After the rebirth, I became a Buddha, but the scumbags started to panic

The bustling capital of Kyoto is full of splendor, and walking on the bustling streets feels like a drop in the ocean. Lan Pei is used to the tranquility of Feng County, but he is not used to being in it.

After returning to Beijing, everything was not good. He wanted to exile himself outside the capital forever, but the people around him who ate candied haws gave him two points of comfort.

The two didn't hold hands, and shopping was not very fun. Yan Wan finished the two bunches of candied haws in boredom, and didn't wait for Lan Pei to stop and say "no more shopping", so he took half a step and tugged at his sleeve .

"Brother Lan Pei..."

Lan Pei stopped and looked at him: "what?"

Yan Wan said slowly: "I want to go back."

Although he was pretending to be Yan Huaizhi, he was not Yan Huaizhi after all in his eyes, and he must have been very clear in his heart that it would be meaningless to bite the bullet and continue with such a boring relationship.

He suddenly regretted that he shouldn't have made the situation so embarrassing for a moment, otherwise he and Lan Pei would still be able to play chess, sip tea and chat.

Lan Pei suddenly reached out to pinch his chin, and smiled slightly: "Do you think I'm boring?"

Yan Wan shook her head: "No."

It's just that it was a torment for the two of them to get along so dryly.

Lan Pei withdrew his hand coldly, and said with a hint of annoyance: "I'll take you back."

Yan Wan said: "There is no need to give it away, I can..."

go back by yourself.

Lan Pei had already boarded the carriage, and was sitting upright with a blank expression on his face; unable to do so, Yan Wan had no choice but to get into the carriage and sit beside him, feeling the bursts of chill emanating from his side, and said in his heart: After a long time, the bamboo horse of childhood will end up in the end. become different...

The carriage stopped at the gate of Yan's mansion, Yan Wan changed into men's clothes and got out of the carriage, Lan Pei didn't even look at him the whole time, and asked the driver to drive the carriage away.

Yan Wan originally thought that after this incident, Lan Pei probably would not look for him again, after all, he really didn't look like Yan Huaizhi, and he had already lost the aura and liveliness of the past.

But he didn't want to, after seven days, he received a message from the servant of the Lan Mansion again, asking him to meet at Xiaobo Pavilion tonight, but he didn't explain whether he was asked to wear men's clothes or women's clothes. Thinking about it, Yan Huai Zhi is Lan Pei's true love, he would rather see Yan Huai Zhi than himself, so he changed into a woman's dress again.

Yan Wan knew something about Lan Pei's sudden desire to see him. The eighth son of the Lan family caused trouble in the street and made him unable to be promoted because of his meritorious service. He must be depressed and needs to be relieved.

Before reaching Xiaobo Pavilion, he could smell a strong smell of alcohol from a distance, and Yan Wan found that Lan Pei was already there, and there were several empty wine jars beside him.

He had long since lost the unparalleled demeanor he had when he was the number one scholar, and his body was covered with gray, like a dusty pearl, sunk deep in the mud.

When Yan Wan got closer, he saw the fresh red welt marks on his arm. With narrowed eyes, he quickly stepped forward, grabbed his hand and asked, "Brother Lan Pei, what's wrong with you?"

After drinking, Lan Pei's cheeks were flushed, but his eyes were still clear. He lowered his head and followed his gaze to look at his hand, and then drew it back casually: "It's nothing."

Yan Wan didn't believe it, and even wanted to ask, but she couldn't say anything to Lan Pei's quiet eyes, so she could only swallow her words, and said, "Brother Lan Pei, I'll drink with you."

Lan Pei looked at him with a gloomy gaze, and then took the flagon in his hand: "No more, I've had enough."

Yan Wan was puzzled, since he didn't drink, then he asked him to come...

Lan Pei pulled him into his arms, let him sit on his lap, stroked his cheek with one hand, and gently lingered on his lips with his fingertips, Yan Wan's body trembled slightly following his movements, Looking up sensitively and at a loss, he saw his noble head lowered, and his crimson thin lips came with the smell of wine.

This is the second time Yan Wan has been kissed, and the first time was the traditional Chinese medicine. Song Yi caught her and kissed her for a long time, but she didn't know whether to avoid it or not.

He confessed to him, and kept saying that he liked him. There was really no reason to avoid him, but after all, he couldn't really be Yan Huaizhi's substitute against his will, even though Yan Huaizhi was himself.

Fortunately, Lan Pei didn't let him make a choice, his lips stopped abruptly, his gaze changed from obsession to clarity, as if he suddenly realized that he was a man when the kiss was about to fall, and suddenly felt sick .

Yan Wan suddenly became unhappy, could it be that his original self was so unappetizing, the difference between him and Yan Huaizhi was only one gender, could it be that a small gender difference is like a natural moat that cannot be overcome.

So, he hooked Lanpei's neck and kissed it himself.

Lips pressed together, both of them froze.

Yan Wan's mind exploded, wishing to slap herself, what the hell was she doing...

However, he touched Lan Pei's extremely dangerous sight. He rolled his Adam's apple, his eyes were scarlet, and his eyes were dark, as if a beast that had been imprisoned deep in his heart had escaped from the cage.

Yan called him: "Brother Lan Pei."

In an instant, the strings of reason snapped.

The cups and plates should be swept off the stone table by the water-blue sleeve, the swallow handle was put on the table to seal his lips, and the person on him grabbed his wrist as if he wanted to swallow him up.

Yan Wan panicked, struggling to remind him that he was not Yan Huaizhi, but he was entangled in his lips and tongue, and could only be kissed to the point of crying.

If he hadn't been a man, Yan Wan would have no doubt that Lan Pei would press him to do more things. After the kiss was over, his clothes were torn, his bun fell apart, and the golden hairpin fell to the table by him.

Yan Wan silently gathered her clothes, secretly annoyed, thinking that she would never get together with him again, but she heard Lan Pei say: "I like your initiative just now, we will still meet here tomorrow."

Yan Wan immediately declined: "I'm inconvenient tomorrow, so... I won't come."

Lan Pei took a step forward and forced Yan Wan to look up at him. His handsome face was covered with a dark and gloomy look that was difficult to see clearly: "Didn't you say you like me, don't you mean that you are also hypocritical to me?"

Yan Wan subconsciously denied it: "No..."

Lan Pei smiled lightly, and murmuringly said: "Then you will come?"

Yan Wan couldn't say "no".

Lan Pei left Xiaobo Pavilion, Yan Wan was still standing in the pavilion in a daze.

On the night of the second day, Yan Wan lay on the bed tossing and turning, getting more upset and irritable as he got closer to his death. He couldn't figure out how the relationship between him and Lan Pei became like this.

Sitting up, looking out the window, Lan Pei must be waiting in Xiaobo Pavilion at this time.

Hua Ying heard the commotion inside, pushed the door in and poured water for him: "Young Master, what's the matter?"

Yan Wanhui: "It's nothing."

He took the water, drank it in one gulp, finally couldn't help but put on his clothes again, and said to Huaying, "I'll go out for a while."

Huaying was in a hurry: "My lord, where are you going so late?"

Yan Wan only said: "Don't follow."

He left the house alone and rushed to Xiaobo Pavilion.

Lan Pei was not in Xiaobo Pavilion.

Yan Wan waited for half the night.