Where our two little Lan disciples take Wei Wuxian back and into the Jingshi.

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The two boys stared silently at the man hanging in between them, slowing down their swords ever so slightly as they watched the person go unconscious.

"...Sizhui, can you try tapping his cheeks?" Jingyi asked, staring.

"But..." Sizhui trailed off. "...he isn't sleeping, Jingyi, he's unconscious. I think we should take him back first-"

Sizhui's face became full of black lines as the sound of Jingyi lightly smacking the man's cheek travelled to his ears.

"What are you doing?" Sizhui asked, face cold as his head slowly turned to look at Jingyi.

"I'm sorry!"

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The boys lowered their swords as they arrived to their destination, arms aching.

"Jingyi, ask for a senior to come help us," Sizhui said, then spotted Lan Xichen walking with his brother.

"Zewu-jun! Can you help us?" Jingyi enthusiastically asked, relieved that he could get off the job of carrying a senior.

"Shouting is-" Wangji's voice rings out beside his brother, stepping out behind him, but his voice freezes.

Xichen glances at his brother before proceeding to say, "Wangji, take him in with the two juniors, we need to give him a change of clothes and treat his wounds." He then turns to his brother, "I will tell uncle about this. Take Xingshui-jun-" a collective amount of quiet gasps is heard from the juniors, "-temporarily to the Jingshi, I will ask uncle if we will have a change of residence for him."

Wangji looks at the man, then to his brother, and nods. Xichen then proceeds to give his brother a smile, setting off with a flap of his robes.

The two juniors stared dumbfoundedly at the place their Zewu-jun was seconds ago, mind blaring with WTFs.

Then Jingyi adjusted the body in his and Sizhui's arms because his arms were numb as heck, and about a quarter of a envelope falls out from the sleeve of the man in between them.

The two juniors didn't notice Lan Wangji's face freeze again, eyes narrowed on the paper that said four characters; 'for Wei Wuxian'.

His gold eyes flicker between understanding and slight confusion, but he managed to regain composure before they noticed, and he picked the paper up in a way to not let them notice the characters, slipping it into his left sleeve. Glancing at them, he swooped the man from them into his arms, carrying the person princess style.

This time, Jingyi actually says out loud, when Wangji is away a considerable distance, "What...the f*ck."