After summoning Wen Ning, Wei Wuxian was slightly confused. It was inevitable that he would not be able to see in all directions and listen in all directions. If Lan Wangji did not 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 at the beginning and had followed him all the way, this scene would have been even more embarrassing.

It was really embarrassing to keep silent about Wen Ning in front of him, and then come out to call him as soon as he fell asleep. He was so 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 show his displeasure so obviously, so he felt that he must explain first to ease the atmosphere.

Said: "Ahem, Mr. 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. Wei Wuxian saw him charging towards Wen Ning with his sword, thinking that he was going to kill Wen Ning, so his thoughts suddenly changed: "What?

Oops. Could it be that Lan Zhan is really pretending to be drunk just to wait for me to come out to summon Wen Ning and then kill him. That’s right, no one really knows how to pour a bowl of wine."

He said: "Hanguang-Jun, listen to me..."

With a "pop" sound, Lan Wangji slapped Wen Ning.

Although the slap sounded loud, it had no actual lethality. Wen Ning received the blow, but staggered back several steps, swayed, stabilized his body, and continued to stand, with a blank expression on his face.

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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. Dafan Mountain was besieged that night, and they didn't even stab him with their swords, so he knocked them all away.

He even grabbed his neck and lifted it up. 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, as if he didn't dare to resist.

Wei Wuxian was a little surprised, but he was even more relieved. If Wen Ning fought back, it would be even harder for them to mediate in a 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, turned around, walked back, and stood next to Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian stared at him carefully.

There was nothing unusual about Lan Wangji's face and expression. He was even more serious, more serious, and more impeccable than usual. He wore his forehead and hair very upright, his face was not red, he was not out of breath, he walked with wind, and his feet were steady.

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 worn backwards.

Before he came out, he helped Lan Wangji take off his boots and threw them beside the bed. But now, Lan Wangji's left boot was worn on his right foot, and his right boot was worn on his left foot.

Hanguang Jun, 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 left and one right, and seriously held his two fingers.

"Pa", Bichen Sword was dropped 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, clenching his two fists attentively. Wei Wuxian watched silently

Looking at him, he looked up at the moon in the cold night wind.

Most people would fall asleep after getting drunk, but Lan Wangji would fall asleep and get drunk again. Moreover, when he was drunk, he looked no different from usual, making it difficult for people to judge.

In the past, Wei Wuxian had countless drinking friends, and he had seen all kinds of weird and ugly behaviors when people were drunk. Some were crying, some were giggling, some were going crazy, some were standing up in the street, some were begging for death, and some were moaning.

Why don’t you want me anymore?” This was the first time I saw Lan Wangji being so calm and upright, but his behavior was extremely weird.

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."

We 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 passed by this place, they would definitely believe that this was two close friends chatting at night and admire them.

Such an elegant act.

Behind him, Wen Ning silently followed. Wei Wuxian was about to speak to him when Lan Wangji turned around suddenly and slapped him angrily again. This time, it hit Wen Ning on the head.

Wen Ning's head was tilted and lowered even lower. His facial muscles were obviously stiff and there was no expression. The whites of his eyes didn't matter what kind of expression he was looking at, but he looked very aggrieved. Wei Wuxian

Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he grabbed Lan Wangji's arm and said, "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 do the opposite of a drunk person, so he hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, it's up to you, just go away." As he said that, he pulled out the bamboo flute, but he hadn't put it to his lips yet.

, Lan Wangji grabbed it again and said, "Don't blow it to him."

Wei Wuxian teased, "Why are you so domineering?"

Lan Wangji repeated unhappily: "Don't blow it to him!"

Wei Wuxian found out. 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, Lan Wangji doesn't think much of it.

She was accustomed to evil arts, so she probably didn't like him controlling Wen Ning with the sound of the flute, so she felt him along his fur and said, "Okay. I'll just play it for you, okay?"

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 turned around slowly, shuffling, clanging, 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 a normal tone. Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Lan Wangji suddenly reached out and hugged him

His shoulders were pulled 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 was beating vigorously, thump, thump, thump, a little too fast. Wei Wuxian raised his head and understood: "You can't tell by looking at the face, you have to listen to the heartbeat.

Only then can you make a judgment?"

Lan Wangji said honestly: "Yeah."

Wei Wuxian burst into laughter.

Is Lan Wangji so thick-skinned that his blush can’t 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 being a bit bad. How is it possible?

He drove Lan Wangji back to the inn. After entering the room, he 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 boots.

After wiping his forehead, he brought in a basin of hot water and a cloth towel, wrung it out and folded it into a square towel, then wiped it gently on his face.

During this process, Lan Wangji showed no resistance and obediently allowed him to round and flatten him. Except for squinting when the cloth was rubbed near his eyes, he kept staring at him without blinking. Wei Wuxian was feeling sick in his stomach.

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 reply, Wei Wuxian threw the cloth 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, Lan Wangji was holding the basin and had already buried his face in it.

Wei Wuxian was horrified and quickly grabbed the water basin and moved it away: "I'm not asking you to drink the water in this!"

Lan Wangji raised his head with an indifferent expression, and drops of transparent water fell from his chin, soaking his front. Wei Wuxian looked at him, feeling a lot in his heart, and it was hard to explain in words: "...Did he drink or not?

?Lan Zhan had better not remember anything after he sobers 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 one 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."
To be continued...