Chapter 15: Elegant 5 Flirting and seeking death
Wei Wuxian was a man who was very good at finding fun for himself, especially at finding joy in adversity. Since there was nothing else to play with, he could only play with Lan Wangji. He said, "Brother Wangji."
Lan Wangji remained motionless.
Wei WuXian said, “Forget about the machine.”
Listen as if you didn't hear.
Wei Wuxian: “Lan Wangji.”
Wei Wuxian: “Lan Zhan!” Assassinate the Knight Commander
Lan Wangji finally stopped writing and looked up at him coldly. Wei Wuxian stepped back and raised his hands in a defensive gesture: "Don't look at me like that. I called you Wangji and you didn't agree, so I called you by your name. If you are unhappy, you can call me by my name back."
Lan Wangji said, “Put your legs down.”
Wei Wuxian sat in an extremely improper posture, leaning sideways with his legs propped up. Seeing that he had finally provoked Lan Wangji to speak, he felt secretly delighted as if the clouds had finally cleared and the moon had appeared. He put his legs down as he was told, but his upper body unconsciously moved closer, with his arms pressed on the desk, still sitting in an unbecoming posture. He said seriously, "Lan Zhan, let me ask you a question. Do you really hate me?"
Lan Wangji lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting a faint shadow on his jade-like cheeks. Wei Wuxian hurriedly said, "Stop. You ignored me after a few words. I want to admit my mistake and apologize to you. Look at me."
After a pause, he said, "Don't look at me? Okay, then I will say it myself. I was wrong that night. I shouldn't have climbed over the wall, shouldn't have drunk, shouldn't have fought with you. But I swear! I didn't mean to provoke you, I really didn't read your family rules. The Jiang family's house rules are all spoken, and they are not written down at all. Otherwise I definitely wouldn't." I definitely wouldn't drink that jar of Tian Zi Xiao in front of you. I took it back to my room and drank it secretly, every day, and shared it with everyone, until I was satisfied.
Wei WuXian added, “And let’s be reasonable. Who was the first to attack? It was you. If you hadn’t attacked first, we could have talked it out. But when someone hit me, I had to fight back. This can’t be entirely blamed on me. Lan Zhan, are you listening? Look at me. Master Lan?” He snapped his fingers, “Second Brother Lan, please do me a favor and look at me.”
Lan Wangji said without even raising his eyes, “Copy it again.”
Wei WuXian's body suddenly tilted: "Don't be like this. I was wrong."
Lan Wangji mercilessly exposed him: "You have no remorse at all."
Wei WuXian said without any dignity, “I’m sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. You can say it as many times as you want. Even kneel down and say it.”
Lan Wangji put down his pen, and Wei Wuxian thought that he had finally lost his patience and was going to beat him up. He was about to smile, but suddenly found that his upper and lower lips seemed to be stuck together and he could not smile anymore.
His face changed drastically, and he said with all his strength: "Hmm? Mmmmm!"
Lan Wangji closed his eyes, exhaled lightly, opened his eyes, and was calm again, picking up the pen again, as if nothing had happened. Wei Wuxian had heard about the Lan family's hateful silence spell, but he didn't believe it. But after fiddling with it for a long time, the corners of his mouth were scratched red, and he couldn't speak no matter what. So he copied a piece of paper, wrote quickly, and threw the paper over. Lan Wangji took a look and said, "Boring." He crumpled it into a ball and threw it away.
Wei Wuxian was so angry that he rolled over on the mat, then he got up and wrote a new one, slapping it in front of Lan Wangji, which was crumpled up and thrown away.
The spell of silence was not lifted until he finished copying. The next day, when he came to the library, all the paper balls that were thrown all over the floor the day before were collected.
Wei Wuxian always forgets the pain after the wound heals. He had just suffered a loss of silence the day before, and after sitting for a while, he felt itchy again. He just said a few words without knowing whether to live or die, and was banned again. Since he couldn't speak, he scribbled on the paper and stuffed it into Lan Wangji's hand, which was then crumpled into a ball and thrown to the ground. The same thing happened on the third day.
After being silenced so many times, on the last day of facing the wall to reflect on his mistakes, Wei Wuxian seemed a little strange to Lan Wangji.
During the time he came to Gusu, he had been throwing his sword around all the time, and he had never been seen carrying it properly. But today, he took it and put it on the desk. This was completely contrary to his usual habit of harassing Lan Wangji in every way. He sat down and started writing without saying a word, and was almost weirdly obedient.
Lan Wangji had no reason to silence him, but instead looked at him twice, as if he didn't believe that he had suddenly become obedient. Sure enough, not long after they sat down, Wei Wuxian's old illness recurred, and he handed him a piece of paper, motioning for him to read it.
Lan Wangji thought it was just some random and boring words, but when he glanced at it, he saw a portrait. Sitting upright, leaning against the window and reading quietly, his features and expressions were so lifelike, it was exactly himself.
Seeing that he didn't look away immediately, Wei WuXian raised his lips, raised his eyebrows and blinked. No words were needed, the meaning was obvious: Is it similar? Is it good?
Lan Wangji said slowly, “You have this free time, but you don’t copy books, but instead you paint. I don’t think you will ever be able to lift the ban.”
Wei WuXian blew away the ink marks that had not yet dried, and said nonchalantly, “I have already finished copying, so I won’t come tomorrow!”
Lan Wangji's slender fingers brushing against the yellowish scroll seemed to pause for a moment before he turned to the next page, not even stopping him from speaking. Seeing that he couldn't play tricks, Wei Wuxian threw the painting away and said, "I'll give it to you."
The painting was thrown on the mat, and Lan Wangji had no intention of taking it. These days, all the papers that Wei Wuxian had written to scold him, please him, admit his mistakes, beg for mercy, and scribble on were treated like this. He was used to it and didn't care. Suddenly, he said, "I forgot, I have to add something for you."
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After saying that, he picked up the paper and the pen, added two strokes in three strokes, looked at the painting, then looked at the real person, and laughed to the ground. Lan Wangji put down the scroll and took a glance. It turned out that he added a flower to his temples in the painting.
The corners of his mouth seemed to twitch. Wei WuXian climbed up and said, “Boring, right? I knew you were going to say boring. Can you change the word? Or add two more words?”
Lan Wangji said coldly: "Extremely boring."
Wei WuXian clapped his hands: “As expected, you added two words. Thank you!”
Lan Wangji retracted his gaze, picked up the book that had just been placed on the table, and opened it again. He only glanced at it, then threw it away as if it had been licked by a tongue of fire.
He was originally reading a Buddhist scripture, but when he opened it just now, all he saw were naked figures entangled in each other, which was disgusting. The book he was originally reading was replaced by a pornographic picture disguised as a Buddhist scripture.
It didn’t take much thought to know who had done this. It must have been someone who took advantage of the time when he was distracted by the painting. Besides, Wei Wuxian had no intention of hiding it at all. He was still slamming the table and laughing wildly: “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
The book was thrown to the ground. Lan Wangji retreated to the corner of the library as if he was avoiding a snake or a scorpion, and roared in anger: "Wei Ying——!"
Wei WuXian almost rolled under the desk with laughter, and finally raised his hand: “Here! I’m here!”
Lan Wangji suddenly drew out the Bichen Sword. Since they met, Wei Wuxian had never seen him lose his composure like this. He quickly grabbed his sword, drew it out of the sheath, and reminded him: "Dress up! Second Master Lan! Pay attention to your dress! I also brought a sword today. If we fight, your library will be in trouble!" He had expected that Lan Wangji would get angry and embarrassed, so he carried a sword on his back to defend himself to avoid being stabbed to death by Lan Wangji in anger. Lan Wangji pointed the sword at him, and his pale eyes almost spewed fire: "Who are you!"
Wei WuXian said, “What else can I be? A man!”
Lan Wangji scolded: "Shame on you!"
Wei WuXian said, “Are you embarrassed about this? Don’t tell me you’ve never seen something like this. I don’t believe it.”
Lan Wangji’s only weakness was that he couldn’t curse. After holding it in for a long while, he pointed his sword at him, his face full of frost: “Get out. We’ve fought.”
Wei Wuxian shook his head repeatedly and pretended to be obedient: "No, no. Don't you know, Master Lan? Private fighting is prohibited in the Cloud Recesses." He was about to pick up the book that was thrown out, but Lan Wangji rushed over and snatched it in his hand. Wei Wuxian's mind turned, guessing that he was going to use this evidence to report him, and deliberately said: "What are you snatching? I thought you didn't want to read it. Are you going to read it again? In fact, you don't have to snatch it if you want to read it. I borrowed it specially for you. After you have seen my erotic pictures, you are my friend. We can continue to communicate, and there are more..."
Lan Wangji's face turned pale, and he said word by word: "I. Won't. Look."
Wei WuXian continued to twist right and wrong: “If you don’t want to read it, then why did you snatch it? Keep it for yourself? That won’t do. I borrowed it from someone else, so you have to return it after you’re done… Hey, hey, hey, don’t come over here. I’m getting nervous if you get too close. We can talk it out. You don’t want to hand it over, do you? To whom? To your uncle? Second Master Lan, can you give something like this to an elder in the clan? He will definitely suspect that you’ve seen it first. You’re so shameless, aren’t you going to die of shame…”
Lan Wangji poured his spiritual power into his right hand, and the book broke into thousands of pieces, which fell from the sky. Wei Wuxian felt relieved after he had successfully provoked him to destroy the body and the evidence. He pretended to be sorry and said, "What a waste of natural resources!" He picked up a piece of paper that fell on his hair and showed it to Lan Wangji, who was so angry that his face turned pale, "Lan Zhan, you are good in everything except throwing things around. Tell me, how many paper balls have you thrown on the ground these days? Today, throwing paper balls is not enough for you, so you tear up the paper. You have to clean up the pieces yourself. I don't care." Of course, he never cared.
Lan Wangji endured it again and again, but finally he could no longer endure it and shouted angrily: “Get out!”
Wei Wuxian said, "You are so good, Lan Zhan. They say you are a gentleman who is a shining pearl in the world, and you are the most sensible and polite. It turns out that you are just like this. Don't you know that noise is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses? And you actually told me to 'get out'. Is this the first time you use such a word to someone..." Lan Wangji drew his sword and stabbed him. Wei Wuxian quickly jumped onto the windowsill: "Get out if you want to. I am the best at getting out. No need to send me off!"
He jumped down from the library, laughing like a madman, and rushed into the woods, where a group of people were waiting for him. Nie Huaisang asked, "How was it? Did he read it? What was his expression?"
Wei WuXian asked, “What’s that expression? Hey! He yelled so loudly just now, didn’t you hear it?”
Nie Huaisang said with a look of admiration: "I heard it, he told you to get lost! Brother Wei, this is the first time I heard Lan Wangji tell someone to get lost! How did you do it?"
Wei WuXian was beaming with pride, “Congratulations! Today I helped him break this ban. You see, Second Young Master Lan’s praised self-restraint and upbringing are completely vulnerable in front of me.”
Jiang Cheng cursed with a dark face: "What are you so proud of! What is there to be proud of! Is it glorious to be told to get lost? It's really embarrassing for our family!"
Wei WuXian said, “I wanted to admit my mistake to him, but he ignored me. He has forbidden me to talk for so many days, so what’s wrong with me teasing him? I gave him the book out of kindness. It’s a pity that you, Brother HuaiSang, have such a precious erotic book. I haven’t finished reading it yet, it’s so exciting! Lan Zhan is really unromantic, he wasn’t happy even after I showed it to him, what a waste of his face.”
Nie Huaisang said: "It's not a pity! We can have as many as you want."
Jiang Cheng sneered: "You have offended Lan Wangji and Lan Qiren. You will die tomorrow! No one will collect your body."
Wei WuXian waved his hand and hooked Jiang Cheng’s shoulder: “Don’t worry about it. Let’s tease him first. You’ve collected corpses for me so many times, this time won’t be a big deal.”
Jiang Cheng kicked him and said, "Get lost! Next time you do something like this, don't let me know! And don't ask me to come and see!"