Brother, you can't

Not right, very wrong.

His mind was blank, and all he saw and thought was the face of the other party at close range, but his body reacted instinctively first, and immediately retreated.

But the next moment, a pair of hands grabbed his arm and pulled him back forcibly.

"Lan Yi!"

Obviously there was nothing to be afraid of, but he actually screamed out in fright like a little girl.

Duan Junsu saw him take a deep breath, and then stretched out his hand towards his face.

"Brother, there is something on your face."

Ah, so.

Strange, what was he afraid of just now?

Duan Junfu was overwhelmed by his ability to think wildly again, and immediately relaxed.

When Lan Yi's hand was pressed against his face, Duan Jun complained that he could smell a fragrance.

Like the fragrance of flowers, but also like the fragrance of medicine.

Rich but not greasy, it smells good.

Just a moment later, my head suddenly became dizzy, and the scene in front of me began to spin.

Finally, he couldn't hold it back, and he fell down and fainted.

Lan quickly caught him with one glance and let his head rest on her shoulder.

After doing all this, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his neck.

"I'm sorry, brother."

He lied to him, with such despicable means.

But he always felt that if he gave up, it might be difficult for him to get close to his senior brother again in the future.

Because after all, they are not the same way after all.He is sure of everything, but after meeting this person, he has no confidence at all.

In fact, he should be more ruthless. If he can make good use of Duan Junsu's relationship, then the time spent on his plan will be greatly shortened, and the goal will be within easy reach.

But he can't.

There is no turning back, so don't look back.

【Just never let him know】

Suddenly a voice in his mind said to him.

Will he blame me?

【He will forgive you】

Lan Yi caressed his face lightly, and outlined his outline with her fingers.

After Duan Junfu fell asleep, he was completely different from his usual self. He looked cold and his brows were slightly frowned, as if sleeping was not a comfortable thing.

Lan's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head slowly.

The night is windy, and the shadows of the trees are mottled.

The crescent moon quickly hid in the clouds, and the world returned to darkness again.

It was near noon the next day that Duan Junsu woke up.

The moment he found himself lying on his own bed, he was full of doubts.

Didn't you still sit on the tree with Lan Yi and watch the moon?why...

Trying to think back, he couldn't remember anything, only remembering that he gave Lan Yi the earrings, and Lan Yi asked him to help put them on...

hiss--

Why does your mouth hurt?

"Dong dong."

"Who?"

"Senior brother, it's me."

Huo Chen came in with a letter and handed it to him, "I heard from the messenger that this is a post from the Secret Wen Pavilion. Look at the gorgeous letter paper. I'm afraid that Lu Lin and the others will damage it, so I quickly give it to my senior brother."

Miwen Pavilion?

Ah, yes!Calculating the time, the tea tasting party is only a few days away.

"Ah Chen did a good job."

He opened the envelope, but saw that there were only three big gold characters of "Liuxian Valley" on the post.

It means that their sect is qualified to participate in the tea tasting party.

Originally, he planned to go to the Miwen Pavilion to sign up by himself. Although there was a chance of losing the selection, he was sure to be selected.

Unexpectedly, he received an invitation card, presumably because of Lan Yi's honor in Xianmeng.

Speaking of Lan Yi...

"Where's your second senior brother?"

"Second senior brother went out early in the morning." Huo Chen stared at him suspiciously, "Eldest senior brother, why is your mouth swollen?"

?

He put on his coat and got up to look in the mirror. Sure enough, his lips were bright red, as if he had applied lipstick for women.

Duan Junsu couldn't help frowning, and stretched out his hand to rub it, trying to reduce the swelling manually.

"Ah—maybe I was stared at by bugs outside last night."

"Ah."

In Wenxi Hall, Lan was caught off guard and had a cold war.

Seeing this, the book boy who was helping him at the side stepped forward and asked with concern: "Mr. Lan, is the wind and cold still unhealed?"

Lan Yi smiled, "It's okay, maybe someone is talking bad things about me behind my back."

"??"

It was the first time to see a person who was so happy to be bad-mouthed by others. Shutong couldn't understand the thinking of this adult for a while, but he respected him very much.

Since the Wu Ge incident, the number of dissatisfaction or opinions on Lan Yi in the Xianmeng has dropped sharply, especially when they know that the leader of Haotian is going to invite people in person, they dare not have any objections, and some people come to Wenxi specifically. Please ask for advice.

Even for a few days, there was a "genuine theory" in Xianmeng.

In any case, no one dares to trouble Wenxi Palace with them now.

After thinking about it, the book boy felt even more proud.

At this time, the book boy noticed something shiny next to Lan Yi's ear, and asked curiously, "Mr. Lan, have you changed the earrings? They look so pretty."

Lan Yi was writing something with a pen.He didn't answer the book boy, but his tone was more gentle than before.

"Has the letter arrived?"

"Ah, it's delivered. According to Mr. Lan's order, no one knew that it was delivered from your side."

The book boy said respectfully.

"Okay. Give this secret letter to Zhou Tang later. There will be changes in the demons in the next few days. Let him deploy defenses according to the above method. If there are any mistakes, report to me in time."

Sealed with wax, Lan Yi handed over the things to him.

The book boy took it, held it carefully in his hand, and couldn't help admiringly said: "Mr. Lan is really amazing, he knows everything about the Demon Realm like the back of his hand even if he hasn't been to the border."

Lan raised her eyes and glanced at him, noncommittal.

"And Mr. Lan, this is what the Miwen Pavilion Master sent along with the invitation, saying that it will be given to you alone."

"Ah."

The appearance of the post in Lanyi's hand is the same as that in other people's hands, but if you look closely, there is a stamp with a copper coin pattern on the lower right of the envelope, representing Qianjin Yao's own handwriting.

It burns after reading it, Lan Yi seems to be in a good mood.

Seeing this, the book boy asked curiously, "Why did Miwen Pavilion send two identical posts?"

Lan Yi didn't answer, but ordered after drying his hands, "I'll go out for a while."

"Ah? But there is still half an hour, Mr. Lan, you are going to the main hall..."

"In time."

Lan smiled at him first, "Just going to have a cup of tea."