Recently, Lianhuawu and Wangxian Pavilion have been very lively, because Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are about to hold a ceremony to tie the knot
It has been more than a month since Wei Wuxian planed the pill. His injury has healed, but his body is still very weak
"Wei Ying, does it still hurt?"
Lan Wangji hugged Wei Wuxian, held his hand, and rubbed the medicine for him. At that time, the peeled nails had grown back, but every time he saw his slender fingers, Lan Wangji would breathe. How painful is it to leave so many scratches on the stone couch?
"It doesn't hurt anymore, you..."
"Pavilion master, Mr. Lan is here"
Before Wei Wuxian could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the disciples of Wangxian Pavilion
Lan Wangji was a little unhappy, he raised his head and glanced at the disciple
"Not seen."
Bow your head and continue the movements in your hands, afraid that he will hurt, and blow twice from time to time
"Let sir in"
Wei Wuxian sighed softly, shook his head, broke free from Lan Wangji's arms, sat down, and ordered someone to bring Lan Qiren in
"Wei Ying, I don't want to see the invisible"
My arms are empty, Lan Wangji is a little lost
"Lan Zhan, he is your uncle"
No matter what he had done, it was over, right? Wei Wuxian didn't want to live in hatred, nor did he want Lan Wangji to make a stand for himself and his only relative. Taking advantage of Lan Wangji's happiness, he wanted to untie this knot in his heart for him
Yu Ziyuan and Jiang Fengmian also came in, because the whole Lianhuawu people knew that Lan Qiren was here. It is said that he came to hire him. The purple electricity in Yu Ziyuan's hands was "sizzling", and he dared to come
"Mistress, don't be angry"
Under the help of Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian came to Yu Ziyuan, held Yu Ziyuan's hand, and acted like a spoiled child
"You don't have the heart, people treat you like that, you have to give him a good look"
When Yu Ziyuan thought of what Lan Qiren had done at that time, she didn't get angry, and wanted to slap him a few purple electricity to vent her dissatisfaction
"Forget the machine, this is a gift prepared by my uncle for A Xian"
Lan Qiren slowly entered the room, and the disciples of the Lan family behind him filed in, carrying boxes of objects hanging on red silk
"No need"
Lan Wang didn't lift his head, and focused all his attention on Wei Wuxian, afraid that he would be tired if he stood for too long
Joke, even if there is no cloud deep unknown, he is still rich enough to rival the country, p gift has already been sent to the lotus dock, many people envy, Lan Qiren's little favor, he still doesn't look down on it
"Blue Cham."
Under the wide sleeve, the hand holding Wei Wuxian was pinched fiercely. Lan Wangji frowned and looked at Wei Wuxian more and more affectionately
"This gift..."
"Take this old Mr. Lilan back, we don't need it"
Wei Wuxian's words were taken over by Yu Ziyuan again. He wanted to say that he accepted this gift. After all, Lan Qiren was Lan Wuji's elder, and he didn't want to embarrass him too much
Lan Qiren's body trembled, and his face was a little unnatural
"Purple Mandarin, it was my fault at the beginning, I apologize"
In the past few years, Lan Wangji has never returned to Yunshen's unknown place, nor has he ever looked at him directly. Even Lan Xichen, although people are under the same roof, is full of alienation from him. He knows that two nephews are Complaining about himself, hating himself for being inhumane at the beginning
"I don't dare to worry, it's not me that you're sorry"
Yu Ziyuan took Wei Wuxian's hand from Lan Wangji's hand, helped him sit down, and stroked his pale face distressed
"Let's go with what you brought, Wei Ying needs to rest"
Lan Wangji's voice was cold, without a trace of temperature
"Forgetting the plane, can't you forgive your uncle?"
Lan Qiren trembled his lips and choked his voice
"Can not"
"Cough cough cough..."
A burst of rapid coughing and panting came, and Lan Wangji's face changed, and he strode to Wei Wuxian's side
"Wei Ying, it's hard, isn't it?"
Lan Wangji patted Wei Wuxian's back and gave him a good time
"Well, Lan Zhan, I'm so sick, ahem..."
As soon as he heard Wei Wuxian say that he was uncomfortable, Lan Wangji felt that he could not breathe anymore. His throat tightened, and he picked up the person and was about to leave
"If you forgive sir, I will not suffer"
The person in his arms blinked his big eyes mischievously, and he didn't forget to stick out his tongue at him
"..."
In the face of such Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji felt that his heart had melted, how could there be any anger?