"Wei Ying has not been to known to... what?" He asks making a bit of a face in his husband's direction. "Lan Zhan, I am not getting into a battle with the floor. He's very dangerous right now." For some odd reason hearing his husband tell him that it was hot, to blow on it, gets a bit of a laugh out of him," Yes, Lan Zhan, it's hot. So are you, you know."
The jokes, for Wei Ying, were more to keep his mind off of being sick. Or the fact that the room would not sit still long enough. The room, right now, was his enemy. "I do not wish to fight the floor, Lan Zhan. Bichen or Suibian can fight the floor. I will not." Or maybe even Chenqing would fight the... No, no need to see what would rise out from under the floor.
He gives a soft hum before focusing on the tea and drinking it, keeping a firm hold of the cup as he did not want to drop it. "Will Lan Zhan play something while I do?"
"I would prefer nothing take on the floor," Lan Zhan says, drily amused. "The floor should remain intact." He would much prefer that.
Pressing a hand to Wei Ying's forehead, then leaning in to kiss his forehead and cheek, Lan Zhan rises from the edge of the bed, walking over to his guqin and settling in his usual seat. "Any requests?"
"The floor will never be intact," Wei Ying points out with a smirk. "It slides open. Someone could hurt themselves, Lan Zhan." He knows good and well that wasn't what his husband meant, though.
He relishes in the cool touch of his husband, watching the man as he walked over to the guqin. "Our song?" He didn't care what the other played, just as long as he heard it.
"It is not dangerous. That spot is rarely stepped on and designed that it should not open or splinter if someone does step on it."
He knows Wei Ying knows he was not talking about that, but he'll indulge his teasing for now, especially since he's sick. When he requests their song, he merely nods, settling his hands on the guqin, and playing the first notes.
"That's how I found it, you know. Went to get up and it moved."
He can't help but give a slight smile, though. Especially when he knows what's in that little hiding spot. A part of him wonders if anyone else ever found it. Not that anyone else should have been in the Jingshi.
There's a soft tired hum out of him," That's nice."
"You are the only other person who comes in here," he says. Sizhui has long since stopped, and even his brother never visited him in his rooms. If Xichen did come to see him, they remained outside.
He continues playing, letting the music soothe Wei Ying, although he keeps part of his attention on him.
"The little radish doesn't even visit?" He asks with a bit of a frown. Wait, he should know that. This was, after all, home. If it was one thing that he should know it was that Sizhui didn't come into the Jingshi anymore. When had that stopped?
Another soft hum and he lets the music wash over him. It was nice, even to the point where he tries to stay awake. Unfortunately, that doesn't actually work and it's his husband's presence and the music that lulls him off to sleep.
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He listens to Wei Ying prattle on, somewhat relieved by that and his laughter; he can't be too sick if he can make jokes.
"Drink, Wei Ying. You need it. Then rest."
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He gives a soft hum before focusing on the tea and drinking it, keeping a firm hold of the cup as he did not want to drop it. "Will Lan Zhan play something while I do?"
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Pressing a hand to Wei Ying's forehead, then leaning in to kiss his forehead and cheek, Lan Zhan rises from the edge of the bed, walking over to his guqin and settling in his usual seat. "Any requests?"
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He relishes in the cool touch of his husband, watching the man as he walked over to the guqin. "Our song?" He didn't care what the other played, just as long as he heard it.
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He knows Wei Ying knows he was not talking about that, but he'll indulge his teasing for now, especially since he's sick. When he requests their song, he merely nods, settling his hands on the guqin, and playing the first notes.
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He can't help but give a slight smile, though. Especially when he knows what's in that little hiding spot. A part of him wonders if anyone else ever found it. Not that anyone else should have been in the Jingshi.
There's a soft tired hum out of him," That's nice."
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He continues playing, letting the music soothe Wei Ying, although he keeps part of his attention on him.
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Another soft hum and he lets the music wash over him. It was nice, even to the point where he tries to stay awake. Unfortunately, that doesn't actually work and it's his husband's presence and the music that lulls him off to sleep.
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