After summoning Wen Ning, Wei Wuxian was slightly confused. It was inevitable that he could not see in all directions and listen in all directions. If Lan Wangji didn't want others to notice his arrival, it would be easy for him. So when he turned around, he saw that person under the moonlight. Zhang Yue's face was as cold as frost, his heartbeat suddenly stopped, and he was slightly startled.
He didn't know how long Lan Wangji had been here, and whether he had listened to everything he did and said. If he hadn't been drunk in the first place and followed him all the way, this scene would have been even more embarrassing. It was really embarrassing to keep quiet about Wen Ning in front of him, and then come out to call him as soon as he fell asleep. He was sneaky and sneaky.
Lan Wangji crossed his arms and leaned on Bichen Sword in his arms, his expression extremely cold. Wei Wuxian had never seen him display his displeasure so obviously, so he felt that he had to explain first to ease the atmosphere, and said, "Ahem, Lord Hanguang."
Lan Wangji didn't respond.
Wei Wuxian stood in front of Wen Ning, staring face to face with Lan Wangji, and touched his chin. For some reason, he felt a strong guilty conscience.
Finally, Lan Wangji put down the hand holding Bichen and took two steps forward. When Wei Wuxian saw him charging towards Wen Ning with his sword, thinking that he was going to kill Wen Ning, his thoughts suddenly changed: "It's worse. Could it be that Lan Zhan was really pretending to be drunk just to wait for me to come out and summon Wen Ning before killing him?" He chopped it off. That's right, no one really knows how to pour it all in one bowl."
He said: "Hanguang-Jun, listen to me..."
With a "pop" sound, Lan Wangji slapped Wen Ning.
Although this palm sounds very loud, it has no actual lethality. Wen Ning was hit, but he staggered back a few steps, swayed, steadied himself, and continued to stand, a look of confusion on his face.
Although Wen Ning's current state was not as irritable and irritable as when he was mad in the past, his temper was not much better. Dafanshan was besieged that night. They didn't even stab him with their swords, but he knocked them all away and even lifted them up by their necks. If Wei Wuxian didn't stop him, he would definitely strangle everyone present to death one by one. But now Lan Wangji slapped him, but he still lowered his head, looking like he didn't dare to resist. Wei Wuxian was a little surprised, but even more relieved. If Wen Ning fights back, it will be even harder for them to mediate when they fight.
At this time, Lan Wangji seemed to think that this slap was not enough to express his anger, so he pushed Wen Ning again, pushing him a few feet away.
He said to Wen Ning very unhappily: "Go away."
Wei Wuxian finally noticed something was wrong.
Lan Wangji's two palms, whether in behavior or words, are very... childish.
After pushing Wen Ning far enough away, Lan Wangji seemed finally satisfied. He turned around, walked back, and stood next to Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian stared at him carefully.
There was nothing strange about Lan Wangji's face and expression. Even more serious, more serious, and more impeccable than usual. The forehead wipes are worn very upright, the face is not red, the breath is not breathless, the wind is flowing when walking, and the soles of the feet are stable. It seems that he is still the upright, calm and self-possessed Hanguang Jun from the immortal sect.
But when he lowered his head, he discovered that Lan Wangji's boots were on backwards.
Before he came out, he helped Lan Wangji take off his boots and threw them beside the bed. Now, Lan Wangji's left boot was worn on his right foot, and his right boot was worn on his left foot.
Mr. Hanguang, who comes from a well-known family and attaches great importance to manners and etiquette, would never go out to see people dressed like this.
Wei Wuxian asked tentatively: "Hanguang-Jun, what is this?"
He made a one-two gesture. Lan Wangji didn't answer, but solemnly stretched out his hands, one to the left and the other to the right, and seriously held his two fingers.
"Pa", Bichen Sword fell to the ground by its owner.
Wei Wuxian: "…"
This is definitely not the normal Lan Zhan!
Wei Wuxian said, "Hanguang-Jun, are you drunk?"
Lan Wangji said: "No."
Drunk people will never admit that they are drunk. Wei Wuxian withdrew his fingers, but Lan Wangji still held his fingers, concentrating on making two fists. Wei Wuxian looked at him speechlessly, looking up at the moon in the cold night wind.
People tend to get drunk before going to bed, but Lan Wangji always goes to bed before getting drunk. And when he was drunk, he looked no different than usual, making it difficult to judge.
In the past, Wei Wuxian had countless drinking friends, and he had seen people behave in all kinds of weird and ugly ways when they were drunk. Some were crying loudly, some were giggling, some were acting crazy, some were standing up in the street, some were begging for death, and some were whining "Why don't you want me anymore?" This was the first time I saw Lan Wangji so unhappy. He is not noisy, looks upright, but behaves extremely strangely.
He twitched the corner of his mouth, suppressed a smile, picked up Bichen that was thrown on the ground, carried it on his back, and said, "Okay, come back with me."
You can't let Lan Wangji run around like this. God knows what else he will do.
Fortunately, Lan Wangji seemed to be easy to talk to after he was drunk. He nodded gracefully and walked away with him. If someone passes by this place, they will definitely believe that this is two close friends chatting at night, and admire such an elegant move.
Behind him, Wen Ning followed silently. Just as Wei Wuxian was about to speak to him, Lan Wangji suddenly turned around and slapped him with anger again. This time, Wen Ning was photographed on the head.
Wen Ning's head was tilted and lowered even further. His facial muscles were obviously stiff and there was no expression. The whites of his eyes didn't matter what the look was, but he looked very aggrieved. Wei Wuxian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and grabbed Lan Wangji's arm: "Why did you hit him!"
Lan Wangji said to Wen Ning in a threatening tone that he would never use when he was sober: "Go away!"
Wei Wuxian knew that he couldn't go against a drunk person, so he hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, I'll do it, just go away." He pulled out his bamboo flute. But before he could bring the flute to his lips, Lan Wangji snatched it away and said, "Don't play it to him."
Wei Wuxian teased, "Why are you so domineering?"
Lan Wangji repeated unhappily: "Don't blow it to him!"
Wei Wuxian discovered it. Drunk people often have a lot to say, but Lan Wangji usually doesn't like to talk much, so after he drinks too much, he will keep repeating the same sentence. He thought to himself that Lan Wangji didn't like sorcery, so he probably didn't like him controlling Wen Ning with the sound of the flute, so he felt him along his fur and said, "Okay. I'll just play it for you, okay?" ah."
Lan Wangji said "Yes" with satisfaction, but he played with the flute in his hand and refused to return it to him.
Wei Wuxian had no choice but to blow the whistle twice and said to Wen Ning, "It's better to hide it well so that no one will find out."
Wen Ning seemed to want to follow him, but after receiving the order, he was afraid of being slapped a few more times by Lan Wangji, so he slowly turned around, shuffled and jingled, and walked away somewhat dejectedly.
Wei Wuxian said to Lan Wangji, "Lan Zhan, why don't you blush even when you're drunk?"
Because Lan Wangji looked so normal, even more normal than Wei Wuxian, he couldn't help but talk to him in the same tone as a normal person. Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Lan Wangji suddenly stretched out his hand, put his arm around his shoulders, and pulled him into his arms.
Caught off guard, Wei Wuxian was pulled and slammed into his chest.
Just as he was fainting, Lan Wangji's voice came from above: "Listen to the heartbeat."
"What?"
Lan Wangji said: "You can't see the face, just listen to the heartbeat."
As he spoke, his chest vibrated with the bass, and his heart continued to beat vigorously, thump, thump, thump, a little too fast. Wei Wuxian raised his head and understood: "You can't tell by looking at your face, but you have to listen to your heartbeat to tell?"
Lan Wangji said honestly: "Yeah."
Wei Wuxian laughed.
Is Lan Wangji so thick-skinned that his blush can't even show through? It doesn't look like it!
After being drunk, Lan Wangji turned out to be so honest, and his actions and words were much more unrestrained than usual!
It's rare to see such an honest and frank Lan Wangji teach Wei Wuxian to treat each other with courtesy without doing anything bad. How is that possible?
He drove Lan Wangji back to the inn. After entering the room, I pushed him onto the bed and took off his boots that were worn inside out. Considering that he probably couldn't wipe his face by himself, he took off Lan Wangji's forehead, brought a basin of hot water and a cloth in, wrung it out and folded it into a square towel, and wiped it gently on his face.
During this process, Lan Wangji didn't resist at all and just let him round and flatten him. Except for squinting when the cloth was wiped near her eyes, she kept staring at him without blinking her eyelids. Wei Wuxian was harboring all kinds of bad ideas. Seeing his clear eyes, he couldn't help but scratch Lan Wangji's chin and said with a smile, "What are you looking at me for? Does it look good?"
Just as he finished wiping, before Lan Wangji could answer, Wei Wuxian threw the towel into the basin and said, "Now that you've washed your face, do you want to drink some water first?"
There was no movement behind him. When he looked back, he saw Lan Wangji holding the basin and burying his face in it.
Wei Wuxian was horrified and quickly grabbed the basin and moved it away: "I'm not asking you to drink the water in this!"
Lan Wangji raised his head with a calm expression, and drops of transparent water fell from his chin, soaking his front. Wei Wuxian looked at him, feeling so many things in his heart that he couldn't express them in words: "...Did he drink or not? Lan Zhan had better not remember anything after he wakes up, otherwise he will be shameless in seeing others in his life."
Wei Wuxian used his sleeve to wipe off the water drops on his chin, put his arm around his shoulders, and said, "Hanguang-Jun, are you going to do whatever I say now?"
Lan Wangji said: "Yeah."
Wei Wuxian: "What do you answer when I ask you a question?"
Lan Wangji: "Yeah."
Wei Wuxian put one knee on the bed, raised a corner of his mouth, and said, "Okay. Let me ask you, have you ever secretly drank the emperor's smile hidden in your room?"
Lan Wangji: "No."
Wei Wuxian: "Do you like rabbits?"
Lan Wangji: "Happy."
Wei Wuxian: "Have you ever broken any rules?"
Lan Wangji: "Yes."
Wei Wuxian: "Have you ever liked anyone?"
Lan Wangji: "Yes."
Wei Wuxian kept his questions to a minimum, not really taking advantage of Lan Wangji's privacy, but just to confirm whether he really answered the questions. He continued to ask: "How is Jiang Cheng?"
Frowning: "Humph."
Wei Wuxian: "How about Wen Ning."
Cold: "Huh."
Wei Wuxian smiled and pointed at himself: "How about this?"
Lan Wangji: "Mine."
"..."
Lan Wangji stared at him and said clearly and clearly, "Mine."
Wei Wuxian suddenly understood.
He took off Bichen and thought to himself: "I pointed at myself just now. Lan Zhan must have understood the 'this' I said as the Bichen I was carrying."
Thinking of this, he got out of bed and walked around the room from left to right, east to west with Bichen in hand. Sure enough, wherever he went, Lan Wangji's eyes followed him closely. Extremely frank, extremely frank, extremely straightforward, extremely naked.
Wei Wuxian was forced to lose his footing by the almost passionate look in his eyes. He raised Bichen to Lan Wangji's eyes: "Do you want it?"
Lan Wangji said, "I want it."
As if this was not enough to prove his desire, Lan Wangji grabbed the hand holding Bichen, looked directly at him with his light eyes, took a breath, and repeated forcefully: "... I want to want."
Wei Wuxian knew clearly that he was completely drunk and knew that these words were not meant for him, but he was still struck by these two words and his arms and legs became weak for a while.
He thought to himself: "Lan Zhan is really... If he is so sincere and enthusiastic towards a girl, what a terrible man he would be!"
After calming down, Wei Wuxian said, "How did you recognize me? Why did you help me?"
Lan Wangji opened his lips softly, and Wei Wuxian leaned closer to hear his answer. Unexpectedly, Lan Wangji suddenly turned against him, raised his hand and pushed Wei Wuxian down on the bed.
The candle flame was extinguished with a wave of his hand, and Bichen was thrown to the ground by his owner.
Wei Wuxian was so pushed that stars appeared in his eyes, and he thought he was sober, so he said, "Lan Zhan?!"
A familiar place on the back of his waist was tapped, and he felt like he did on the first night in the Cloud Recesses, with his whole body sore and numb and unable to move. Lan Wangji withdrew his hand, lay down beside him, covered the two of them with quilts, carefully tucked Wei Wuxian's quilt corners in, and said, "Hai Shi is here. Rest."
It turns out that the terrible routine of the Lan family is causing trouble.
Wei Wuxian was interrupted in the interrogation. He looked at the top of the bed and said, "Can't we have a rest and chat at the same time?"
Lan Wangji said, "No."
...Forget it, there is always a chance to get Lan Wangji drunk again, and sooner or later he will ask.
Wei Wuxian said, "Lan Zhan, please untie me. I booked two rooms, so we don't have to squeeze into one bed."
After being still for a moment, Lan Wangji stretched out his hand, groped under the quilt for a while, and slowly began to untie his clothes. Wei Wuxian shouted: "Okay! Okay! This is not the solution!!! Hmm!!! Okay! I lie down, I sleep!!!"
In the darkness, there was deathly silence.
After being silent for a while, Wei Wuxian said again: "I finally understand why your family has banned alcohol. One bowl and the wine is of poor quality. If the Lan family is like you when they get drunk, they should be banned. Whoever drinks will be beaten."
Lan Wangji closed his eyes and raised his hand to cover his mouth.
He said: "Shh."
Wei Wuxian's breath was stuck in his chest and between his lips and teeth. He couldn't lift it up or press it down.
It seemed that since he came back, every time he tried to tease Lan Wangji like before, he ended up doing it himself.
Shouldn't it? ! What went wrong? !