Chapter 16 The illness is recent; he was naked being penetrated by his young apprentice...
Heng Qichun was somewhat flattered.
In my memory, Lou Yan was immature and boastful, but this was the first time I had ever seen him assert his sovereignty to this extent.
Those persistent hands were still holding a spoon out to him, and the wolf cub's eyes were burning with determination, as if he would turn around and tear Nan Xu apart if he didn't drink his medicine.
Heng Qichun chuckled, lowered his head and bit into the porcelain spoon. The bitter, dark medicine instantly spread from the tip of his tongue to every part of his mouth, making his brows furrow with bitterness.
He is actually extremely afraid of hardship.
But Lou Yan had already handed over the next spoonful of medicine, and Nan Xu was watching expectantly from the side. Heng Qichun naturally wouldn't show any weakness in front of his junior.
She could only try her best to relax her brow and remind herself that the medicine was not bitter at all, and that once she finished drinking it, she could wait until Lou Yan wasn't paying attention and then go find a piece of candied fruit to eat.
Lou Yan and Nan Xu saw this scene: the sickly-looking deity with narrow, cold eyes drank the entire bowl of medicine from his little disciple's hand without showing the slightest pain.
As expected of a god!
Nan Xu's trip was originally to deliver medicine to Heng Qichun. Seeing that Heng had taken the medicine, he felt relieved and cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "Then I'll go write the prescription first."
"Your Excellency and Senior Brother Lou should stay here for the next few days until you recover from your injuries."
Heng Qichun was so bitter from the medicine that he couldn't speak, and he really wanted to advise Nanxu to stop adding Coptis chinensis to the prescription.
He opened his mouth, but could only manage a hoarse "okay" in the end.
Nan Xu snatched the medicine bowl back from Lou Yan's hand, but as he turned around, he felt a weight on his shoulder—Lou Yan had already put his arm around the back of his neck.
"I'll give it to you," he said ominously.
This is a small courtyard where Nanxu is temporarily staying. It has only two side rooms and is only a few dozen steps away. There is really nothing to "send off" here.
But Lou Yan insisted on accompanying him to the corridor, and the arm around his neck tightened its grip.
The night was deep, and the scorching wind made people feel restless.
Nan Xu finally frowned and stopped walking.
"Senior Brother Lou has misunderstood." He broke free from Lou Yan's palm and explained, "The Divine Lord has shown me great kindness, and I only wish to repay his kindness. I have no other intentions."
Lou Yan leaned against a pillar with his arms crossed, exhaled through his nostrils, and said sarcastically, "I don't care what you're thinking."
He raised a hand and stretched it out towards Nan Xu, looking fierce, "Give me the medicine."
Nan Xu, holding an empty medicine bowl, paused for a moment, not understanding what Lou Yanzai meant. "What?"
"Give my master the medicine to apply to his wounds!" Lou Yan reiterated, his patience almost completely exhausted.
Nan Xu had no intention of opposing him, and quite "pragmatically" took out a small box of ointment and handed it over, instructing, "The Divine Lord's back injury is very serious. This medicine needs to be applied twice a day. If it's inconvenient for you, Senior Brother, then I..."
"Shut up!" Lou Yan snatched the ointment from his hand, still asserting his ownership as before, "I appreciate your kindness, but if there's anything I can do, I'll take care of it."
Nan Xu suppressed a laugh and gave Lou Yan a perfunctory bow, "Then I'll head back. Please wait, Senior Brother."
Lou Yanxin said, "I didn't think much about seeing you off." Leaning against the corridor, she casually raised her chin and turned to go back to the room where Heng Qichun was.
He had just taken a step when he suddenly stopped, gritted his teeth, and said, "Wait!"
Nan Xu turned around in confusion, and his eyes met Lou Yan's.
"Why do you say that Master has shown you 'the grace of recognizing and nurturing'?" he heard Lou Yan ask.
"It concerns the past of the Divine Lord, so I shouldn't comment too much." Nan Xu chuckled, raised his hand in a slight bow, and threw all the questions back to Heng Qichun. "If Senior Brother Lou is curious, he can ask the Divine Lord."
Lou Yan clenched his fists in secret, feeling that this teenager was clearly going against him.
If it weren't for the fact that he saved Heng Qichun, he would have beaten him until he begged for mercy on his knees.
That's all.
Lou Yan generously patted away non-existent dust from his palm.
Who told me to be so magnanimous, not some petty wolf?
When they returned to the outside of the room, it was nearly 9 PM.
Lou Yan paused, faintly hearing a muffled cough coming from inside.
Heng Qichun was coughing.
Lou Yan paused for a moment, then concentrated a wisp of spiritual energy at his fingertips and gently pushed open the door without making a sound.
The lamp in the room was dim, its light flickering in the oil lamp. Lou Yan lit a new candle just before the wick was about to be submerged.
The coughing continued.
He turned to look at Heng Qichun.
The bed curtains were not lowered again. Heng Qichun was making a lotus hand seal and closing his eyes to regulate his breathing. A bead of sweat clung to his pale forehead, making his snow-white hair look extremely weak.
His chest heaved, and he coughed repeatedly, causing his eyes to redden. He looked up at his young apprentice with his watery eyes.
For a moment, Lou Yan felt that he was no longer a god in the heavens, but an ordinary person among the masses.
He is no longer like a god.
Perhaps not wanting others to see him in such a disheveled state, Heng Qichun barely raised his hand to cover his mouth and lips, trying his best to hide the cough, causing his chest to rise and fall.
He spoke, his voice frighteningly hoarse, "Delivered...cough cough...all delivered?"
Lou Yan, with a sour face, grunted in response.
On the surface, she seemed indifferent to her master, but in reality, she had been struggling with this for a long time.
How should I ask?
How did Master get to know that child?
—Too close.
Did Master and Nanxu know each other a long time ago? How come I didn't know about this?
—Too obsequious.
That Nanxu...
—Too deliberate.
"Lou Yan," Heng Qichun suddenly called to him.
Lou Yan snapped back to reality, looked up to meet Heng Qichun's gaze again, and heard him speak calmly.
“Three years ago, I went to Hezizhou to discuss matters on behalf of my senior brother. On the way, I saved Nanxu from being torn apart and eaten by bandits.” Knowing what Lou Yan wanted to ask, he said bluntly, “That day, you took advantage of the lecture to tease Wei Xiuzhu, which resulted in a forest fire that burned half of your senior uncle’s clothes. You were punished by being confined to your room to reflect on your mistakes.”
He finished speaking and then raised an eyebrow, his face pale, "Forgot?"
"……without."
Lou Yan pursed his lips, his thoughts drifting back more than two hundred years, and realized that he had a very deep impression of that event.
After all, being forced to kneel and then receiving dozens of lashes at Nanyu Mountain certainly taught him a lesson.
Being young is a disease!
Wait a moment……
Lou Yan tilted her head slightly, looking over in the dim candlelight, her heart filled with confusion.
Why did Heng Qichun take the initiative to explain this matter?
Could it be that there's something wrong with his attitude towards Nan Xu?
impossible!
He was already very polite!
That is...
Lou Yan was startled and couldn't help but narrow his eyes, looking at Heng Qichun with his long, narrow eyes—could it be that his master was feeling guilty?
As they stood frozen in place, that suppressed cough came again.
Heng Qichun's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He supported himself on the bed with one hand, his whole body bent over on the bed, his neck taut and his back slightly bleeding.
Lou Yan's palms tightened, and all those chaotic guesses were immediately suppressed. He stared intently at Heng Qichun.
The person before him seemed to be pale and clean everywhere, except for the blood drop that had been coughed up from the corner of his mouth, which was bright red and eye-catching, clearly showing the god's disheveled state.
He knew that he possessed boundless divine power, and he also knew that he was only human.
"Let me see," Lou Yan suddenly said.
Heng Qichun was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you looking at?"
Lou Yan puffed out one cheek, his canine teeth grinding back and forth in his mouth. He probably couldn't bring himself to say "I want to see your injury," so he simply took two steps, knelt on the bed, and brazenly pressed Heng Qichun down, then pressed his canine tooth against the back of Heng's neck.
"Lou Yan!" Heng Qichun's body suddenly slumped down, and he could only support himself on the bed with one hand. He didn't know what the wolf cub wanted to do for a moment, and his fingertips tightly gripped a small piece of fabric on the mattress.
The next moment, he felt a chill run down his spine.
The clothes he had just put on and the gauze wrapped around his body were torn off by the wolf's teeth at the same time. The cold air gushing out from the ice chest by the bed swept over him, causing goosebumps to rise all over his neck and back.
Amidst the mixed bloodstains and wounds, he felt a burning sensation.
"Lou Yan..."
There was no response.
But he knew. He was being watched naked by his young apprentice.
Lou Yan still had a piece of gauze in his mouth, and his scarlet eyes were fixed on Heng Qichun's exposed back, which was covered with scabs and dripping wounds. The scabs were from the Yingjie Hall that day, and the bleeding wounds were from today's injuries.
On the carriage heading to Huatan Town, he leaned against the carriage like this, using his injuries to set up the summer heat relief spell.
My heart felt like it was being torn and pulled by a tangled mess of rope, so messy and unclear.
It seemed he had never faced a master like this before.
He was no longer the cold-blooded and ruthless person he was when he threw him into the Heavenly Pool Platform in his previous life, nor did he have the heartless cruelty of slaughtering the immortal sects that day without any pity for him.
What is that?
Lou Yan remained bowed, his gaze fixed on Heng Qichun's snow-white neck, until he finally heard his master's rebuke, "Have you looked enough? Get out!"
Lou Yan let go, spat out the gauze from his mouth, and took the ointment from her bosom to reapply the medicine and bandage him.
Looking at the horrific wounds on his men, he finally came to a conclusion—
He's a liar.
A con artist who's obsessed with saving face and suffers for it.
He mentally went over a lot of curses, but in the end, he didn't dare utter a single one.
It might be difficult to bring one's master down from his pedestal.
The clumsy wolf paws and tugs at Heng Qichun's old injury, making it difficult for him to bear.
Finally, he frowned and couldn't help but urge, "Isn't it ready yet?"
Lou Yan tied the new gauze into a knot, the crumpled knot resembling the tangled mess of rope in his heart, making his voice sound muffled. "All done."
Heng Qichun sat up abruptly, his cold eyes flashing with anger. He raised his hand toward a corner by the wall and said, "If you're done, go kneel over there."
"Who taught you to tear my clothes at will?"
It looks fierce.
"Oh." Lou Yan knew he was in the wrong and didn't dare to disobey his master anymore. He took some clean clothes and handed them over, then consciously went to the corner that Heng Qichun had pointed to and knelt down as punishment.
His knees slammed against the hard ground, and he couldn't help but puff out his cheeks, somewhat unconvinced, as he plunged into the darkness.
The red candle dripped tears, its light flickering, the dripping liquid stretching on and on. He vaguely heard the watchman's drum sounding outside again.
"Close the doors and windows to prevent theft and burglary—"
It's Hai hour (9-11 PM).
Lou Yan hated this tedious and boring kneeling punishment. Before long, her vision became blurry, and her head was spinning, making her unable to think of anything.
The ice chest beside the couch burned out, and he once again felt the unbearable heat of the sweltering summer. A layer of sticky sweat appeared on his skin, making him want to take off his outer garment.
The moment he moved, he heard Heng Qichun's voice coming from behind him.
"Lou Yan," he scolded, "don't wag your tail like that."
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