Chapter Six: A King Is Not a Rock and a Concubine Is Not a Pu
In the simple and almost shabby room, Xia Qingluan was so focused on the brush in her hand that she didn't even hear the knock on the door.
The door opened slightly, and a black figure with rainy air stood quietly aside. Looking at the person in front of the desk with his hand on his cheek and a smile on his face, Wei Moyan really wanted to store this moment forever.
"Still writing to your brother?"
Xia Qingluan was startled, and the pen tip left a long ink mark on the letter.
"Who allowed you to come in?"
"No answer when I knock on the door, I thought something happened to you." Wei Moyan walked into the room by himself, seeming to have forgotten that this was a women's boudoir - although there was no boudoir atmosphere at all.
"You are the only two siblings left in the Xiao family, why don't you bring him over so that you can spend more time together."
Xia Qingluan shook his head: "No need. Bai Di is not a member of the martial arts world, and he doesn't even know a little bit of martial arts. I don't want him to get involved in martial arts disputes. It's enough for him to live his life peacefully."
"Xiao Bai, the Wuchen young master of the Cheng family, has a handsome appearance and outstanding literary talent. He is unparalleled in the world. How else do you expect him to be ordinary?"
"It's better than being a chess piece in Poyue Pavilion."
The conversation between the two people once again choked on this issue.
Indeed, he wanted Xiao Bai to come to Poyue Pavilion so that she could return to this place physically and mentally. He, Wei Moyan, was not so kind as to randomly recruit people into the pavilion for other people's family affairs, but how could Xia Qingluan, who was so shrewd, not see through it?
This level of relationship is why I failed to receive a reply to several invitations.
Even in such a small space, the gap and distance between them is still like an abyss.
"Forget it, let's not mention this for now." Wei Moyan waved his hand, "I will leave for Donghu tomorrow morning. I just came to see if you need to prepare anything."
Xia Qingluan still remembered what happened in the morning, and her words were lukewarm: "What can be prepared? The Pavilion Master is eager to pacify the Tianhu Sect and marry the Master of the Purple Sleeve Hall. No matter how worried you are about such important matters,
You must work hard to complete it, otherwise wouldn’t it be delaying the pavilion master’s life-long event?”
"Xia Qingluan!" Wei Moyan shouted, and his already smooth mood turned into a mess. He had no intention of marrying Zi Xiu. What made him angry was not Lu Hanhai's talkative and self-righteous attitude, but Xia Qingluan's almost ruthless attitude.
Attitude. That indifferent expression seems to say that you and I have nothing to do with each other.
"If there is anything wrong with what I said, Pavilion Master's punishment is, don't make a fuss and lose your identity."
The more Xia Qingluan spoke coldly, the angrier he became, and he turned around with an angry look on his face.
"As long as you stay behind, it's enough. It's just a killing tool. You don't need to talk about my affairs!"
The room suddenly became quiet.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Wei Moyan already regretted that he had never regarded her as a chess piece or a tool, but he only talked nonsense in anger.
The half-closed door creaked open, and Xia Qingluan stood by the door with a sneer: "I'm not interested in your affairs. Likewise, please don't interfere in my affairs. If you have nothing to do, please go out, I want to rest."
"
Any further words would only intensify the conflict. Wei Moyan sighed secretly and passed by Xia Qingluan.
The heavy footsteps on the corridor gradually became silent, and the cold smile disappeared like a cloud of smoke. Xia Qingluan leaned against the door, feeling very tired from the inside out, so tired that she wanted to close her eyes and never wake up again.
Having fled as a child and being immersed in killings for more than ten years, she has never been as tired as she is now. Without her younger brother Xiao Bai to care about her, Xia Qingluan doesn't know if she can still persevere or if she can still be closest to him.
And the furthest away from him.
When Zixiu met Wei Moyan, she was startled by his gloomy expression, and couldn't help but look in the direction of Xia Qingluan's room. These two people always have a tacit understanding and sometimes become distant, and their relationship can never be explained clearly. If there is no smooth communication, I'm afraid
Sooner or later there will be a falling out.
After thinking for a while, Zixiu reached out and stopped Wei Moyan: "The master of the pavilion comes from Miss Hongxian?"
"So what?" Hearing the word "red line", Wei Moyan's chest felt tight and his tone couldn't help but become a little colder.
Sure enough, the commotion started again.
Zixiu felt helpless, this was the only woman in the world who could make him care about her so much, but neither of them knew it.
Probably feeling that his attitude towards Zixiu was a bit too much, Wei Moyan calmed down a little and said, "You usually rest in Ziweitang, why did you come to Taiweitang today?"
"I'm also here to see Miss Hongxian," Zi Xiu raised the medicine bottle in his hand: "Send some medicine to her."
Wei Moyan's heart tightened: "She is injured?"
"Don't worry, Miss Hongxian is not injured. I saw some blood on her wrist this morning, so I took a few more glances. It turns out that this girl had a Luan bird tattooed on her wrist. I don't know whether she was afraid of people seeing it or something, but she even connected it.
I didn’t even apply any wound medicine. Just now, when I had nothing to do, I asked Don Qiao for some wound medicine and was about to send it to her."
Luan bird?
A few days ago, he just said casually that the scar was like her name, like a Luan bird.
"So..." Wei Moyan lowered his head and couldn't help but smile, and the heavy haze dissipated instantly.
"It's windy and rainy, when will you and Miss Hongxian settle down?" Zi Xiu's eyes were peaceful and there was no jealousy at all. There was no clue that this person was the childhood sweetheart and fiancée of Poyue Pavilion Master.
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"Don't think so wildly."
"Mo Yan..."
Wei Moyan's expression froze, and his eyes finally softened.
How many years have passed since she left Xiluoshan? This title has not been evoked again. In any case, she suffered all these hardships because of the Wei family. In the past two years, she has been by her side, taking care of Poyue Pavilion.
Various tedious matters, but I just accept them silently.
"I will not forget what I promised. Just take a good rest."
Zixiu shook her head and gently pulled the corner of Wei Moyan's clothes: "Mo Yan, I don't care about my status, you also know that I... It's rare for someone to make you tempted, why don't you put down the matter of revenge first, and the two of you will continue like this.
They’re all just torturing each other.”
"That's what you're going to say?" Wei Moyan really didn't know how to deal with this woman. Women are said to be jealous, but Zixiu didn't seem to understand what jealousy was. Her fiancée status was enough to put her status above other hall leaders.
When I brought Qingluan back, Hongxian was no longer the same as she is now if she just said a word, but she accepted it tenderly, and she was always thinking about the woman who suddenly broke in. Now she is even more chaotic, it is simply...
"Master Zixiu Hall?" A slightly surprised and cold voice sounded from behind. Xia Qingluan, who was attracted by the conversation, saw the two people arguing about something, and there was a vague look of sadness in Zixiu's eyes.
Purple sleeves concealed a smile and nodded lightly.
Wei Moyan pretended to glance casually. Xia Qingluan's left hand was tucked into his sleeve, as if deliberately not to be seen.
"Be sure to bandage the medicine when you apply it. It's cold in Donghu and the wound will crack easily." The black gown disappeared around the corner, leaving only an unknown sentence.
Xia Qingluan looked at Zi Xiu in confusion, who smiled faintly, took her left hand and stuffed it into the medicine bottle.