【Xiyao】Fake prudence

Two disciples moved two Taihu stones into the cold room. The Taihu stones were covered with a thick white cloth, which looked like two gods who were about to enter the temple. As long as an eminent monk was able to unveil it, the golden light would shine brightly. , Blind the dog eyes of ordinary people.

Mr. Zewu wanted to smash these two stubborn rocks into powder, but he hated that slow-moving demeanor and shame that tied his hands so hard that his image as the number one son of the immortal sect barely collapsed.

The poor disciple put down two more pitiful stones and greeted Lan Xichen as a routine.

Lan Xichen was sitting upright, facing the wall, without saying a word, he was so cold that he was nine days above, the cloud he was sitting on was extremely high, even if he was handed nine hundred and ninety-nine ladders, it was not enough for him to get down.

The protégé was neither Jin Guangyao, nor could he hand over 99 ladders, nor did he dare to be affectionate, so the scene was very embarrassing for a while.

It's almost summer, and no one thought of changing the green window screens in the cold room. In the past, Jin Guangyao would do this kind of trivial matter when he went to Yunshen to make friends.

What really upset Lan Xichen was that when Jin Guangyao quit, no one did it for him.

It just doesn't make sense.

Without Jin Guangyao, would life be completely paralyzed?Lan Xichen refused to accept.

In fact, I don't blame the disciples of the Lan family. In their perception, Mr. Zewu is the soul made of Yue, with a body made of jade, can they be afraid of heat and mosquito bites?

Mr. Zewu himself never asked to change the window screens, so why are they so troublesome?

So Lan Xichen had no choice but to hang high in loneliness.

It was Xiaoman season at this time, the summer air was thick and humid outside the cold, and the humidity was unbearable, while the cold indoor was as cold as late autumn, full of chilling air.

The disciple bowed his head and left without making a sound. Lan Xichen slowly turned his head after the footsteps sounded away for a long time.

His face is black, his eyes are blue, and the whites of his eyes are bloodshot. Coupled with his white forehead, he is dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, and he looks like a widower who is widowed.

In this way, he will not be seen by others, especially that evil obstacle.

Ever since he knew that Jin Guangyao was living like a fish in water, Lan Xichen's mentality had collapsed to the point of brokenness.

Now that Jin Guangyao has nothing, his reputation has been ruined, and his shelter is still in the back garden of the poor room he allocated, how can he still eat sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus root flour cake? Doesn’t Jin Guangyao know that he has to pay the money for the lotus root flour cake to Mr. Lan’s small treasury? Reimbursement?

Also, how could Jin Guangyao pull out the Suxin orchids behind the cold room and plant leeks and green onions instead.

Jin Guangyao doesn't know what is good or bad, he is bitter and mean, Mr. Lan is as broad-minded as the sea, he can tolerate everyone, and he won't be unable to sleep because Jin Guangyao is heaven and earth. When Jin Guangyao was first detained, he sang dirty tunes every night. Xichen meditated as usual, practiced enlightenment, and cast that evildoer out of the blue.

The only thing that kept Lan Xichen awake at night was, how could Jin Guangyao have a better life than him?

The boat the two were in capsized, and he was still struggling in the water, but he was already on the shore, and he was still pointing at the poor creature in the water and making fun of it.

The vows I made when I was married are still in my ears.Blessings are shared, hardships are shared, and if we are going to sink, we should naturally be together. There is absolutely no reason why one person drowns and the other escapes.

Lan Xichen did not fail Jin Guangyao, but he would never allow Jin Guangyao to fail him.

It would be impossible for Jin Guangyao to get rid of him in his life!

Lan Xichen got up from the cold jade bed, lifted the white cloth covering the stubborn stone, his movements were crisp and neat, like that impatient disciple who lifts off the pomegranate skirt of a charming woman, the scenery under the skirt made him glisten with fresh autumn water There was an uproar.

"I have a couple of affairs with the prudish Lan Xichen."

"In the silent night, only me and Zewu Jun, who is serious and hypocritical, are left in Fangfei Palace. He looks at me with lewd eyes, and his hands are not well-behaved! He knows that I have a wife and son, but he still pesters me I won't let go, day and night, and night. Today I will go to the Jinlin Tower for the watchtower, and tomorrow I will go to the Jinlin Tower for the Qingming Conference. There are endless excuses and tricks. In fact, I know very well that he has nothing to do. They just want to take advantage of me, and there are so many fake monks in Yunshen, where can there be a coquettish/gorgeous/cheesy/good like me that can give him pleasure and excitement?"

"It's hard to be a younger brother, and it's even harder to be a prudish younger brother. I have done my duty as a younger brother, but I also have to do my duty as a husband. I play with him in the morning, and I have to act in bed with him at night. I have to give my body to the prudish one." The clothes and beasts are squeezed dry."

"The prudence took off his clothes in front of me. I greedily looked at the most precious body of Xianmen. I couldn't tell whether it was heaven or the world. His skin was as white as jade, and it felt cool and slippery. His eyes lingered from the broad shoulders to the narrow waist, there were jagged lumps on the abdomen, and the water drops rolled and fell along the beautiful lines, I looked down and saw-"

The tangy blood was mixed with a slight sweetness, and the slippery stone was covered with small scarlet characters, the content of which was unsightly.

Jin Guangyao asked for pen and ink yesterday, Lan Xichen refused without even thinking about it, Su She gave him a slap in the face, Lan Xichen is now suspicious, most afraid of Jin Guangyao Yuyan passing on the letter, and Zhang She and Li She appear again Come, not only trouble, but also sprinkle salt on his unhealed wound.

But Lan Xichen underestimated Jin Guangyao's life skills. Jin Guangyao actually used hair and branches to make pens. Last night, he took broken pieces of porcelain and cut his wrists to take blood for ink. He used Lan Xichen's favorite flexible black silk to mix with blood, and the flowers Over a night of hard work, he wrote more than a dozen stories with indescribable plots on two Taihu Lake stones. The protagonists of these stories are Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen without exception.

In Jin Guangyao's imaginary story, he made Lan Xichen abrupt from head to toe.

In less than a day, more than a dozen domestic servants and patrolling disciples watched Jin Guangyao's masterpiece, and the entire Yunshen exploded.

The small bloody characters twisted into smiling faces, filled Lan Xichen's field of vision, and gradually spread into overwhelming red. Lan Xichen's knowledge of love in this world is superficial, even worse than a three-year-old urchin in the market, and immediately covered his face with his sleeves, Repeatedly reprimanded: "Stubborn evil barrier, I will make him—"

In the middle of speaking, he stopped abruptly, and the anger accumulated at the highest point fell to the lowest point in an instant.

What can he do?Cut or kill?I still chopped off those scribbled hands.

Do you have the heart?

In the end, Lan Xichen's anger gave two poor stones. Unfortunately, the stones became Jin Guangyao's stand-in, and were crushed by Lan Xichen with spiritual power.

If Mr. Zewu could beat villains, Shishi might be able to survive.

The stone was destroyed, but there was a strange feeling in his chest, sour, itchy, numb, as if the evil barrier picked up a feather and scratched his heart. During the day, the picture depicted on the stone often appeared in his mind, and it became more severe in his sleep at night.

In the dream, that villain stared at him with winking eyes and refused to let him go, and the sweet "Second Brother" called him so weak that he had nowhere to escape.

Running to the east, the commoner Meng Yao sat on the threshold and sewed cold clothes for him. Going west, the gluttonous Meng Yao filled him with tea. Fleeing south, Meng Yao in the blazing sun robe shouted, "Zewu Lord, save me!" !", fleeing north, Jin Guangyao in Jin Xingxuelang robe was lying drunk among the peony bushes, winking at him with hooked fingers.

He is Ananda, and that evil obstacle is the endlessly entangled Matangi girl, who wants to use magic to confuse him into a love obstacle.

Lan Xichen said silently: "Pink Skull."

Even though that evil obstacle has a lively and glamorous appearance, it is actually a rakshasa who eats people and does not spit out bones. If it dies, it will turn into a pile of decayed bones sooner or later.

Lan Xichen, Lan Xichen, why can't you even break through this barrier of appearance? What kind of Tao do you cultivate?

Do you really think of him as a brother——

stop!

The thought of running around was suppressed here, and Lan Xichen chose not to think about it any more. Mingzhe and protecting himself are vividly reflected here.

But one of the most complicated things about human beings is that thoughts and actions can never be unified.

Mr. Zewu was not spared either.

Thoughts are converted to reason, and the body is converted to desires. The two are essentially opposite to each other, and the final direction depends on which of the two is better.

While Lan Xichen spurned himself, he was ready to renege on his promise at any time. Wherever he went, the reins were entirely handed over to Jin Guangyao.

Having said that, he didn't swear to God that he would never see Jin Guangyao again.

If you don't swear to the sky, you don't break your promise.

Because Jin Guangyao lost too much blood, he lay in bed all day to recuperate. Lan Xichen asked his servants to keep an eye on Jin Guangyao's situation.

If Jin Guangyao was seriously ill, or bent down to flatter him as he did countless times in the past, or called "Second Brother" in his sleep, Lan Xichen planned to take advantage of the situation to visit him.

After all, he is the one who is loved by his own brother. No matter how dirty his soul is, he can't hold back his love. How can it be true that life and death will never see each other again.

After meeting, according to Jin Guangyao's unyielding personality, kneeling as soon as he said it, after a few months, the two of them will be able to return to the old days of respecting each other as guests.

At that time, it is not too late to change the green window screen.

Now Lan Xichen only needs an opportunity, he is waiting for Jin Guangyao to ask him for peace, there is no need for nine hundred and ninety-nine ladders, just a small stool, and Zewu-jun can go down quickly.

Waiting, waiting, waiting for more than a month, midsummer is coming, the cicadas are noisy, the forest is quiet, and Jin Guangyao is even quieter.

According to reports from the servants, Jin Guangyao was probably desperate, or he was just dormant like a poisonous snake. He never expressed his desire to see him, and he never called "Second Brother" in his dream, nor did he even say the word "blue". I've heard that Jin Guangyao doesn't even eat the lotus root flour cake.

Occasionally, Lan Xichen pretended to pass by Jin Guangyao's private room at night, but he didn't hear Jin Guangyao singing that pornographic song.

Lan Xichen's eager and agitated heart gradually cooled down again. He was inexplicably aware of a serious fact that Jin Guangyao had no intention of disarming him and surrendering to him. The disturbance last time was Jin Guangyao's declaration of war against him.

Lan Xichen was irritable, angry and chilled, and he also made up his mind to ignore Jin Guangyao, and when Jin Guangyao could no longer bear the loneliness and came to him on his own initiative, he would step down and greet him.

The days seem to be calm and calm, but in reality there are turbulent undercurrents. Jin Guangyao still eats, drinks, and grows vegetables, and Lan Xichen still sits high on the clouds. There is only a deep bamboo forest between the two of them. Jin Guangyao only needs to walk to the bamboo forest for half a stick of incense, and he will be able to He let his call pass through the window of the cold room, but he refused.

Although the two have not met each other, they are tacitly aware of the confrontation at the moment.

They are competing.

If Jin Guangyao was the first to stay low, Lan Xichen would have won, and if Lan Xichen had stepped down first, Jin Guangyao would have won.

The one who bows first in the relationship will only lose again and again in the future. They are all extremely smart and sober people who understand this truth well, so they grit their teeth and stick to it, unwilling to relax, even if it hurts others and themselves.

The terrible dignity does not allow the haughty head to bow.

This stalemate lasted until the end of summer and early autumn, when Jin Guangyao finally made a move. The servant serving Jin Guangyao limped into the cold room and stammered, "Zong... Sovereign, Lianfang respects him...he I want ingot candles."

The house servant is called Lan Ping. He is very ugly, with crooked facial features, born with a disability, and can't speak well. Every time he meets Lan Xichen's eyes, he always lowers his head in embarrassment.

Lan Ping was not supposed to appear near the cold room, but Lan Xichen specially ordered him and another aging servant to take care of Jin Guangyao.

Because they are all ugly - people who serve Jin Guangyao should be ugly.

Lan Xichen couldn't explain his subtle thoughts. When he made a decision and fulfilled it, it was a done deal.

Lan Xichen never took Lan Ping seriously, and cooked the freshest Mingqian Longjing tea by himself, pretending to ask casually, "What does he want for that?"

"Tomorrow...seems to be Lianfang Zun's mother's memorial day."

Lan Xichen's hand trembled as he ordered the tea: "How do you know?"

Jin Guangyao never mentioned to him which day is Meng Shi's memorial day.

Lan Ping was almost prostrate at Lan Xichen's feet: "Occasionally... Occasionally chatting with Lianfang-zun, he mentioned it casually."

With a flick of Lan Xichen's sleeve, the tea set was turned over and crackled, shaking the whole cold room.

"Let him talk to me himself."

The lips and the tongue came first, and the reason was swept into the sky by Mr. Zewu.