💠💙Letterless
By:diamondbruise
https://archiveofourown.org/works/37348036
Summary:
“You see, marriage is an important thing.” Wei Ying took a big gulp of his wine, then wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his robe. Lan Wangji thought about buying him a handkerchief. “Once you’ve decided on someone, you can’t go back on it. You’re stuck!”
He was right, of course. Though what made him think Lan Wangji would ever marry someone he could not tolerate, he did not know. Lan Wangji had been doing nothing but giving rejections, after all.
or, foxxian helps dragonji find a wife
Chapter:1/1
Words:16,314
Status:completed
The dread kept growing inside Lan Wangji. “The letters, Wei Ying,” he said. “Hm,” Wei Ying replied, picking up a piece of paper, then put it between his teeth and tore it. “I ate them.” Ah. The headache jabbed at his skull. Lan Wangji closed his eyes, only for a moment. So, his proposal letters were eaten, no doubt for nothing but the fox’s personal amusement.
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“If it is not too forward to ask,” the sect leader said then, “what kind of a character would Hanguang-jun prefer in a spouse?” From the corner of his eyes, he could tell Wei Ying’s ears had perked up. Lan Wangji pondered the question for a moment, before saying, “My equal.” “A-ah?” the sect leader let out a nervous burst of laughter. “Surely this is quite impossible to achieve! There are not many people who fight at the level of Hanguang-jun.” “Not only in fighting,” Lan Wangji said. “In everything.”
~~ isn't it a bit to much? Where do you find someone like that so easily??😂😂
Lan Wangji replied. “And you do not have any preferences?” Wei Ying tapped his chin, as if in deep ponder. “Well, let’s see. Doesn’t every strong man need a good little wife?” Good little wife. Lan Wangji felt something sour inside him. “Mm-mh, I’d be a very good little wife,” Wei Ying continued, as Lan Wangji opened his mouth. And immediately shut it. His mind was blank. Something in his brain did not know how to connect for a moment.
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The hall was left in awkward silence. Hanguang-jun had just had a fox spirit in his lap. Hanguang-jun had called him by name. He continued on eating as if nothing had happened. And no one dared comment on it.
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Uncle had been catatonic since Wei Ying had appeared at their gates after the night Lan Wangji had told him he’d marry him, a proposal letter in tow he personally handed to Lan Wangji. He, of course, had not opened it before saying yes.
