Chapter 72 The last layer of veil over past and present lives is also removed. ...

Lou Yan apologized to Wang Sheng with a sour face, took the medicine for preventing miscarriage left by the doctor Wang Sheng had invited, and reluctantly saw the person to the door.

Wang Sheng, with a swollen and red face, turned to look at Lou Yan and generously comforted him, "The clan leader asked me to tell you about today's events. I know... it's understandable that a young man becoming a father for the first time is a bit surprised. I don't blame you, brother."

Lou Yan thought to himself, "Whose older brother are you? How can you be so good at patting yourself on the back?"

But seeing the man's bruised and swollen face, he ultimately didn't utter another curse.

The sky was overcast, and the snow had not yet melted. Just as Wang Sheng had said, after the fifteenth of the month, there would be a long period of overcast weather.

Thick clouds filled the sky, carrying a hint of chilly snow; it seemed like it was about to rain again.

Lou Yan escorted the man to the outer courtyard. Hearing Wang Sheng say goodbye, Lou Yan said, "Don't see me off. Did you hear what the doctor said? This medicine is for stopping nausea. You need to drink it twice a day. Go back and brew the medicine."

Lou Yan carried the two packages of oil paper in his hands, and for a moment felt that the pile of herbs was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Wait!" he called out to Wang Sheng, opening his mouth hesitantly, "Is there any way to not have this child?"

The wind is picking up.

The snowflakes were falling, and Wang Sheng had already walked a few steps away, so he didn't hear Lou Yan's words clearly.

"What did you say?" he asked, turning around.

Lou Yan pursed her lips.

The scene of Heng Qichun crying last night because she felt she didn't want to have a child with him reappeared before her eyes, and her heart suddenly felt a little sore.

never mind.

Lou Yan waved her hand, "No, it's nothing."

Wang Sheng, being oblivious to everything, didn't think much of it at all. He assumed Lou Yan was excited about becoming a father and even turned back to pat Lou Yan on the shoulder before leaving again.

The snow under the eaves had been accumulating for a long time, and when the wind blew, it cracked open a gap, and the clumps of snow fell down and exploded into a pile of snow again on the ground.

Lou Yan stared at the clump of snow that was about to melt, and for the first time realized that he was an indecisive wolf.

It's hard to say exactly what kind of impact this incident had on him.

All he knew was that once Heng Qichun regained his memory, he would definitely be unable to accept the fact that he had a child.

Whether the child will live or die at that time is uncertain, but I will definitely die.

What kind of situation is this?

Thinking of Heng Qichun's sudden change in temperament due to amnesia, Lou Yan couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and even hoped that his master would regain his memory as soon as possible.

Lou Yan turned around and glanced back, confirming that Wang Sheng, the only one in the mountains who knew the art of spirit detection, had gone far away. So he quietly made another hand seal, trying to make contact with the Eighteen Realms as soon as possible.

There was no spiritual energy to be detected outside Mount Nüqi, and no one knew what was happening to the demons and monsters outside.

Lou Yan stood alone in the courtyard for a while, making sure that the cold wind had cleared his mind enough that he would never soften his heart again because of a single glance or action from Heng Qichun, before going inside.

The sight inside the room caused his expression to change drastically, and he immediately dropped the medicine in his hand to the ground.

"Master!"

Heng Qichun was hunched over the desk, his face as white as paper, his white hair soaked with cold sweat, clinging damply to his forehead.

He was trembling all over, biting his lower lip so hard that blood was seeping from his teeth, clearly enduring great pain.

According to Wang Sheng, the child bestowed by the Nine-Child Mother will be born in ten days, and during these ten days, the corresponding reactions will all fall on Heng Qichun.

Now that a full day has passed, Heng Qichun is no longer just feeling nauseous and vomiting; he…

"Master!" Lou Yan helped Heng Qichun up, raised his hand to feel the pulse on the side of the man's neck, and broke out in a cold sweat. "How are you?"

Heng Qichun placed one hand on his lower abdomen, but dared not exert any force with his fingers. He could only grip the piece of fabric tightly, causing the light-colored silk thread to break and leave small bloody marks on his fingers.

He struggled to open his eyes to look at Lou Yan, and after a long while, he managed to utter a single word, "It hurts..."

Without saying a word, Lou Yan carried the person into the inner room.

The doctor that Wang Sheng had just invited had already examined Heng Qichun's pulse. The cold was secondary, but the hardship of a man suffering from pregnancy was unimaginable.

The doctor also said that Heng Qichun might experience abdominal pain in the next few days, and that he should be taken good care of.

I didn't expect it to come so soon.

The mattresses had already been changed in the afternoon, but Lou Yan still felt they weren't soft enough. She held Heng Qichun close to the edge of the bed with one hand and added another mattress by herself.

"Master." He helped Heng Qichun lie down and reached out to untie the man's belt. When he took off his outer robe, Heng Qichun pressed his hand down.

A moment later, Heng Qichun's complexion had improved considerably, the cold sweat on her forehead had subsided, and when she looked at him, her eyes were clear and bright. "You don't need to take it off anymore, it doesn't hurt much anymore."

Lou Yan immediately thought of his usual strong-willed nature.

The wolf cub puffed out its cheeks, not arguing with Heng Qichun at this moment, but its hands did not stop for a moment, directly unbuttoning Heng Qichun's undergarment.

The last layer of cover was removed, and bare skin touched the air, causing Heng Qichun to instinctively shiver.

Unsure whether Wang Sheng would return, Lou Yan dared not use her spiritual power recklessly. She first took a quilt and covered Heng Qichun with it, then dragged in the burning charcoal fire from the outer room.

The room was warm and cozy, and sparks crackled and popped, like the sudden stirrings of a heart on a spring night.

"The doctor just gave some instructions. Master has never suffered like this before, so it's normal to feel abdominal pain occasionally." Lou Yan wrung out a handkerchief with warm water, lifted a corner of the quilt, and gently wiped Heng Qichun's lower abdomen. "I think it's because he vomited too much today and there's nothing in his stomach, which is why his lower abdomen hurts."

He wiped for a long time, and when the water got a little cool, he got up to change it. Then he used a warm cloth to soothe Heng Qichun's abdomen. "After Master drinks the medicine, shall I make some light food for Master?"

A continuous stream of warmth flowed from his skin to his lungs. Even though Heng Qichun had lost his memory, he was certain that his body had not been cared for like this for a long time.

He was momentarily overwhelmed and coughed lightly, turning his head away.

Lou Yan put away her handkerchief, catching a glimpse of the striking red behind Heng Qichun's ear. She didn't expect him to answer her question, but instead leaned closer and whispered, "Are you feeling better now?"

Heng Qichun didn't know how to convince him that she was no longer in pain. Her face was flushed as she stared at the wall on the inside of the bed for a while before finally letting out a muffled "Mmm," "It doesn't hurt at all anymore."

Lou Yan, that wolfish idiot, didn't believe it. He knelt down on the edge of the bed, brushed aside Heng Qichun's hair, and examined him for a while. He saw that his master's face was indeed not as pale as before, and he was speaking with some strength.

It seems like everything is really alright now.

Lou Yan breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but she didn't want to show it on her face. When she climbed off the bed, she couldn't help but touch Heng Qichun's nape with her fingertips, imagining that she was licking his neck.

He was enjoying his thoughts when Heng Qichun's neck started to burn, which brought him back to his senses. He turned around to pick up the two packets of medicine on the ground and said, "Then I'll go and brew the medicine for Master."

Now that Heng Qichun has given him a cub, he's determined to be a shrewd and unassuming wolf no matter what.

Taking care of his master's health was his top priority at the moment.

Heng Qichun's face was still flushed when she suddenly turned around and called out to him, "Hey!"

"Huh?"

“I was thinking… I haven’t eaten much all day, so taking the medicine now might make me feel unwell.” Heng Qichun thought for a moment, trying to find a good reason to delay Lou Yan’s time to prepare the medicine. “Why don’t you cook first? The goat milk pudding for lunch… was actually quite good.”

Lou Yan didn't reply. He went straight to the outer room, picked up the two packets of medicine from the ground, and took a deep sniff.

The wolf cub, who had always thought his master's heart was unfathomable, suddenly had an epiphany at this moment. Lou Yan's eyes lit up, and he held up the two packets of bitter-smelling medicine in his hands and exclaimed, "Master, could it be that you're afraid of bitterness?"

Heng Qichun: "..."

His hand, which was pressed against the edge of the bed, tightened involuntarily. The slight movement of propping himself up caused the blanket to slip down most of his body, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

Heng Qichun, however, was oblivious, only frowning sullenly.

How could he... become Daoist partners with someone like that!

But before he could get emotional, the wolf cub put down the medicine in its hand, picked up a bowl of goat milk, and looked at him with a grin, its upturned eyes looking at him.

"There's plenty of goat milk," Heng Qichun heard him say. "Yes, Master!"

Heng Qichun deflated, and his tightly clenched fingers suddenly loosened.

How could he...te on me...?

what to do……

He didn't even know if he was Xiaolang's true Daoist partner, yet he was already going to have a child with Xiaolang.

The sky was overcast, and in the blink of an eye, even the last ray of light behind the clouds fell behind the mountain. The room became dark and silent, with only the soft, clanging sound of Lou Yan making goat milk pudding.

Heng Qichun lay facing the inside of the bed, and as he listened to the sound, his eyelids involuntarily grew heavy.

Heng Qichun had a dream.

In his dream, he became a child, listening to lectures in a celestial sect with a group of young cultivators who were only a few years older than him.

The book that Grandmaster was talking about that day was "The Chronicles of the Nine Provinces".

He found his master's lecture boring, so he secretly ran to the back mountain when no one was looking, where he found an injured sparrow.

He was startled and quickly channeled his spiritual energy into the dying bird. He then carried the little creature back to the immortal sect and hid it in his room, taking meticulous care of it for a long time.

When the little titmouse recovered from its injury, he tried for the first time to hold it in his hands and kiss its forehead.

But before his nose could even touch the little tit's feathers, his senior brother burst through the door.

My senior brother was very fierce and couldn't tolerate even the slightest imperfection. He immediately opened the window and released his little bird, and even grabbed a ruler and hit his hands several times.

That day he cried his heart out, questioning his senior brother why he had forced him to abandon the little bird.

My senior brother said, "You are the last god in the human world. You can only pity all living beings, but you cannot fall in love with any of them."

God cannot love people.

Under the scorching sun, he stood alone in the yard, hoping that the sparrow that had flown away would return.

But no.

He felt a tightness in his chest and his palms burned with pain, so much so that his brows furrowed tightly. He couldn't understand why his senior brother had called him a god.

Why can't he love people in the future just because he is a god?

"Master?" Suddenly, he heard the little brat's urgent call in his ear. He felt his body lighten as he was held in someone's arms and shaken. "Master, are you having a nightmare?"

Heng Qichun opened his eyes and met Lou Yan's arrogant and passionate gaze.

Lou Yan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him wake up. "It's good that Master is awake. The goat milk soup is ready."

As he spoke, he stirred the spoon in his hand, trying to feed the goat milk soup to Heng Qichun's mouth as before.

As he looked down, he suddenly felt the person in his arms move, and then his arm was bumped, causing the spoon to slip and spill a spoonful of goat milk onto the ground.

Lou Yan was startled, and suddenly felt a heat on his forehead.

Heng Qichun cupped his chin with both hands, leaned down, and kissed him on the forehead.