"Have you forgotten Grand Master Lan Yi's story already? You cannot master these tricks. You must not try."

"Uhh so what do we do with the shard we have, Da-ge? And does - does Wen Chao know that they're here?" He gestures at his friends with his fan. "He had been following us for so long..."

"Xichen wrote in his letter that he was able to find reference to the Yin Iron in forbidden books. You should take it back to Gusu to see if he's found anything that will let you seal it away." 

"As for Wen Chao, he was using that horrible owl-thing to follow us, and we stopped it, so...who knows? I wouldn't put money on his not knowing but I also wouldn't rely on his following us here to assume he isn't somewhere else getting up to other mischief." 

(She bows to Nie Mingjue. "Understood.")

"It's a good thing Da-ge doubled the guard, I guess," he mumbles. "Just in case."

"I just hope that's enough. Wily bastard."

That night she leaves her and Jiang Cheng's rooms, acquires booze, and (possibly in part due to the booze's influence) decides that the roof over Lan Zhan's room is a good place to hang out. And recite poetry. 

Man, the roof tiles in Gusu were way more comfy.

She is interrupted from her meditating by Wei Ying's drunken poetry recitation.

Wei Ying has good taste in poetry. Lan Zhan smiles privately to herself. She would not mind spending the whole night like this: underneath Wei Ying, listening to her poetry. Her voice.

But. Lan Zhan must leave promptly to return to Gusu. If she put her responsibilities on hold every time Wei Ying did something endearing ridiculous in her vicinity, Lan Zhan would never get anything done.

She steps out from her room into the cool night air, Bichen in one hand and the other behind her back. She looks up at Wei Ying. There's a moon in the sky behind her.

Ah! There's Lan Zhan! Suddenly the discomfort of the roof tiles seems much more distant and insignificant. 

"Laaaan Zhaaaaan! I'm sleeping on your roof tonight!" she announces. 

She doesn't want to go.

"Wei Ying," she whispers. "I have to leave."

"...Oh. You have to?"

"I am needed in the Cloud Recesses."

"Ahh." 

She gazes mournfully at the sky. 

"There's a full moon," she sighs. "Lan Zhan is prettier than the moon." 

“Wei Ying.” 

Stop messing around is what she should say next, probably, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t want to.

Wei Ying is prettier is what she wants to say next, but she doesn’t.

Lan Zhan looks up at Wei Ying on her rooftop, glowing in moonlight, and the moon shining out large and luminous from the velvet dark of the sky behinds her. Lan Zhan loves the moon. Few things are more beautiful.

”Farewell.”

"Farewell. Have a safe trip. Tell the bunnies I said hello." 

She leaves. She will do her best to have a safe trip.

She pillows her head on her arms and goes to sleep right there. 

The next morning when Wen soldiers arrive, Jiang Cheng searches for Wei Ying with increasing frustration. 

"Eh? I'm here," she says, walking in.

"Where were you?"

"You know, out." 

She gestures with the empty alcohol jar from last night. 

Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes. "Well, it turns out that Wen Chao was following us. C'mon!" 

"Shit!" she says, and follows him. 

"Wen-er-gongxi. Just what do you think you're doing here?"

"Sect Leader Nie...the Chief Cultivator was quite angry when he found out about the massacre of the Chang clan and the matter of the Yin Iron. Does a minor sect like you really think you can handle such matters? Hand them both over and I can let you off with a warning."