【Xiyao】Snow in Zhaocheng

The Lanling Jin Clan’s grand meeting of Qing talks was held as scheduled, and the pomp was still as graceful as before, but the person sitting on the white marble xumizuo seat was no longer an old friend.

Lan Xichen looked at Jin Ling who was sitting upright on the xumizuo seat with a straight face and sharp eyes, but what came to mind was Jin Guangyao's handsome and pleasing face with a smile on his face. He looked sideways at Song Yao who was sitting beside him , Startled for a while, then suddenly smiled.

The person who was supposed to sit at the top is nowhere else now, but beside him, in a position he can see at a glance, real existence, within reach.

That's all.

Sensing Lan Xichen's gaze, Song Yao turned her head away, slightly puzzled in her gaze.

Lan Xichen smiled, and was about to speak when a cold voice cut in.

"Zewu-jun, Hanguang-jun."

Lan Xichen looked for his reputation, and saw a young man in purple stopped three steps away, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and his eyes were serious, making his handsome face appear a little more stern.

It was Jiang Cheng who came.

Lan Xichen smiled and said, "Sect Master Jiang."

Jiang Cheng nodded slightly, and then, as Jin Ling expected, he pointed the finger at Wei Wuxian, who was swaying with Lan Wangji, who hadn't noticed his arrival at all, and said with a fake smile: "Wei Ying, it's been a long time No, you are still so impolite."

Wei Wuxian noticed him only now, but he didn't pay any attention to his words, and said with a smile, "Yeah, long time no see, you're still single."

"..."

Jiang Cheng's face became darker when he heard the words, his already sharp eyes almost shot ice stubble, his fingertips rubbed lightly on the purple electricity, it seemed that the purple electricity would be pulled out in the next second and Wei Wuxian would be beaten into a fairy.

In the end, he just snorted coldly and strode towards his seat with a murderous look on his back.

Wei WuXian felt very innocent, and asked Lan WangJi beside him, "Did I say something wrong?"

Lan Wangji: "No."

Wei Wuxian suddenly said, "That must be because he is too stingy."

Lan Wangji: "Yes."

So Wei Wuxian was satisfied.

Almost all the Patriarchs had arrived at the scene at this time, Lan Xichen looked around and found that only one person was missing.

Just as he was thinking this way, he heard a disciple from afar say: "Master Qinghe Nie, please enter here."

With a thought in Lan Xichen's mind, he saw Nie Huaisang walking forward wearing an extremely elegant black gilt-edged robe and holding a folding fan. The corners of his lips were pursed, and his usual gentle expression was on his face. When he saw Lan Xichen, the smile on his face became wider, and he happily called out, "Second Brother."

Lan Xichen's eyes sank, he still had a smile on his face, but his tone softened a little, and he replied, "Huai Sang."

Ever since that day at the Guanyin Temple, Lan Xichen has been suspicious of Nie Huaisang. What he did was too coincidental, but he concealed it very well. Lan Xichen couldn't catch the flaw, but he just believed in the golden light on that day intuitively. Yao never wanted to harm him, so she secretly became wary of Nie Huaisang, and she was no longer as close and caring as before.

Over the years Nie Huaisang seems to have grown up step by step, and now he has shown his edge little by little. When people mention him, he is no longer the idiot patriarch who knows nothing, but he has the demeanor of the master of the Qinghe Nie clan.

Nie Huaisang seemed unaware of Lan Xichen's estrangement, and every time he met, he showed full enthusiasm, and the smile on his face never diminished because of Lan Xichen's indifference. ? I heard that you brought a child with you some time ago, is this the one next to you?"

Lan Xichen was about to reply when Song Yao who was beside him said first, "Song Yao from the Lan clan of Gusu, I have met Sect Master Nie."

It was the first time I heard Song Yao introduce herself like this, with Gusu Lan's name on the front, which made Lan Xichen feel a little novel, and somehow ironed it out. He turned his head and saw Song Yao smiling, looking respectful He was polite, but he just looked carefully, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Nie Huaisang smiled back, looked carefully at Song Yao for a moment, and suddenly asked in confusion, "Why do you think Song Yao looks familiar? Have we met before?"

He looked naive, but his eyes were dim. Lan Xichen frowned and said, "He has never met people from the Taoist sect before, how could he have met you? He must have admitted a mistake."

Nie HuaiSang smiled nonchalantly, and said, "I was the one who was abrupt, second brother, don't blame me."

Lan Xichen shook his head, not wanting to say more, but Nie Huaisang suddenly asked, "Second brother brought him with me because he is also called A Yao?"

Lan Xichen's heart was shocked, and he looked over sharply in vain, but Nie Huaisang had already turned his head, as if he was not the one who spoke just now, and said with a smile: "The grand talk meeting is about to start, I won't bother second brother, I'll talk later." Then he shook the folding fan in his hand and walked away leisurely.

Lan Xichen's eyes darkened, and he became more vigilant towards Nie Huaisang, while Song Yao looked at Nie Huaisang's back as he walked away, but an uncontrollable hatred rose up in his heart like a raging wave, almost drowning him.

From the moment Nie Huaisang appeared, this hatred grew wildly from the bottom of his heart. There seemed to be a loose piece in his mind, and some broken fragments resurfaced in his mind one by one, and finally fixed at the place where he was pierced through the chest by a sword. screen.

He couldn't see clearly the man in white holding the sharp knife in the picture, but he felt vaguely familiar in his heart, but the face of the man behind the man in white gradually became clear, and that innocent face was smiling at him implicitly.

It's not who Nie Huaisang is.

At this time Nie Huaisang had returned to Qinghe Nie's seat and sat down. Song Yao stared at Nie Huaisang's smiling face, with a strong killing intent in her heart.

He already vaguely understood that he had forgotten some very important things, and these memories were being awakened bit by bit.

The fists in his sleeves were gradually clenched, he looked away without a trace, and casually picked up the teacup in front of him, the smile on his face remained unchanged.

He has long been used to disguising his emotions, no matter how much he hates in his heart, he can still smile easily.

He took a sip of his tea, but he heard Lan Xichen beside him suddenly say, "Ayao, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yao was taken aback, and turned her head to look in surprise, with some doubts in her eyes unconsciously.

Lan Xichen said, "Ayao, you are not happy."

Song Yao's heart trembled. He was good at hiding his emotions since he was a child. This was the first time that someone could see his true thoughts through his smiling mask.

He couldn't get back to his senses, Lan Xichen said again: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Yao shook his head. He still hadn't sorted out the complicated images in his mind, but the more he tried to think back, the more he felt a dull pain in his head. He pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Mr. Zewu, I want to go out and get some air."

Lan Xichen frowned, the grand talk had already begun, Song Yao was not considered an important person, so going out at this time was fine, but Lan Xichen couldn't.

He carefully looked at Song Yao's expression and saw that his expression was really bad, so he stroked his head and said softly, "Be careful, and report my name if you have anything to do."

Song Yao nodded, got up silently, and sneaked out while no one was paying attention.

He walked aimlessly for an unknown amount of time, and finally stopped in front of a large sea of ​​Venus snow.

Song Yao silently stared at the splendid sea of ​​flowers in front of her.

He didn't understand why such a memory that clearly never happened to him in the past ten years appeared in his mind, and he wanted to know who the man who pierced his chest with a sword in that memory was.

That faint sense of familiarity seemed to come out at any time... But no matter how hard he tried to think, the man's face was still blurred.

Song Yao held her forehead, only to feel a splitting headache and panic.

Suddenly a high-spirited voice came from next to my ear, and said loudly: "Hey, who are you? What are you doing here?"

Song Yao turned her head to the side, and saw a young man dressed in a golden star snow wave robe, with an immature face but an arrogance, looking at him with contempt.

He was still young, and was not allowed by the clan to participate in the grand meeting, so he was very depressed. Seeing Song Yao's eyes strangely at this time, although he could see that he was wearing the school uniform of the Gusu Lan family, he just thought it was someone Collateral children, so they don't pay attention at all.

Seeing that Song Yao was only looking sideways at him without speaking, the fire in his heart burned immediately, and he shouted, "I'm talking to you! Are you dumb?"

Song Yao has seen this kind of person a lot since she was a child, most likely because she was spoiled by her family and grew up with a lawless young master's temper. He has no fluctuations in his heart, and he doesn't want to spend too much time with this young man, so he turns around and wants to leave.

Seeing that he dared to ignore him, the young man was furious at the moment, and without any scruples, he drew out the sword around his waist and was about to stab Song Yao. Song Yao was about to dodge to hide, when Jin Ling shouted sharply: "Jin Hu, stop!" !"

Before he finished speaking, Jin Ling had already protected Song Yao behind him, looked at the young man named Jin Hu, and said in an incomparably stern tone, "Dare to draw a sword at his disciples during the grand meeting, how unbecoming of you! Are these the etiquette rules that father taught you all day long!"

For the first time, he showed the majesty of the master of a sect, and his harsh words were quite frightening. Jin Hulue shrank slightly, but he was still not convinced, and said with anger and unwillingness in his eyes: "But he—"

"Shut up and back off!"

Jin Ling didn't give him a chance to speak at all. Because of his age, Jin Hu's father was used to pointing fingers at the affairs of the clan, and the son he had brought up was also ignorant and arrogant. I don't want to say more, the voice is so cold that it can freeze to death.

In recent years, Jin Ling's methods of dealing with family affairs have become more and more severe. Jin Hu felt both fear and hatred for Jin Ling, and when Jin Ling choked on his drink, no matter how unwilling he was, he could only stare bitterly. He glanced at Song Yao, and left with resentment.

Song Yao bowed to Jin Ling and said, "Thank you, Sect Master Jin."

Wei Wuxian had been behind Jin Ling just now, and seeing Song Yao speak at this time, he couldn't help but hate iron and said: "The son of the dignified Gusu Lan family was chased and beaten by an outsider! Why didn't you fight back when he hit you? Avoid him What are you doing? It's serious to beat his mother until he doesn't know him."

He didn't feel ashamed at all in front of the patriarch that he wanted to beat up his son. Jin Ling coughed, Wei Wuxian turned to look at him, and said with a smile, "You think so too, right? Don't say it's wrong, you beat someone up." The skills are still taught by me."

Jin Ling silently closed his mouth, Song Yao was in a bad mood, at this moment, for some reason, seeing Wei Wuxian's sloppy appearance felt very annoying, so he said: "Mr. Wei, you are very good at fighting. ?”

Wei Wuxian raised his eyebrows, and said, "Is there even a need to ask?"

Song Yao asked again: "Compared to Lord Hanguang?"

Wei Wuxian rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and said shamelessly, "Of course I'm better."

Song Yao blinked, and asked very innocently: "But last time when I happened to pass by the quiet room, I heard Mr. Wei say, 'Hanguang Lord is mighty, Yiling Patriarch lost.' What's going on? "

Wei Wuxian: "........."

Song Yao asked naively: "Isn't Mr. Wei just exercising martial arts with Hanguang-jun?"

Wei Wuxian choked, and Jin Ling coughed violently from the sidelines, his expression was clearly serious, but his face was slightly red.

When Wei Wuxian saw this, the little shame left in his heart disappeared in an instant, and he joked outrightly: "That's the love between me and Hanguang-jun, what do you know? You guys from the Lanling Jin Sect really don't have any experience."

Jin Ling was silent, and said with some difficulty: "Wei Wuxian, you are really shameless."

Wei Wuxian shrugged, and said incredulously, "Did you just find out today?"

Song Yao curled up the corners of her lips, Jin Ling became angry from embarrassment, and Wei Wuxian burst out laughing.

"You guys are so happy, what are you talking about?"

The atmosphere was lively when Nie Huaisang's voice suddenly came from behind. Song Yao paused abruptly, and was about to turn her head when she heard a dog bark and was thrown to the ground by the fairy.

Before coming to the Lanling Jin Sect, Lan Xichen had told him not to show his hatred to others. These days he was able to keep his sword in the courtyard, but today there are so many people, he was worried about being spied on, so he took it with him. By his side, he was thinly covered with black silk and carried on his back.

At this time, the fairy threw Song Yao to the ground, and scratched the black silk with his claws. His claws were sharp, and he tore the black silk with a few strokes, revealing the sword inside.

The expressions of everyone present changed, Nie Huaisang's expression was gloomy, while Jin Ling's face was full of blankness and shock, he couldn't believe it.

"My uncle's sword...why is it here with you?!"

The author has something to say: There are a little more characters in this chapter. I don’t know if they collapsed or not?