Mo Yue said that from now on, you should use a handkerchief to wipe your face, not your sleeve.
“Yes, we need to use a handkerchief,” Ban Lan muttered to herself.
Cen Ji stood in front of Ban Lan, watching her put down the wine jar, wipe her face with her sleeve, and then watch her take out a handkerchief and elegantly wipe the wine off her face.
He was at a loss. He was completely at a loss.
After a long while, Ban Lan seemed to realize that Cen Ji was standing in front of her.
She looked up at Cen Ji, who was a head taller than her.
She was still clutching Moyue's handkerchief in her hand, but now it was wet and wrinkled.
"Cen Qi, if I change for you, will you like me?" These words caused an uproar in the hall.
Why change? Cen Jiqing couldn't help but shake her head and said, "Ban Lan, I don't..."
"Shh..." she hurriedly interrupted, smiled, and said, "Just remember how to answer."
When Cen Ji realized he was being misunderstood, he tried to explain, but Ban Lan smiled and took a half-step back.
She pointed at Cen Ji: "Hero," then pointed at Wen Moyin: "Beauty." She didn't know what a hero was, but she knew that since ancient times, beauties needed heroes to accompany them.
"Very good." Ban Lan nodded with a smile, then patted her head and shrugged helplessly: "Me? Nothing at all..."
She suddenly turned her hand, pointed at the painting on the table, and said calmly, "Here's your dagger back."
After saying this, Ban Lan smashed the wine jar, kicked the stool, and, amidst the gasps of astonishment of the crowd, flew away with his head held high.
Author's Note: Let's take a look at the secret guards of Empty Mountain Ridge.
Eldest brother: Hehe, hasn't appeared yet...; Second brother: Mosheng (formerly Feng, but unfortunately he died~);
Third sister: Xiong San Niang; Fourth sister: Huang; Fifth sister: Zhai Huan; Sixth sister: He Bi; Seventh sister: Cen Ji;
Eighth Brother: The eighth day of the lunar month; Ninth Brother: Not yet appeared; Tenth Brother: Su Qiao
heading south
one,
Cen Ji stood there, motionless.
The hall was completely silent.
Wen Moyin slowly pulled down the veil, revealing her stunningly beautiful face.
A moment later, Cen Ji seemed to suddenly remember something, his whole body jolted as if electrocuted, and then he ran wildly toward the gate.
He remembered that he still owed Ban Lan an explanation.
He meant that he shook his head because he didn't want her to change, not because he didn't want to say he wouldn't like her.
He just wanted to explain, desperately wanted to explain.
He just wanted to explain.
Just as Cen Ji's figure was about to disappear, Wen Moyin finally spoke.
"Seventh Brother." Her voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for Cen Ji to hear clearly.
Cen Ji felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, and suddenly became clear-headed.
He paused, turned around, and said, "Moyin, I want to, I want to..."
Want to clear up the misunderstanding? The wedding banquet is in progress, but the groom ran away because of a misunderstanding? Cen Ji opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.
“Come back, Seventh Brother.” Wen Moyin stared intently at Cen Ji.
Cen Ji remained motionless.
"Seventh Brother, I am already your wife."
Cen Ji remained motionless.
But Wen Moyin was moved. She took light steps and walked towards Cen Ji.
Cen Ji suddenly felt that the gentleness around Wen Moyin was gradually dissipating, and he was about to transform into a stranger he did not recognize.
She walked up to Cen Ji and said slowly, "Seventh Brother, if there's any misunderstanding, I'll explain it to you another day."
As she spoke, Wen Moyin reached out and grabbed Cen Ji's wrist.
two,
The night grew deeper.
The dew was heavy, soaking the soft grass.
Huang Yi, dressed in a snow-white long dress, walked through the dense forest and bushes, and found Ban Lan on a towering locust tree.
Ban Lan sat on a branch of the giant locust tree, her head resting against the trunk, seemingly dozing or meditating.
The moonlight shone brightly on her pale, haggard face, which looked lonely and weary.
A breeze occasionally blew by, ruffling Huang's long hair and blurring her vision.
She bent down, picked up a fallen leaf, and said softly, "People grow thinner with autumn, it's true."
Ban Lan opened her eyes and said, "You've come."
Huang said, "It was really not easy to find you in such a large Azure Phoenix Forest."
Ban Lan asked, "Why are you looking for me?"
Huang said, "Lost children must be found."
Ban Lan said, "I am not a child."
Huang said, "To me, you are."
Ban Lan remained silent.
After a long while, she softly called out, "Phoenix."
"Um?"
"Can you tell me your story with Feng?"
...
"Can't."
"Oh..." Ban Lan sighed in disappointment, jumped down from the tree, and lazily stretched out her arms to hug Huang.
Huang stood with her hands behind her back, while Ren Banlan clung to her like an octopus.
"Hmm...alive is better than a tree trunk," Ban Lan muttered.
Nonsense! Huang simply ignored her.
"How is Mosheng?" Ban Lan asked.
"Go to sleep. You'll recover after a while," Huang said calmly.
"Will you be like any other child from now on?" Ban Lan asked.
"Um."
"That's great." Ban Lan straightened up, looked up at the sky, and after a long while, said, "Huang, I'm not afraid of the dark anymore."
“I know,” Huang said.
Why do they run into the deep forest every night, just to toughen themselves up?
Huang looked helplessly at the increasingly thin girl and said, "Let's go back. The night breeze is too cold."
Ban Lan looked at Huang sadly and repeated, "Huang, I'm not afraid of the dark anymore."
“I know,” Huang replied again.
"But why can I learn to face the darkness, but not to forget him?" Ban Lan spoke very softly, so softly that Huang thought she was talking in her sleep.
Huang lowered her eyes, not wanting to see the expression on Ban Lan's face, because she felt that it shouldn't belong to her.
"Let's go back. Let's go back to Fish Eye Valley."
Ban Lan was taken aback: "Huang? You..."
Huang looked up and said, "I have Mosheng, that's enough."
Ban Lan stared intently into Huang's eyes.
“Just like your name,” Huang patted her shoulder, “you belong to a vibrant world, not the silent Azure Phoenix Forest.”
"So, let's go back to Fish Eye Valley."
"Fish Eye Valley." Ban Lan gently savored these three words.
Yes, she's been out for a long time. I wonder how much good wine Master has secretly hidden away from her.
Suddenly, Banlan felt that she missed Wei Li.
three,
Aside from Zhai Huan, Ban Lan also didn't have a good impression of Su Qiao.