eurekapd Chapter 344 Past Dreams 15
Chapter 344 Past Dreams 15
Chapter 344 Past Dreams 15
Sure enough, the scene changed and it turned to the cold room.
At this moment, inside the main room of the Cold Chamber, Nie Huaisang, dressed in a low-key indigo robe without any family crest, sat with a slight frown on his brow in the front row seat on the right side of the room. His eyelids were half-closed, and he was holding a black jade bamboo fan in his right hand, tapping his left palm lightly.
Suddenly, a slight creaking sound rang out, followed by two soft, rhythmic footsteps approaching from outside the door.
Although Nie Huaisang was deep in thought, he was still exceptionally perceptive to external stimuli.
Almost the instant the door to the cold room opened, the person quickly snapped out of their scattered thoughts, stood up gracefully, and respectfully bowed to the newcomer while holding a folding fan.
"Huai Sang greets Mr. Lan and Mr. Zewu!"
Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen, who were stepping into the Cold Chamber one after the other, also stopped and returned the greeting.
Then Lan Qiren stroked his handsome beard and walked toward his seat, saying in a deep voice, "Huai Sang, there's no need for such formalities. What brings you to the Cloud Recesses to seek out this old man and Xi Chen today in such a low-key manner?"
Lan Xichen, still wearing a warm and gentle smile, calmly sat down in his seat and listened attentively to their conversation.
The Lan and Nie families have always been on good terms and have a close relationship. Although Nie Huaisang harbored resentment towards Lan Xichen and even the entire Lan family because of Jin Guangyao, the habit of getting along over the years still made him less reserved and polite than others in Cloud Recesses.
Therefore, when Lan Qiren asked, Nie Huaisang did not hesitate. He casually tucked his folding fan into his waistband, raised his hand and took out a palm-sized blue storage pouch embroidered with animal head patterns from his bosom. He then took out a few pieces of paper from it, held them up with both hands and respectfully presented them to the table next to Lan Qiren.
He then returned to his seat, spread his hands, and sighed, "Sir and Mr. Zewu will understand the reason for Huai Sang's trip at a glance!"
When Lan Qiren saw Nie Huaisang's dawdling attitude, his heart sank and a bad premonition arose. He lowered his eyes and frowned, and without regard for propriety, he leaned to the side and reached out to take the few sheets of paper that seemed to weigh a ton.
Taking a deep breath to steady his shaky mind, he lowered his head and stared intently. The more he looked at Lan Qiren, the faster he unconsciously sped up. The expression on his face was as if a palette had been overturned, colorful and truly fascinating.
Upon reaching the last page, Lan Qiren seemed unable to contain his surging emotions any longer. He slammed his empty left hand on the table, his long beard flying wildly. Accompanied by a loud cracking sound as the wood broke under the weight, a roar erupted from Lan Qiren, filled with rage and utter disgust that nearly echoed throughout the entire Cloud Recesses.
"Even a rat has skin, but a man has no manners! If a man has no manners, what is the point of living?"
"You shameless people, how dare you harbor such delusions! Why don't you look at yourselves in the mirror and see yourselves in the mirror?!"
Before Lan Qiren's thunderous roar could be heard, Lan Xichen, who knew his uncle's temperament well, quickly raised his hand and set up a soundproof barrier, which steadily covered the entire Cold Chamber, locking all the movements inside without letting a trace slip through!
He then focused his gaze on his uncle, whose desk was shattered on the floor, whose face was ashen, and whose chest was heaving violently. He was now certain of his suspicions and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, may I take a look at what's going on?"
Lan Qiren closed his eyes several times before barely managing to suppress the rising anger in his heart. Upon hearing this request, he silently raised his hand and handed it to Lan Xichen, who stood up in front of him.
Lan Xichen took the paper with a serious expression and looked down to examine it closely. At first, his expression was normal, but the more he read, the more absurd and ridiculous the content became. His smile became more and more gentle, like a warm breeze in March that caresses the willows and makes people feel intoxicated. However, his dark and clear eyes were covered with autumn frost.
His knuckles, gripping the paper, tightened unconsciously until they turned white, until he could no longer bear the absurd fallacies on the paper. He slammed the paper onto the table and refused to read any further!
Lan Xichen raised his head and opened his mouth as if to say something, but suddenly stopped and his gaze shifted to the tightly closed door of the Cold Chamber.
The next second, the door to the Cold Chamber burst open, and a white figure rushed in, accompanied by an extremely familiar loud voice.
"Sect Leader Nie, what brings you to Gusu to see me today? Is there something...something...about it?!"
Halfway through his sentence, the newcomer seemed to notice that besides the "Sect Master Nie" he mentioned, there were two other "great gods" in the cold room.
"Mr. Lan! Mr. Zewu!" The person slammed on the brakes, their face pale, mouth agape as if on the verge of tears, trying to explain, "Ha, um, you guys are here too! I, I... well..."
Lan Jingyi stammered for a long time, but couldn't find a reasonable reason to explain his unrestrained and disregard-of-family rules behavior just now.
He could only stand there dejectedly, like a shivering little quail drenched by a torrential downpour, head bowed and chest hunched, too afraid to move, awaiting the thunderous wrath of Lan Qiren and his companion!
"Huh? What happened? Uncle Lan is so furious?" Wei Chaoyan stared in disbelief at the scene. "Even the good-natured Brother Lan is like this?!"