Chapter 55:

The first place in this exam fell on Xie Zichen, everyone's mood was very complicated, especially when seeing that the emperor changed his mind because of the so-called "national teacher", everyone's mood was even more complicated.
After the emperor praised Xie Zichen, he finally felt exhausted and drove back to the palace. After the emperor left, everyone crowded around Xie Zichen and Wei Lan. Wei Lan was actually a bit tired, but she never lost her grace in front of men, so she said to Su Cheng who did not live with them: "Your Highness, It’s already late at night, so let’s take you back to the palace."
Su Cheng listened to this, looked at the person in front of him, bent slightly in front of him, stretched out his hand to set aside a way for him, his heart softened a little bit. But he still snorted coldly on his face, shook the fan and said: "Come on, you can't even get a capital of Quebec, it's useless!"
Wei Lan smiled helplessly. It was regrettable that she couldn't enter Yushitai, but it was Xie Zichen who lost it, and she didn't feel any discomfort anymore. She is always more tolerant of men.
Following Su Cheng, she said goodbye to everyone and was about to leave, so she listened to the humanity behind her: "Wei Lan!"
Wei Lan turned her head and saw Xie Zichen pushing away from the crowd, walking towards her, stopped in front of her, and solemnly said, "I have something to discuss with you."
Wei Lan saw Xie Zichen's look, looked at Su Cheng, and thought about what Xie Zichen might have, and gave Su Cheng an apologetic smile and said, "His Royal Highness, it seems that I can't send His Highness back to the palace tonight."
Su Cheng did not respond to her, sneered, and stepped away.
Seeing Su Cheng's temper, Wei Lan shook her head and smiled bitterly, then turned to look at Xie Zichen and said, "Talk while walking."
After speaking, the two said goodbye to the people present and went back to the dormitory together. Wang Xi and Lin Che were still discussing the exam questions at the back. Wei Lan and Xie Zichen walked slowly in front. Wei Lan was holding the palace lantern, reminding Xie Zichen to light up, reminding him to be careful of what is under his feet, and he was extremely considerate. Xie Zichen couldn't say what he was feeling for a while, he loved this person's thoughtfulness, and hated his thoughtfulness.
"Today's matter is not my pre-arrangement, it is Xu Fu who is good at advocating." Xie Zichen opened his mouth first, glanced at the people arguing behind him, and glanced at her calf. Wei Lan was a little confused, but immediately understood what Xie Zichen was referring to, and couldn't help but smile: "Don't worry, Zichen, there is nothing wrong with Xia. Zichen is resourceful and convincing, but she didn't expect it," Wei Lan looked into the distance, eyes There was a little smile inside, but the smile floated on the face, but it didn't reach the bottom of the eyes, and it was a little desolate: "This world is really big."
There are slutty men, and there are men who are more talented than her.
There are surprises and surprises everywhere.
Xie Zichen watched Wei Lan quietly, without saying anything. After a long time, he finally said, "Do you still have abdominal pain today?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Lan turned black. Xie Zichen didn't wait for Wei Lan's answer, a little nervous, and continued: "Your calf injury is healed?"
"Alright." Wei Lan took a deep breath: "Thank you Zichen for your concern."
Xie Zichen nodded and wanted to say more, but for a while, he didn't know how to speak. He actually had so many things to say, and he was so bored in his heart that he couldn't say anything. He looked sideways at the people next to him, and the other person raised his hand and brushed his hair, his eyes were clear and unburdened. His heart was sour and sour, but after a long time, he said: "You are really good to your Highness."
"He is my master," Wei Lan smiled, and said indifferently: "Can it be OK?"
"Just because he is your master?"
"Um..." Wei Lan touched her nose a little embarrassedly: "Good-looking, maybe it's also a reason."
Hearing this, Xie Zichen felt as if he had been punched in the chest, making him almost breathless. In fact, he has always known that Wei Lan has such a temper. Seeing that the individual looks good, he can post it upside down and take every possible care.
"You act like this," he couldn't help but said, "Don't cause trouble."
"Don't worry," Wei Lan raised her eyebrows and vowed: "I have experience, you don't have to worry about it."
Xie Zichen felt even worse. He let out a foul breath: "How much experience do you have?"
Wei Lan frowned, thought for a while, but shook her head: "I can't remember clearly."
She couldn't remember the man she fought.
Xie Zichen's face remained calm, but his mentality was even more uncomfortable. However, his face was still calm and he could not see the emotions at all. Wei Lan turned her head and saw the tall and thin young man on his side. His pale and cold face was as cold as an immortal in the night, making people unable to look away.
I have seen so many men, this one is the most beautiful.
Wei Lan sighed regretfully, and tried to say, "However, if Zichen is willing to change his mind and consider marrying me, I can turn back the prodigal son."
Xie Zichen turned to look at her. Her eyes were full of sincerity. After a while, he hooked his mouth, but said: "I don't believe it."
"You and me for the rest of my life," Xie Zichen lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Let's be brothers."
I keep my heart for a lifetime, and I protect your person for a lifetime.
Wei Lan, who was accustomed to rejection, smiled indifferently. She guessed and guessed that Xie Zichen would say that, turning the folding fan in her hand, and changing the subject: "Last time you didn't answer me, you really want to marry Wang Wanqing. ?"
Xie Zichen had no words. Wei Lan smiled and continued: "That woman can't do it, wait for me to help you see and find someone reliable."
Such a beautiful beauty must not marry a woman casually to spoil her.
"Shut up." Xie Zichen glanced at Wei Lan coldly, and didn't want to listen again, but Wei Lan felt that Xie Zichen was probably shy.
She didn’t find herself boring, so she calmed down. The two of them went back to their accommodation in silence all the way. After resting, Wei Lan took her hair crown and changed her clothes. She sat on the bed and read a book, waiting to dye her with ink. Get water. But this day was too exhausted, but it was time for Xie Zichen to change clothes behind the screen, and she unknowingly fell asleep on the bed.
Xie Zichen came to her and stared at her sleeping face quietly.
Her face under the light was very soft, with an indisputable beauty. She is only sixteen years old now. Looking at her now, Xie Zichen can fully imagine the suffocating beauty when she grows up. Especially with her romantic taste, raising her eyebrows and bending her eyes, it is Jiangnan Liuyue, thousands of flowers blooming.
But this beauty cannot belong to him.
Xie Zichen bent down, picked up a touch of her hair, placed it on the tip of her nose, smelling the fragrance of orchids that belonged to her, feeling that something was desperately suppressing in her heart.
There was footsteps outside. Xie Zichen quickly let go, but it was dyed with ink and splashed with water. She had bandages and ointments in her hands. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Xie Zichen sitting next to Wei Lan, pressing her finger against her lips and making a The silent posture.
Dye ink carefully took the water to the window, Xie Zichen winked at Xie Tong, and Xie Tong walked behind the dyed ink body, taking advantage of the gap between dyeing ink and bending over, directly knocked dye ink out with a hand knife, and then Quietly dragged out.
After closing the door, Xie Zichen knelt down, lifted Wei Lan's trouser legs carefully, and then saw the wound on it. As he had guessed in the day, the wound was full of blood, but the person in front of him remained calm. She was so good at covering up his wounds that he was immersed in the pleasure of competing with her throughout the day, and even forgot the physical condition of this person, until she could not hold the stone lamp, he Suddenly reacted, in what state was this person fighting against himself.
If he could find out earlier, she wouldn't have to struggle so long.
Xie Zichen couldn't help but sighed, and carefully removed the bandage from the wound. After carefully observing the wound, he gently washed with water and replaced the ointment. Wei Lan noticed that someone was changing the dressing for herself. He didn't open his eyes, and fell asleep hazyly.
After changing the wound, Xie Zichen took off her shoes and socks. Only then did he discover that Wei Lan’s feet were much smaller than those of ordinary men. The feet were slightly raised, and the soles of the feet had a rounded curvature. Together with the jade-like white and smooth skin, it looks cute and brings some unignorable desires. His eyes gradually became darker, and his skin became extremely hot when he touched. He gently rubbed the skin on his feet in the water, feeling that his body was as hard as iron. This was an experience he had never had in his previous life, and it felt sweet and tormented.
His breathing gradually became heavier, and his hand touching his feet couldn't help but increase his strength. Wei Lan frowned and opened her eyes dimly, only to see the figure of a man. Most of the servants who served her in the previous life were small servants. She was used to men washing her feet. For a long time in this life, Huan Heng also helped her wash her feet in the same way. She fell asleep and didn’t know where tonight. Xi, subconsciously asked: "A Heng?"
The person holding her feet paused, Wei Lan was still a little dazed, did not react to anything, and was smashed in the face with the veil.
This time Wei Lan woke up. She stared blankly at Xie Zichen, who was wearing pajamas in front of her with an ice-like face, and desperately recalled what she did and why he was so angry. However, after thinking for a while, she suddenly reacted to a question.
She lifted the veil that was smashed on her face by her side, frowned and asked, "This is a foot washing kerchief?"
"Pour water by yourself."
Xie Zichen turned around, opened the door, and walked out directly. Wei Lan was stunned. She called Ranmo several times, and she rushed in aggressively. Wei Lan was startled: "What's wrong with you?"
Ran Mo snorted coldly, "Xie Tong attacked me just now, and I woke up and beat him."
As he said, Ranmo picked up the foot wash, and said angrily: "You son, wait, he will come back after I hit him!"
Wei Lan: "..."
You don't need to come back, thank you.
After dyeing the ink, Wei Lan was really sleepy. She fell back on the couch, still struggling with the question, that veil, is it a footkerchief?
Wei Lan slept comfortably, but Xie Zichen took a cold shower back and forth several times before returning. After coming back, Xie Zichen couldn't help but get angry again when he saw the sweet sleeper on the bed. He went into his own quilt, thought about it, and turned over to look at the man under the moonlight. After tomorrow, they will return to the palace, pack their luggage and go home separately. From then on, they will be "colleagues" instead of "classmates." He suddenly felt a little regretful, why did he have to finish the nine subjects so early? After tonight, in this life, it would be difficult for him to sleep peacefully with this person again.
But he was so upset, she could still sleep as sweet as ever, and he couldn't help feeling that life had become so unfair.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, the more he thought about it, the more angry he got, and he leaned behind Wei Lan and took her into his arms.
After a year and a half, Wei Lan has long been accustomed to Xie Zichen's behavior of crawling onto her bed in the middle of the night. She didn't even bother to open her eyes, and then heard the voice of the people behind her vaguely saying, "You used to sleep like this with Huanheng. ?"
"Ok……"
"Huanheng also washed your feet?"
"Ok……"
"How many people have you slept with?"
"Ok……"
"I ask you something!"
"Zichen..." Wei Lan collapsed a bit. She opened her eyes with difficulty and said in pain, "What are you tossing about in the middle of the night?"
"I'm asking how many people you have slept with!" Xie Zichen was very persistent on this question, and Wei Lan rubbed her forehead in pain, completely unable to remember. She sighed and said dejectedly: "Too many, I can't remember."
Xie Zichen was stunned. He wanted to ask something, but found that the person in front of him was completely asleep.
Before falling asleep, Wei Lan thought in a daze, did she suddenly travel to the time since she got married?
She felt that she suddenly had one more ruler... or she was particularly jealous.
At the thought of the word jealous, Wei Lan couldn't help but shocked.
Since she was a child, she has determined that she must find a ruler with three obediences and four virtues, magnanimousness, and general knowledge. If she marries a jealous man, this must be a punishment from heaven. If you marry a jealous man, with her temperament...sooner or later the lord will be murdered... right?
This thought stayed in her mind for a second. After waking up early the next morning, Wei Lan and Xie Zichen received the invitation of the Spring Festival. These trivial matters were naturally left behind.
The dance performed at the Spring Festival has always been offered by the Taixue leader of the year, but this year the emperor specifically named Wei Lan and Xie Zichen as the leader and asked them to perform the dance together.
The sacrificial dance was very particular, so the two who originally planned to go home were left in the palace to learn to cooperate with the sacrificial dance.
This dance mimics the exaggerated movements of etiquette between the dragon and the phoenix. So the folks from Yuefu sent someone over to teach them for two days. After they learned the movements thoroughly, they let them practice together.
Different from the one-person solo dance in previous years, after being adapted into a two-person dance, the male and the goddess are distinguished. Because Wei Lan was shorter than Xie Zichen, Wei Lan was in charge of the goddess.
Xie Zichen was the leader in his previous life, so naturally he skipped this dance, and the customs of Da Chu are almost the same as those of Daliang, and this dance is not too different. Both learn quickly and cooperate very well.
Soon the day of the Spring Festival came, and the beginning was the dance. Xie Zichen first stood on the stage, facing the direction where Wei Lan appeared. He wore a black robe with golden curls, a black mask, and a golden hair crown. He held a long bird feather in his hand and held it on his chest. Then he heard a drum, and then there was the sound of footsteps, the steps with a jingling bell, and then stopped behind him, standing back to back with him.
However, just standing like this, Xie Zichen heard the sound of inhalation from the audience.
He was a little curious, and didn't know what Wei Lan would be like today. Then he heard another drum, and the two leaned back against each other, stretched their sleeves together, and then turned back.
At this time, Xie Zichen finally saw Wei Lan's appearance.
She plays the role of a goddess, so she combs the female hair bun, wears a pure white mask, and wears a white dress, looking holy and noble.
He couldn't see her face, he could only see her eyes, like a puddle of clear water, full of stars in the Milky Way. Surrounded by the sound of drums and piano, they stepped on the drums, stretched their sleeves, turned their bodies, and entangled their bodies. When her face passed in front of him, he could perceive her breath, as if it was entangled with his breath, so ambiguously close.
He held her by the waist and lifted her up, feeling the touch brought by that line;
He stroked her body with Toba, letting her move with it, as if he was trying to teach her to do something unspeakable.
Obviously it is such a solemn dance, but the person on the other side is like a fairy.
Not only Xie Zichen on the field, but also the people off the field, they also felt that the "woman" above was really a goddess in the sky, so beautiful and so intoxicating.
As the drums became more and more rapid, they both took off each other's masks and then hurriedly separated. When the two of them showed their faces, everyone was quiet.
Xie Zichen's beauty is clear and elegant, reminiscent of Zhilan Yushu and pavilion repairing bamboo; however, Wei Lan's beauty is indistinguishable from male and female, which blurs all genders, namely elegant and coquettish. Or in other words, it is precisely because that face is too abstinent and noble, so when her phoenix eyes are slightly raised and sweeping toward everyone with that free and easy taste, it will make people more destructive. Want to pull her off the altar, tear her apart, possess, trample. Seeing her with spring in her eyes, she cried.
If the dance when wearing the masks is confusing, then when the two of them take off the masks, it is thrilling. When the two of them finally knelt down at the same time, folded their waists and turned their hair back in a graceful arc, revealing the arc of her slender neck and panting chest, no one in the room could speak. The emperor on the high platform stared at Wei Lan, unable to look away.
The sacrificial dance gave many people a strange feeling of embarrassment, the prince, who did not dare to look directly at the light of these two people. Xie Zichen was okay, especially Wei Lan, that strange feeling was really hard for everyone to ignore.
After stepping down, the two of them consumed too much energy and had to rest for a while. The ceremony was still going on. The two returned to the courtyard where they were resting. Before Wei Lan could change his clothes, Xie Zichen followed.
The teenager in front was wearing women's clothes, but there was no sense of disobedience until she suddenly pulled out a fan from her sleeve, turned her wrist, and opened it smoothly in front of her forehead, covering the dazzling light. The movements are clean and neat, and wantonly.
Then she noticed the existence of Xie Zichen, and when she turned around, she said with some doubts: "Brother Zichen?"
Xie Zichen did not speak.
He looked at the nondescript people in women's dresses and fans, and felt that he must have been blind just now.
How can you think she is suitable to be a woman?
If you want a woman to be like her, then... Is that still a woman? !
The author has something to say:
[Small Theater One: About Dreaming]
Wei Lan: "Shubai, I had a terrible dream last night. I dreamt that I married a very jealous lord. I didn't talk about the four virtues, and I would throw the foot washcloth on my face... …"
Mo Shubai: "Lanlan, don't worry, it's not a dream, it's your future."
Wei Lan: "So the one who threw my face is really a foot wash?"
Mo Shubai: "..."
What kind of focus is this!
[Little Theater Two: About how to be a serious woman]
Xie Zichen: "Wei Lan's wearing women's clothing is simply blinding me. How can she be considered a woman?"
Wei Lan: "My daughter should be like me, Wei Lan, a woman who stands upright and indomitable is a real woman!"
[Little Theater Three: What is a good offense? 】
Wei Lan: "Good offense? How do you mean to be a good woman? Of course, I want to love him, protect him, and pet him from the bottom of my heart. He wants the world, and I can give him the world. This is the one The courage of a big woman! What is Sheng Chong? This is it."
Xie Zichen: "Good attack? In front of Alan, can I still attack..."
Mo Shubai: "I'm very curious, Zichen, if you don't attack, then how did you and her plan?"
Xie Zichen: "Plato's feelings are also feelings. But I must say that two 1s have no future. So I love her a lot while I have feelings."
Wei Lan: "Two 1s...you think too much, Zichen."