After summoning Wen Ning, Wei Wuxian was slightly confused and could not help but be unable to see all directions. If Lan Wangji did not want to be noticed by others, it would be easy. So when he turned around, he saw the increasingly cold face under the moonlight, his heart beat instantly and was slightly shocked.

He didn't know how long Lan Wangji had been here, and whether he had listened to what he did and what he said. If he hadn't been drunk at the beginning and followed him all the way, the scene would have become more and more awkward. He kept silent in front of him and waited for the other person to come out to summon as soon as he fell asleep, sneaking in and sneaking in. It was really embarrassing.

Lan Wangji held his hand and leaned in his arms, with a cold expression. Wei Wuxian had never seen him make his unhappy expression so obvious, and felt that he must first explain and ease the atmosphere, and said, "Cough, Han Guangjun."

Lan Wangji should not.

Wei Wuxian stood in front of Wen Ning, stared at Lan Wangji face to face, touched his chin, and for some reason, he felt a strong guilt.

Finally, Lan Wangji put down his hand holding the dust-proof and walked forward two steps. Wei Wuxian saw him rushing towards Wen Ning with his sword, thinking that he was going to kill Wen Ning, and his thoughts turned sharply: "It's bad. Did Lan Zhan really pretend to be drunk just to wait for me to come out and summon Wen Ning to kill him. Yes, no one can really pour a bowl of it."

He said, "Han Guangjun, listen to me..."

With a "bang", Lan Wangji slapped Wen Ning with a palm.

Although this palm sounded very loud, it had no actual lethality. Wen Ning was hit by it, but just staggered back several steps, shook it, stabilized his body, and continued to stand, with a daze on his face.

Although Wen Ning's condition is not as irritable as he was when he was crazy, his temper is not much better. Dafan Mountain was besieged that night, and the sword didn't poke him, he lifted all the opponent away and raised his neck. If Wei Wuxian didn't stop him, he would definitely strangle all the people present to death. But now Lan Wangji slapped him, but he still lowered his head and looked like he was afraid to resist. Wei Wuxian felt a little strange, but he breathed even more relieved. If Wen Ning fought back, it would be even more difficult for them to mediate.

At this time, Lan Wangji seemed to think that this palm was not enough to express his anger, so he pushed Wen Ning with another palm and pushed him a few feet away.

He rushed to Wen Ning with displeasure: "Go away."

Wei Wuxian finally noticed something was wrong.

Lan Wangji's two palms, whether in behavior or words, are very... naive.

After pushing Wen Ning out enough distance, Lan Wangji seemed to be satisfied. He turned around, walked back, and stood beside Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian stared at him carefully.

Lan Wangji's face and expression were not unusual. He was even more serious, more serious, and more impeccable than usual. He wore his forehead very well, his face was not red, he was not angry, he walked with wind, and his feet were steady. He looked like the solemn, calm and self-controlled immortal Han Guangjun.

But when he lowered his head, he found that Lan Wangji's boots were worn in the opposite direction.

Before he came out, he helped Lan Wangji take off his boots and threw them on the edge of the bed. Now, Lan Wangji's left boots were worn on his right foot, and the right boots were worn on his left foot.

Han Guangjun, who comes from a famous family and values ​​etiquette, would never be able to dress like this and go out to meet people.

Wei Wuxian said tentatively: "Hanguangjun, what is this?"

He compared one second. Lan Wangji did not answer, solemnly stretched out his hands, one left and one right, and carefully held his two fingers.

"Bang", the dust-escape sword was dropped to the ground by the master.

Wei Wuxian: "..."

This is definitely not normal Lan Zhan!

Wei Wuxian said: "Hanguangjun, are you drunk?"

Lan Wangji said: "No."

Drunk people will not admit that they are drunk. Wei Wuxian pulled his finger back, and Lan Wangji still maintained the posture of holding his fingers, squeezing his two fists intently. Wei Wuxian looked at him speechlessly, looking up at the moon in the cold night wind.

People sleep when they are drunk, but Lan Wangji is drunk when they are asleep. Moreover, after he is drunk, it seems that there is no difference from usual, so it is difficult to judge.

In the past, Wei Wuxian had countless drinkers, and had seen the strange and ugly behaviors of people after being drunk. Some were crying, some were giggling, some were crazy, some were stumbling, some were stalking on the street, some were determined to die, some were whimpering, some were whimpering, and some were whimpering, "Why don't you want me anymore?" It was the first time I saw Lan Wangji like this, he was not quarreling, but his expression was upright, but his behavior was extremely weird.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, suppressed his smile, picked up the dust thrown on the ground, carried it on his back, and said, "Okay, go back with me."

You can't just let Lan Wangji run around outside with such a person. God knows what else he will do.

Fortunately, after Lan Wangji got drunk, he seemed to be easy to talk. He nodded with a good manner and took a step with him. If someone passed by, he would definitely believe that this was a chat between two close friends on a night trip and praise such elegant behavior.

Behind him, Wen Ning followed silently. Wei Wuxian was about to speak to him, but Lan Wangji turned around suddenly and pissed another angry palm. This time, he slapped Wen Ning on the head.

Wen Ning's head was tilted and lowered even lower. His facial muscles were obviously stiff and had no expression. The whites of his eyes didn't matter, but they could see a very aggrieved look. Wei Wuxian couldn't laugh and cry, and grabbed Lan Wangji's arm: "Why are you hitting him!"

Lan Wangji said to Wen Ning in a threatening tone that he would never use when he was awake: "Go away!"

Wei Wuxian knew that he could not go against the drunk person and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, follow you, go away." He said, pulling out the bamboo flute. But before he could send the flute to his lips, Lan Wangji snatched it over 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 discovered that drunk people often say a lot, but Lan Wangji doesn't like to speak very much, so after he drinks too much, he keeps repeating the same sentence. He thought to himself that Lan Wangji is not accustomed to evil magic, and may not like him to control Wen Ning with the sound of flutes, so he has to touch his hair, and then said, "Okay. I'll just blow it to you, okay?"

Lan Wangji said "um" with satisfaction, but the flute was played in his hand and not returning it to him.

Wei Wuxian had no choice but to blew the whistle twice and said to Wen Ning: "It's better to hide it well and don't be discovered."

Wen Ning seemed to want to follow him, but after receiving the instructions, she was afraid of being beaten by Lan Wangji for a few more times. She turned around slowly, dragged and walked away with a tingling jingle.

Wei Wuxian said to Lan Wangji: "Lan Zhan, why don't you blush when you are drunk?"

Because Lan Wangji looked too 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, held his shoulder, and pulled it into his arms.

Caught out of control, Wei Wuxian was dragged to his chest.

Just as she was dizzy, Lan Wangji's voice came from above: "Listen to the heartbeat."

"What?"

Lan Wangji said: "You can't see your face, but you can hear your heartbeat."

When he spoke, his chest vibrated with the bass, and a heart was beating vigorously, dongdong, dongdong, a little faster. Wei Wuxian raised his head and understood: "I can't tell you when I look at my face, I have to judge it by my heartbeat?"

Lan Wangji honestly said: "Yes."

Wei Wuxian is hilarious.

Could it be that Lan Wangji's face is so thick that he can't even show his blush? It doesn't look like it!

After getting drunk, Lan Wangji was so honest, and his behavior and words were much more unrestrained than usual!

It is rare to see such an honest and frank Lan Wangji who taught Wei Wuxian to treat him with courtesy without causing any bad things. How could that be possible?

He drove Lan Wangji back to the inn. When he entered the room, he first pressed him onto the bed and took off his back boots. Considering that he should not wipe his face by himself now, he took off Lan Wangji's forehead, got a basin of hot water and a cloth towel, wrung it out and folded it into a square towel, and gently wiped it on his face.

During this process, Lan Wangji did not resist at all, and let him round and flatten. Except for the cloth towel that would squint when it was wiped near his eyes, staring at him without blinking his eyelids. Wei Wuxian had all kinds of bad ideas in his stomach. Seeing his clear eyes, he couldn't help scratching Lan Wangji's chin and smiled, "What do you think I'm doing? Is it good?"

Just after the wipe was finished, before Lan Wangji answered, Wei Wuxian threw the cloth towel into the basin and said, "I've washed my face, do you want to drink some water first?"

There was no movement behind him. When he turned around, Lan Wangji was holding the basin of water and buried his face in.

Wei Wuxian was shocked and hurriedly grabbed it back and moved the basin away: "It's not that you can drink the water here!"

Lan Wangji raised his head calmly, and the transparent drops of water fell from his jaw, wetting the front. Wei Wuxian looked at him, feeling a lot in his heart, and it was hard to say: "...he has drunk or not? Lan Zhan would better remember nothing after he sobered up, otherwise he would be shameless to see people in his life."

Wei Wuxian used his sleeve to wipe off the water droplets from his jaw, put them on his shoulder, and said, "Han Guangjun, now do whatever I say?"

Lan Wangji said: "Yes."

Wei Wuxian: "What do I ask and what do you answer?"

Lan Wangji: "Yes."

Wei Wuxian pressed one knee onto the bed, curled the corner of his mouth, and said, "Okay. I ask you, have you ever secretly drunk 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 violated the ban?"

Lan Wangji: "Yes."

Wei Wuxian: "Have you ever liked anyone?"

Lan Wangji: "Yes."

Wei Wuxian's questions were all stopped, not really taking the opportunity to get Lan Wangji's **, but just confirming whether he really had questions and answers. He continued to ask: "How about Jiang Cheng?"

Frowning: "Hmph."

Wei Wuxian: "How about Wen Ning?"

Frosty: "Ha."

Wei Wuxian smiled and pointed at himself: "How about this?"

Lan Wangji: "My."

“…”

Lan Wangji stared at him, paused word by word, and said extremely clearly: "My."

Wei Wuxian suddenly realized it.

He took off Yuchen and said to himself, "I just pointed at myself. Lan Zhan understood what I said 'this' as Yuchen I was carrying."

Thinking of this, he got out of bed, took Yuchen and walked from left to right in the room, from east to west. Sure enough, wherever he went, Lan Wangji's eyes followed him closely. He was extremely honest, extremely open, straightforward, and extremely naked.

Wei Wuxian was forced to stand up by his almost enthusiastic eyes, and raised Yuchen to Lan Wangji: "Do you want it?"

Lan Wangji said: "I want it."

As if this was not enough to prove his desire, Lan Wangji grabbed his hand holding the dust-proof, looked at him with light eyes, took a breath, and repeated vigorously: "...want."

Wei Wuxian knew that he was drunk and knew that he was not saying this to him, but he still got his arms and legs and feet weak by these two words.
To be continued...