Wei Lan took the wooden box all the way out of the Xiangfu, and walked aimlessly, what is far? Are you out of Shangducheng? Wei Lan felt that Ku Liu had never lived his best life. The streets are full of people visiting relatives and friends, and the atmosphere of the New Year is very lively. Wei Lan didn't know how long she had been walking, and finally heard the sound of hammering from the roadside.
The owner of the iron shop took over a business a year ago. Unexpectedly, two blacksmiths in the shop fell ill at once, and went back to his hometown to marry and leave another. But there is still so much unfinished. Business people all value word of mouth. If the customer's goods are missed, the boss's business will be difficult to do, so the boss has to open the furnace and rush to work.
Wei Lan carried the wooden box into the blacksmith shop.
When the boss saw the visitor, he hurriedly left his work, greeted Wei Lan and said, "Guest officer, I don't have any new jobs here. Come back after fifteen."
Wei Lan said, "I want to burn something."
The boss looked at the wooden box in Wei Lan's hand and said, "Is the guest officer going to burn this?"
"Yes," Wei Lan nodded.
The boss has been working for a living for all these years, but he has yet to come across a person who comes to burn things. "Guest officer," the boss looked at Wei Lan and said, "You can burn this wooden box wherever you want!"
Wei Lan looked at the burning furnace, "You burn clean here."
"What's in your box?" the boss asked. He didn't look right at Wei Lan.
Wei Lan didn't ask the boss anymore, and with a raised hand, he threw the wooden box containing the dead six heads into the furnace.
"Guest officer, what are you?" the boss shouted. It's not a big deal to burn things, but you can't just throw them in there, right? How many more are there? What kind of molten iron does he make in this furnace
Wei Lan handed a piece of broken silver to the boss and said, "I want to watch it here."
"Then please do what you want." The boss stopped talking, the business is to make money, and if you have money, he won't ask so much, just be happy with the guests.
Wei Lan stood by the fire, watching the wooden box turn to ashes along with Ku Liu's head.
The boss and the guys waited until Wei Lan left, then closed the door of the stove, and pulled open the thick layer of ash inside the stove, trying to see what Wei Lan was burning. As a result, only a little whitish ash was found in the furnace.
"It won't be ashes, will it?" said a guy.
"Don't talk nonsense!" The boss told the little guy, "If you talk about dead people during the New Year, you will have a bad year!"
"Then what is this?" the boy asked.
"Never mind," the boss wiped the sweat on his face, looking at Wei Lan's appearance, he didn't look like he came out of a common people's house, he, a businessman, had better not care about the affairs of a big family, "Turn on the furnace, and then go to work. !"
The blacksmith shop was busy again, and Wei Lan was left behind by the people in the shop.
Wei Lan returned to the prime minister's mansion, and heard the seventh son that Luo Wei fell asleep after drinking the ginseng soup, and was about to enter Luo Wei's bedroom to see Luo Wei.
"Brother Wei," the seventh son said behind him, "see if the charcoal in the son's room is about to burn out."
"Okay," Wei Lan agreed, and entered Luo Wei's bedroom.
"You're back?" When Wei Lan stood by the bed and reached out to touch Luo Wei's forehead, Luo Wei opened his eyes.
"Master woke up?"
"I haven't slept," Rowe said. "Where have you been? Lost your head for so long?"
Wei Lan sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "I burned that thing to ashes."
Luo Wei said "Ah", "You just threw it away, and then went to burn it?"
Wei Lan nodded.
"It's okay to burn it," Rowe said with a smile, "that's how it's clean."
"I won't talk about it in the future," Wei Lan leaned down and whispered to Luo Wei, "Just pretend there is no such person."
"Okay," Rowe said, "I forgot about that."
Only then did a smile appear on Wei Lan's face, and she said, "Young Master said he would do it."
"Where did you go to destroy the corpse?" Luo Wei pulled Wei Lan down again, "There is dust on his head," he brushed the dust off Wei Lan's hair, "I want to take a bath tonight, Lan also Wash it up."
Wei Lan said: "The lady said that if you can't take a bath for three days in the new year, she said that she will wash away all the blessings of the year."
"Do you still believe this?" Luo Wei said with a smile: "I've been lying down these days, and my body stinks."
"How can the son be stinky?" Wei Lan said: "I have wiped myself for the son."
"It's really delicious," Luo Wei stretched his hand to Wei Lan's nose and lowered it, "You smell it."
Wei Lan really smelled it and said, "It's the smell of fragrant pancreas."
Luo Wei got up and said to Wei Lan: "Washing your hands with the fragrant pancreas will naturally smell like the fragrant pancreas. I don't believe you don't have it in your hands."
"Don't get up," Wei Lan pressed down on Luo Wei, "Don't freeze."
Luo Wei grabbed Wei Lan's hand, looked at the thick calluses on Wei Lan's hands that often grew out of martial arts practice, and said, "Lan's hands are the same as those of my brothers. It's hard to practice martial arts, right?"
"It's not bitter," Wei Lan said.
"But I'm bitter," Rowe said, his face hung up.
"what?"
"I just drank the medicine, and it's even more bitter than before," Luo Wei said. "Did this Doctor Wei intend to do this? I still have a bitter taste in my mouth."
Wei Lan's finger tapped Rowe's lips, which had seen blood color come back in the past two days.
Luo Wei moved his heart, and when Wei Lan pointed his finger again, he opened his mouth and bit it lightly.
Wei Lan was amused, and looked at Luo Wei attentively for a while, and the man's complexion was much better.
"Don't know me?" Luo Wei asked with a smile. In the past two days, he also felt that his body was a little better. At least his head didn't get dizzy from time to time, and he had the strength to walk.
Wei Lan possessed himself and kissed Luo Wei's lips. Rowe opened his mouth, and the two kissed together.
The kiss was very long and delicate, the lips and tongues were intertwined, listening to each other's heartbeats, both of them were a little moved.
Wei Lan finally collapsed beside Luo Wei, breathing quickly, "Young Master's body is not yet healthy."
Luo Wei knew the meaning of Wei Lan's words, and this person obviously couldn't bear it, but he still thought about him. "Lan," Luo Wei called to Wei Lan softly, reaching into Wei Lan's shirt.
"Master?" Wei Lan hurriedly held Luo Wei's hand.
"Shh," Luo Wei chuckled, "Aren't you feeling bad?" He moved his hand maliciously.
Wei Lan wanted to scream, but held back. It was daytime, and there were still people standing in the yard.
"Lie down," Luo Wei's quilt covered them both at this time, "I'll serve you once. Huh?" Luo Wei's mouth leaned against Wei Lan's ear and said joking love words.
This sounded frivolous, obviously not what someone like Luo Wei should say, but when this person whispered these words that made people blush and heartbeat, Wei Lan only thought that this was the best love story in the world , making him so difficult to patiently desire.