Even in the midst of despair, Xia Qingluan did not forget the matter of revenge. When she learned that An Jin, the eunuch who participated in framing the Xiao family, was going to Qifoshan to pray, she immediately proposed to leave Poyue Pavilion temporarily, but Wei Moyan did not agree -
He said, let's go together.
Since he promised to help her, he must not break his promise. He did not want Xia Qingluan to continue to think that he was a liar.
The time is set after the full moon, when he will go to Qifu Mountain with her.
Apart from explaining the matters in the pavilion, the two of them basically had no chat. Wei Moyan went to her several times but was turned away, and even refused to meet her. Such a cold Hongxian also caused a silence in Poyue Pavilion. The master of the pavilion
He spent the entire day looking at the scenery in the distance in silence, leaving many matters directly to Jiuhe and Shaozai, as if he was a hands-off shopkeeper.
Not long after Wanqi Haoyue left Lanling, news came that the Wanqi family in Jiannan had been rebuilt, and the new head was Mr. Ye Tan, the Poison King's only apprentice, who had lived in seclusion for nearly twenty years.
Such a spotless and immortal figure was involuntarily involved in the rolling world of mortals. He fought for a place in troubled times by his own efforts. As everyone expected, but unexpectedly, it was announced that the Wanqi family was destroyed.
Yue Pavilion declared war. Wei Moyan kept his promise to Xia Qingluan and could not take action. It is still unknown to what extent Wanqi Haoyue will pose a threat to Po Yue Pavilion in the future.
Everything in front of him was chaotic and confusing, making him more and more irritable.
The clouds were clear and the wind was gentle, and a pot of wine gave him a beautiful view of the mountains. He spent his time until dusk fell, and when several thunders sounded in the distance, there was finally a trace of expression on his unchanged face.
On thunderstorm nights, she would suffer from nightmares.
When we walked to Xia Qingluan's door, the candles and lights inside were still on and it was silent.
Without knocking or asking, Wei Moyan just leaned quietly in front of the door. He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would no longer be able to stay here.
The night was getting darker, and the storm finally came violently with the dull air. There were bursts of thunder, and the continuous rain washed away the bright glazed tiles on the Zhu Pavilion, and the sound jumped crisply.
I don’t know how long I stood in the dark moonless night. The sound of the teacup breaking in the room startled the person who was silently guarding the door. He held his breath and seemed to hear a low breathing faintly. He stretched out his hand to push the door open and found to no surprise that he was already there.
Yan Shang from the inside——Since returning from Qinglianwu, her door has not been open to anyone.
"Qingluan?" He had no choice but to call out in a low voice.
"You don't have to worry about it."
The pain that was endured could be heard in the cold voice. What happened? Urgency and worry lingered in his heart, but he couldn't even say another question. Even if he did, she would definitely not answer.
Xia Qingluan has been resisting the arrival of thunderstorm nights. Ever since she knew she had nightmare syndrome, she has been faintly afraid every time the rain began to fall from the sky. The fear caused by the involuntary powerlessness spread boundlessly, as if it was swallowing her.
Take away her life and all her strength. It's ridiculous to think that she is already strong enough to take someone's life, but she still has to fear a rain or a few thunders.
Wei Moyan used to stay by her side every time she had a nightmare, holding her at night when she didn't know it, giving her warmth and stability. Now she can no longer accept his embrace. It is the most poisonous poison in the world. Once she gets used to it,
Addiction is difficult to break.
As long as you don't fall asleep, you'll be fine, right?
Sitting there with a candle lit, Xia Qingluan suddenly felt empty. There was nothing in her life to kill time. She didn't know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she didn't love poems and songs. It seemed that besides killing people, she was with him.
, that is, sitting in silence for a long time.
As usual, when the thunder rang, the rain fell, and the wind started, a feeling of sleepiness came over her. It was not the normal tiredness, but an almost compulsive reaction. Something in the dark was urging her to fall asleep, and her consciousness gradually faded away.
Unclear. He gritted his teeth, raised his hand and smashed the tea cup, picked up the sharp fragments and stabbed his forearm hard.
The sleepiness faded away with the dripping blood.
The sobriety maintained by the pain did not last long. The scars on his arms only lasted for half an hour. Then, a severe headache suddenly appeared.
It turns out that the result of refusing to fall asleep according to the body's reaction is to be entangled in pain?
The pain was getting heavier and heavier, like needle pricks and heavy blows, tearing every vein in her body inch by inch. Xia Qingluan's face was so pale that she was almost helpless, and red blood flowed down from her bitten lip,
The white gauze clothes were stained with blossoming plum blossoms. I couldn't help but hit them with my hands, but the severe pain continued unabated. All the strength in my body was drained from the pain, and I collapsed on the ground.
Outside the door, the increasingly heavy breathing could be heard clearly.
"Qingluan, open the door!" Wei Moyan could not remain silent any longer. If she was in pain, it would be a hundred times more painful for him.
Even life and death couldn't stop his desire to go to Xia Qingluan, let alone a mere door? The sword light flashed, cutting off the distance between him and her.
"Qing Luan!" As soon as he entered the door, he was shocked. The woman lying on the ground in disheveled clothes was far beyond his imagination. Her hands were beating on both sides of her forehead like crazy. There were blood stains on her wrists and clothes, like
The red lotus blooms.
So many painful memories that she still can't get rid of. She would rather harm herself than fall asleep. Is it because she is afraid of nightmares or is she afraid of being alone without someone to protect her?
Without him, she would be so fragile.
Lightning pierced the dark night sky, silver light illuminated the sky, and the wind blew through the open door, gently extinguishing the dancing stars and candlelight.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." A calm and peaceful voice sounded in your ears, and the familiar warm embrace surrounded your trembling body. Inexplicably, the fear, uneasiness, and pain all weakened.
She lost weight.
Wei Moyan still remembered the feeling of holding her. She was losing weight rapidly in the past few days, and her jagged joints made him feel uncomfortable.
Xia Qingluan was already unconscious and half asleep. She only knew that he was here, guarding her like those nightmare nights in the past. So gentle and so reassuring.
The struggle gradually stopped, the breathing gradually subsided, and she fell asleep in his arms again.
After closing the door, she found the remaining wound medicine from her room and applied it carefully to the wound. Then she gently took off her blood-stained and sweat-stained clothes, and pulled the quilt over her body.
Everything was so orderly and meticulous that it was not something a man should do.
If it was for Xia Qingluan, he wouldn't mind lowering his status and condescending to be a waiter, as long as she was safe.
"Qing Luan?" The person under her had fallen into a deep sleep, and Wei Moyan finally relaxed and lay quietly next to her.
How long have you not felt the familiar breath and the familiar temperature? Every moment with her is precious, especially when he holds her silently and protects her from harm. At this time, he is everything to her.
Only then was he everything to her.
Thunderstorms are still raging in the world, and there is only one place in the world that is not disturbed by it, as if it is isolated from the rest of the world.
There was silence in the dark room, and the black figure hugged the pale woman wrapped in quilt, sleeping peacefully.