we are truly blessed by these details!
The next day after they met Luo QingYang and her husband, the two arrived at a small town in Guangling.
Wei WuXian placed his hand above his brows, peering at the fluttering flags that promised good wine. “Let’s rest there.”
Lan WangJi nodded, and the two walked forward side by side.
After the night at the Guanyin Temple in Yunmeng, Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi wandered aimlessly, engaging in night hunts together with Little Apple, going “wherever chaos was,” just as before. They visited any place rumored to be haunted by shadow creatures, dealing with disturbances, exploring the region, and experiencing the local customs while they were there. Three months passed in this way, with adventurous freedom and no concerns about the affairs of the cultivation world.
They entered the wine shop and sat at a table in a small, discreet corner. A servant of the place approached them. Upon seeing their appearance and bearing, along with the sword at Lan WangJi’s waist and the flute at Wei WuXian’s, he couldn’t help but associate them with the two figures from the stories that had been spreading widely in recent days. However, even after observing them for some time, he couldn’t be sure, seeing that the customer dressed in white wasn’t wearing the forehead ribbon of the GusuLan Sect.
Wei WuXian ordered wine, and Lan WangJi ordered a few dishes. Wei WuXian listened to his deep voice pronounce the names of the preparations, one hand supporting his cheek and the other under the table, his fingers curling around the snowy white sash. A broad smile was on his face. Only after the servant left did he begin, “Many of these dishes are spicy. Can you eat them?”
Lan WangJi raised the cup from the table and took a sip, his voice calm, “Sit properly.”
Wei WuXian, “There’s no tea in the cup.”
“...” Lan WangJi filled the cup and brought it back to his lips. A moment later, he repeated, “... Sit properly.”
Wei WuXian, “Am I not sitting properly? It’s not like I’m putting my feet on the table like before.”
After a moment of resistance, Lan WangJi spoke, “Don’t put them somewhere else either.”
Wei WuXian’s expression looked puzzled, “Where did I put them?” Lan WangJi, “...”
Wei WuXian, “You have so many demands, Second Young Master Lan. How about you show me how to do it?”