Lan Yin Bi Yue Extra Chapters

Chapter 85

Ning Lang stopped once he was pulled away, and remained silent with his head down.

Yuwen Luo tried to turn Ning Lang around by his shoulders so they could talk face to face, but Ning Lang refused to turn around no matter what. So he jumped in front of Ning Lang, but Ning Lang lowered his head and turned around again. After this happened several times, Yuwen Luo suddenly understood. He stood quietly behind Ning Lang and after a while, he pulled Ning Lang to sit down in a nearby pavilion. He didn't say anything, but just looked at the white clouds in the sky.

The sun shines brightly under a clear blue sky, but the mountain breeze is chilly. The warmth of the sun on your body is instantly blown away by the mountain breeze, leaving only a chill.

That day, they sat there for an unknown amount of time before Qu Huailiu finally found them and took them to Yunming Palace. There, they met Lan Qi, Ming Er, and Feng Yi, who had already returned.

Looking at Lan Qi, Ning Lang opened his mouth several times, but in the end he only asked, "Is your injury healed?"

"Yes, that's about it," Lan Qi replied.

"Oh." Then Ning Lang lowered his head and stopped talking.

They had never seen Ning Lang so sullen before, so they were all a little surprised. They looked at each other, and finally looked at Yuwen Luo.

Yuwen Luo turned his gaze to Lan Qi without saying a word.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? Why don't you go and eat first?" The Second Young Master Ming was more understanding.

So he summoned palace servants to serve them a meal. Ning Lang walked in front, and Yuwen Luo walked behind. After they went out the door, he deliberately slowed his pace.

"You're just beginning to taste sorrow. You've committed quite a sin." Sure enough, Ming Er said.

“Sigh…” It was rare to hear Lan Qi’s soft sigh. Then she said, “I have done a lot of bad things, but I have always taken them lightly. Only when it comes to him… I always seem to feel a little reluctant.”

But then Feng Yi said softly, "Ning Lang is a rare and kind person. It wouldn't be a bad thing for you to marry him."

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Luo, who was outside the door, felt a pang of emotion and quickly walked a few steps to catch up with Ning Lang. Therefore, he did not hear what was said afterward.

“Brother, we knew we didn’t need that kind of thing when we were five, didn’t we?” Lan Qi said, turning to look at Ming Er as she spoke.

Ming Er lifted the teacup lid, and a wave of steam immediately filled his face, blurring his expression, though a slight smile appeared on his lips.

On that day, Ning Lang and Yuwen Luo settled down in Yunming Palace.

Yunming Palace was originally the residence of Yun Wuyai, but after Lan Qi came here to heal his injuries, he moved to another palace. Later, Ming Er came, and Ming Ying, Ming Luo, Lan Qi, and Lan Qi also came, so this place became the residence of the Ming and Lan families.

That night, Ning Lang tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The next day, early in the morning, after breakfast, Yuwen Luo took Ning Lang to tour the Beique Palace. The green peaks and white clouds seemed within reach, the blue sea and sky were incredibly magnificent, and the palaces were layered and beautiful. Yuwen Luo was delighted and pleased, but Ning Lang still did not smile.

So, Yuwen Luo lost interest. Seeing his expression, he pulled him to sit down in front of a pavilion. After sitting quietly for a while, Yuwen Luo suddenly said, "Ning Lang, Seventh Young Master is definitely a woman."

He thought Ning Lang would be overjoyed to hear this, but to his surprise, there was no reaction for a long time.

“Ning Lang?” Yuwen Luo nudged him.

“I know,” Ning Lang said softly.

"Huh?" This time it was Yuwen Luo's turn to be surprised. He thought to himself, when did this silly boy figure it out? He only became certain after hearing Feng Yi's words yesterday.

“I just felt in my heart that she was a woman,” Ning Lang murmured in reply.

"Oh." Yuwen Luo looked at him, only to find him staring blankly at one spot, motionless. Following his gaze, she saw a cluster of small purple flowers, blooming exceptionally beautifully even in the cold weather. Looking at him, she thought for a long while before cautiously asking, "Ning Lang, you...like Seventh Young Master, right?"

Ning Lang did not answer, but stared at the purple flower in a daze.

Seeing his expression, Yuwen Luo knew without a word that he was deeply in love. Then, for some reason, he thought of his brother and felt a pang of sadness. He made up his mind and said, "Ning Lang, after you return to the dynasty, you should go to your parents and your master and tell them that you will marry no one but Lan Canyin in this life. Then, you should go to the Lan family in Yunzhou with drums and gongs and a bridal sedan chair. As long as Seventh Young Master is willing to have a wedding ceremony with you, then she will be your wife for life and will always belong to you."

"Huh?" Ning Lang stopped staring blankly and turned to look at Yuwen Luo with wide eyes in utter surprise.

Yuwen Luo, however, spoke to him with an unprecedented seriousness: "Although Seventh Young Master is wicked and willful, and sees everyone as worthless, you are different in her heart. Ning Lang, she herself admitted it; she can't bear to hurt you. This one and only difference in the world, Ning Lang, is your advantage! No matter how much she disdains promises, once she marries you, she will never go back on her word, and she will be your wife for life. So, Ning Lang, you must hurry, before everything changes, before your engagement is dissolved, and marry her!"

Ning Lang, although her reluctance may not necessarily be love, since she can treat you differently, feelings will naturally develop over time. Marrying her is better than you living a life of depression without being able to marry her. Yuwen Luo didn't say these words.

However, Yuwen Luo was unaware of what Ning Lang had said to Lan Qi in the secluded valley that day, and he was also unaware of Lan Qi's panic and fear at that moment.

Ning Lang was stunned, sitting there motionless for a long time. It was something that seemed unattainable to him, yet he dreamed of it day and night.

Unbeknownst to them, someone sat by the window in the attic, simply reading a book in the winter sun, when they overheard these words. After hearing them, this person, who had never been one to be bothered by anything, felt uneasy for the first time in their life.

Is this the only one in the world that's different? Ming Er curled his lips, stood up, and leaped out of the back window, leaving the attic.

In front of the pavilion, Ning Lang remained sitting, lost in thought, with Yuwen Luo quietly keeping him company.

Ming Er strolled leisurely through the North Palace.

Two figures approached from afar. Ming Er glanced at them, his eyes darting around. He raised his hand and pressed it to his chest, a trickle of blood slowly seeping from the corner of his lips. He continued walking forward.

"Second Young Master." Lan Yi and Lan Yi bowed respectfully upon seeing him. But Ming Er showed no reaction whatsoever; his face was ashen, blood trickling from his lips, and he simply walked past them. The two were puzzled and turned to look, only to see him walking unsteadily, as if he might collapse at any moment.

The two looked at each other, and then Lan said, "Judging from his appearance, he seems to be seriously injured."

"Could it be that he was injured in his duel with Young Master Yun?" Lan wondered. These past few days, Yun Wuyai had repeatedly sought out Ming Er to test their martial arts skills. Their abilities were evenly matched, with each gaining and losing. Could it be that this time they both gave it their all, resulting in a mutual defeat? Then…

The two exchanged a glance.

“At this moment…” Lan’s eyes lit up.

"Seventh Young Master once said that Ming Er must be killed, no matter what means are used," Lan Ze said.

"So why not give it a try? Even if we lose, it's just a joke. A young master of the Ming family can't take our subordinates seriously." Lan smiled slyly, truly worthy of being someone trained by the Seventh Young Master Lan.

"rational."

Before Lan could finish speaking, she had already rushed towards Ming Er. She was as fast as lightning and as swift as the wind. In the blink of an eye, Lan was behind Ming Er. With a flick of her hand, a flash of cold light disappeared into his back.

The tangible sensation of the blade piercing flesh filled Ke Lan's eyes, leaving him stunned. He never expected such a successful strike. He pulled out the dagger, blood gushing forth, while Ming Er let out a muffled groan and collapsed to the ground, silent forever.

"You...you really succeeded in your sneak attack?" Lan walked over, her eyes wide as she stared at Ming Er lying on the ground, utterly incredulous. This was someone even the Lan family's Fiend Spirit couldn't kill, someone even Lan Qi Shao had repeatedly failed to harm! With his skill, he actually...she had already prepared her expression and words for the failed sneak attack! "He...you really stabbed him?"

Lan paused for a moment, then crouched down, first touching the blood on Ming Er's back with her fingertips—it was warm. She then brought it to her nose and smelled it; it was human blood. Turning to look at Lan, she exclaimed in utter astonishment, "I really stabbed him!"

"Then quickly check if he's dead. If not, finish him off with ten or eight more sword strikes," Lan said again.

So, Lan checked Ming'er's breathing first, then his pulse on the side of his neck, and finally his chest. Then he was stunned. "He's really not breathing. He's really dead."

"Huh?" Lan Yi didn't believe it, so she went to investigate herself. Then she was dumbfounded, staring at Lan Yi, "We killed Young Master Ming?!"

"What should we do?" Lan asked her.

"What should we do?" Lan asked him.

The two of them were both stunned.

At this moment, having killed the renowned Second Young Master Ming, whose martial arts skills were legendary, they felt no excitement, only immense fear.

"Go tell Seventh Young Master first." The two said in unison, then quickly got up, ignoring Ming Er on the ground, and flew straight to Yunming Palace.

Inside the Cloud Palace, Lan Qi had just gotten up from the warm jade bed and was holding a cup of hot tea while eating several plates of exquisite pastries.

"Seventh Young Master! Seventh Young Master! Young Master Ming is dead!"

"Lan?? Lan??!" Lan?? shouted in a panic as she rushed into the Cloud-Ming Palace.

*Smash!* The cup body and lid scraped together with a sharp sound.

"Huh?" Lan Qi looked up at them, as if she hadn't heard clearly.

"Young Master Ming is dead!" Lan and Lan exclaimed in unison once again.

*Snap!* Another ear-piercing sound.

"Hmm?" Lan Qi blinked her emerald eyes, as if she didn't understand.

"Seventh Young Master, we've killed the Second Young Master!" Lan... Lan... this time, her voice was much softer.

"What are you saying?" Lan Qibi's eyes held a strange expression.

“He… just now, judging from his appearance, he seemed to be seriously injured. We guessed it was the result of his duel with Young Master Yun, so…” Lan said.

"Seventh Young Master, we were just... trying it out. We didn't take it seriously, but who knew... who knew that Second Young Master Ming couldn't dodge that sword, and somehow... he was really stabbed to death by us," Lan continued.

For some reason, a chill ran through the two of them. Logically, they should feel a great sense of accomplishment for killing such a powerful figure, and they had also accomplished what Seventh Young Master had always failed to do. They should be happy, but they couldn't muster any excitement.

"With your skills... you killed him?" Lan Qi seemed extremely puzzled.

"It's true!" Lan said, her heart pounding with anxiety.

"I checked myself just now, and it's true... dead!" Lan could even hear her own heartbeat.

"Oh." Lan Qi responded softly. After a while, she suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Good! Good! Good! Hahaha... That's great! You've done a good job. You'll be richly rewarded when you return to the Lan family! Go down now."

"Yes." Lan??, Lan?? retreated as if fleeing for their lives.

Inside the room, Lan Qi held a cup, which jingled incessantly. She raised her left hand to hold down her trembling right hand and murmured, "I must be too happy."

But it wasn't just his right hand that was trembling; his left hand was trembling uncontrollably. Bang! The cup finally fell to the ground and shattered into pieces instantly.

Lan Qi looked at the shattered teacup on the ground and suddenly felt a pang in her heart, as if her own heart had been broken by that fall.

What's going on? Lan Qi pressed her hand to her chest. This feeling... felt just like it did years ago, when she knew her brother would never come back.

"What happened?" Lan Qi murmured, hugging herself as if she were cold and slowly squatting down on the ground.

"No...no...that fake immortal is so fond of deceiving people, I have to go and verify it myself..."

He kept saying this, but he couldn't move at all.

“Fake immortal…I…I have to go…” He reached out and picked up a piece of broken porcelain, clutching it tightly in his palm. Blood instantly seeped out, but the pain helped him clear his mind. He shook his head vigorously, clearing away all the confusion, and looked around, searching for the palace entrance…

Suddenly, she stood up abruptly, looked at the window and shouted sharply, "Come out!"

Then, the window opened, and the Second Young Master Ming gracefully and calmly flew down.

"You!" Lan Qi's eyes flashed with dazzling light for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, her face turned cold. "Why aren't you dead yet, you fake immortal!"

Ming Er, however, was not offended. He simply smiled at her and asked, "Do you understand?"

"Hmph!" Lan Qi snorted coldly.

"So you finally understand." The Second Young Master Ming's demeanor was now incredibly elegant and serene, his eyes clearer and brighter than ever before, as he slowly smiled and said, "Neither of us can kill the other."

Lan Qi's eyes flashed upon hearing this, then he gritted his teeth and uttered, word by word, "Who says it's not allowed?" Before he finished speaking, he had already moved closer, his jade fan pressed against Ming Er's neck. "I'll do it myself!"

"Oh?" Ming Er glanced down at her, remaining motionless, his smile serene and his expression calm.

Blood slowly seeped from his neck, flowing down the fan ribs. The fan handle was also stained with blood, the blood that had flowed from Lan Qi holding the broken porcelain. The blood on the fan ribs gushed down, leaving streaks of bright red on the fan surface, eventually merging with the blood on the handle before dripping onto the ground.

Lan Qi gripped the jade fan tighter and tighter, her emerald eyes flashing with a myriad of thoughts.

More blood flowed, spreading across the ground like a beautiful crimson flower.

Ming Er raised his hand and grasped Lan Qi's hand holding the fan, holding the warm blood on that hand. His fingertips traced the uneven scars on the back of that hand, and his gaze locked onto those bright, clear eyes, like jade soaked in water. He said, "Actually, you should have understood that day if you hadn't let go."

Lan Qi was stunned upon hearing this, staring blankly at him.

A moment later, she withdrew her hand and said, "Damn it!" Her green eyes glared hatefully at Ming Er, "That fake immortal deserves to be torn to pieces!"