Wen Heng said in shock, "What's going on here?"
Xue Qinglan thought for a moment, and said, "I have only heard a few words from Xue Ci, and I have never understood the inside story in detail, but when it comes to the famous doctor of Kuangxue Lake, there is only the Xue family, the colorless grain god needle, and I can't go wrong."
Wen Heng's expression suddenly became solemn. These days, he has been thinking about how to convince Xue Qinglan to take him to seek medical treatment, but he has forgotten that Gu Chuifang is an old man who has lived in the underground for 30 years. Changed appearance, this road simply can't go through.
"Okay." Xue Qinglan saw that Wen Heng's face was not good, she raised her hand and pressed his frown on purpose, and said, "Don't frown. It turns out that you are so scary today because you are thinking about this matter? I My own body, I know it in my heart, haven't I come here well for so many years? I will slowly find a way to recuperate and heal in the future, and there is time. "
Wen Heng rarely saw him so determined and insisted, seeing that Xue Qinglan really didn't seem to be fooling him with nonsense. "Forget it, I'll take it that you know the severity and won't make it difficult for you with your own life."
Xue Qinglan agreed immediately: "Naturally. Besides, apart from not being able to sleep well, this disease usually doesn't interfere with anything. Now that you are here, I am not afraid."
Wen Heng's ears still echoed Gu Chuifang's last sentence before his death, "It's not a sign of longevity", but it was inconvenient to say it to add to Xue Qinglan, so just like what he said earlier, he gently opened up this verse: "When you should be afraid. I'm daring, I'm faster than anyone else when I shouldn't be afraid, why am I any different today
Xue Qinglan said confidently: "I'm just a little anxious, isn't it just to see you... Forget it, what are you doing, I'm very sleepy, you can do it, give me a little sleep first."
He turned his head to cover his mouth and yawned a little. He leaned on Wen Heng's shoulder with a sleepy face, like a cat picked up from a heavy rain. Tired archetype. Whether he is real or pretending, how precious is the sleep of this ancestor, it is dark now, and he has been on the road all day, it is really not suitable to hold him and ask some unpleasant old things.
"I don't know when this kind of atmosphere developed in the rivers and lakes. It's not enough to eat and drink, and you dare to say that you want to sleep with me. Are all of you people in the Chuixingzong so domineering?" Wen Heng stood up from the couch. Holding Xue Qinglan's legs, he picked him up and walked out the door. Xue Qinglan suddenly lost weight, hurriedly grabbed Wen Heng, and said alertly, "What? If you don't sleep, you say you won't sleep, and if you don't, you will throw me out."
Wen Heng freed one hand and pressed his head down, mocking: "It can be seen that you are guilty of being a thief, who wants to throw you away? This is a study, not a bedroom, you can't stretch your legs when you lie down on the couch, you are the precious one. Young master, would you be willing to ask you to sleep on top for one night?"
Xue Qinglan was held in his arms by him like a child, closed the study door for Wen Heng, walked through the dark and damp corridor, walked to the side bedroom, and whispered in the sound of Xiaoxiao rain: "I don't know who is the young master... "
Wen Heng: "What are you whispering about?"
Xue Qinglan immediately changed his tune and said, "You are beautiful and kind-hearted. You are worthy of being a pillar of the martial arts and a model of righteousness. You should be the head of the Chunjun faction."
Wen Heng didn't buy it, and said casually, "What's the point of being the head of the Chunjun faction? You can't stop worrying about it every day. Isn't it enough for me to worry about you?"
The dark night wind blew the hair of the two of them, and the tiny water droplets fell on the temples in a misty manner. In the quiet coolness, he clearly felt the sudden fiery heartbeat in his chest because of these words. —
again and again.
Wen Heng weighed him up and walked around the corridor calmly. Hearing Xue Qinglan's silence for a long time, he wrapped his arms around his neck with great nostalgia and replied softly, "Enough is enough."
Wen Heng smiled silently.
Finally came to Wen Heng's side, the tight string in Xue Qinglan's heart suddenly loosened, and the long-accumulated tiredness immediately swept in, and he slept for nearly a whole day. Kankan woke up.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the sunset slanting in through the roof of the tent. The whole room was silent, as quiet as a huge amber frozen in time.
He was deeply immersed in the warm and soft bedding, and there was a slight sourness in the cracks of his bones, but it was not the coldness he was familiar with over the years, his limbs had been invaded by cold air, and his chest seemed to be burning with a flowing flame, even if The quilt by the side is empty, and the warmth is constantly exuding.
This sleep was really comfortable. Xue Qinglan rolled on the spacious bed wrapped in the quilt. Wen Heng, who pushed in the door, knocked him straight. The alarmed person turned around when he heard the sound, and happened to see a momentary expression in his eyes. The ice melted and the snow melted, and there was a smile like the ripples of spring water.
The voice that just woke up was a little hoarse, and even the tone was lazy: "Where have you been?"
Wen Heng walked over quickly and sat down by the bed, and with his outstretched hand, he pulled Xue Qinglan up from the bed and let him fall into his arms as if he was boneless: "It's such a coincidence, I just You went out to rush dinner, and you woke up without seeing it. Did you finally sleep well this time?"
Xue Qinglan hummed and said, "It's not just good, it's simply too good. My bones are going to fall asleep."
"I slept for ten hours in one night, my bones are soft, and my bones are soft. Are you dizzy?" Wen Heng took the robe by the bed and put it on him, "If you don't wake up, I will pour cold water on your bed, so you can't sleep like this. I'm going to sleep stupid, get out of bed and wake up and take a nap, dinner will be ready soon."
From the capital city to Mingzhou to Zhanchuan City, the journey is more than a thousand miles. Xue Qinglan ran around day and night, running a horse to the death, but never said a word of tiredness; however, this strong man who traveled a thousand miles alone is now in Wen Heng's hands, and he Like a canary that was raised to fly not far, even the few steps from the bedside to the door, it lay on Wen Heng and rubbed it. After leaving the door, Xue Qinglan finally remembered the matter of "face", and refused to let others see the intimacy between him and Wen Heng. With a flick of the hem of his clothes, he stood in the wind. His solitary aura made Fan Yang, who had just entered the yard, not dare to speak aloud, and carefully stepped forward to greet him: "Hello, Mr. Xue."
Xue Qinglan glanced at Wen Heng, who bowed his head and couldn't bear to laugh, without revealing a trace, and nodded lightly: "Hello, Mr. Fan."
Wen Heng took a step forward and said kindly, "Fan Yang heard that you're back and wanted to come over for dinner on purpose. I must have had a drink together last time, and I've learned how good your drink is, so this time I want to hang out with you. "
Before he finished speaking, murderous aura erupted, and the two of them glared at him in unison.
Fan Yang was simply frightened by Wen Heng's words at the Jingcheng Inn. As soon as he heard that Xue Qinglan was coming, he hurriedly ran over, for fear that if he missed his eyes, their son would travel the world for love. Xue Qinglan was stabbed by him on the old story of "drunk cat fluttering at butterflies".
Wen Heng didn't realize it, folded his arms and smiled, "Why, am I right?"
Fan Yang was swept by his gaze, and suddenly he was shocked, and he quickly pulled out a forced smile, and said: "... Exactly, that day, I was fortunate enough to see a large number of Xue Gongzi in the Jin Yuyu Palace, and I admire it very much."
Xue Qinglan gritted her back molars, enduring humiliation and saying: "How dare you, Mr. Fan is wrong."
Wen Heng patted the two of them on the shoulders with satisfaction, and praised: "It's better if the family doesn't talk about the two families. Tonight should be to clean up the dust for Qinglan. When you meet a confidant, you two have less than a thousand cups. With such a contract, it is time to drink a few more drinks."
Fan Yang: "..."
While Fan Yang walked forward with a dazed face, Xue Qinglan dragged Wen Heng one step behind and whispered, "Brother Heng, where did I offend President Fan?"
Wen Heng turned to look at him, and smiled in surprise: "Why do you ask that?"
Xue Qinglan whispered, "Don't you want to take the opportunity to ease my relationship with him by urging us to drink? Could it be that Mr. Fan thinks that I am from the Demon Sect and shouldn't associate with you?"
Wen Heng looked at his dignified profile, his stomach suddenly softened into a ball of cotton wool, he was silent for a long time, and then said softly, "I slept for so long, but I didn't feel sleepy." He tapped Xue Qinglan's forehead with his fingers: "But haven't you thought of another possibility, what if I deliberately tease you?"
Xue Qinglan looked at him blankly: "Huh?"
He can instantly understand the calculations of the extremely subtle and tortuous human heart, but Wen Heng's question made him show a childlike ignorant and innocent look, obviously from the bottom of his heart, he regarded Wen Heng as the person he trusted and relied on the most. He never imagined that Wen Heng would do anything against him, not even a joke-like precaution.
"I'm afraid of you, ancestors, blame me for shooting myself in the foot." Wen Heng pinched Xue Qinglan's chin. Turning his face to the other side to stop him from staring at him, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and said with a smile, "Because of what you said, I have to accompany you two tonight to get drunk together."
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