Chen Qing Ling continues to be happy

3.2 Mo Song's Disappearance

Wei Wuxian woke up again, it was already the next day, and he felt that his breathing became much smoother, and he knew that when he fell asleep at night, Lan Zhan spent a lot of spiritual power for himself.

"You're awake..." Seeing Wei Wuxian "open" his eyes, Lan Wangji asked.

"Lan Zhan, you are here."

Lan Wangji helped Wei Wuxian up, put his coat on him, and said, "You have slept for five hours, you should be hungry, let's eat first."

After a while, Lan Wangji placed a table in front of Wei Wuxian, with some side dishes on it.

"Hmm...it smells so good, what kind of food do you have?"

"Sauce-roasted beef, hot and sour potato shreds, deep-fried fish and shrimp." Lan Wangji said.

"My God, is this place still unknown to Yunshen? Why are there these dishes?!" They were all his favorite food, and Wei Wuxian really doubted that he had returned to Yunmeng.

Lan Wangji filled a bowl of soup first, put the soup bowl and spoon into Wei Wuxian's hands, and said, "Soup, be careful it's hot."

"Oh." Wei Wuxian nodded, and took a sip, "Hey, this is lotus root pork rib soup? How could there be this somewhere in Yunshen?"

"How about it?"

"Does it taste? Well, it's okay, but it's a pity that it's not Yunmeng's lotus root powder, which tastes a bit worse. However, I am very satisfied to be able to eat these here. I think back when I was studying, every day was either vegetables or tofu , The mouth is almost fading out of the bird, haha, ha, cough cough..." Wei Wuxian felt that what he said was a bit too much, so he hurriedly coughed to cover it up.

"Pink lotus root, yes." Lan Wangji nodded silently, putting his hand on Wei Wuxian's wrist to channel his spiritual power.

"Lan Zhan, I'm fine, you don't need to give me spiritual power every day like this, it's too wasteful." Wei Wuxian said while brushing Lan Wangji's hand away.

"Well, but, Lan Zhan, I have something to ask you first." Wei Wuxian said.

"what's up?"

"During the Mo family village, I met Mo Xuanyu's servant named Mo Song. Do you know where he is now?"

"Mo Song... I don't know..."

"Ah?! How? That day, Mo Song, Miss Luo, and the juniors of the Lan family were trapped in the mist. After the mist broke, they should have walked out of Mo's village together. Luo Qingyang, you remember."

"Well, after leaving Mojiazhuang that day, Miss Luo bid farewell to me and went back to my hometown in Guangling. Miss Luo told me about Mo Song before she left, but after leaving Mojiazhuang, Mo Song didn't know trace."

Wei Wuxian handed Qingxinling to Lan Wangji, and said, "Mo Song gave it to me, look."

"The Qingxin Bell of the Yunmengjiang Sect?"

"Yes, the disciples of the Yunmengjiang Sect, everyone wears this thing next to their body. I also had one, but I lost it during the dark night." Wei Wuxian rubbed his nose and said.

"Your one, here." Lan Wangji took out the Qingxin Bell from his sleeve and handed it to Wei Wuxian. It was the same one that Jiang Yanli brought out from Lianhuawu back then and gave it to Wei Wuxian.

"Ah, this one, you actually found it..." Wei Wuxian touched the Qingxin bell, on which Lan Wangji's body temperature still remained, and what appeared in his mind was the scene of him rummaging for his own bones under the nightless sky cliff all those years ago. , couldn't help being moved, he said to Nan Wangji: "Lan Zhan, since this Qingxin Bell has been on your body for so long, I'll leave it to you." As he spoke, he delivered the Qingxin Bell to Lan Wangji.

"Ok?"

"Haha, didn't you treat me to several meals? I don't have anything valuable on me, so I'll pay you back this, how about it?"

"Are you sure you want to give it to me?"

"Why, don't you want it? If you don't want it, just bring it. Bring it!" Wei Wuxian stretched out his hand to grab it.

Lan Wangji immediately put the bell into his sleeve, grabbed Wei Wuxian's hand, and said, "Give it to me, don't regret it."

"Uh, Lan Zhan..." Wei Wuxian suddenly quieted down, thinking angrily, is he crazy, he clearly said he couldn't cross the line, he couldn't cross the line, why did he involuntarily do something he shouldn't do again. "Ahem, let's take a look at Mo Song's bell." Wei Wuxian hurriedly changed the subject.

Lan Wangji looked at Qing Xinling and said, "There are engravings on this one. Hidden...?"

"Yes, a Tibetan character, do you think it has something to do with my mother's Tibetan character?"

"I don't know the whole picture, no comment..."

"Lan Zhan, what do you think of this Mo Song?"

"You think his identity is suspicious?"

"I was quite sure at first, but now that I think about it, even if Mo Song really went to Mo's Manor privately to commemorate the old owner, it wouldn't take a year before he went. Even if it was to remember Mo Xuanyu, Don't have to keep a planted booty as a souvenir."

"Ah."

"The best explanation is that he appeared there on purpose that day and handed over this Qingxin bell to me."

"Why?"

"It's not clear yet, but I think at least he doesn't intend to kill me. The Qingxin Bell helped me in the mist."

"Watch what happens."

"Well, that's all for now."

"Mo Song, I'll check."

"Hehe..." Wei Wuxian recalled that Lan Wangji is the Immortal Governor now, so he still has some rights. "Now I find that you, the Immortal Governor, are still useful."

"...Xiandu, nothing is as important as your body..." Lan Wangji frowned and looked at Wei Wuxian's pale face, thinking to himself, but didn't say it.