[Forget Envy] Fate can't be said

Wei WuXian climbed up from the haystack, feeling refreshed all over his body, only after looking around did he realize that he had come to Wen Ning.

The vicious corpse is full of hostility, which will aggravate Wei Wuxian's resentment and restlessness, so Wen Ning must not be in the cave.

"Wen Ning." He yelled, and the whole cave echoed, but he couldn't hear an answer, which shows how far Wen Ning hid.

Get up to look for it, when you come to the entrance of the cave, put some scattered hay, will cover the yellow soil, spread it on the right side of the cave entrance, and then a trace of faint fragrance penetrates into the nostrils, it is the smell of sandalwood.

Outside the cave, Wen Ning was standing on a high slope looking down the mountain.He approached quietly, looked in the direction he was looking, slapped his shoulder fiercely, and said, "What are you looking at, so serious."

"Wei, Mr. Wei." Wen Ning hurriedly took a step in fright, blocking his sight.

Mr. Wei?

"Wen Ning, who... did you see just now?" Wei WuXian asked tactfully.

"No, no."

"He still said no, his eyes were flustered." Wei Wuxian folded his arms and watched, leaving Wen Ning to panic alone.

The eyes of a murderous corpse are empty, how come the eyes.

Wen Ning has not seen anyone for a long time, and has always called him "Young Master", but when someone else is present, he will add the surname before the son to distinguish him, so Wei Wuxian will feel that he just met someone and discussed himself, In order to make the instructions clear, he has been using "Mr. Wei", so when he saw him, he didn't change his words in a panic.

Wen Ning kept silent, as if he was determined.

"Oh, you have to use your brain to guess." Wei Wuxian squinted his eyes as he looked at the sun in the east.A place where the birds don't shit, the only one who can come to see him is Hanguang Jun Lan Wangji "Wen Ning, when did you get on line with Hanguang Jun?"

"I...Don't ask, my lord."

Don't ask, there must be a promise first.

"Wen Ning, there was also the Gusu Lan clan in the mass burial mounds, you are not afraid of him?" Wei Wuxian asked.

"Hanguang-jun is kind to the young master, Wen Ning is not afraid."

"How do you know if he treats me well?"

"Young master said it yesterday."

Wei Wuxian thought about it for a while, as if there was such a thing, and said, "Then what if I'm afraid you'll worry, why don't you just talk about it?"

Seeing that Wen Ning lowered his head again and closed his mouth tightly, he seemed to have a lot to say and hesitated to speak.

Wei WuXian didn't want to push too hard, so he said, "HanGuang-Jun is not stupid, unless he thinks I am stupid and can't see it."

He was talking about what happened yesterday, the side effects of empathy were huge, his consciousness was a little out of control, and he vaguely remembered it, especially when he was forced to stick to the wall by Lan Wangji, he was deeply impressed.Lan Wangji was so close at that time, he must have noticed that he had absorbed his resentment, and followed him up the mountain, very similar to Lan Wangji's style.

Only a fool would not be able to figure it out.

But Wen Ning had another meaning when he heard it, and said, "My lord knows?"

Wei WuXian's eyes hesitated for a moment, his face didn't blush and his heart skipped a beat, and he continued to formulate his words, "What can you hide from me?"

Seeing Wen Ning nodded, he thought to himself: The child is too stupid to believe anything.

"Did the young master agree?" Wen Ning asked cautiously.

promise?What to promise, Wei Wuxian wondered in his heart, what could he promise Lan Wangji.But after thinking about it again, Lan Wangji would not do anything that was not good for him, nor would he do anything out of the ordinary, so he nodded slowly.

After finishing speaking, Wen Ning suddenly laughed, he said he was laughing, but his stiff face was twisted a bit.Wei WuXian didn't know why, so he was amused by his expression and said, "What are you laughing at, it's uglier than crying."

"Happy for Young Master." Wen Ning took two steps forward and couldn't hide the joy in his heart.

Mr. Wei happy?Oh oh, now it's time to be happy.Wei Wuxian smirked, trying to hear something useful, but he didn't expect that the more he listened, the more he became confused, so he didn't dare to say a word, for fear of revealing his truth.

In fact, Wen Ning doesn't need to admit anything, the answer can be drawn from his reaction alone.Wei WuXian went down the mountain, all he wanted was to find Lan WangJi, thank him very much, and by the way, took the words from Wen Ning's mouth, and set Lan WangJi again.

After returning to the courtyard, the gate was closed tightly, Lan Sizhui stood at the gate, saw him coming back, silently stepped forward and saluted, "Senior Wei."

"Why is Xiao Sizhui'er standing guard again?" He was about to reach out to push the door, but was stopped by the little guy in front of him.

"HanGuang-Jun ordered no one to enter, if Senior Wei is tired, please rest next door first." Lan Sizhui said respectfully.

Wei WuXian looked at Xiao Sizhui, lost all interest in being funny in an instant, and asked seriously, "What's wrong with you, HanGuang-Jun?"

Lan Sizhui shook his head, and silently stood in front of the door, as if he was afraid that he would break in.

Heh, Wei Wuxian wondered, what happened in just one day, and why everyone seemed to be hesitant to talk to him?

"Xiao Sizhui, you can't beat me, and if I want to get in, you can't stop me." After speaking, seeing that he was still poking in place, he touched the back of his neck helplessly. , and continued: "Okay, okay, I'll go to the next door."

Speaking of which, Lan Sizhui shook his head and left without even finishing the salute.

Does Wei Wuxian still have to go through the main entrance if he wants to go in?

He went to the next room in a fair manner, closed the door heavily, quietly inserted the latch, looked around the whole room, found a window to avoid people's eyes, and slowly pushed it open.

After thinking about the composition of the room, I chose a door that I couldn't see while lying on the bed and pushed it, it was locked.

Wei, who was furious in an instant, didn't care about hiding, and stroked the windows one by one, but couldn't open them all.

Sitting on the stone steps, it suddenly occurred to him that these windows could not be pushed open, not because Lan Wangji dealt with him, but because of the spell he put on for safety when he moved in on the first day.

It was meant to deal with outsiders, but I didn't expect...

"Hey." Wei Wuxian sighed softly, how good his own spell is so that he knows that even if the wall is torn down, the windows won't open.

It seems that we can only go to the house to demolish the tiles.

It went up to the roof with little effort, and the tiles were stacked, and there was a "da da" sound when stepped on.Carefully move one by one, until it is about the size that you can jump down, and stretch your head down to look in the direction of the bed.

As expected, Lan Wangji was recuperating on the bed, his forehead was folded and placed beside the pillow, and there was a silver bell pressed on it, which was exactly the heart-warming bell of empathy.

Seeing the silver bell, Wei Wuxian couldn't wait to jump down to the ground, restrain his breath and go to the bedside, when he picked up the silver bell, he accidentally wiped his forehead, and was taken up together.

Put your forehead on your shoulders hastily, sit on the ground and look at the things in your hands. The silver bell is hollowed out, and the bell is hidden inside, which shakes loudly.If you look closely, there are two irregular scratches on the silver thread. They don't seem to be deliberately carved, but they seem to be worn poorly.

Turning the bell slowly, I found another place.It's just that this place looks familiar, he stroked the lines, and suddenly remembered that when he first came to Lianhuawu, he was playing with Jiang's disciples, slipped and fell from a tree, and accidentally bumped into the silver bell.

For a child, the silver bell is a treasure. After being knocked by the gravel, there is a flaw. Because of this, I am depressed and have no mood to eat. When the careful senior sister finds out, she is comforted and said, "Ah Xian's Qingxinling unique".At that time, I was young, so I figured it out after hearing this, and then I ate another supper, and went out to play happily again the next day.

Thinking of this, he read it again from beginning to end, and felt more familiar...

Could this silver bell be the one he lost?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was a big deal, and he would just ask Lan Wangji when he woke up.So he put the silver bell and Moe back together, and carefully checked Lan Wangji.

Even when he was asleep, he maintained an upright posture, with his hands folded on his chest, pressing against the side of the quilt.It looked like there was no trauma, and there was no smell of blood, but he fell into a deeper sleep.A person with profound spiritual energy suddenly falls asleep, it should be caused by excessive consumption of spiritual energy.It's just that Wei Wuxian couldn't figure out what made Lan Wangji look like this in just one day.

Gently stretched out two fingers, reaching to the wrist, it was exactly as he guessed.Putting his hands on his abdomen through the quilt, he whispered "offended" in his heart, and checked Jindan again, Jindan was fine, as long as he rested.

When I was about to withdraw my hand, I suddenly felt that the hand outside was a bit cold.I wanted to put it under the quilt, but I was afraid that the movement would be too big, so I didn't even think about putting my hand on it. Seeing the slender, white fingers overlapping each other one by one, I don't know what bewitched me, I poked my head over and let out a sigh of relief .

It was the first time to observe Lan Wangji at such a close distance, the faint sandalwood scent unique to his body penetrated into his nostrils, and his face burned for some reason.It is said that sandalwood can calm people down, but right now Wei WuXian blinked his eyes and felt that it was wrong, obviously smelling it made his heart beat faster, and he had a fever...

□□ Moderate fever?

Wei Wuxian immediately denied the words that slipped out of his heart, turned his head and covered his hands with all his heart, without distraction.But the sleeping face in Yu Guangzhong seemed to be very attractive, and he had to tilt his head again, trying to focus only on the hands in front of him.

The master of both hands wields a sword, and there is a thin callus on the palm.Turning the palm upwards, I found that the fingertips were rosy and hot. Compared with the fair fingers, they were already a little red and swollen, and there were faint bloodshots in the nails.

His fingertips were injured, Wei Wuxian didn't dare to move around, turned around and sat on the ground leaning against the bed, looking at Lan Wangji's sleeping face from time to time, the more he looked at it, the more strange he felt, he didn't know Lan Wangji at all, he didn't know what was in his heart What was he thinking, and he didn't know what happened to him, so much spiritual energy wasted.

After sitting on the ground for a while, I felt a little uncomfortable in my stomach. Thinking about it, I haven’t eaten for more than a day. I searched around the house, but there was nothing to eat except tea. I suddenly wondered where Lan Wangji changed from in the past. from.

Ever since he followed Lan Wangji, food and drink would be delivered when the time came.In just over a month, he couldn't find food himself.

Adhering to the spirit of eating and drinking, he groped under the pillow in front of the bed and found Lan Wangji's Qiankun bag, which at least contained dried loquats to satisfy his hunger.

While eating, he was a little curious, the silver bell was stored in the Qiankun bag, could there be anything else.The little finger hooked it, opened the bag, and felt that it was not a gentleman to rummage around, but after thinking about it, Lan Wangji said that he could look at everything, so he got up as a matter of course, took the dried loquat in his mouth, and carefully rummaged through it. up.

Inside were some herbs, changed clothes,..., a red hair band that was broken into two sections, Wei WuXian touched it on his head, thinking that he hadn't been beaten or killed recently, and he hadn't used it to break it again. Where did the article come from?

He rummaged through it again, and found a bamboo flute. The bamboo was cut with a sword, and it looked very careless.But the size of the flute hole is uniform, and the tone is very accurate at first glance.

Wei WuXian pointed at the sleeping man with the flute, and said plausibly in his heart: "You said you can't play it, I found out."

A little turning over is a huge gain, and the understanding of Hanguang-jun has been raised to a new level.Wei WuXian decided to make persistent efforts, and took out another piece of rice paper. It was warm to the touch, and the paper was soft. At first glance, it was top-grade. He silently sighed in his heart for Lan's exquisiteness.

The paper was folded twice and looked like a letter.

It’s okay to turn over things, but it’s not good to read letters.So Wei Wuxian put the letter back again, and suddenly found that there were many rice papers with the same touch in the same place, and couldn't help but take out a few more, all of which were folded in the same way. There were five or six in his hands alone, a rough number. Counting the Qiankun bags, there must be at least fifty or sixty.

Curiosity reached its peak for a while, and suddenly a voice in his heart told him to take it apart and have a look, didn't he not understand Lan Wangji?Do you understand after reading the letter?

"Damn it." He hesitated for a moment, but he still stuffed all the letters back, even the bamboo flute and silver bell, and put them back under Lan Wangji's pillow.

There was a burst of irritability in my heart, wishing to slap myself.Lan Wangji treats him as openly and honestly as a gentleman, but he takes advantage of other people's danger to spy on privacy.

While introspecting, a voice came from outside the door.

"How is Hanguang-jun?"

"Sleep, it's all right."

"Mr. Hanguang used his spiritual power to enter the tune to appease the grievances. The tune is both steady and urgent. There must be something strange in Xishan. We should pay more attention to it."

"Hanguang-jun's spiritual power is so profound, you and I need to practice more diligently."

Spiritual power enters the song...

Wei WuXian hid inside the door, listening to the conversation of the disciples outside, and suddenly knew why the bloodshot fingertips came from.

The Lan clan of Gusu has always practiced both piano and sword. Thinking about the pain of the Lan clan's piano repairer when they were besieging the mass graves, naturally their piano skills are not good.

It is conceivable that Lan Wangji's attainments are deeper.

A thread that came suddenly connected several scattered points in series, such as the sound of the piano in the dream last night, the red and swollen fingertips, and the weird Wen Ning.

He stood up slowly and opened the door, startling the disciples outside.

"Is that tune to appease grievances?" After finishing speaking, Wei WuXian took out his petition and went out of the courtyard to play it again.

Several disciples looked at him in amazement, and said, "How does Senior Wei know Gusu Lan's music?"

"I asked if you were."

"Yes, Mr. Hanguang played this piece for a whole day yesterday. With his spiritual power, the sound of the piano will spread far away. Senior Wei must have heard it too. However, please rest assured, Senior Wei, the disciples will definitely pay attention to it. Xishan."

Wei Wuxian staggered half a step flatly, if it wasn't for being supported by Lan Sizhui behind him, he almost fell to the ground.He thought that last night was the same as before, whenever the resentment in his body was churning, this song would appear in his dreams, and he would become familiar with it after listening to it too much, so that he would play it to himself when he was bored. When the sound is heard, I feel calm and calm, and it turns out that it is a piece of music to appease grievances.

And Wen Ning also knew that Lan Wangji was playing the piano for him. Because of the promise, even if he guessed that it was Lan Wangji, Wen Ning just said not to ask.

At that time, he thought that Lan Wangji might just come over to take a look at him, but he didn't expect that what he didn't want to ask was playing the piano.

In other words, neither Wen Ning nor Lan Wangji wanted to let him know about the song.

Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian hurriedly broke away from the support, and there was something in his heart that he couldn't help but want to ask.

When he ran back to the house, Lan Wangji had already stood up and sat by the bed, wearing a forehead on his forehead, just like Hanguang-Jun all along.

He closed the door, walked over steadily, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, just like Lan Wangji would do for him on weekdays.

Holding the teacup, the person sitting on the bed didn't answer it for a long time. He approached and held Lan Wangji's wrist, put the teacup on his palm, and said, "Wake up and drink some water."

His gaze locked on Lan Wangji from top to bottom, and every subtle movement was infinitely magnified. Just when Lan Wangji's fingertips were about to touch the teacup, he yelled "Stop".

Lan Wangji lowered his head and remained silent from beginning to end.But Wei Wuxian raised his jaw, as if planning to feed the water himself.

After half-pushing and half-drinking, Lan Wangji said, "What did you see when you empathized?"

empathy?

Wei Wuxian didn't want to talk about others right now, so he said, "Let's put Tianhe's affairs aside for now. I have a few questions I want to ask Hanguang-jun."

"Please say."

"Where did you go after I ran to the west mountain yesterday?" Wei Wuxian asked.

"West Mountain."

"What did you do?" Wei Wuxian asked.

"..."

Seeing that he didn't answer, Wei WuXian put his hands on the side of the bed and asked again: "What did you do?"

"... playing the piano."

"Why play the piano?" Wei Wuxian asked again.

"To save one person."

"Very good." Wei Wuxian smiled charmingly, and continued to ask, "Have you done the same thing to the same person before?"

"..." Lan Wangji's eyes panicked instantly, and he pushed away his restraint.

"Answer, could it be that Mr. Hanguang thinks that if he doesn't tell, he can hide it forever." Wei Wuxian looked into his shallow eyes and said.

"...Yes." Lan Wangji said without opening his eyes.

Wei Wuxian put away his playful gaze, and asked seriously and solemnly, "So you've been by my side all this time?"

"Didn't the Lan clan come to encircle and suppress me back then? How could Hanguang-jun play the piano for me?"

"If I hadn't remembered that song, how long would Hanguang-jun have kept it a secret?"

After asking many questions in a row, I already had an answer in my heart.

"You knew that the resentment in my body has not been eliminated." Wei Wuxian slapped his hands "No wonder, the majestic Hanguang-jun would agree to the marriage even when he knew it was me. Crooked ways will eventually be cured, Hanguang-jun's salvation His heart is so noble that he can even sacrifice himself."

After speaking, tears fell down suddenly, Wei Wuxian's heart ached, very painful.After knowing the truth, I feel worthless for Hanguang-jun.He had nothing for a long time, but in order to save him, Lan Wangji almost ruined the century-old reputation of the Lan family, and wanted to get married.

"Wei Ying."

When he was sad, he burst into tears, Wei Wuxian buried his face in his arms, so ashamed that he couldn't face it.He deliberately distorted Lan Wangji's good intentions, although he didn't want to say that, but he had to say it, even if it would hurt Lan Wangji's heart, he had to say it.Because he hoped that Lan Wangji would be disappointed in him, and stop worrying about his own bad things.

Anyone who gets entangled with him will end badly.

"Lan Zhan, last time you said that you would write a letter of divorce when I think it's okay, does that still count?" Wei Wuxian muffled.

Lan Wangji said: "Miss Jiang and Young Master Jin haven't..."

"I changed my mind, so does what Hanguang-Jun said still count?" Wei Wuxian asked.

"..."

Wei Wuxian discussed, "Don't worry, I will still fully cooperate with the night hunting. You just promise to write a divorce letter after you go back."

"..."

"If you don't say anything, it will be considered as agreeing." Wei WuXian wiped his face, he didn't cry for a long time, his eyes and the tip of his nose were red, making people feel wronged.

Lan Wangji took out the Qiankun bag in front of him, and took out a piece of paper from it. It was the high-grade rice paper he saw when he was rummaging just now.

Wei Wuxian took it with one hand, opened it, and saw two words "resignation letter".The tears in the corners of the eyes were still wet, and another cluster flowed in an instant.

He didn't read a single word below, folded it and put it in his arms, bowed his hands and saluted, as if thanking him.

After the ceremony was over, he didn't dare to look anyone in the eye, he just said: "You rest, I'll go to the next door, call me if you need something."