【Xiyao】Snow in Zhaocheng

Later, Lan Xichen started the heat.

After all, people in the Taoist sect are just flesh and blood. Lan Xichen lost too much blood, coupled with the root cause of the serious injury in the early years, this time the fever came urgently and fiercely, and the skin that was cold just now was scalding hot .

Jin Guangyao twisted the veil and put it on his forehead, his complexion was a bit ugly.

Although he had a high fever, Lan Xichen's mind was still clear. Seeing Jin Guangyao busy with his face with a cold face, he couldn't help but smiled and said, "It's nothing serious..."

Before he finished speaking, Jin Guangyao interrupted him coldly: "Shut up."

Before Lan Xichen could respond, Jin Guangyao was startled.

He suddenly realized that he was angry.

Different from the anger when he learned that his body was taken away by Nie Huaisang, this kind of anger had nowhere to vent, it was stuffed in his heart, which made Jin Guangyao's heart ache.

He was so angry that he showed his emotions to such an extent.

Even when he heard his father's contemptuous evaluation of him with his own ears, Jin Guangyao always smiled.

But at this moment, he couldn't put on a smiling face.

He was angry that Lan Xichen allowed Nie Huaisang to stab him, angry that Lan Xichen took all the responsibility on his body, angry that Lan Xichen didn't care about his own body - that was obviously because he didn't want to hurt even a single bit in his previous life until his death cents people.

Jin Guangyao pursed his lips, and said stiffly for a while: "I made the mistake, why do you help the evildoers and ruin your own body?"

Jin Guangyao thought that Lan Xichen would bring up all kinds of great principles, but unexpectedly Lan Xichen just lowered his head slightly and said, "I don't want to see you get hurt."

Jin Guangyao suddenly looked down and saw Lan Xichen's eyes were clear, so he couldn't help but close his eyes.

Even knowing that Lan Xichen's words were not mixed with any special emotion, Jin Guangyao still felt his heart tremble.

Just like Lan Xichen's tenderness and meticulousness, it actually gives people the illusion of being lingering.

Jin Guangyao turned his head, skipped this sentence in a bit of embarrassment, and asked in a cover-up manner, "How do you know that Nie Huaisang did those things?"

Ben was just asking casually, but Lan Xichen didn't expect Lan Xichen to say, "I don't know."

Jin GuangYao looked at him in surprise, and saw Lan XiChen looking over with a smile, and there was a trace of slyness in his eyes: "I just suspected that those words in front of the coffin were just deceiving him."

For a moment, Jin Guangyao didn't know what expression to show.

He is as elegant and dignified as Mr. Zewu, who ever did such a shady trick.

It wasn't until this moment that Jin Guangyao suddenly realized that after reliving his life, Jin Guangyao was no longer that Jin Guangyao, and Lan Xichen was no longer that Lan Xichen.

Jin Guangyao, who used to be the supreme power, hesitated because of selfishness, and Lan Xichen, who was kind and honest, also learned to cheat...

They have all changed too much.

Jin Guangyao felt complicated, and slightly mocked himself: "Should I thank you for believing in me?"

Lan Xichen said, "You didn't do it in the first place, thank me for what I did."

——It wasn’t you who did it, thank you for what I did.

Lan Xichen also said the same thing when Nie Huaisang was assassinated at the grand talk.

Jin Guangyao didn't know what kind of courage Lan Xichen had to choose to believe even after he deceived him repeatedly.

Obviously he is the one who should be suspected the most.

Compared with the sword in the chest, Lan Xichen's desperate trust made Jin Guangyao even more at a loss.

He changed the veil on Lan Xichen's forehead in silence, and leaned forward to test the temperature on Lan Xichen's forehead.

His hands were already soaked in cold water, so he was lucky enough to touch Lan Xichen's forehead. Feeling Lan Xichen's eyes widen slightly, Jin Guangyao couldn't help but smile.

He closed his eyes and felt it for a while, then slowly backed away, and said softly: "The temperature has dropped a bit."

Jin Guangyao paused, and said, "Go to sleep quickly."

Lan Xichen was dumbfounded, and nodded for a while.

Some people have no dreams all night, some people can't sleep all night.

When Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao saw Nie Huaisang the next day, Nie Huaisang was much more haggard than Lan Xichen, who was seriously injured.

His gaze first fell on Lan Xichen's abdomen, his lips muttered for a while, he hesitated to speak, his eyes drifted away.

He seemed to have something unspeakable, hesitated for a while, and finally left without saying anything.

Lan Xichen's face remained normal. Without sufficient evidence, he was not going to make what happened last night public, but was secretly on guard.

Nie Mingjue had already been sealed, and the Taoists came after hearing the news. The coffin sealing ceremony was bound to take place, and Lan Xichen was worried that there would be some changes at that time.

However, for the next few days, Nie HuaiSang was very obedient, even a little evasive towards Lan XiChen, as if he had no face to face him.

One hundred schools of Taoism arrived at the barren mountain one after another, all kinds of things were fully prepared, and on the day of the coffin sealing ceremony, the barren mountain was unexpectedly lively and prosperous.

During the entire ceremony, Lan Xichen was always on guard against Nie Huaisang's every move, but Nie Huaisang didn't do anything out of the ordinary, and stayed within everyone's sightlines throughout the whole process. Behind him, no one left.

Lan Xichen breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to take it lightly. After the grand ceremony, before everyone set up a banquet, he asked people to test all the dishes for poison before serving them to the table for everyone to eat.

During the dinner, Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao were talking in a low voice, when suddenly a shadow cast down in front of them, Lan Xichen looked up, and it was Nie Huaisang who was holding the wine glass.

Nie Huaisang pursed his lips tightly, looked at Lan Xichen's abdomen that had been stabbed earlier, his knuckles turned white with the hand holding the wine glass, and asked complicatedly for a while, "Second brother...do you still feel pain?"

After saying this, Nie Huaisang lowered his head slightly, like a child who has done something wrong, vaguely still the Second Young Master Nie who admired Lan Xichen back then.

Lan Xichen was startled, and suddenly an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

When Nie Mingjue died, the most innocent person was Nie Huaisang.

He could have been a flirtatious young man who turned a deaf ear to foreign affairs, but he lost his elder brother overnight, and was forced to support the glory of the Qinghe Nie family by doing what he hated the most.

He used to live a leisurely life, but suddenly he had to endure the skinny growth like the joints of bamboo shoots. He was a simple and straightforward person, but he was forced to take every step of the way.

Nie Huaisang is actually the person who should be hated the most.

Lan Xichen felt guilty towards him, so he was extra tolerant, and even allowed Nie Huaisang to hurt him as if venting his anger.

Because Lan Xichen felt that he deserved it.

Lan Xichen turned his eyes slightly, stared at Nie Huaisang, and replied softly, "No problem."

After getting Lan Xichen's answer, Nie HuaiSang seemed to be relieved, gave a shy smile, raised the wine glass in his hand, and said, "This glass of wine is considered as an apology. Second brother is injured and can't drink. If you are willing Forgive me...can you replace the wine with tea and take a sip?"

Lan Xichen paused, picked up the teacup in front of him, brushed the cup with his wide sleeve inadvertently, and quietly tried the poison.

There was no problem with the tea, Lan Xichen raised his glass, Jin Guangyao stopped him, Lan Xichen shook his head at him.

Lan Xichen picked up the cup and took a sip, looked at Nie Huaisang, Nie Huaisang heaved a sigh of relief, a relaxed smile gradually appeared on his face.

Lan Xichen didn't say anything more, and Nie Huaisang couldn't stay longer, so he went back to his seat and finished quietly.

Jin Guangyao's eyes dimmed, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

Everything was carried out step by step, some of the Taoist sects surrounded the several suzerains talking and laughing happily, and some sat aside pretending to be noble, and they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

When the banquet was drawing to a close, someone suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone looked up one after another, and saw that the monk who exclaimed was pale, sweating profusely, and fell headfirst on the table, struggled weakly, and then stopped moving.

When the people beside him wanted to get up to check, they suddenly found that they were weak all over, with sweat dripping from their foreheads, and they all fell back exhausted.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and when there was nothing wrong with panic, Nie Huaisang stood up.

Lan Xichen supported the table in front of him, looked at Nie Huaisang with a cold expression, and said, "What do you want to do?"

"Don't do anything." Nie HuaiSang lowered his head and smiled, looked at Jin Guangyao at the side, and said, "I want him to die."

As soon as the words fell, there was suddenly a large number of chaotic and heavy footsteps in the distance.

Everyone listened attentively at first, then their faces changed suddenly.

That was the sound of a large number of walking corpses approaching.

Nie Huaisang actually wanted to repeat what Jin Guangyao did back then, besiege hundreds of immortal families, take the opportunity to eliminate dissidents, and put Jin Guangyao to death.

Lan Xichen couldn't believe it: "Are you crazy?"

"I'm crazy." Nie HuaiSang said, "As long as I can kill him, what else does it matter?"

The group of walking corpses gradually approached, and dense black shadows poured in from a distance like covering the sky and covering the sky. Some people cursed angrily, while others begged for mercy in panic.

A gleam of joy flashed in Nie Huaisang's eyes, he leaned closer to Lan Xichen, and said with a smile, "Second brother... If you promise not to protect Jin Guangyao anymore, I'll let them go, how about it?"

Lan Xichen said, "Okay."

Unexpectedly, Lan Xichen agreed so simply, Nie Huaisang was taken aback, and the next moment the situation changed suddenly, Lan Xichen's sword was already on his neck.

At the same moment, the disciples of the Lan family drew their swords and stood up, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian also got up Shi Shiran, and looked at Nie Huaisang coldly.

Nie HuaiSang's eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't believe it: "How is it possible, I'm clearly on the edge of the cup..."

Lan Xichen didn't speak, he didn't drink that cup of tea at all, and he had already ordered everyone in the Lan family not to touch any food during the ceremony, and it was this moment that he was on guard against.

Without waiting for Lan Xichen's order, the disciples of the Lan family spontaneously circled around the crowd. The walking corpses seemed to be under the control of Nie HuaiSang.

With a sullen face, Lan Xichen approached the tip of the sword a few inches closer, and Shuoyue, who had cut the iron like mud, instantly left a bloodstain on Nie Huaisang's neck.

Lan Xichen held the sword in one hand and searched Nie Huaisang's sleeve with the other.

Then, from Nie Huaisang's sleeve, he took out a Yinhu Talisman.

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ps I am in military training recently, and I am exhausted every day, so the update will be slower, bow down