Don't Forget Everything

While the sky was still bright, pens, inks, papers and inkstones were all ready, and with the melody of the pipa strings of thin clouds, a silent competition fell on the paper, pens and inks were blades, the sudden silence at the banquet was vaguely wrapped in murderous intent, looking at Guo Boyan's eyes reminded him of the scene when he proctored the imperial examination many years ago.Few of all living beings climb the cliff and reach the top of the mountain.

Wei Chuyue touched the strings of the qin and played with Xiyun. When two or three notes were played, Guo Boyan, Guo Mengying and even Wen Ran looked sideways.

The sound of Wen Ran's qin is deep and peaceful, while Wei Chuyue's qin has the meaning of killing, the wind howls and the smoke rises, like a battlefield.

Xi Yun couldn't help but look at Wei Chuyue, Wei Chuyue's expression was normal, no difference could be seen, but it was clear that nothing was wrong when he heard the sound of his piano, could it be that he was really performing a literary fight to cater to Guo Boyan?

The pipa of the thin cloud also stirred up, and immediately felt like a thousand troops.

Guo Boyan twirled his long beard, squinted at Wei Chuyue, then turned his head and exchanged glances with the adults around him, quite pleasantly surprised.

There are three unique things in Qinzhou, Wuwangzhai’s qin and pipa are called together, Guo Boyan didn’t think so, he lived in the capital for a long time, and the musicians in the palace didn’t dare to call him the best. Look, I didn't expect this Wei Chuyue to be quite talented, not only for his piano, but also for his scheming.

Normally, Wei Chuyue wouldn't show it even if he saw through the situation, but at this moment, his heart was suppressed because of anger and anger, and he simply took the opportunity to vent, not for anything else.

When Xiyun looked at him, he knew that he hadn't suppressed his temper, but if he didn't suppress it, he didn't suppress it, so he didn't care what to do.

Li Zheyuan thought he was quietly approaching Lu Jing, and asked in a low voice, "Why do I feel that the atmosphere is not right? The sound of the piano made my heart beat faster."

"Go back and write your poem." Lu Jing frowned, trying to drive him back.

"Don't. I can still make a few nonsense about the strategy. You can tease me when you write poems. I don't want to write. Anyway, I'm going to enter the Chifeng camp, and I don't take the science test, and I don't need him to worry about it. You too, you Why join in the fun, why write it?"

"You don't give old Guo face, there are still Mr. An and Uncle Wen sitting on it, please be quiet."

"No, Zhong Yi, we don't ask for an official or marriage, we just come here for fun, but why have I been in such a panic since the afternoon, how can I have any fun? It's like walking on thin ice, like sitting on pins and needles, like hanging by a thread... ..."

Lu Jing tapped on Li Zheyuan's forehead with a pen: "You have so many words, go write your poems."

"I...! Forget it." After annoying Lu Jing, Li Zheyuan moved closer to Wen Ran. Just as he was about to vomit, he suddenly realized that Wen Ran's face was pale and his brows were tightly furrowed. He seemed to be ill. , hurriedly asked, "Qing Yi, your complexion is not good."

"Hmm...suddenly I have a headache." Wen Ran wanted to leave a long time ago, but just now Wen Jimin kept talking to him, blocking his words of farewell, and Song Yilin's silence made him feel uneasy.Since Li Zheyuan asked him, he lied.

"Are you OK?"

Wen Ran shook his head slightly.Li Zheyuan didn't think too much about it, and went forward to sue Fan Rong, Guo Boyan and others for Wen Ran, and wanted to send Wen Ran home, but Wen Jimin was nervous about Wen Ran, so he simply asked Fan Rong for a room. In the guest room, people were ordered to invite a doctor, but Wen Ran not only failed to make it, but was also trapped in the Fan Mansion.

Li Zheyuan helped Wen Ran to leave, only felt that Wen Ran's paler face was due to discomfort, and he didn't realize that the current situation was different, as long as he was not allowed to write poems and paintings to tease him, he would be happy, and he couldn't care about other things.

Lu Jing followed after a while, he was worried about Wen Ran, and even more worried about Li Zheyuan, the second idiot.

"Stop talking in front of Uncle Wen for a while." Lu Jing whispered to Li Zheyuan.

"What? Uncle Wen said he was coming?"

"The one who is sick is Wen Qingyi. He will come naturally, but the banquet has just started, so he probably won't be able to come for a while." Lu Jing sighed lightly. Wen Ran's complexion was not good all afternoon, and Li Zheyuan really didn't notice it at all. .

The Fan Mansion is fully prepared for the Qionglin Banquet, a guest room is nothing, it is clean and has everything you need.

Wen Ran thanked Lu Jing and Li Zheyuan, said that he was sleepy and drove them away. Song Yilin tucked up the quilt for Wen Ran, and was about to turn around and go out when Wen Ran stretched out his hand to grab them.

"Go to sleep first."

"Brother Song, sit down." Wen Ran sat up, holding Song Yilin with one hand and refusing to let go.

Song Yilin sighed and sat down beside the bed, and said, "I'm angry, but I don't blame you." In the afternoon, Wen Jimin opened and closed his mouth to care about Wen Ran's marriage and career. As the patriarch of the clan, what did Wen Jimin say? It's all about reason, and it's because of reason that Song Yilin feels even more uncomfortable. He has no way to refute, and even getting angry and losing his temper seems to be making trouble for no reason.

"My uncle just hasn't seen me for a long time, and he just cares a few words, not implying anything."

Song Yilin looked at Wen Ran and smiled helplessly: "If you really think so, your face won't be so ugly."

"I... didn't expect my uncle to be here."

Song Yilin touched Wen Ran's forehead, stroked the center of his brow with his fingertips, and said, "Don't think about it, you will know when your uncle comes to see you."

First, Wen Lao's family letter and An Xun's confusing words, and then Wen Jimin's sudden appearance, Wen Ran couldn't help but think about the connection, and couldn't convince himself to persuade Song Yilin, all of this was just a coincidence.

Wen Ran fell silent, Song Yilin frowned even tighter, and stretched out her arms to embrace Wen Ran, feeling sorry for him and herself.He shouldn't have promised Wen Ran to come to Fan's mansion to participate in some nonsense Qionglin Banquet, now it's good, he can't leave even if he wants to, and Wen Ran is not Wei Chuyue, he can still escape over the wall by himself.

"If you can't sleep, take a rest first, I'll get you something to eat." Song Yilin kissed Wenran's forehead.

"Brother Song, I'm not hungry." Wen Ran dragged Song Yilin, not wanting him to leave.

Song Yilin smiled: "I'm hungry, can you eat with me?"

Knowing that Song Yilin was comforting him, Wen Ran nodded, and he could not let this heart down.

Song Yilin left for a while and came back very quickly. Wen Ran sat on the bed in a daze, as if Song Yilin had never left before.

"Someone will bring us food in a while. Lu Jing and Li Zheyuan are also in the courtyard, and they are very worried about you."

Wen Ran smiled, Song Yilin would not really hate anyone who treats him well: "My Brother Song has a lot of people."

Song Yilin said: "How did Li Zheyuan get into the imperial academy with his not very smart appearance?"

Wen Ran chuckled: "The Li family are all military officials, so they are naturally straightforward. Although he is not proficient in writing and ink, it is no problem to be a martial arts champion. Brother Song, don't underestimate him."

"Heh, what's wrong with the military officer? Don't you need to pay attention to the art of war when marching and fighting? You let Li Zheyuan lead the troops and try to confront Wei Shao. I guess it can only be a one-sided massacre."

Wen Ran couldn't help laughing and bent his eyebrows, and said, "Are you just praising Wei Shao? If Wei Shao hears it, he won't be happy."

"Don't worry, you won't be able to tell if he's unhappy."

Song Yilin said casually, but Wen Ran remembered Wei Shao's piano sound at the banquet, and frowned: "I think Wei Shao is really angry today."

"what?"

Wen Ran looked at Song Yilin and took a deep breath. He couldn't hear Wei Chuyue's piano, and his mind was always on himself, so he didn't notice Wei Chuyue at all.

Wen Ran shook his head lightly: "It's nothing. Wei Shaoruo has something on his mind, will he tell you?"

"Huh? Let's see." Song Yilin thought for a while, "It also depends on how much he drank."

Wen Ran was a little curious: "Drink?"

Song Yilin nodded: "In the past, he would occasionally get me to drink, and rarely would he say something from his heart, but not often. After you came, it seemed like nothing had happened."

Wen Ran was a little surprised, this was the first time he knew about it.

"Don't worry about Young Master Wei. If he really annoys someone, that person will be out of luck. Young Master Wei has a sense of propriety."

Wen Ran nodded slightly.In his eyes, Wei Chuyue has a very unreal feeling. His smile, his indifference, and his casualness are all illusory, which is the opposite of Song Yilin. Perhaps it is because of this that Wen Ran has always had a grudge against Wei Chuyue...

The two were talking, when the door was knocked, Song Yilin went to answer the door, thinking it was a boy who brought food, but unexpectedly, there was Wen Jimin standing at the door, with a doctor behind him.Song Yilin stepped aside to welcome Wen Jimin and the doctor.

The doctor took Wen Ran's pulse, pondered for a while, and said that Wen Ran's blood stagnation was a sign of long-term deficiency, and he needed to rest.

Song Yilin stood silently by the side as a decoration, listening to the doctor's words, she was so unhappy that she almost made a face, Wen Ran was doing well, but she was a little thinner, what's wrong?I can't even see the pulse condition, but I still have the nerve to call him a doctor. It's a reckless disregard for human life.But after thinking about it, if people still say they want to rest, then it is logical to drive Wen Jimin away, and then quickly take Wen Ran home!

Wen Jimin thanked the doctor and asked the boy to grab the medicine, and he didn't want the food he brought. He made ginseng chicken soup again. After explaining, seeing Song Yilin still stuck in the room, even he wanted to chase him away: "You go down, too." , I don’t need you here.”

Song Yilin glared at Wen Jimin, then looked at Wen Ran.

Where did Wen Jimin dare to stare at a follower, he was stunned for a moment, pointing at Song Yilin and said: "Where did you come from without rules, go down."

"Uncle, Brother Song was brought by me."

Wen Jimin looked at Wen Ran, gave him face, frowned and waved his hands: "Forget it, let's go down."

"Uncle, let him stay. If you have something to say, just say it. Brother Song is a trustworthy person."

Wen Jimin looked at Song Yilin up and down, and found that everything was not pleasing to the eye, but since Wen Ran said he could stay, then let's stay, it's okay.

Wen Jimin didn't dare to "trouble" Song Yilin, so he moved a chair to sit beside the bed, and said to Wen Ran: "Xiao Ran, it's just an excuse to send you away from Beijing to recuperate, you haven't taken good care of yourself these two years, uncle Today, at first glance, it looks so thin, but it will be better to take care of it in the future."

"Thank you uncle for your concern. Wen Ran knows how to take care of himself."

"You, you are not young anymore. It's time to start a family. Only when you have someone to take care of you can you rest assured at home."

Wen Ran was startled, and turned to look at Song Yilin. Song Yilin stared at Wen Jimin bitterly, with knives in his eyes.

Wen Ran frowned, and said, "Uncle, is this what you mean, or what grandfather means?"

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Wen Ran needs to get out of the closet with the family first