"Xi Chen, you are confused"
After Lan Qiren read the content on the note, he became more and more distressed by Wei Wuxian
"At the beginning, although Ah Xian was stubborn, he distinguished right from wrong, black and white, and knew what the morality of the rivers and lakes was. Even if the entire immortal cultivation world misunderstood him and shouted at him to kill, how could he ever hurt an innocent person? You are looking at Jin Guangyao, who has killed so many people, and even his father and brother have never let go, and he has framed Ah Xian again and again for his own selfish desires. If you have eyes, take a good look for yourself. Now that Ah Xian has become like this, isn't it all the" credit "of the person next to you?"
Lan Qiren stared at him blowing his beard angrily, and a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat
Wei Wuxian tugged at Lan Qiren's cuff and shook his head at him
Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji did not speak, and Jin Guangyao, who was still kneeling on the ground, did not dare to speak
"That's all, A Xian pleads for you again and again. For his sake, I don't want to care about you, abolish his cultivation base, and send him down the mountain, lest he harm the common people in the future, and find a place to place him. Don't stay in Yunshen and hinder my eyes."
After Lan Qiren finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Wei Wuxian
"Are you satisfied now?"
Wei Wuxian nodded and bowed to Lan Qiren
"Thank you uncle"
Lan Xichen also pulled up Jin Guangyao and hurriedly saluted to Lan Qiren
The matter finally came to an end, and everyone dispersed. Wei Wuxian plunged into Lan Wangji's arms and refused to raise his head again
"Tired... rest... rest"
"Okay, rest."
Lan Wangji's lips evoked a smile, and gently patted the back of the person in his arms. After a while, he heard a steady breathing sound
He carried the man to the bed and lay down, got up to review the official documents, but when he turned around, he was held by the corner of his clothes
"No... don't... go"
Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Wuji with open eyes. His pair of clear eyes were pitiful at the moment, like a wounded little beast, helpless and pitiful
"I'm not going, I'm not going anywhere"
Lan Wangji lay beside him in his clothes, hugging the man in his arms and hugging him tightly
"I will never leave you again..."
He whispered
...
The next morning, before Lan Wangji opened his eyes, he habitually touched the inside of the bed, trying to take the rabbit into his arms, but unexpectedly he felt empty, his tentacles were cold, and he was so frightened that he lost sleep in an instant. Before he could put on his shoes, he jumped off the bed and ran to the door...
"Brother Xian, who are you giving medicine to?"
Si Zhui's voice came from outside the door, and Lan Wangji's soul finally came back. He quietly opened the door a crack, and saw Si Zhui and Jingyi drawing symbols beside the stone table. Wei Wuxian stood behind them, from time to time. Draw a few strokes on the paper, then squat down to look after a small stove in front of him. There was a medicine jar stewing on the small stove, and the heat was grunting, and the medicinal fragrance rushed into Lan Wangji's nose...
"What? You said Hanguang-kun..."
Jing Yi suddenly cried out. Just as Lan Wangji was waiting to hear the following, there was suddenly no sound. Lan Wangji looked over again. Wei Wuxian put his index finger on his lips and motioned for them to be quiet...
...
"Wei Ying, it's almost winter, why don't you wear more clothes when you come out, you see your hands are cold"
Lan Wangji put the cloak on Wei Wuxian, took his hand, put it on his lips, and rubbed it constantly, trying to warm his cold hands
"Hanguang-kun"
"Hanguang-kun... let's go first"
After Jingyi and Si Zhui saluted, they quickly retreated
Wei Wuxian was not in good health. If Hanguangjun knew that they came to Wei Wuxian in private to teach them to draw talismans, it would not be as simple as confiscating family rules
Wei Wuxian looked at the backs of the two, shook his head and smiled bitterly, squatted down, and continued to look at his small stove
"What is this?"
Lan Wangji asked questions, but his eyes glanced at the paper on the stone table. A very ordinary conversation, just a few words later, made Lan Wangji cry instantly
-- I'm making medicine for Lan Zhan.
This should have been written by Si when he asked who he was giving the medicine to
Lan Zhan vomited blood a few days ago. When he was asleep, I secretly took his pulse and found that his blood was surging and his pulse was chaotic, so I found a doctor to prescribe medicine for him... It's all my fault, he must be like this because of me, I made him so angry...
So he got up so early just to make medicine for himself?
A slender and thin figure appeared in Lan Wangji's mind: he settled down gently, made a fire, stewed medicine, and then guarded the small stove eagerly...
"Give... drink... drink medicine"
A bowl of black concoction appeared in front of his eyes
Lan Wang took the machine, looked up and drank it
Not bitter at all. Very sweet...