Chapter 22:

Wei Lan is a woman who can go where things go. Although the feminist heart reminds her how shame it is to be beaten by a man, she is still calm, being held by Xie Zichen. Since she can't change it, it's better to do something to make herself. Happy things.
She quietly looked at Xie Zichen's Ruyu face, and suddenly remembered the scene just now: "You fed poison on the dagger?"
"Yeah." Xie Zichen nodded.
If at first it was speculation that Xie Zichen was related to the assassination, then it was almost certain at the moment. Why enter with a poisonous dagger? There are two in one area.
Wei Lan tickled the corner of her mouth, feeling that she had chosen this lord, which seemed quite interesting. She looked at Xie Zichen holding her to find the way seriously, and couldn't help sighing, "Actually, I can go by myself."
Xie Zichen ignored her and didn't want to talk about this topic at all. Wei Lan knew that he couldn't change his mind, so he said, "Then you can unlock the acupuncture points for me, you are very tired of holding me like this."
Hearing Wei Lan compromised, Xie Zichen let her go. Wei Lan raised her inner hand and hooked Xie Zichen's neck, and her body straightened slightly, allowing Xie Zichen's hand that had originally held her shoulders to slide onto her waist.
Her waist is slender and soft, which is different from ordinary men, as if it has a wonderful curve. With two hands on her waist, she can just hold her waist firmly.
Thinking of that picture, Xie Zichen's thoughts suddenly became confused. He heard the other party leaning on him, and continued to ask serious things: "Such a big movement, wait for Xie Jie to come to you for a while, do you want to follow him?"
"I have a deep love for Wang Wanqing," Xie Zichen's expression remained unchanged, and said calmly, "Why not?"
"Then," Wei Lan's eyes deepened, and she said calmly, "You still have a deep love for Wang Wanqing now?"
"Never."
There was a trace of disgust in Xie Zichen's eyes, and before Wei Lan spoke again, he continued: "A man was born in the world, and he should make contributions and stay in history. Now you and I are only fourteen, so you don't need to think about it too much."
Upon hearing this, Wei Lan couldn't help but smile. If a woman said this to her, she would probably feel that the other party was very ambitious and would drink three games with her. However, when she heard a man say such things, she just felt that this man was extraordinarily cute.
How can men and women be the same?
Even if it has changed a society, a different era, and after seeing so many outstanding men in these eras, Wei Lan still feels from the bottom that the men here are just changing the stage.
They are weak, they are vain, they are irritable, all the shortcomings of men are carved in their bones, even if they wear a gorgeous robe, they can't cover them.
Maybe there are so many good and respectable men. However, for most men, as long as they are raised like canaries for several years, it is estimated that they will not be any different from the men of Wei Lan's time.
These thoughts were deeply ingrained in Wei Lan's mind, so she couldn't take a normal view of what Xie Zichen said. She smiled casually in his arms, and said softly: "You are too strong."
Hearing this, Xie Zichen shuddered from his heart.
He decided to shut up and didn't want to say another word to this neurosis!
Halfway around holding Wei Lan, he ran into the guards who came to save people. They rushed over on horseback and knelt before the prince. The prince had completely calmed down at this moment, and after calling for a waiver, he made everyone stand up.
Xie Zichen picked up a horse and put Wei Lan on it. Then he turned to the prince and said, "His Royal Highness, let's send Wei Shizi home first."
The prince nodded, and then said: "Settle Wei Shizi, you come to my side."
"Yes." Xie Zichen guessed that the prince wanted to ask him about the matter this time, and he responded seriously, and then planned to go back and send Wei Lan back. However, as soon as she turned around, she saw that Wei Lan had left with a lively horse and dyed ink.
Looking at Wei Lan's back, Xie Zichen mounted his horse and chased him out.
Seeing Xie Zichen who was catching up, Wei Lan couldn't help frowning, and subconsciously said: "If you don't fight with the prince, what is he doing after chasing?"
"Probably..." Ranmo analyzed seriously: "Don't worry about the master?"
Hearing this, Wei Lan's face turned dark, and she couldn't help but say, "What's so uneasy about being hurt like this? A man is hypocritical!"
When she said this, Xie Zichen just caught up, glanced at her faintly, and said indifferently: "The son is so cruel that he even scolds himself, and I admire him."
"Thanks to the fourth son of Xie for his kindness," Wei Lan saw him walking side by side with her, her heart collapsed, but she reluctantly insisted: "Thank the fourth son, go back."
"You were injured to save me," Xie Zichen's expression was flat: "I should do to protect you from illness."
But I don't like being hugged by men!
Don't like being sent home by a man!
Wei Lan sighed in her heart, but she couldn't say it. Turning his head blankly, Wei Lan subconsciously beat the horse faster, Xie Zichen frowned, but didn't say anything.
When he arrived in front of her tent, Wei Lan neatly rolled over and got off her horse, maintaining her last demeanor, and arching her hand towards Xie Zichen: "Thanks to the fourth son for his kindness, Lan is no longer a problem, the fourth son can rest assured to do his thing.
Xie Zichen didn't speak, but looked at her up and down, and saw that she was still standing upright, nodded and left.
Wei Lan let out a sigh of relief and Dye Mo hurried up to support her. Wei Lan was helped by Dye Mo into the house. After taking off her coat, she washed the wound with Dye Mo, then took a bandage and tied it carefully.
After he was tied up, he put on the protective goggles on his chest again, dyed the ink, took the spare clothes, and changed them to Wei Lan. Then he listened to the outside saying: "Earth son, the royal doctor your Royal Highness has asked for has arrived."
"No need." Wei Lan lay in the room and said lightly: "I'm fine, please go back to the doctor."
After the imperial doctor left, the ink staining finally broke out. While paying attention to whether there is someone outside, he nagging: "Sir, are you impatient? Tell me if you are impatient! Then the tiger catches Xie Si and he catches him. What are you involved in? "
"I'm a woman after all," Wei Lan closed her eyes and said lazily: "Where is there any reason to watch a man in danger and not help? Moreover, Xie Si is still the person I like, even the man I like. Can't protect me, what kind of woman?"
"Forget it," Yanmo threw the blood-stained veil into the copper basin, turned and walked out, dissatisfied: "If you want to pet it, I can't stop it."
After finishing speaking, dyeing ink took the basin and walked out. As soon as he went out, he saw Xie Tong hurried over.
At the sight of the ink stain, Xie Tong's face turned red in an instant, but he still bite the bullet and said in a low voice: "My master asked me to report to your family. Xie Jie is looking for him. He has gone."
Ranmo nodded and said blankly: "I see."
After speaking, splash the water on the ground, turn around and walk into the tent. Seeing that Ranmo had no expression on his face, Xie Tong let out a sigh of relief, feeling that the other party must have not recognized himself. However, while relaxing, Ran Mo suddenly stopped and looked at his face.
Xie Tong immediately became vigilant, but saw that the other party frowned and said seriously: "What do you do when you see me with such a blushing face?"
"Could it be," Ranmo thought seriously: "Do you like me?"
Xie Tong: "!!!"
Seeing Xie Tong's shocked expression, Ranmo sighed, shook his head and said, "Well, you don't like me. I just asked casually."
With that, she rolled up the curtain and walked into the tent, thinking sadly.
No man has liked her yet. When will she return to her normal status as a girl and accept a man's courtship?
She is so lonely with the same maddening son every day.