When Luo Wei woke up, it was already this afternoon, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Wei Lan standing beside the bed.
"Awake?" Wei Lan asked Luo Wei attached.
Luo Wei looked at Wei Lan, stunned at first, and then laughed.
Wei Lan asked softly, "Young Master, what would you like to eat?"
Rowe shook his head.
Wei Lan paused and said, "Does it still hurt?"
Luo Wei smiled and said, "I'm someone who has been trained, how can I get hurt?"
"Don't," Wei Lan wanted to cover Luo Wei's mouth, "Don't say that!"
Luo Wei said, "Lan, I'm sorry, I hurt you."
Wei Lan couldn't understand Luo Wei's words, just like he still couldn't understand why Luo Wei gave his body to himself last night, "How did the son hurt me?" Wei Lan just decided that Luo Wei would not hurt him.
"Just call me my name, what kind of son, what kind of son am I?" Luo Wei said.
Wei Lan didn't know what to say next, so she stood up and said, "I'll bring you ginseng soup."
Luo Wei watched Wei Lan go out, with a warm smile on his face unconsciously, at least there was such a person beside him.
After a while, Wei Lan brought in the ginseng soup from the outhouse.
"It's still snowing outside?" Luo Wei suddenly asked.
"Stopped this morning," Wei Lan said, and sat down beside the bed to feed Luo Wei the ginseng soup.
"No, it's not like I can't move now," Luo Wei took the ginseng soup from Wei Lan and drank it in a few sips.
Seeing that Luo Wei seemed to be in good spirits today, Wei Lan said to Luo Wei, "Sir, the plum blossoms in the courtyard are blooming."
"Lan likes plum blossoms?" Luo Wei asked.
Wei Lan smiled embarrassedly, "The flowers are all the same in my eyes, I thought the son would like them."
"Plum blossoms," Luo Wei really thought about it, he seemed to be the same as Wei Lan, he didn't particularly like flowers, and he didn't particularly hate flowers.
"Young Master, are you going to take a look?" Wei Lan asked, and said happily, "This plum blossom still smells good."
Luo Wei really laughed, "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. Naturally, this flower is fragrant. Hasn't Lan ever seen a plum blossom before?"
Wei Lan said: "There is one in Qilin Villa, but we couldn't go to the garden at that time."
"I see," Luo Wei said, "then let's go and see that flower."
Outside the house, the wind and snow had really stopped, and the dark fragrance of the cold plum floated in the air. The cold plum under the porch stood tall and straight in the snow, the branches were still covered with snow, and the pink cold plum seemed to bloom in the snow.
Luo Wei and Wei Lan stood under the porch and watched quietly for a while, as if seeing this flower for the first time.
"As soon as the plum blossoms bloom, it will be winter and spring," Luo Wei said to Wei Lan, "Lan, another year has passed."
"The mansion is busy preparing for the Chinese New Year," Wei Lan said, "The madam said that she will do a Buddhist deed for the young master to remove the bad luck."
Buddha? Luo Wei thought of the reincarnation spell of the national teacher in the dream, and the words that seemed to be known by intent. The deceased is gone, it is better to go back. There are many crazy children in the world, wisdom will be hurt, love is deep and longevity is shallow. Are these words addressed to him, Luo Wei, or to the dead Long Xuan? Du Dao, the national teacher Fuyi knew three lives and three lives, Luo Wei thought that maybe he should go to see the national teacher. With his status as a disciple like today, he should have a chance to see this national teacher, right
"Young Master?" Wei Lan asked Luo Wei aloud when he saw Luo Wei looking at the cold plum again.
Luo Wei was about to respond when the seventh son hurried over with a look of panic on his face.
"What's wrong?" Rowe asked hurriedly.
Qi Zi's foreword did not match his words.
Luo Wei's face was gloomy, and the prince Longyu was attacked and injured. Xie Yu, who accompanied him back to Beijing, desperately protected each other and was seriously injured.