[R18] The Patriarch of the Demonic Way (newly revised version) – “The Patriarch of the Demonic Way (Newly Revised Edition)” Chapter 115 [English]

Chapter 115: Part 2: Family Banquet 2

That’s what they said, but the two of them didn’t immediately find the opportunity to “try it” that night.Because, Lan Wangji first had to meet Lan Xichen, who had been in seclusion for a long time, and have a long talk.

Wei Wuxian has a strange habit recently. He likes to sleep on Lan Wangji’s body, whether lying on his back or face to face. In short, without this big living person to support him, he can’t sleep.After roguely rummaging around in the quiet room, he found a lot of things.

Lan Wangji had always done things in a rigid manner since he was a child. The calligraphy he had practiced, the paintings he had drawn, and the articles he had written were all neatly categorized and sorted by year. Wei Wuxian started reading from the copybook from when he was a child, laughing and relishing it as he turned it over. He felt a toothache when he saw Lan Qiren’s ink-brush comments.However, after flipping through thousands of pages, he only found a typo on one piece of paper. Then, Lan Wangji carefully copied the typo a hundred times on another piece of paper, which made Wei Wuxian dumbfounded: “This is so pitiful, I’m afraid I can’t even recognize the word after copying it.”

He will continue to look through these old, faintly yellowed papers, and there is a faint light on in the dark night outside the quiet room.

No footsteps were heard, but Wei Wuxian rolled onto Lan Wangji’s bed with great skill and pulled the quilt from his feet to his head.When Lan Wangji gently pushed the door open, what he saw was an illusion that the people inside were sleeping peacefully.

Lan Wangji’s movements were originally silent, but when he saw that the person had “fallen asleep”, he restrained his breath and slowly closed the door of the quiet room. After a moment of silence, he walked towards the couch.

Before he even got close, a quilt was lifted over his head and face, covering his entire upper body.

Lan Wangji: “…”

Wei Wuxian jumped down, hugged Lan Wangji, whose head and face were covered, pushed him onto the couch, and said, “Rape!”

Lan Wangji: “…”

Wei Wuxian roughly groped and tugged at He with his hands, but Lan Wangji still lay quietly, like a dead person, letting He do whatever he wanted.Wei Wuxian lost his interest after a while and said, “Hanguang-Jun, why don’t you resist? What’s the point of me raping you when you’re so motionless?”

Lan Wangji’s muffled voice came from under the quilt: “What do you want from me?”

Wei Wuxian followed the temptation well: “I held you down, and you pushed me to prevent me from pressing you down. You put your legs together and struggled hard, while screaming for help at the top of your lungs…”

Lan Wangji: “No noise is allowed in the depths of the clouds.”

Wei Wuxian: “Then you can whisper for help. Also, if I tear your clothes off, you should try your best to resist and protect your chest to prevent me from tearing them apart.”

There was silence in the quilt for a while.

After a while, Lan Wangji said, “It sounds difficult.”

Wei Wuxian: “Is it difficult?!”

Lan Wangji: “Yeah.”

Wei Wuxian said, “Then there’s nothing we can do. How about we switch? You come and use force on me…”

Before he finished speaking, the world began to spin, the quilt flew away, and Lan Wangji had pressed him onto the couch.

Because Wei Wuxian had just been smothered in the quilt for a long time, the hair tie and forehead wiping that he usually tied up meticulously were a little crooked, the black hair was slightly scattered, with a few strands hanging down, and the originally fair and jade cheeks also had a light red glow. Under the light, she looked like a shy and timid beauty.It’s a pity that this beauty’s hands are so strong that they are like fine steel hoops. Wei Wuxian was so strong that he begged for mercy and said, “Hanguang Lord, Hanguang Lord, I have a lot of you.”

Lan Wangji’s eyes remained motionless, but the two hot and bright lights in his eyes were faintly trembling, and he said calmly, “Okay.”

Wei Wuxian said, “What’s good? Stand on your head? Use force? Hey! My clothes.”

Lan Wangji said, “You said it all.”

As he spoke, he inserted his body between Wei Wuxian’s legs and pressed for a while.Wei Wuxian waited for a long time and there was no movement, so he said, “What’s wrong!”

Lan Wangji stood up slightly and said, “Why don’t you resist?”

Wei Wuxian clamped his waist with his legs to prevent him from leaving. He chuckled and said, “Oh, what can I do? As soon as you press me over, my legs can’t help but open up. I can’t close them at all. I don’t have the strength to resist. It’s hard for you and it’s hard for me… Stop, stop, come, come, let me show you something first.” heHe took out a piece of paper from his arms and said, “Lan Zhan, let me ask you, how come you can write such a simple word wrong? Why don’t you pay attention when you study? What are you thinking about all day long?”

Lan Wangji glanced at the piece of paper without saying a word, but the meaning in his eyes was obvious: Wei Wuxian, a master of errors and omissions who used crazy cursive writing and didn’t know how to cut corners, had the nerve to accuse him of writing a wrong word.

Wei Wuxian pretended not to understand he’s gaze, and continued: “Look at the year, month and day you signed the signature, let me do the math… You are already fifteen or sixteen at this time, right? You still make this kind of mistake when you are fifteen or sixteen, you…”

But when he thought carefully about the date written on the signature, it happened to coincide with the three months when he studied in Yunshen.

Wei Wuxian was immediately overjoyed, and asked deliberately, “Is it possible that Brother Lan didn’t bother thinking about writing when he was young, and just thought about me?”

Back then, Wei Wuxian was punished for copying in the library, rolling around in front of Lan Wangji all day long, holding up his body and pretending to be dead, harassing Lan Wangji in every possible way, and disturbing Lan Wangji. It was difficult not to “think” about him, but it was not “thinking” in that sense.Under such circumstances, Lan Wangji persisted tenaciously, doing his own thing while supervising, and only made one wrong word, which is really admirable.

Wei WuXian said, “Hey, why is it my fault again? You blame me again.”

“…” Lan Wangji muttered: “Your fault!”

He’s breath was confused, and he wanted to snatch the piece of paper that was a stain on his life.Wei Wuxian liked seeing He being forced to this point, so he immediately stuffed the paper deep into his clothes and said, “You can get it if you can.”

Lan Wangji put his hand in without hesitation.And don’t take it out.

Wei Wuxian: “You are so capable!”

The two of them were arguing for most of the night, and in the second half of the night, it was difficult for them to say a few serious words.

Wei Wuxian was still pressed against Lan Wangji, his face buried in the crook of his neck. He felt that the sandalwood scent on Lan Wangji was getting more and more fragrant. He looked lazily and squinted as he asked, “Is your brother okay?”

Lan Wangji put his arms around he’s bare back and touched it again and again. He was silent for a while and said, “It’s not good.”

Both of them were dripping with sweat. Wei Wuxian’s touch made him feel itchy from his skin to the bottom of his heart, and he twisted uncomfortably.

Lan Wangji whispered: “When I was in seclusion for three years, my brother always came to talk to me.”

Now it’s the other way around.

Wei Wuxian no longer had to ask what Lan Wangji was doing during the three years of seclusion.

he kissed Lan Wangji’s jade-white earlobe, pulled up the quilt on the side, and covered the two of them.

The next morning, Lan Wangji still got up on time.

In the past few months he and Wei Wuxian have been living together, they have been trying to correct Wei Wuxian’s daily routine, but it has always been in vain.After the disciples brought warm water for bathing, Lan Wangji, who was already fully dressed, peeled Wei Wuxian out of the thin quilt and carried him into the bucket. Wei Wuxian was able to continue sleeping while soaking in the water.Lan Wangji pushed him gently, and he grabbed Lan Wangji’s hand, kissed the palm and back of it a few times, put it to his face, rubbed it, and continued to sleep.When he was really tired of being pushed, he hummed twice, pulled Lan Wangji down with his eyes closed, held his cheeks and kissed him a few more times, and said vaguely: “Be good, be good, stop making trouble. Please, get up in a moment. Yes.”

Then he yawned and continued to sleep on the edge of the tub.

Although he knew that even if the house burned down, Wei Wuxian would probably just move to a different place and continue sleeping, Lan Wangji still persisted in calling him “he” every morning at midnight, and then was pecked by Hu Qin more than sixty times without changing his expression.

After taking breakfast back to the quiet room, he placed it on the desk where only pens, inks, paper and inkstones had been placed. Then he took Wei Wuxian, who was still sleeping, out of the barrel, wiped it clean, put on his clothes and tied his belt. Lan Wangji then took a book from the bookcase and sat at the desk to read slowly.

Sure enough, at the end of the day, Wei Wuxian sat up straight from the couch on time and as if sleepwalking, he touched Lan Wangji first, took it over and kneaded it twice in his arms, and then squeezed his thighs out of habit.After washing up quickly, he regained consciousness and went to the desk.Wei Wuxian took a few bites of an apple. When he saw that the lunch box was almost full of food, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said, “Isn’t your family having a family dinner today? Is it okay to eat so much first?”

Lan Wangji calmly tidied up the hair tie and forehead wipes that Wei Wuxian had just messed up, and said, “Let’s eat our food first.”

Wei Wuxian was familiar with the food at Yunshen Ignorant Place. The soup was clear and watery, and the vegetarian dishes dominated the scene. Everything was green and green, with bark, grass roots, and various medicinal materials. Every dish exuded a strange bitter taste.If not, Wei Wuxian wouldn’t have had the idea of ​​roasting the two rabbits to eat.he Most of the family banquets in our family are not full and not good enough.

Wei Wuxian knew that the Gusu Lan Sect attached great importance to certain things. Whether or not he was allowed to attend the family banquet was basically equivalent to whether or not he recognized his status as a Taoist monk. Lan Wangji and Lan Qiren must have struggled for a long time to win his qualifications. He sighed and said with a smile, “Don’t worry. I will behave well and won’t embarrass you.”

It was said to be a family banquet, but the family banquet that Yun Shen did not know was completely different from Wei Wuxian’s previous understanding of family banquets.

Yunmeng Jiang’s family banquet was held at a dozen large square tables set up in the open-air school grounds of Lotus Pier. Men, women, old and young sat around and shouted random names during the dinner.The kitchen has also been moved outside. A row of pots and stoves are blazing with flames and the aroma is soaring. You can go and get what you want to eat, as it is not enough to make it fresh.Although he has never been to the family banquet of the Lanling Jin family, his family has never hesitated to spread the extremely luxurious details, such as famous sword dances to add to the fun, coral trees and jade brewing ponds, and red brocade paving for hundreds of miles, which is eye-popping.

In comparison, the family dinner at Yun Shen Zhi Shi was neither lively nor gorgeous.

Gusu Lan’s tutors have always been frighteningly strict. They say nothing when eating or sleeping. Even if the banquet has not yet started, no one utters a word during the dinner.Except for those who have just entered the hall and greet the seniors in low voices and salute, almost no one speaks, let alone smiles.The same white clothes, the same cirrus pattern on the forehead, the same solemn or even dull expression, as if they were all carved from the same mold.

Looking at the people in the hall wearing sackcloth and mourning, Wei Wuxian pretended not to notice the surprise or unkind looks from others, and cursed, “Is this a family banquet? It’s more lifeless than a funeral.”

At this moment, Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren entered the banquet hall.Lan Wangji, who was sitting quietly next to Wei Wuxian, moved.

Lan Qiren probably got sick when he saw Wei Wuxian, so he simply chose not to look at him and looked straight ahead.Lan Xichen remained as warm as ever, with a slight smile on his lips, which made people feel like they were in spring breeze.However, whether it was due to seclusion, Wei Wuxian felt that Lord Zewu seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

After the head of the family sat down, Lan Xichen briefly said a few polite words and started the banquet.

The first dish was a soup.

It is Gusu Lan’s habit to eat soup before meals.The shape is a simple black pottery round cup, which can be held in the palm of the hand and feels smooth to the touch.When I opened the small pottery cover, I saw that there was another pile of green and yellow leaves, bark, grass roots.

Just looking at it made Wei Wuxian’s eyebrows twitch.After scooping a spoonful and putting it into his mouth, even though he was mentally prepared, he couldn’t help but close his eyes and hold his forehead.

After a while, he came back to his senses from the stupor of the huge blow to his sense of taste. He barely supported his body with his elbows and thought to himself: “…If the ancestors of the Lan family were monks, they must be ascetics.”

Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but miss the big pot full of lotus root and pork ribs soup in the school yard during the family dinner at Lotus Pier. The aroma of meat and lotus root spread for ten miles, attracting the children nearby to climb up to the wall of the Lotus Pier courtyard and peek in, drooling.In comparison, at this moment, I don’t know whether I should sympathize more with myself, who has a mouth full of bitterness, or with Lan Wangji, who grew up eating these.

But watching the other Lan family members in the hall drink the cup of medicinal soup without changing their expressions, their movements and expressions were very elegant, natural, and calm. Wei Wuxian was too embarrassed to keep most of the cup alone.Besides, among the Lan family’s three thousand, no, now it’s four thousand family rules, he remembers that there are also requirements for dietary etiquette, such as not being picky about food and leaving leftovers, and not eating more than three bowls.Although he found this kind of family rule unbelievable, he didn’t want to be spurned by Lan Qiren again so soon.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to take a sip of the strange medicinal soup, he suddenly found that the soup cup in front of him was empty.

Wei Wuxian: “???”

He couldn’t help but pick up the exquisite black pottery cup and thought to himself: “I just took a sip? Is there a hole in the bottom that leaked out?”

But the food table was clearly clean and bright, and there was no soup.

Wei Wuxian looked sideways, and Lan Wangji happened to have finished the last sip of the medicinal soup as if nothing had happened, closed the pottery lid, lowered his eyes, and dabbed the corners of his lips with a snow-white towel.

But Wei Wuxian remembered clearly that Lan Wangji had definitely finished the cup long ago.

He also discovered that Lan Wangji’s food table seemed to be much closer to him than before the banquet, as if it had been quietly moved.

Wei Wuxian: “…”

he raised his eyebrows, mouthed towards Lan Wangji and said: Hanguang-Jun, your hands are very fast, aren’t you?

Lan Wangji put down his scarf, glanced at he, and then returned his gaze calmly.