"Senior sister, why do you seem unhappy?" When she was in Tangquan Palace, she left him happily and ran away. Now she looked lost and lost. Lan Sheng scratched his head, full of confusion.
There was silence for a while, Zhuling ignored Lan Sheng, didn't even raise her head, pushed Lan Sheng away in front of her with one hand, and walked straight out of Chang Ling's room.
"Chang Ling, have you bullied senior sister?" Lan Sheng stared at Chang Ling with wide eyes.
Chang Ling shook his head, not knowing how to say it. After thinking about it, he thought it would be better not to let Lan Sheng know about it, so he replied casually: "Maybe you encountered something sad?"
Lan Sheng was dubious, and a little bit put away his malicious eyes, looked Chang Ling up and down for a while, and then went out to look for Zhu Ling.
After knocking on Zhuling's door for a long time, but no one answered, Lan Sheng touched her chin, thinking that she must have gone out alone to relax, so she had to go back disappointed.
It was already dinner time when I saw Zhuling again. At this time, she had swept away her disappointed look and greeted Lan Sheng with a smile, but there was an inexplicable look in her eyes.
Lan Sheng stared at Zhu Ling with copper bell-like eyes, and said angrily, "Did Chang Ling bully you?" He rolled up his sleeves, seeming to vent his anger on her behalf.
Today in Tangquan Palace, Zhuling kept her secret. The two had a good chat, and Lan Sheng established a deep fighting friendship with her.
Zhuling looked at Lan Sheng with deep and complicated eyes. Like Chang Ling, she just shook her head, then without saying a word, she mechanically scooped the rice from the bowl into her mouth.
Lan Sheng talked a lot, chatting and chattering beside her, but he didn't get much response. Then he gradually became quiet, and muttered softly: "Why is senior sister acting weird today?"
The next morning, Zhu Ling went out early. Lan Sheng searched for Zhu Ling to no avail, then turned around to find Chang Ling as usual.
With a "squeak" sound, Lan Sheng pushed open the door of Chang Ling's room. She seemed to see Chang Ling holding something in his hand, but the moment she opened the door, he quickly hid it in the drawer.
"What did you hold just now?" Lan Sheng put his hands behind his back, walked all the way to Chang Ling, and looked at him intently, looking like a teacher.
"No." Chang Ling was like a child who made a mistake, with his head lowered and his eyes evasive, not daring to look into Lan Sheng's eyes.
The more Chang Ling dodges, the more Lan Sheng probes his head and asks with suspicion: "What did you hide just now?"
"A mirror." Chang Ling's voice was hesitant.
"Mirror? Show it to me." Lan Sheng stretched out her hand. Ever since she hit Yuntian, she felt that Chang Ling was mysterious.
But this time Chang Ling rejected her, saying that there was nothing good to see, and kept blocking her body in front of the drawer.
Lan Sheng looked around, looking away from Chang Ling and looking behind him, but the drawer had been closed and he couldn't see anything.
Lan Sheng was impatient, but Captain Ling didn't pay attention. He swooped down and was caught when he was about to approach the drawer.
"I won't read it. It's definitely not a good thing." The plan failed, and Lan Sheng glanced at the drawer unwillingly.
Lan Sheng's deflated look made Chang Ling dumbfounded, and then he said to Lan Sheng playfully: "That's fine, there's really nothing to see."
"Have you found another lover?" Lan Sheng said angrily.
In the past, Mrs. Wang in the village found that her husband was mysterious all day long. When she was cleaning the room, she discovered that her husband had secretly hidden a handkerchief given by the woman from Xianglou. Later, her husband eloped with the woman.
Thinking that she was going to become Aunt Wang, Lan Sheng felt extremely aggrieved. She sat on the ground, hugged Chang Ling's thigh and refused to let him go, even looking at her no matter what.
Lan Sheng's helpless eyes were always Chang Ling's weakness, so he had no choice but to open the drawer and pull her to stand up.
Lan Sheng patted the dust on his trouser legs and glanced at the drawer. When he saw a simple bronze mirror lying in it, he immediately showed a look of disgust: "Oh, it's a broken mirror."
Then he stretched out his hand and pinched Chang Ling's face: "If Chang Ling likes it, I will give you the mirror in my room." After saying that, he ran back to his room.
When Chang Ling wanted to call Lan Sheng, she was no longer around. He let out a long sigh and thought thoughtfully: He is such a coquettish little thing, but it seems to be quite useful. It seems that I have to learn from it too!
"Lan Sheng, I don't need a mirror." Chang Ling walked out of the house and looked at Lan Sheng who was running over.
But Lan Sheng insisted on giving the mirror to Chang Ling no matter what, saying that she had another mirror in the house, so Chang Ling had no choice but to accept it.
Chang Ling looked at the courtyard. The snow had just begun to fall, and the Rising Sun Palace was covered in silver. The sky after the snow was empty and pure.
"Lan Sheng, you've been here in Yuntian for a long time, shall I take you down the mountain for a walk today?" Chang Ling wanted to go down the mountain to buy some things, so he happened to take Lan Sheng with him.
In Yuntian, there was only sword practice every day, which was boring. Lan Sheng couldn't stand it for a long time, so he immediately agreed, dropped the mirror and ran out.
Yuntian is a fairyland in the world, with mountains and ridges all around for hundreds of miles. The closest place to Yuntian is Xuancheng, which is nearly an hour away. By the time Chang Ling and Lan Sheng arrived in Xuancheng, it was already the middle of the day.
Xuancheng is a large town, with teahouses, taverns, pawn shops, workshops, etc. on both sides of the streets. There are many small vendors with big umbrellas in the open space on both sides, which is very lively.
This was the first time for Lan Sheng to come to such a prosperous place, and her eyes were full of novelties. She had to take a look at every stall, and she couldn't put down the gadgets on the stalls.
Walking along the street, Lan Sheng and Chang Ling were both carrying a bunch of things. Chang Ling was carrying gadgets that Lan Sheng liked, while Lan Sheng was carrying a basket of oranges in one hand and a basket of oranges in the other. Holding a candied haws in hand, he jumped up and down while walking.
Lan Sheng likes sweet and sour foods, and her favorite food is the sour and sweet candied haws, but with Chang Ling, citrus is the most perfect.
After shopping around and buying a bunch of gadgets, Lan Sheng was satisfied and was too lazy to move around. He squatted on the street corner and said coquettishly: "Chang Ling, I'm tired and can't walk anymore."
However, Guang was dragged by Lan Sheng to visit small stalls along the way. Chang Ling had not yet prepared all the items he wanted to buy when going down the mountain, so he had to carry Lan Sheng on his back and plunge into the sea of people again.
There was a hot body pressed against his back. It was still winter, so Chang Ling felt a layer of hot sweat on his back. Fortunately, Lan Sheng's body was petite and exquisite, so it was not so strenuous to carry it.
Walking to the end of the street, Chang Ling also bought the things he needed. Just as he was about to get up and go back to Yuntian, the voice of the lecturer came from behind: "Speaking of which, it is the Qingming Festival, it is misty and rainy, and the White Lady has received the Guanyin Master. Guidance, meet Xu Xian at the Broken Bridge, and use an umbrella to seal our relationship..."
Next to it is a large two-story teahouse. There is an endless stream of teahouses in the teahouse. Under the warm sunshine in winter, the most pleasant thing is to taste tea and listen to the lectures by the scholar.
Chang Ling glanced at Lan Sheng, and sure enough, she was listening fascinated as she stood aside.
Lan Sheng realized that Chang Ling was looking at her, and then she came back to her senses and asked doubtfully: "Chang Ling, why don't you leave?"
"It's still early, but it's time to return home slowly." Chang Ling raised his head to look at the sky, then lowered his eyes to look at Lan Sheng.
Lan Sheng was overjoyed, stood up and gave Chang Ling a bite on the cheek, then pulled him and ran towards the teahouse.
As usual, Lan Sheng was completely addicted to the plot told by the storyteller, but this time she was also intoxicated with a large number of tea guests. The slow and slow movements of the storyteller affected their moods, and the cadence of the storyteller's voice was ups and downs. Everything is controlled just right.
"If Tianzun dares to lock you in a small dark room, I will also flood the Tower of Babel." Lan Sheng said solemnly, his eyes still not leaving the folding fan in the storyteller's hand.
At this time, the storyteller was telling about the White Snake flooding Jinshan Temple.
Chang Ling trembled, wanting to say something, but gave up and closed his lips.
When Lan Sheng didn't get a response, he turned to look at Chang Ling. When he was about to speak, Chang Ling stuffed his mouth with a piece of sweets.
"There is no West Lake in the sky, and there is not so much water." Chang Ling smiled and stroked Lan Sheng's head.
Lan Sheng snorted displeasedly with the pastry in her mouth, turned back and continued listening to the book, not forgetting to wrap her arms around Chang Ling's arms.
The days are short in winter, and it's already sunset before you know it. The tree hits the table and makes a "pop" sound. The storyteller stands up and bows to the audience.
The story ended and the tea guests dispersed.
Chang Ling took Lan Sheng and left the teahouse with the flow of people.
Before leaving, Chang Ling wrapped Lan Sheng tightly in his cloak and returned to Yuntian with his sword.
The setting sun illuminated their cheeks crimson, and the clouds beside them also gave off a faint glow under the reflection of the setting sun.
Even though it was the setting sun, it was still as beautiful as a picture scroll, and it was all so intoxicating.
"Have you decided to go into seclusion with Tianzun?" In the sunset, Lan Sheng hugged Chang Ling from behind and pressed his face against his back.
Chang Ling's hand holding Yujian Jue shook for a while, and after a while he said carefully: "Yes."
Well, I admit it myself.
Chang Ling's tone was weak. He thought Lan Sheng would catch him and make a big fuss, but she didn't.
The calmer Lan Sheng was, the more guilty and timid he became.
"Did you like today's lecture?" Chang Ling didn't know how to speak again, so he changed the subject.
"No, it's not as good as what we in Mengtan Village said." Lan Sheng said with a disappointed look on his face. He turned his head in another direction and put his other face on Chang Ling's back. Ren Jiu held Chang Ling tightly in his arms.
The feeling was only real if I held him tightly.
But he is about to let go again, because the shape of the sky has emerged in the sea of clouds. The reality is that the time to meet is short, and the long separation is the reality.
