Chapter 8 When the scenery is leisurely and laughing
The occasional raindrops falling from the eaves confirmed that there had been wind and rain last night. Under the influence of the humid air, the musty smell became even stronger.
Xia Qingluan's reaction was completely within Wei Moyan's expectation. With her personality, she would definitely express her anger with a more indifferent attitude, and it was very possible that she would not speak for several days in a row.
For some reason, Xia Qingluan like this made him want to provoke him even more.
"Don't worry, I didn't do anything, I just held you."
Surprisingly, she didn't refute, her face turned red and white, and she bit her lower lip lightly, not knowing what she was thinking.
"This isn't the first time, is it?" After a long time, he spoke softly with a slightly hesitant voice.
"Huh?" He turned back and stared at Xia Qingluan in disbelief.
Every time she woke up tiredly, she was full of doubts. All the strength in her limbs seemed to have been swallowed up by the late night, but she didn't know what happened during the night. The only certainty was that this happened on the second day of a thunderstorm.
In the early morning, Xia Qingluan also thought about whether she had nocturnal wandering syndrome. When she asked people in the pavilion, they all said that they had never seen her appear at night, and even if she had nocturnal wandering syndrome, she would not lose all her strength.
What particularly worries her is that there are often some changes after waking up, such as the position and posture of sleeping. Sometimes she clearly remembers not covering herself with a quilt, but she is lying peacefully in a warm quilt in the morning. How many times has this happened?
It was inevitable that she would be a little concerned if there were too many, but every night when there was thunder, she would always lose consciousness and fall into a deep sleep, unable to remember what happened.
However, there was a vague feeling that someone had called her name in a low voice, giving her a peaceful warmth and peace of mind.
"The majestic master of the pavilion actually likes to break into other people's rooms at night..." Although he meant to accuse, there was no scolding in his tone. Instead, there was a hint of panic. Xia Qingluan turned her back to the black figure and pretended to pack the drinking utensils.
, with a plain expression, he was already in a state of confusion.
How could her every move escape Wei Moyan's eyes? The hand that was randomly packing the wine utensils was held, a familiar warmth covered her back and wrapped her slightly thin body, and her cool and gentle voice was as low as if she was afraid of disturbing someone.
: "You have nightmare syndrome, and you need someone to watch you during a thunderstorm night."
"Nightmare syndrome...?"
It turned out that what had been haunting her was such a terrifying inner demon.
Xia Qingluan knew very well why she had such a disgusting disease. The unbearable past had brought her too much pain, including inner demons and karma that could not be expelled.
After the Xiao family was exterminated, someone carried her and ran for dozens of miles, and finally fell into a muddy puddle. Growing up in a wealthy family, she faced so many malicious looks and murderous intent for the first time. The six-year-old
The child was whipped and tortured arbitrarily by a group of strong officers and soldiers during a thunderstorm. If Wanqi Haoyue had not rescued him, he would have died long ago. After being trafficked and sold to a wealthy family, he was often beaten and scolded.
Humiliation and kneeling in the heavy rain until dawn are commonplace.
Also, during the time when her master passed away, the Wei family was wiped out, and she had no choice but to become homeless, in the deserted City God's Temple, in the rainy and windy night, she killed someone for the first time, killing a group of men who wanted to insult her.
At that time, she was only eleven years old.
Facing the corpses on the ground and blood flowing everywhere in the thunderstorm, she realized that only the dragon string in her hand could protect herself. From now on, there would be no orphans of the Xiao family who were bullied by others. Some were just the only descendants of Yue Lao, who would live forever.
Xia Qingluan lives with revenge and killing.
Those thunderstorm nights that strangled all the good memories condensed into demons in my heart. Unknowingly, nightmares invaded me, and I knew nothing about it.
"Huh...it's ugly when it happens, isn't it?"
That dim and self-deprecating smile made Wei Moyan feel unbearable. How could she tell that she, who had always been cold and arrogant, would behave in such a crazy and hasty manner? Excessive self-esteem would only make her feel ashamed and ashamed.
The deep black wrapped the fiery red clothes tightly, and the kiss on the forehead was as light as water: "I'm here to protect you, it doesn't matter."
Xia Qingluan was not disgusted with his hug, maybe because she was used to it during those nights when no one knew about it.
"Go and freshen up, set off early, and rush to Jincheng to find an inn to rest before tonight." The warmth that was close to him suddenly loosened, and the humid air took advantage of it, making him feel a little uncomfortable.
When he opened the door, two figures caught his guard and almost bumped into each other.
"Pavilion Master, Hongxian Hall Master..." Shaobi and Jiuhe bowed awkwardly.
"Did you watch the sky at night and come to someone else's door?"
The two people who were eavesdropping but were discovered were forced to smile, eager to find a crack in the ground to get in.
It was raining hard and windy last night, so they had to hide in the kitchen to take shelter from the rain. They didn't want to hear a strange faint sound coming from the room where Wei Moyan and Xia Qingluan lived. When they carefully put their ears to the door, there was no sound again. Until now.
I had just heard the conversation between the two of them earlier, but I didn't expect to be discovered just as I was about to eavesdrop.
"Pack up and get ready to go."
Shao Bi responded smartly, pulled Jiu He and ran out. Fortunately, the master of the pavilion was in a good mood today, otherwise his face would have become cold and murderous by now.
"Let me ask, what is the relationship between the Pavilion Master and Hongxian Hall Master?" Jiuhe became more and more confused as he thought about it, so he had to turn to Shao Bi, who had been with Wei Moyan earlier.
"Why are there so many problems?" Shao Bi wanted to pretend to be serious, but he was a young man at heart after all, so he couldn't help but burst out laughing, "What else could it be related to? The pavilion master was always the same when he went out with the master of Zixiu Hall.
You can see them sleeping in separate rooms on weekdays, because Hall Master Hongxian has broken up with Hall Master Lu and Shao Fu, how can ordinary subordinates be so important?"
Jiuhe shook his head with some disappointment: "I think the master of Zixiu Hall is more suitable. He is gentle and amiable and is the unmarried wife of the master of the pavilion. He is outstanding in martial arts and has conquered the country. I don't know what the master of the pavilion is like.
Thought."
"Don't think about what you should be thinking about. Just like women, gossiping about other people's family affairs." Shao Bi glanced angrily.
In fact, it is not just Jiuhe, hundreds of disciples in Poyue Pavilion and many good people have this question. Wei Moyan, the master of Poyue Pavilion who is known as Tian Jue Gongzi and is most likely to unify the martial arts after the former martial arts leader Wei Bugui
, he does not have many confidantes, but both of them have peerless beauty and special identities. In the end, who will be the woman who will accompany the uncrowned king has triggered a lot of debates.
It’s just that the protagonists in question don’t know it.
Jianghu people are no different from literati. They all like to dig out some boring private affairs of others, especially those who are high and dazzling.
After briefly freshening up, the four of them continued on the road to southern Xinjiang. Time was tight. If they didn't want to starve to death, they had to get to Jincheng, the only way they could pass through, as soon as possible - Wei Moyan's bad habit was that he was determined not to eat simple meals.
Looking up at the sky, I saw that it was just a flat day and I should be there by dawn.
"When we get to Jincheng, we'll find an inn to have a good rest first. I didn't sleep well last night. I see that your face looks very haggard."
There was nothing wrong with what Wei Moyan said, but it just sounded a little strange. Xia Qingluan was too lazy to think about it, so she nodded numbly.
Shao Bi, who was following behind the two men, coughed slightly and showed a teasing smile that he had known he would be like this.