Huan Heng didn't speak, just panted with his head down.
The surrounding was silent. After a long time, Wei Lan put down her wine glass, glanced at everyone, and said with a smile, "Why don't you all drink?"
Saying that, Wei Lan stood up, walked to Huan Heng with the wine, bent down, and stretched out her hand towards him.
"Get up."
Her voice was gentle: "It's cold on the ground."
Huan Heng didn't speak, he raised his hand and grabbed Wei Lan's hand, stood up with her strength, grabbed her and said, "You come with me."
"Huan Heng." Xie Zichen said coldly, Huan Heng turned his head to look at Xie Zichen, and said angrily, "You try to catch up?!"
While talking, Huan Heng's guards drew their swords one after another, and the Yulin Army also drew their swords. The two looked at each other coldly, and finally Wei Lan said: "It's just going out to get some fresh air, why such a big battle?"
As she spoke, Wei Lan pulled her hand out of Huan Heng's, raised her hand and said, "Marshal Huan, please."
Huan Heng didn't say much, turned his head and left.
After leaving the palace gate, a cold wind suddenly hit, making people sober up a lot.
Huan Heng walked in front, seemingly hesitating, Wei Lan followed unhurriedly, without saying a word, just waiting for him. When there were fewer people around, Huan Heng came to the rear of the palace, stopped in front of the fence, and finally said: "I have thought about what you said that day."
"Oh?" Wei Lan raised her eyebrows: "But what do you think?"
"You're right," Huan Heng lowered his eyes, and spoke with great difficulty: "I've been living in the past, and I can't let go. A Lan, you've come a long way, but I've stayed where you are. ground, and then always want to find a reason to pull you back, this is my fault."
Wei Lan didn't speak, she knew the key point was behind. Huan Heng raised his head, with the faint light of palace lanterns in his eyes: "So I figured it out, Ah Lan, let's start over."
Hearing this, Wei Lan was a little surprised, Huan Heng smiled with a gentle expression on his face: "I know you've gone far, but it doesn't matter, I can keep up."
"Aheng," Wei Lan finally frowned, "I'm married."
"I do not care."
"I care." Wei Lan said in a deep voice, "I don't want to give Zichen any reason to be suspicious, so Ah Heng, I hope you can understand that we are not in the past, and we can't go back to the past. You should let go."
Huan Heng didn't speak, he pursed his lips, after a long time, he finally said: "Alan, I hope you are by my side, but I hope you live well."
As he said that, he laughed, with a bitter face: "Whatever you want, so be it. If you want me to be your younger brother, then I will be your younger brother. But Alan, I hope you understand—"
He raised his hand, put it on his chest, and said hoarsely: "In my heart, I have never been your brother."
"I promise you," he smiled, his eyes bright: "I will fulfill your wish, and I will do whatever you ask me to. not lying to you."
Wei Lan didn't speak, she didn't know what to say for a while, if Huan Heng was stiff with her, if Huan Heng made a scene, she still had the reasons and ability to deal with it, but when Huan Heng was so obedient, she unexpectedly don't know what to say.
So she could only sigh and said, "Don't embarrass me."
"good."
"Go back to the north."
Huan Heng didn't speak, his eyes were lowered, just like when he was a boy, he didn't want to promise anything, and he wouldn't refuse Wei Lan, so he just stood there without saying a word. Wei Lan couldn't help being a little amused: "What do you mean?"
"I want to stay in Shengjing."
There was a cold look on Wei Lan's face: "What are you keeping?"
Huan Heng pursed his lips, and finally said, "I want to be with you."
"Aheng," Wei Lan said coldly, "You, a northern general staying in Shengjing, do you know what it means? If you bring soldiers, no one will believe that you have no intention of treason. If you don't bring soldiers, then It is to put yourself in a dangerous place. Do you want to happen again what happened back then?"
Huan Heng froze.
If he hadn't come to Shengjing capriciously back then, he wouldn't have been in such a mess when he returned to the north.
He didn't say a word, and Wei Lan knew that she had hit his sore spot, so she said softly, "Ah Heng, didn't you say that you have grown up?"
"When you grow up, you need to know how to part and know how to let go."
"Do you know why I stubbornly wanted to keep you in the north that year?" Huan Heng smiled wryly, slowly raised his eyes, and stared at Wei Lan: "Because I couldn't bear it."
Wei Lan wanted to say something else, but Huan Heng suddenly raised his hand and said calmly, "I'll go back."
"But Ah Lan, you have to understand." Huan Heng was wearing moonlight, his expression was flat: "I'm going back not because I'm afraid of Shengjing, but because I want you to feel at ease."
"I know, if I don't go back, you will have a big rock in your heart, always doubting what I am going to do. So I will go back."
"It's just Ah Lan." Huan Heng suddenly felt a little sad: "Before I go back, can you give me a hug?"
Wei Lan was a little embarrassed for a while, Huan Heng strode forward without saying a word, and hugged Wei Lan in his arms. He tightly embraced the warmth of this moment, and said in a hoarse voice: "Be well in Shengjing, whoever bullies you, you write to me."
"Um… "
Wei Lan didn't know what was going on, and suddenly felt sour in her heart.
In her heart, Huan Heng has always been as important as Wei Hua, and even closer than Wei Xiong. After all, when she went to the battlefield alone, and when she was young, it was this young man who accompanied her all the time.
He is like a brother to her, like a friend, even if there is no half love mixed in, there are layers of fetters that cannot be cut off.
He was wrong, she could be tough enough to make herself do all sane actions, including letting him die.
But when he bowed his head and softened, Wei Lan couldn't resist, and even had no way to deal with him for a while. Knowing that he is not harboring a sister-brother relationship, but at this moment, there is no reason to insist on pushing it away.
Huan Heng noticed that her mood softened and closed his eyes.
"Alan," he said slowly, "in this life, don't be afraid of anything you encounter, I'm here for you."
"Don't worry," Xie Zichen said in a cool voice, "I won't die so early in my life, it's not your turn to worry about it."
Hearing this, Wei Lan couldn't help laughing, she pushed Huan Heng, and Huan Heng let her go, Wei Lan turned her head with a smile, looked at Xie Zichen and said, "How can I bother Mr. What have you been afraid of?"
This sound made Xie Zichen feel much more at ease, he folded his hands in his sleeves, looked at Huan Heng, and said coldly: "Aren't you going to get out?"
Huan Heng sneered, brushed off his sleeves, and said softly to Wei Lan, "Ah Lan, I'm going back."
"En." Wei Lan nodded, Huan Heng turned and left, as if Xie Zichen didn't exist.
As soon as Huan Heng left, Wei Lan immediately raised her hand and said in a gesture of surrender: "I was wrong, I shouldn't let him hug me."
"He has malicious intentions."
"Uh-huh."
Wei Lan admitted her mistake very quickly, and all Xie Zichen's words were blocked in her mouth. After a long time, she finally said helplessly: "Why are you attracting bees and butterflies like this?"
Wei Lan thought for a moment, then said with some uncertainty: "Probably...the person is too good?"
Xie Zichen sneered, and said directly, "I'm afraid it's too sentimental."
Wei Lan knew that the vinegar forum was going to be turned upside down tonight, and she was afraid it was not good, so she quickly took Xie Zichen's hand, put it in his palm, and let Xie Zichen hold it. Seeing her small movements, Xie Zichen finally relaxed a lot. Huan Heng chopped it off just now, but now his hair is scattered on both sides, his clothes are also torn by the sword wind, and he looks in a rare embarrassment. But even so, he is still a handsome man with a handsome figure, and he does not lose the title of "Mr. Leng".
Wei Lan couldn't help laughing out loud when she thought of the name she had heard at her daughter's house in Shengjing back then. Xie Zichen was a little curious: "What are you laughing at?"
"A few days ago, I chatted with Empress Dowager Xie and learned some interesting things."
"Um?"
"I heard that when you were in Shengjing, those women secretly called you Mr. Leng. It's such a dignified name."
Hearing this, Xie Zichen understood Wei Lan's smile, held her hand, and licked the corner of his mouth: "Do you know what your name is?"
"And me?" Wei Lan had a bad feeling.
"Of course," Xie Zichen nodded, "Young Master Yu."
"Young Master Leng Xie Zichen, Young Master Yu Wei Lan, Young Master Yue Wang Xi..."
Xie Zichen recounted the nicknames of their group back then, and said with emotion: "These women who embroider at home every day are really idle."
"Yes." Wei Lan nodded in agreement: "It is indeed quite enviable."
"If you're envious, isn't it easy?" Xie Zichen turned around with a smile on his face: "When you become Mrs. Xie, you can embroider flowers as you want, listen to operas as you want, and spend money as you want. Isn't that bad?"
"Not good, not good," Wei Lan followed his words, shaking her head and said, "If you ever get unhappy, I won't have money to spend."
"How come?" Xie Zichen looked at her seriously: "My property has long been in your name."
Wei Lan was taken aback for a moment, and Xie Zichen laughed loudly: "A Lan, I really like to see you so suddenly and silly."
"It's worth a thousand dollars to buy a smile," Xie Zichen said with emotion, "I'm a million dollars to buy a fool."
Wei Lan came back to her senses, smiled and said with emotion: "Xie Zichen, you are the first man who gave me money in so many years."
"Of course." Xie Zichen lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and said hoarsely, "So I am your husband-in-law."
Wei Lan's face remained motionless, and she raised her eyebrows with a smile. That look made people's hearts itch, Xie Zichen felt as if a cat had scratched his heart, and he wanted to put this person in a corner of the palace city.
Fortunately, he was still sane, so he dragged him out of the palace.
A new guard who came in saw him from a distance, and was quite surprised: "Is that Mr. Wei Xiang and Shang Shuling? They have such a good relationship?"
"In this imperial court, who has a bad relationship with whom?"
Another old guard sneered: "But in private, who knows what's tricky? Listen to me, if you really want to take refuge in Shang Shuling, you must express your loyalty, understand?"
"Understood." The guard nodded, watching the two people holding hands and walking to the side of the carriage, Xie Zichen raised his hand to give Wei Lan a lift into the carriage, and Wei Lan pulled him up again. The two are like glue, even if they are separated by such a distance, they can still feel an inexplicable sweetness surrounding them.
The guard always felt something was wrong.
"Senior," he couldn't help but said, "I think the relationship between the two of them is extraordinary!"
"So I said," the old guard sighed, "you are still too young..."
Many years later, the guard who had been tricked finally understood that it is better to be younger.