: villain disqualification

Nie HuaiSang smiled wryly, clenched the folding fan in his hand, and said softly, "That's all, that's all."

It was only then that Lan Xichen realized that he basically wanted to improve the relationship between the Nie family and the other three families of the four major families of Xuanmen. Since A Yao's death, although the Nie family had a tendency to lead the other small Xuanmen families, they could not get along with the immortals after all. The combined power of the remaining three families of the Four Great Families competed against each other. Needless to say, Jin Ling and himself, the Jiang family was also related to the Jin family, and Jiang Cheng himself was hot-tempered and loved Jin Ling. Nie's incompatibility is actually incomparably tacit.

After all, Nie Huaisang has been able to develop the Nie family to this point all these years...it's not easy to think about it.

Lan Xichen sighed slightly. It was really unreasonable not to agree to such a request, so he could only promise, "Since that's the case...if there are no special circumstances, the Qinghe Talks will be held in the future...I will come."

Nie Huaisang smiled, bowed his hands and said, "Then...thank you Zewu-jun."

Lan Xichen didn't say anything.

Leaning slightly, Nie HuaiSang got up, with a hint of sarcasm and coldness, unfolded the folding fan, lightly shook it with a smile and said, "Second brother...won't you go see him? I think second brother is here...I'm afraid of him, won't Stay for a long time."

Lan Xichen frowned, his face was gloomy, and he turned around silently. After walking a few steps, he paused and turned slightly, without turning his head completely. After thinking for a while, he persuaded: "Huai Sang... It’s because no one can calculate everything step by step, everything is under control, you...you can do it yourself.”

Nie Huaisang stared at his leaving back, a slight chill appeared in his eyes.

Heh, these two people started preaching to him at the same time?He stretched out his hand to cover the saber at his waist, and finally gritted his teeth with resentment.

In the Nie's school grounds, because of the banquet set up by the symposium, one table was connected to the other. The school grounds are relatively large, but it is not too crowded.

Meng Yao searched for a long time to find Ouyang Yun's figure, but saw him sitting among a group of children from aristocratic families, having a good time, drinking happily, talking and laughing happily.Seeing Meng Yao's figure approaching, he was overjoyed and hurriedly beckoned her to move away.

It was already past the dinner time, and most of the monks attending the meeting had gone back to their rooms, so there were not many people, so it was easy for Meng Yao to take a seat.

Meng Yao looked around and asked, "Where's brother Ziran?"

Ouyang Yun said with a smile: "After drinking two cups, I can only say that I can't drink enough, so I went back to the house to take a bath..."

Meng Yao smiled, the three of them "traveled the rivers and lakes" all the way, and often traveled to remote places, taking a hot bath is considered a luxury, of course we must seize the opportunity.

Meng Yao was about to get up, but was pushed down by Ouyang Yun, and said with a smile: "It's boring to go back to the house so early, brother Mu, let's sit down for a while."

He likes to be lively by nature, and he was almost suffocated after following Meng Yao for the past three months.

"Yes, yes, brother Mu..."

"It's been a long time since we last parted..."

"I heard that you and Mr. Ouyang were taken away by the gangsters behind Dasu Mountain...Brother Ouyang is talking about the wonderful things with us!"

Meng Yao was startled, and seeing him staring blankly, a young man in green clothes moved over to him, grabbed him and refused to let him go, and said with a smile, "Brother Lan, don't be so shameless... the last time I was in the At the inn near Dasu Mountain, everyone still had a good time talking... Why haven’t we seen each other for a few months, and it’s so strange? After all, the Gusu Lan family is a famous family, so I’m afraid we might look down on those from the miscellaneous fish family ?”

Meng Yao was imprisoned by them numbly again, so she could only smile helplessly.He was such a well-rounded character in his previous life, he had a photographic memory, and he was really not afraid of socializing with others, and he also remembered who this person was, because he said: "Mr. Fang, what are you talking about..."

Everyone ate and drank while talking, and the drinks provided by Qinghe Nie soon ran out, and one of them said: "I'll go get some more drinks."

A person on the table grabbed him, took out a small silver jug, and said with a smile: "Many of you are not from this side, but you know that Qinghe to the east is also famous for its famous brewing, is it not as famous as the emperor? It's just because it's too pure. It's too strong, so Qinghe didn't dare to confess it at the talk meeting...I brought it with me, do you want to try it?"

Everyone suddenly became interested.

Someone said: "It's true, don't be bragging, right?"

"Too strong to dare to confess? Could it be that this Nie family is too stingy..."

The man held the clean wine glass and poured some of it one by one. He said with a smile, "You...you will know after you taste it. A pot of wine can overwhelm a donkey, so it is commonly known as 'suffering a donkey'."

"Pfft ha ha ha..." Everyone laughed and said, "Is there such a name?"

While laughing, Ouyang Yun also took a glass. Knowing how powerful this wine is, he just took a sip and immediately grinned and said, "Wow, it's really not a bragging, just looking at it makes your eyes smudge, go down and touch the knife." It's like twisting your lips and tongue."

A few more people drank in disbelief, showing the same grinning expression.

Soon the wine glass was handed to Meng Yao. He was not interested in wine at all, but seeing the expressions of those people before, he was not fooled and refused to drink.

Everyone was laughing and persuading them to drink.

"No, no, no..." Meng Yao tried her best to hide behind, turning her head away.

The Mr. Fang sitting next to him firmly held his shoulders with one hand, and brought the wine glass to his lips with the other. The rim of the glass touched his face, and he still smelled of alcohol and said with a smile: "Brother Lan Don't be shy...you drank it the same way you drank it now...taste it, taste it...everyone drank it..."

The children of the aristocratic families on the side just booed, and even applauded enthusiastically.

Suddenly a white hand stretched out and easily picked up the wine glass in Mr. Fang's hand. Mr. Fang looked up in surprise, and all the bustling youths from the aristocratic families fell silent in an instant.Meng Yao was wondering, under the claws of Mr. Fang, he turned his head with difficulty to look at the person standing behind him, but saw Lan Xichen's tall figure like a wall hiding the lights behind everyone, casting a suffocating black shadow.Meng Yao stared wide-eyed to see that he was clinging to the cup and raised his head with a bit of resentment, and drank the spirits in the cup in one gulp, then put the cup back on the table, and said with a gloomy face, "I'll taste it for him, okay?"

The children of the aristocratic families were dumbfounded and somewhat panicked.

Ouyang Yun's heart sank even more.

Lan Xichen didn't hide the anger in his eyes at all, he reached out and grabbed Meng Yao's wrist, and pulled it hard, but Mr. Fang had already let go of his hand in the shock just now, so Meng Yao was staggered by him and stood up from the stool. Then Lan Xichen unceremoniously forcibly dragged him away.

Meng Yao turned her head to look at Ouyang Yun, and sent out a terrified distress signal, Ouyang Yun stood up anxiously, thought for a while, swallowed her saliva and sat down again.

The children of the aristocratic families were silent for a long time before someone said uncertainly: "Just now that was..."

"The suzerain of the Gusu Lan clan...Zewu-jun?!"

"God..."

Ouyang Yun propped his elbows on the table and his forehead, and shouted in pain: "It's over, it's over... Let's... kill brother Yu Mu... According to the rules of Yunshen I don't know... I don't know the rules of this house How many times do I have to copy it upside down..."

The crowd fell silent for a while.

Lan Xichen pulled Meng Yao along, ignoring the astonished eyes of the monks along the way, and walked towards his guest room.Meng Yao stumbled after him.

"That..." Meng Yao was about to speak, when she suddenly didn't know what to call him. "Master"?I have already left the Gusu Lan Sect, so does that count? "Second brother"?Oh, that's impossible, it's impossible to call it any more in this life, and besides, they have already cut off their seats. "Blue Sovereign"?Seeing him faintly suppressing the bursting anger, for some reason, he was extremely astute to know that now is not the time to use this title to provoke him...

Suddenly, he was puzzled again, why is it a provocation to him to know this title so instinctively?Because he vaguely knew that Lan Xichen didn't like it?Why don't you like it?Is it possible that you can still pretend to be affectionate at this time and think that he is still...

Meng Yao felt entangled with emotion for a while, a lot of things seemed to be cut and arranged in a mess, and he suddenly became instinctively afraid, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore.Then a light flashed in his mind.

"Zewu-jun..." This title is the safest, "That...Zewu-jun, you...where are you taking me?!"

Lan Xichen didn't answer, but grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. Meng Yao gritted her teeth in pain, but refused to cry out.

If he couldn't pretend to be Lan Che anymore, he would lose his excuse to act like a baby.Even if this arm was torn off by him, he would not cry out in pain.

Lan Xichen did not avoid the crowd, dragged him back to his bedroom, and suddenly pulled Meng Yao, who stumbled forward a few steps and almost fell into his room, and then Lan Xichen watched him standing and turning in his room Holding his wrist and staring at him with big eyes, as if very satisfied, he turned around slowly and began to lock the door.

Meng Yao sneered coldly, clasping her hands together: "..."

Then, I saw Lan Xichen's action of inserting the door pin, which was repeated about a dozen times.He seemed to be a little confused, so he lowered his head slightly, studied the latch carefully, and when he bent over, he took half a step back because of instability.The tips of the ears were red, the handsome face was dyed crimson, and the deep and clear eyes were occasionally out of focus.

"Heh." Meng Yao smiled speechlessly, took a deep breath and sneered, "Mr. Zewu...are you drunk again?"

After hearing what he said, Lan Xichen straightened up with difficulty and looked back at him. He slightly restored the gentle smile on his lips, and blinked slowly and slowly because of drunkenness. His appearance seemed a little more deliberate. charm.

Meng Yao couldn't help her heart skipping a beat, and after she realized it, she started beating wildly again.

He cursed himself for being useless, and was about to walk over and open the door when Lan Xichen leaned against the door, blocking his way.

"Zewu-jun...I want to go back——!" Before he could utter the words of going back to the room to rest, there was a sudden darkness in front of his eyes, and Lan Xichen's lips, which were smelling of wine, suddenly blocked his lips. He forcefully silenced the last few words in his throat.

Meng Yao stared wide-eyed and dumbfounded.

Breathing quickly, but Lan Xichen made no further movements after touching his lips, Meng Yao couldn't help feeling a burst of curiosity, could it be that this young master of the Immortal School doesn't know what kissing is like?

Thinking of him, he couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking along the line of his tightly pursed lips. Suddenly, Lan Xichen seemed to froze, and stepped back in a daze, covering his lips, dumbfounded. look at him!

Meng Yao was taken aback...he vomited blood!Please, why does it seem like he's belittled him? !He saw him slumped on the round stool in the small living room, staring at him with burning eyes, Meng Yao was in a daze for a while, she didn't dare to look at him anymore, she reached out to push the door latch, but unfortunately the door latch was not moving, he looked down and found out, Lan Xichen inserted the mortise and tenon of the door bolt directly into the crack of the door just now - what kind of strange force is this! !Meng Yao was speechless for a long while, but now the door of emotion needs to be kicked hard to open it! !

He stared at the door, turned his head and glared at Lan Xichen for a long time, but seeing Lan Xichen staring blankly at his back without making a sound, with a face as clear as jade, he didn't know whether it was because of drunkenness or the kiss just now. Rising red.When Lan Xichen saw him turn his head back, there seemed to be a trace of surprise in his eyes, and as if he was expecting something, the hand covering his lips slipped a little, leaving only the index finger and middle finger, as if he was still nostalgic for the touch on his lips just now, and refused to leave. .

The author has something to say:

Brother Xichen: Who the hell, you dare to hug my A-Yao! ! !