For some reason, Wei Wuxian felt guilty tonight, he didn't dare to sleep with Lan Wangji on the couch like he used to. Stumbled and crooked until the early morning, he felt someone gently pick him up and put him flat on the couch. Wei Wuxian tried his best to open his eyes, and Lan Wangji's indifferent face came into view.
He suddenly woke up five or six minutes and called, "Lan Zhan."
Lan Wangji answered him with an "um". Wei WuXian asked again, "Are you awake or drunk now?"
Lan Wangji said, "Awake."
Wei WuXian said, "Oh... it's time."
Lan Wangji wakes up at this moment every day, so Wei Wuxian can tell the time without looking at the sky outside the window. He picked up Wei Wuxian's wrist, and there were several blood-red marks on both wrists. Lan Wangji took out a small light-blue porcelain bottle from his sleeve and lowered his head to give him medicine. The place where the delicate ointment was applied was immediately cool, Wei Wuxian narrowed his eyes, and said, "It hurts... Hanguang-jun, you are really rude when you are drunk."
Lan Wangji didn't lift his eyes, and said, "Do it yourself."
Wei WuXian's heart hangs for a moment, and he says, "Lan Zhan, what did you do after you got drunk, you really don't remember?"
Lan Wangji said, "I don't remember."
Wei WuXian thought to himself, "I probably don't remember. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so mad that he would have cut me off."
In his heart, he was glad that Lan Wangji didn't remember, but it was a pity that he didn't remember. It seemed that he had done a bad thing quietly, ate something secretly, hid in a corner alone, giggling, and no one found out, and regretted that no one shared his ulterior joy. Involuntarily, his eyes fixed on Lan Wangji's lips again.
Although the corners of the mouth never twitched, it looked soft, and it was indeed soft.
Wei WuXian bit his lip unconsciously, and began to wander too much: "Gusu Lan's family is so strict, and Lan Zhan is completely incomprehensible, he must have never kissed a girl before, what should I do now? I've come out on top, should I tell him? Will he cry when he finds out, hey, maybe he did when he was a kid, but he probably won't now. And he's like a wooden monk, maybe he never moves I've been thinking about that... No! Last time when he was drunk, I asked him 'do you like someone' and he answered 'yes'. Maybe he's kissed someone long ago? Yu's restrained temper must also be erotic and polite. Most of the time, he has never kissed, and certainly never held hands. Speaking of which, maybe he didn't understand what 'like' I asked at the time... "
After Lan Wangji applied the medicine to Wei Wuxian, someone knocked on the door lightly. After three knocks, Lan Sizhui's voice came: "Hanguang-Jun, everyone is up. Are you leaving?"
Lan Wangji said, "Wait downstairs."
When everyone left the city, they parted ways under the castle tower. The children of the famous families were all familiar faces at first. When each family held a grand talk event, they just hung out with each other. However, in the past few days, they have experienced the cat corpse incident together, and they have spent a thrilling day and night in a foggy ghost town. They also burned paper money together, drank alcohol together, quarreled together, and scolded people together. They were already very familiar with each other. When they parted, they were reluctant to part with each other. The chat will come to play, and when will you go to your home site for night hunting. Lan WangJi didn't urge them either, letting them talk about this and that, standing silently under a tree. The fairy was stared at by him, and did not dare to scream and run around, so she could only huddle under the tree, staring at Jin Ling, her tail wagging.
Taking advantage of Lan Wangji's stare at the fairy, Wei Wuxian took Jin Ling's shoulders and walked a long way.
Mo Xuanyu is one of Jin Guangshan's illegitimate children, and he is the half-brother of Jin Zixuan and Jin Guangyao, so he is also Jin Ling's younger uncle in terms of blood, so he can naturally warn him in the tone of an elder. As he walked, he said, "Don't quarrel and talk back to your uncle after you go back. Listen to his words, and be careful in the future, don't go out alone to hunt at night."
Although Jin Ling came from a famous family, he never spared anyone in rumors and rumors. He had no father or mother, so he was inevitably eager to seek success and prove himself. Wei WuXian said again, "You're only in your teens? Now, no one from an aristocratic family about your age has ever hunted any amazing monsters, so why should you be in such a hurry and have to grab this first?"
Jin Ling said sullenly, "My uncle and younger uncle were in their teens when they became famous."
Wei WuXian thought to himself, "Can it be the same? Back then, when the Qishan Wen Sect was on top of him, people were panicking, and if they didn't try their best to cultivate and fight, no one would know if he would be the next unlucky one. The battlefield doesn't care whether you are a teenager or how old. But now the situation is stable and everyone is stable, the atmosphere is naturally less tense, and everyone's cultivation is of course not so hard, there is no need. "
Jin Ling said again, "Even Wei Ying and Wei Gou were in his teens when he beheaded Slaughter Xuanwu. Even he can do it, why can't I?"
Wei Wuxian was horrified when he heard his surname and the last word linked together, and he managed to get goosebumps all over, "Did he kill that? Didn't Hanguang-Jun kill that?"
Hearing him mention Lan Wangji, Jin Ling glanced at him vaguely and wanted to say something, but he forcibly held back and said, "You and Hanguang-Jun... forget it. It's your own business. I don't want to care about you, if you like to cut your sleeves, you can cut your sleeves, this disease can't be cured."
Wei WuXian asked, "What's this called a disease?" He laughed in his heart, "He thought I was shamelessly pestering Lan Zhan?!"
Jin Ling said again: "I already know the meaning of Gusu Lan's forehead wiping. Since it's all like this, then you should stay by Hanguang-jun's side. If you cut off your sleeves, you should also cut your own body and don't provoke other men. , especially our family! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you."
The "our family" he said included both the Lanling Jin family and the Yunmeng Jiang family. It seemed that their tolerance for broken sleeves had increased. As long as they didn't look for his family members, they could pretend they didn't see them. Wei WuXian said, "You kid! What does it mean to provoke other men, like I said. Wipe your forehead? What does Gusu Lan's forehead wipe mean?"
Jin Ling said, "Don't come here! It's cheaper to sell well, don't get carried away. I don't want to talk about this anymore. Are you Wei Ying?"
At the end of the three sentences, he suddenly threw out a sentence and went straight in, which caught people off guard. Wei Wuxian replied calmly, "Do you think I look like me?"
Jin Ling was silent for a while, then suddenly blew a short whistle and said, "Fairy!"
After being called by the master, the fairy flicked her tongue and ran over with four legs. Wei Wuxian ran wildly, "Speak well, what kind of dog are you letting go!"
Jin Ling said, "Humph! Goodbye!"
After he said goodbye, he headed towards Lanling in a majestic manner. It seemed that he still did not dare to go back to Yunmeng Lotus Pier to see Jiang Cheng. The children of other families also went home in twos and threes in different directions. In the end, only Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, and a few juniors from the Lan family were left.
As they walked, several juniors couldn't control themselves and turned back frequently. Lan Jingyi didn't say anything, but her face was filled with reluctance and asked, "Where are we going next?"
Lan Sizhui said, "Jun Zewu is currently hunting at night in the Tanzhou area. Should we go back to Yunshen, where we don't know where to go, or go there to meet him?"
Lan Wangji said, "Tanzhou, meet up."
Wei WuXian said, "Very good, I might be able to help you a bit. Anyway, I don't know where to go next to find the head of my good brother."
The two of them walked in front, and the other teenagers followed far behind. After a while, Lan Wangji said, "Jiang Cheng knows who you are."
Wei WuXian sat on the donkey and let Xiao Apple walk slowly, "Yeah, I know. But what if I know, he can't produce any evidence."
Giving a house is different from taking a house, and there is no trace of it. Jiang Cheng was only judging by the look on his face when he saw the dog. But firstly, Jiang Cheng never told anyone about Wei Wuxian's fear of dogs, and secondly, people who are not very familiar with things like expressions and reactions can't make a conclusion at all, and they can't do any hard evidence. Even if Jiang Cheng is now posting announcements everywhere saying that the ancestor of Yiling, Wei Wuxian, is a coward, it is estimated that everyone will only think that the master of the three poisons has been chasing and killing the ancestor of Yiling for many years, but he always catches the wrong person and finally goes crazy. .
Wei WuXian said, "That's why I'm really curious. How on earth did you recognize me?"
Lan WangJi said softly, "I'm also curious why your memory is so poor."
Soon after arriving in Tanzhou, before meeting Lan Xichen, the group passed through a garden. The juniors saw that the garden was huge and extraordinary, and no one was looking after it. As long as it wasn't against the family rules, Lan Wangji would never stop them, so they let them in. In the garden, there are stone pavilions, stone balustrades, stone tables and stone benches for viewing the flowers and the moon. There are no flowers in the garden, only dead branches and leaves. This garden has been abandoned for many years.
After the juniors strolled around in high spirits, Lan Sizhui said, "This is the garden of the Lady of Flowers, right?"
Lan Jingyi said in a daze: "The Flower Girl? Who is that? Does this garden have an owner? Why does it look so dilapidated, it hasn't been taken care of for a long time."
Flowers with a short flowering period and seasonal blooms are called dill flowers. There are many varieties, different colors, and the garden is full of fragrance when blooming. Hearing the name, Wei Wuxian's heart moved, and he remembered something. Lan SiZhui stroked the pillars of the stone pavilion, pondered for a moment, and said, "If I remember correctly, it should be. This garden used to be very famous. I read about it in the book, "The Soul of the Flower Girl". , Tanzhou has a flowerbed, and there are women in the flowerbed. The poems are recited under the moon, and the poems are good, and I donate a dill flower, which will not wilt for three years, and the fragrance will last for a long time. If the poem is not good, or the chanting is wrong, the woman suddenly comes out and holds the flower. Throw a face, then hide."
Lan Jingyi said, "The wrong poem is to be smashed in the face by her? The flower should not have thorns, or if I try it, I will be smashed and stabbed in the face. What kind of monster is this?"
Lan SiZhui said, "The monsters probably don't count, they should be said to be spirits. Legend has it that the earliest owner of the flower garden was a poet. He planted these flowers with his own hands. He used the flowers as his friends. A ray of soul was condensed by the poetry and turned into a flower girl. Outsiders come here, chanting poetry well, reminding her of the person who planted her, and when she is happy, she will give a flower. If the singing is bad Wrong, she got out of the flowers and hit people on the head and face with flowers. Those who were hit would faint, and when they woke up, they found themselves thrown out of the garden. More than ten years ago, people who came to this garden It can be said that there is an endless stream.”
Wei WuXian said, "Feng Ya, Feng Ya. But there are no books in the Gusu Lan Sect's library that record such things. SiZhui, honestly, what books are you reading, and who showed you."
Lan SiZhui's face flushed, and he quietly looked at Lan WangJi, worried about being punished. Lan Jingyi said, "Isn't the flower girl very beautiful? Otherwise, why are so many people coming?"
Seeing that Lan Wangji didn't mean to blame, Lan Sizhui secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then replied with a smile, "It should be very beautiful. In fact, no one has seen the face of the flower girl. After all, even if you don’t know how to write poetry, it is not difficult to recite one or two poems. Therefore, most people have received flowers from the flower girl. Yin was beaten by the wrong person, and immediately fainted, so he didn't have the chance to see him. But... except for one person."
Another teenager asked, "Which one?"
Wei Wuxian coughed softly.
Lan SiZhui said, "Wei WuXian, the ancestor of Yiling."
Wei WuXian coughed again and said, "Then what, why is he again? Can't we talk about something else?"
No one pays attention to him. Lan Jingyi waved his hands and said worriedly, "Don't be arguing! What's wrong with Wei Wuxian? What did he do with this big devil? Did he forcefully capture the Lady of Flowers?"
Lan Sizhui said, "That's not true. However, in order to see the face of the flower girl, he specially came to Tanzhou from Yunmeng, and every time he came to this garden, he deliberately recited the wrong poem, which made the girl a flower girl. He got angry and hit him with flowers, then threw him out. After he woke up, he climbed in and continued to read the wrong words aloud. After doing this for more than 20 times, he finally saw the face of the flower girl, and went out to praise people everywhere. The flower girl was also pissed off by him, and she never came out for a long time. As soon as she saw him in, it rained wild flowers, and the flowers beat people. It was even more amazing than a wonder..."
All the boys laughed and said, "Wei Wuxian is really annoying!"
"Why so boring!"
Wei WuXian touched his chin and said, "What's so boring! Who didn't do one or two things like this when they were young? After all, why does anyone even know about this kind of thing? It's written down in a book. That's really boring."
Lan Wangji looked at him, although his face was expressionless, there was a strange gleam in his eyes, as if he was making fun of him. Wei Wuxian thought, "Hey, Lan Zhan is so embarrassed to see me joking, I know of your embarrassing things when you were young, there are eight or ten things, sooner or later, I will tell this group of children and destroy their minds about Hanguang-Jun. The image of ice and jade, sacred and inviolable. Just wait."
He said, "You kids, your minds are not calm and your mind is unclear. You must be reading miscellaneous books every day and not concentrating on your cultivation. Go back and ask Hanguang-Jun to punish you for copying your family training ten times."
The teenagers were shocked: "Do you need to copy ten times while standing upside down?!"
Wei WuXian was also surprised, and looked at Lan WangJi, "You guys always have to stand upside down when you're fined for copying? That's too harsh."
Lan WangJi said in a low voice, "There will always be people who don't remember the lesson for copying a single fine. Stand upside down, remember deeply, and you can still practice."
Wei Wuxian was naturally the one who didn't remember the lesson. He pretended not to understand, and turned around to be thankful that he didn't let him copy it upside down.
A group of teenagers listened to the story with great interest and decided to spend the night in the garden. Wild lodging is also a common thing in night hunting, so everyone picked it up, piled up a pile of dead branches and fallen leaves, and built a bonfire. Lan Wangji went out to patrol, to ensure the safety of the neighborhood, and to set up an array to prevent the attack in the middle of the night. Wei WuXian stretched his legs and sat by the fire. Seeing Lan WangJi finally leaving, he now had a chance to clear up his confusion.
Mentioning this, the faces of the young people suddenly changed, and they all faltered. Wei Wuxian's heart suddenly thumped, and his heart pounded.
Lan SiZhui said carefully, "Senior, don't you know?"
Wei WuXian said, "If I knew, would I still ask? Do I look like such a boring person?"
Lan Jingyi muttered, "It's very similar... After all, you can even trick us into lining up to watch that kind of thing..." Wei Wuxian stirred up the sparks with a branch, and said, "I didn't do that for the sake of it. Let you exercise well and break through yourselves? It is obviously very useful, you remember my words, and you will benefit from it in the future. "
Lan Sizhui seemed to be thinking about the words. After thinking for a while, he said, "That's it. Gusu Lan's forehead wipe means 'discipline oneself', do you know this senior?"
Wei WuXian said, "I know. Then?"
Lan Sizhui continued, "And Gusu Lan's founder, Lan An, said that only in front of the destined person and the person who is in love can be free from any restrictions. Therefore, the lessons passed down through the ages are, uh , Our family's forehead wipe is a very, very private and sensitive precious thing. No one else can touch it, take it off, and even attach it to others. This is a taboo. Well, only, only… "
Only what, needless to say.
Beside the bonfire, these young and immature faces blushed, and Lan SiZhui couldn't speak anymore.
Wei Wuxian felt more than half of the blood in his body rushed to his forehead.
This forehead, this forehead, this-this-
The meaning of this forehead is quite heavy!
He suddenly felt that he needed fresh air very much. Suddenly he stood up and jumped out, holding on to a dead tree to barely stabilize his body. He said to himself, "...My mother! What have I done!"
In Qishan that year, the Wen family held a grand talk of a hundred schools of thought. The conference lasted for seven days, and the entertainment projects were different every day during the seven days. One of them was more than archery.
The rules of the game are that the young children of each family who are not as good as the weaker enter the arena to hunt. Among the more than 1,000 life-sized paper figurines that are flexibly fleeing, only 100 are attached to the evil spirits. As long as one is shot wrongly, You must leave the arena immediately. Only by continuously shooting the correct paper figurines with fierce spirits can they stay in the arena. Finally, whoever has the most shots and the most accurate shots will be ranked in order.
On such occasions, Wei Wuxian would of course participate as one of the Yunmeng Jiang clan's players. Before the competition, he had already listened to the debates of various schools all morning, and he was dizzy after hearing it. On the way to the hunting grounds while yawning, he glanced at him, and suddenly saw a handsome young man with a powdery face and frosty face beside him, wearing a red round-neck robe with a nine-ring belt, and his sleeves tucked away. Very narrow. This was originally the uniform dress worn by the juniors of the Baijia Talking Talk in Qishan. He wore it so well that it was three-pointed elegant, three-pointed heroic, and very handsome, which made one's eyes shine.
The young man was carrying a bunch of arrows with snow-white tail feathers, bowing his head and trying to bow. His fingers were long and slender, and he plucked on the bowstring, producing a timbre like a harp, beautiful and strong.
Wei WuXian saw that this young man looked familiar, thought for a while, patted his thigh, and greeted him cheerfully, "Hey! Isn't this Brother Wangji?"
At that time, it had been more than a year since Wei Wuxian had been studying in Yunshen and was deported back to Yunmeng. After he returned to Yunmeng, he told people about what he had seen in Suzhou, including a lot of remarks such as Lan Wangji's beautiful face, but how it was so rigid and so boring. It didn't take long for him to forget about these days and continue on the lake. Ran the waves and go wild in the mountains. Before, he had only seen Lan Wangji dressed in the plain clothes of Gusu Lan's "wearing hemp and filial piety", but he had never seen him in such a bright and eye-catching attire, coupled with Lan Wangji's overly beautiful face, they suddenly met again. , I was blinded by the flash for a while, and I couldn't recognize it immediately.
Over there, Lan Wangji tried the bow, turned his head and left. Wei Wuxian was boring, and said to Jiang Cheng, "Ignore me again. Hey."
Jiang Cheng glanced at him indifferently, but didn't intend to pay any attention. There are more than 20 entrances to the shooting range, each of which is different. Lan Wangji walked to the entrance of the Gusu Lan Clan, and Wei Wuxian sneaked past first. When Lan Wangji turned sideways, he also turned sideways; when Lan Wangji moved, he moved too. All in all, it's blocking him from letting him go.
In the end, Lan Wangji stood still, raised his head slightly, and said solemnly, "I borrowed it."
Wei WuXian said, "Are you willing to take care of me? Did you pretend you didn't know me just now, or did you pretend you didn't hear me?"
Not far away, the teenagers from other families are looking at this side, strangely, smiling. Jiang Cheng smacked his lips impatiently, and carried the arrow to the other entrance.
Lan Wangji raised his eyes coldly and repeated, "I borrowed it."
Wei Wuxian smiled, raised his eyebrows, and turned his body sideways. The arch at the entrance was narrow, and Lan WangJi had to pass him close to him. When he entered, Wei Wuxian shouted from behind him, "Lan Zhan, your forehead is crooked."
The children of the aristocratic family pay great attention to appearance, especially the Gusu Lan family. Hearing this, Lan Wangji raised his hand to help him without hesitation, but his forehead was clearly wearing upright. When he turned his head, he turned his eyes towards Wei Wuxian, who had already turned to the entrance of Yunmengjiang Sect with a laugh. .
After entering the field and the game officially started, children from aristocratic families continued to exit the field because they shot ordinary paper figurines by mistake. Wei Wuxian shoots one arrow at a time, and shoots very slowly, but he never misses the shot. Seventeen or eight arrows are removed from the quiver within a short time. He was about to try to change the backhand shot, when suddenly, something floated on his face.
This thing is light and soft, and it scratches Wei Wuxian's cheeks like wisps of fluff. He looked back, and before he knew it, Lan Wangji had walked near him, turned his back to him, and was drawing a bow towards a paper figurine.
The streamer that wiped his forehead fluttered in the wind and gently swept Wei Wuxian's face.
He narrowed his eyes and said, "Brother Wangji!"
Lan Wangji pulled the bow as full as a full moon, paused for a moment, and said, "What's the matter."
Wei WuXian said, "You're wiping your forehead crooked."
This time, Lan WangJi didn't believe him anymore, an arrow flew out, and without looking back, he uttered two words: "Boring."
Wei WuXian said, "This time it's true! It's really crooked. If you don't believe me, see, I'll give you the right thing."
He said that he would do it, and grabbed the forehead tailband that was floating in front of his eyes. The bad thing is that he is so cheap. He used to pull the braids of the little girl from Yunmeng, and he wanted to tug at the strips in his hand, so this time he did not hesitate to tug. Unexpectedly, the wipe forehead was slightly crooked and a little loose, and when he pulled it, it slid off Lan Wangji's forehead.
Lan WangJi's hand holding the bow trembled.
After a long while, he turned his head stiffly, his eyes turned to Wei Wuxian very slowly.
Wei WuXian still held the soft forehead wipe in his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Here it is, you can put it on again."
Lan Wangji's face was very ugly.
There was a cloud of black energy between his Yintang, and the back of the hand holding the bow burst into blue veins, and the whole figure seemed to be shaking with anger. Wei WuXian saw that bloodshot eyes had crept up in his eyes, so he couldn't help pinching the forehead wipe, thinking, "The thing I ripped off is really a forehead wipe, isn't it some part of his body?"
Seeing that he still dared to pinch, Lan WangJi suddenly snatched the forehead from his hand.
As soon as he grabbed it, Wei Wuxian let go. The other disciples of the Lan family stopped firing arrows, and they all gathered around. Lan XiChen took his younger brother's shoulders and whispered something to the silent Lan WangJi. The rest of the people also had serious faces, as if they were facing a great enemy. His eyes looked at Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian only heard vague words, "accidental", "don't be angry", "don't care", "man", "family rules", and so on, becoming more and more at a loss. Lan Wangji glared at him fiercely, turned his sleeves and walked out of the field.
Jiang Cheng walked over and said, "What are you doing? Didn't I tell you not to tease him? If you don't seek death for a day, you won't be happy."
Wei Wuxian spread his hands and said, "I said that he wiped his forehead crookedly. The first time I lied to him, but the second time it was true. He didn't believe it, and was angry. I didn't mean to pull his forehead off, you said. Why was he so angry? He didn't even participate in the game."
Jiang Cheng sneered, "It goes without saying, of course, because you annoyed him so much!"
The arrows behind him were almost finished, and Wei Wuxian began to exert his strength when he saw this.
He hadn't thought about this part for so many years at all. It wasn't that he didn't doubt whether wiping his forehead had any special meaning for the Lan family, but after the match, he put it aside again. Thinking about it now, what kind of eyes did the other Lan family disciples who were present looking at him—
In front of the public, a bastard forcibly took his forehead off, but Lan Zhan didn't shoot him to death on the spot—the self-cultivation is so terrifying! As expected of Mr. Hanguang! ! !
And thinking about it carefully, after coming back, he seems to have touched Lan Wangji's forehead more than once! ! !
Lan Jingyi wondered, "What is he doing walking around there alone? Can't sit still after eating too much?"
Another teenager said: "The complexion is also turning red and green... Is it bad to eat..."
"We didn't eat anything... Is it because of the meaning of wiping our foreheads? Don't be so excited. It seems that he is really infatuated with Hanguang-Jun. Let's see how happy he is..."
Wei Wuxian walked around a bunch of dead flowers for more than fifty laps before he managed to calm down, not knowing whether to laugh or cry when he heard the last sentence. At this moment, the sound of dead leaves being smashed came from behind.
Hearing Footstep was not a child, it should be Lan Wangji coming back, Wei Wuxian adjusted his expression quickly, turned around, and saw a black figure standing in the shadow of a dead tree not far behind.
This figure is tall, tall, and powerful.
Just missing a head.