[[忘羡 | WangXian 3]] : Our Flesh And Bones

[21.] Too Much Information.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian were sitting at the table, sipping tea, and watching Miao Lu stand respectfully by the door. She was lost – no one told her what to do and she wondered whether it was appropriate to stay at all. Lan Sizhui was in his room, changing clothes and probably interrogating Bai Li. Wei Ying was grinning.

- Won't you join us, darling? How will you get your breakfast from over there? – he mocked.

- Master, I am not sure it is appropriate. I can eat in my room too. – she blushed. – The Young Master's room. – she murmured.

- I think you should stay and get to know A-Yuan. – he tilted his head, looking at her reaction with curiosity.

- I agree. – Lan Zhan added coolly.

- You are, in a way, a part of our family now, Flower girl. I thought you knew that already. – Wei Ying laughed.

- Master, I...

- Sit. - Hanguang-Jun ended the empty discussion, and she dared not disobey, so she took a seat at the edge of the low table.

Wei Ying sighed and leaned his head on his husband's shoulder yet again; he felt tired.

- Wei Ying, you must eat... - Lan Zhan murmured quietly. – No, don't tell me you forgot.

- You just want me to get fat, dearest. – he smiled gently, rubbing his cheek in his husband's robe.

Then there was a delicate knock on the door and Lan Sizhui entered the room, bowing and greeting politely, this time wearing Gusu Clan robes, and Miao Lu gasped as this time she had the chance to look at him more carefully. He was tall, strong and slender, with delicate features and he walked gracefully with elegant, flowing movements. 

She noticed that in posture he resembled Lan Wangji, but his face and his smile reminded her of Wei Wuxian. He was a strange combination of them both, and she wondered how that could be. His skin was not as pale as theirs, but one could tell that he was a nobleman, a cultivator. Hanguang-Jun had called him by title, and this meant a lot.

- A-Yuan, please know that I am very grateful you finally returned home. Bai Li never prepares such feast when it's just us! – Wei Wuxian sneered, looking his son right in the eyes, seeing his frustration and sideways glances towards Miao Lu, and now enjoying teasing and torturing him a little longer. – Let's eat!  –  he clapped his hands. – Or your dad will kill me...  -  he mumbled under his breath, hoping for a reaction from Lan Zhan, but got none.

- It looks lovely, indeed. - Lan Sizhui replied politely. – Li-jie always spoils me. – He looked at his dads and saw them quite calm and comfortable, so he decided not to rush things. He knew Hanguang-Jun appreciated patience and tranquility above all else. The only one uncomfortable was the young woman, sitting opposite him, and not daring to move.

- Mistress, please, don't be embarrassed because of me. I am just visiting my parents for a few days. I did not mean to disturb you. – he bowed to her politely.

Miao Lu wanted to cry. This Young Master was bowing to her – she could not get it.

- Yes, Master. Forgive me, Master. – this was all she managed to mutter and took a cup of tea in her trembling fingers.

Wei Ying exclaimed:

- A-Yuan, you must tell us all! Have you already met His Majesty?! What is he like? How many hours per day do you train? Is everyone as boring as your dad? – he grinned, casting a glance full of love at Lan Wangji.

- Ha, so many questions, Papa! No... I was introduced to the Empress, but his Majesty rarely appears in front of the army. We train a lot, yes. And yes, I missed you too. I missed your sense of humor!

- Ahhh, see, Lan Zhan, he missed me!  –  Wei Ying poked his husband and was just about to ask a million more questions, opening his mouth, when Lan Wangji used the opportunity to quickly push a bite for him to chew. 

He mumbled:

- Less talking, more eating.

- Umph...hmmm...mmmghhhfffff...  -  Wei Ying protested. – Dammit, husband! I am not a child! Hell!

Lan Zhan only raised an eyebrow, and decided to deal the next blow.

- Lan Sizhui, please, be so kind, and talk to your father. He has been ill for the last few days and needs strong food.

Lan Sizhui gaped, and, taking a longer look now noticed that Wei Wuxian was more pale and thin than usual. He cried, worried:

- Papa, what has happened? Are you alright? Are you still ill?!

Wei Ying huffed and, turning his back to them, sat in Lan Wangji's lap, and rumbled:

- I hate you!  Why can't you let it go, and let the children eat in peace! I will eat when I'm hungry! – he was kicking and waving his arms, quite dissatisfied with the turn of events – he didn't want A-Yuan to know and worry for him.  -  Bad, bad Hanguang-Jun! Bad, bad Lan --- 

He could not continue as Lan Wangji pushed him on his back and muffled the next words with a kiss. Wei Ying tried to get away this time, as he was angry with him, but as the kiss got deeper and gentler, he just gave up and wrapped his arms around his husband, embracing him, and moaning under him.

- I love you... so much...

- I love you...

Lan Sizhui was red in the face and looked away immediately. 

He looked up at Miao Lu for lack of options, and mumbled:

- Yea, they do that a lot... I see that they do that a lot still...

He was pleased to see that she smiled for the first time, and wondered at it, as she was the only person in the room not embarrassed by it. He asked himself again why that might be, and who she was. 

Obviously, she had seen her dads kiss before.

- Forgive my dads, Mistress. They are both quite shameless. – he loudly emphasized the last word, hoping that they would stop.

- No need for apologies, Young Master. I know that Hanguang-Jun and Wei Qianbei love each other deeply.

Lan Sizhui  gaped, speechless.

Wei Wuxian managed to escape, scoffed and lifted himself up from the floor, dusting his clothes off a little.

- Don't think you can bribe me! I am still  mad at you! – he waved a finger at Lan Wangji, pouting.

- Sweetheart, we need to talk. – Lan Zhan said gently.

Wei Wuxian immediately crawled back to him, all  panting, and, wrapping his arms around Lan Zhan's neck, murmured:

- Yes, my love... yes... yes... - he started kissing his husband's cheeks and neck, his hands caressing his hair, and deeply wishing they were alone in the room. – Not fair, Lan Zhan... why are you so cruel to me...

Lan Sizhui laughed and looked at Miao Lu again, saying:

- Ah, I see the secret weapon  still works!

She smiled back; she had noticed the effect of some special words on her Masters too.

- Dad, Papa, can you explain the meaning of all this?  -  Lan Sizhui finally lost his patience after all the childishness, and decided to act.