The first place in this exam fell on Xie Zichen, everyone's mood was very complicated, especially seeing that the emperor changed his mind because of the so-called "National Teacher", everyone's mood was even more complicated.
After the emperor rewarded Xie Zichen, he finally felt tired and drove back to the palace. After the emperor left, everyone rushed up to surround Xie Zichen and Wei Lan. Wei Lan was actually a little tired, but she never lost her demeanor in front of men, so she said to Su Cheng who didn't live with them: "Your Highness, It is already late at night, I will send you back to the palace."
Hearing these words, Su Cheng saw that the person in front of him bent slightly in front of him, stretching out his hand to make a way for him, and couldn't help but soften a little in his heart. But he still snorted coldly, waved his fan and said: "Follow up, it's useless if you can't even get a leader!"
Wei Lan smiled helplessly. It was a pity that she couldn't enter Yushitai, but she didn't feel any discomfort when she lost to Xie Zichen. She has always been much more tolerant of men.
Following Su Cheng, she bid farewell to everyone, and was about to leave when she heard a human voice behind her: "Wei Lan!"
Wei Lan turned her head and saw Xie Zichen pushed aside the crowds, walked towards her, stopped in front of her, and said solemnly: "I have something to discuss with you."
Seeing Xie Zichen's expression, Wei Lan looked at Su Cheng, thinking about what Xie Zichen might have important to do, so she gave Su Cheng an apologetic smile and said, "Your Highness, it seems that we can't send His Highness back to the palace tonight."
Su Cheng didn't respond to her, but sneered and left.
Seeing Su Cheng playing with his temper, Wei Lan shook her head and smiled wryly, then turned to look at Xie Zichen and said, "Let's talk while walking."
After speaking, the two bid farewell to the people present, and then went back to the dormitory together. Wang Xi and Lin Che were still discussing the exam questions at the back, Wei Lan and Xie Zichen walked slowly in front, Wei Lan carried the palace lantern, reminded Xie Zichen to light up, and reminded him to be careful of things under his feet from time to time, being extremely considerate. Xie Zichen couldn't tell what his feelings were for a moment, he loved and hated this person's thoughtfulness so much.
"Today's matter was not arranged by me in advance, but by Xu Fu." Xie Zichen opened his mouth first, glanced at the people who were fighting behind him, and glanced at her calf. Wei Lan was a little puzzled, but immediately understood what Xie Zichen was referring to, and couldn't help but smile: "Don't worry, Zichen, I have nothing against you. Zichen is resourceful, and I am convinced, but I didn't expect it," Wei Lan looked into the distance, eyes There was a little smile in the face, but the smile floated on the surface, but it didn't fall into the eyes, with a bit of desolation: "This world is really big."
There are loose men, and there are men who can be more talented than her.
Surprises and surprises are everywhere.
Xie Zichen watched Wei Lan quietly without saying anything. After a long time, he finally said, "Do you still have abdominal pain today?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Lan's face darkened. Xie Zichen didn't wait for Wei Lan's answer, he was a little nervous, and continued: "Is the injury on your calf healed?"
"Okay." Wei Lan took a deep breath, "Thank you Zichen for your concern."
Xie Zichen nodded, and wanted to say more, but for a while, he didn't know how to speak. In fact, he had so many things he wanted to say, and he was bored in his heart, but he couldn't make a sound. He looked sideways at the person beside him, who raised his hand to brush his hair, his eyes were clear, without any burden. His heart was sour, but after a long time, he said: "You are really kind to His Highness the Third Highness."
"He is my master," Wei Lan smiled, and said casually, "Is it alright?"
"Just because he is your master?"
"Hmm..." Wei Lan rubbed her nose in embarrassment: "Maybe it's because of her good looks."
Hearing this, Xie Zichen felt as if someone had punched him in the chest, and he was so stuffy that he could hardly breathe. In fact, he has always known that Wei Lan has such a temper, and when she sees that someone looks good, she can post it upside down, meticulous.
"You act like this," he couldn't help but say, "don't cause trouble."
"Don't worry," Wei Lan raised her eyebrows and vowed, "I have experience, so you don't have to worry about it."
Xie Zichen felt even worse. He let out a foul breath: "How much experience do you have?"
Wei Lan frowned, thought for a while, but shook her head: "I don't remember clearly."
She really can't remember the man she flirted with.
Xie Zichen's face remained calm, even though he was feeling more uncomfortable psychologically, but his face was still calm, showing no signs of emotional turmoil at all. Wei Lan turned her head and saw a tall and thin young man beside her. His pale and cold face was as cold as a fairy in the night, and people couldn't take their eyes off at all.
I have seen so many men, this one is the most beautiful.
Wei Lan sighed regretfully, and tried to say: "However, if the son is willing to change his mind and consider marrying me, I can also turn the prodigal son back."
Xie Zichen turned to look at her. Her eyes were full of sincerity. After a while, he curled his lips and said, "I don't believe it."
"For the rest of your life," Xie Zichen lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Let's just be brothers."
I will guard my heart for the rest of my life, and I will guard yours for the rest of my life.
Wei Lan, who was used to being rejected, smiled nonchalantly. She also guessed what Xie Zichen would say, twirling the folding fan in her hand, and changed the subject: "You didn't answer me last time, you really want to marry Wang Wanqing?" ?”
Xie Zichen said nothing. Wei Lan smiled and continued: "That woman is not good, let me help you find a reliable one."
Such a beautiful woman must not be ruined by just marrying a woman.
"Shut up." Xie Zichen glanced at Wei Lan coldly, unwilling to listen any more, but Wei Lan felt that Xie Zichen was probably shy.
She didn't make fun of herself, she calmed down, and the two of them went back to their lodging place in silence. After resting, Wei Lan took off her hair crown, changed into obscene clothes, and sat on the edge of the bed to read a book, waiting for the ink to be dyed for her. Bring water. But this day was too exhausting, and it was just time for Xie Zichen to change clothes behind the screen, so she unknowingly fell on the bed and fell asleep.
Xie Zichen came to her side, quietly staring at her sleeping face.
Her face under the light is very soft, with a kind of indistinguishable beauty. She is only sixteen years old now, looking at her now, Xie Zichen can completely imagine her suffocating beauty when she grows up. Especially with her romantic taste, when she raises her eyebrows and bends her eyes, she is the willow moon in the south of the Yangtze River, with thousands of flowers blooming.
But such beauty cannot belong to him.
Xie Zichen bent down, picked up a strand of her beautiful hair, put it on the tip of his nose, smelled the fragrance of orchids that belonged to her, and felt something in his heart that was desperately suppressed.
There were footsteps outside, Xie Zichen quickly let go, but Ran Mo fetched water, she was holding a bandage and ointment in her hand, as soon as she entered the door, she saw Xie Zichen sitting next to Wei Lan, pressing her finger to her lips, making a Silent gesture.
Ran Mo carefully brought the water to the window, Xie Zichen gave Xie Tong a wink, Xie Tong walked up behind Ran Mo, took advantage of the gap where Ran Mo bent down, and directly knocked Ran Mo unconscious with a knife in his hand, and then It dragged out silently.
After closing the door, Xie Zichen squatted down, carefully lifted up Wei Lan's trouser legs, and then saw the wound on it. As he had guessed during the day, the wound was dripping with blood, but the person in front of him remained calm. She is really good at covering up her wounds, so that during the whole day, he was immersed in the pleasure of competing with her, and even forgot about the physical condition of this person, until she couldn't hold on to the stone lamp, he He suddenly realized what state this person was in to confront himself.
If he could find out earlier, she wouldn't have to struggle for so long.
Xie Zichen couldn't help sighing, and carefully took off the bandage on the wound. After carefully observing the wound, he scooped up water and gently washed it, and replaced the ointment. He didn't open his eyes, and fell asleep again hazily.
After changing the wound, Xie Zichen took off her shoes and socks for her. Only then did he realize that Wei Lan's feet were much smaller than ordinary men's feet. The feet were slightly raised, and the soles of the feet had a rounded arc. Cooperating with that jade-like white and smooth skin, it looks cute and has some desires that cannot be ignored. His eyes gradually became darker, and his skin became extremely hot when he touched it. He gently rubbed the skin on his foot in the water, feeling that his body was as hard as iron. This was an experience he had never had in his previous life, and it felt sweet and tormenting.
His breathing gradually became heavier, and the hand touching his feet couldn't help but increase his strength. Wei Lan frowned, opened her eyes dimly, but saw the figure of a man. In her previous life, most of the servants who served her were servants. She was used to men washing her feet. In this life, for a long time in the military camp, Huan Heng also helped her wash her feet. Xi subconsciously asked, "Ah Heng?"
The person holding her feet paused, Wei Lan was still a little dazed, and before she could react, someone slapped her face with a handkerchief.
This time when Wei Lan woke up, she stared blankly at Xie Zichen who was wearing pajamas and had a face as cold as ice, desperately thinking about what she had done and why he was so angry. However, after thinking for a while, she suddenly came up with a question.
She lifted up the handkerchief that fell on her face, frowned and asked, "Is this a foot handkerchief?"
"Pour the water yourself."
Xie Zichen turned around and opened the door, and walked out. Wei Lan was in a daze, she called Ran Mo a few times, and Ran Mo rushed in aggressively, Wei Lan was startled: "What's wrong with you?"
Ran Mo snorted coldly: "Just now Xie Tong sneaked up on me, I woke up and beat him up."
Saying that, Ran Mo picked up the footwashing water and said angrily, "Young Master, wait, I'll come back after beating him!"
Wei Lan: "..."
You don't have to come back, thank you.
After Ran Mo went out, Wei Lan was really sleepy, she fell back on the couch, still struggling with the question, is that handkerchief a foot handkerchief
Wei Lan slept comfortably, but Xie Zichen came back after taking a cold shower several times. When he came back and saw the person sleeping soundly on the bed, Xie Zichen couldn't help feeling angry again. He got into his quilt, thought for a while, and turned over to look at the man under the moonlight. After tomorrow, they will return to the palace, pack their luggage and go home separately. From then on, they will be "colleagues" instead of "classmates". He suddenly regretted a little, why he had to finish the nine subjects so early. After tonight, it would be difficult for him to sleep peacefully with this person again in this life.
But he was so uneasy, but she was still able to sleep as soundly as before. He couldn't help but feel that life was a little unfair.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got, he got behind Wei Lan and pulled her into his arms.
After such a year and a half, Wei Lan has already gotten used to Xie Zichen's behavior of crawling into her bed in the middle of the night, she didn't even bother to open her eyes, and then she heard the voice behind her say indistinctly: "You used to sleep like this with Huan Heng too. ?”
"Um… "
"Huan Heng also washed your feet?"
"Um… "
"How many other people have you slept with?"
"Um… "
"I'm asking you something!"
"Zichen..." Wei Lan broke down a bit, she struggled to open her eyes, and said in pain, "What are you up to in the middle of the night?"
"I asked you how many people you have slept with!" Xie Zichen was very persistent about this question, Wei Lan rubbed her forehead in pain, and couldn't remember at all. She sighed, and said dejectedly, "There are too many, I can't remember."
Xie Zichen froze on the spot, he wanted to ask more questions, but found that the person in front of him was completely asleep.
Before falling asleep, Wei Lan wondered in a daze, did she suddenly time travel to the time after she got married
She felt as if she suddenly had a master... who was particularly jealous.
Thinking of the word jealous, Wei Lan couldn't help but shudder.
She has made up her mind since she was a child that she must find a lord who obeys the four virtues, is magnanimous, and understands the general situation. If she marries a man who is jealous, it must be her punishment from heaven. If she married a jealous person, with her temperament... she would be murdered by the lord sooner or later... right
This idea stayed in her mind for a second. After waking up the next morning, Wei Lan and Xie Zichen received invitations to the Spring Festival. Such trivial matters were naturally forgotten.
The dance presented at the Spring Festival has always been presented by the leaders of Taixue, but this year the emperor specifically named them, thinking that both Wei Lan and Xie Zichen had the ability to be the leaders, and asked them to perform dances together.
The sacrificial dance is very delicate, so the two who originally planned to go home were left in the palace to learn to cooperate with the sacrificial dance.
This dance imitates the exaggerated movements of dragon and phoenix mixed with etiquette, so people from the Yuefu sent someone over to teach them for two days. After they have thoroughly learned the movements, they let them practice in pairs.
Unlike the solo dance of previous years, after being adapted into a two-person dance, the male god and the goddess are distinguished. Because Wei Lan is a little shorter than Xie Zichen, she let Wei Lan take charge of the part of the goddess.
Xie Zichen was the leader in his previous life, so he naturally danced this dance, and Da Chu's customs are almost the same as Daliang's, so there is not much difference in this dance, both of them learned quickly and cooperated very well.
Soon came the day of the Spring Festival, and the dance began. Xie Zichen stood on the stage first, with his back facing the direction where Wei Lan appeared. He wore a black robe printed with golden cirrus patterns, a black mask, and a golden hair crown. He held a long bird feather in his hand and placed it on his chest. Then he heard a drum, and then footsteps, tinkling bells, stopping behind him, standing back to back with him.
However, just standing like this, Xie Zichen heard the sound of breathing in from the audience.
He was a little curious, wondering what Wei Lan would probably dress up today. Then he heard another drumbeat, and the two leaned against each other, stretched out their sleeves together, and then turned around.
At this time, Xie Zichen finally saw Wei Lan's appearance clearly.
She plays the role of a goddess, so she combs her hair in a female bun, wears a pure white mask, and wears a white dress, looking holy and noble.
He couldn't see her face, only her eyes, like a puddle of clear water, filled with stars of the Milky Way. Surrounded by the sound of drums and pianos, they stepped on the beat of the drums, stretched out their sleeves, turned around, and entangled their bodies. When her face passed in front of him, he could feel her breath, as if it was entangled with his breath, so ambiguously close.
He held her waist and lifted her up, feeling the touch brought by the lines;
He stroked her body with the bird feather, making her body move accordingly, as if he was teaching her to do something unspeakable.
It's such a solemn dance, but the person on the other side is like a fairy, which makes people unable to help but feel distracted.
Not only Xie Zichen on the field, but also the people off the field felt that the "woman" above was really a goddess in heaven, so beautiful and intoxicating.
As the drumbeat became more and more urgent, the two of them took off each other's masks and hurriedly separated. When the faces of the two were revealed, everyone fell silent.
Xie Zichen's beauty is elegant and elegant, reminiscent of orchids and jade trees, and graceful bamboos; however, Wei Lan's beauty is indistinguishable from male and female, blurring all genders, elegant and coquettish. Or in other words, it was precisely because that face was too abstinent and noble, so when her phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and she swept towards everyone with that free and easy taste, it made people feel more destructive. Want to pull her off the altar, tear her apart, possess her, trample on her. Seeing the spring in her eyes, she burst into tears.
If the dance while wearing a mask is eye-catching, then after the two take off their masks at this moment, it is thrilling. When the two of them knelt down at the same time at the same time, bent back, their hair was thrown in a graceful arc, revealing the arc of her slender neck and slightly panting chest, no one present could speak. And the emperor on the high platform stared at Wei Lan, unable to look away for a long time.
The sacrificial dance made many people feel embarrassed, even the prince did not dare to look directly at the light of these two people. Xie Zichen was fine, especially Wei Lan, whose sense of strangeness was hard for everyone to ignore.
After stepping down, the two of them had exhausted too much energy and had to go to rest for a while. The ceremony ahead was still going on, and the two returned to the courtyard where they were resting. Before Wei Lan had time to change her clothes, Xie Zichen followed.
The boy in front was wearing women's clothes, but there was no sense of disobedience, until she suddenly pulled out a fan from her sleeve, flipped her wrist, and opened it very smoothly on her forehead, covering the glare of the light. The movements are clean and neat, wanton and romantic.
Then she noticed Xie Zichen's existence, turned around, and asked with some doubts: "Brother Zichen?"
Xie Zichen didn't speak.
He looked at the nondescript person wearing women's clothing and holding a fan in front of him, and felt that he must have been blind just now.
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If a woman is like her, then... is that still a woman? !
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[Small Theater 1: About Dreaming]
Wei Lan: "Shubai, I had a terrible dream last night. I dreamed that I married a lord who was very jealous. He didn't say anything about three obediences and four virtues, and even threw a footkerchief on my face... "
Mo Shubai: "Lanlan, don't worry, it's not a dream, it's your future."
Wei Lan: "So what was thrown in my face was really a footkerchief?"
Mo Shubai: "..."
What the hell is this concern about!
[Small Theater II: About How to Be a Proper Woman]
Xie Zichen: "Wei Lan's wearing women's clothing really blinds me, how can she be considered a woman?"
Wei Lan: "My daughter should be like me, Wei Lan. A woman who stands up to the sky is a real woman!"
[Small Theater 3: What is a good attack?]
Wei Lan: "Very aggressive? Are you referring to how to be a good woman? Of course, you must love him, protect him, and pamper him from the bottom of your heart. He wants the world, and I can give it to him. This is a The boldness of a big woman! What is grand favor? This is it."
Xie Zichen: "Good to attack? In front of Ah Lan, can I still attack..."
Mo Shubai: "I'm curious, Zichen. If you don't attack, what are you and her planning?"
Xie Zichen: "Plato's feelings are also feelings. But I have to say, two 1's have no future. So while I have feelings, I love her a lot."
Wei Lan: "Two 1s... You think too much, Zichen."