Chapter 23 I'm already married! My master and I have even had a child...
As the snow begins to melt, the meltwater drips from the eaves, landing on the newly opened wintersweet blossoms, releasing a subtle yet profound fragrance.
"Mother—"
A sweet, childlike voice rang out, and the little girl ran out of the house, picking up her skirt. Her pink boots splashed a little snow mud on the ground, leaving a small stain on the hem of her skirt.
"Slow down." A pale purple figure was bending down under the eaves, opening his arms to catch the child who was rushing towards him.
The hairpins collided, and the pearl hairpin in her hair slid off and hit the ground with a crisp sound.
Lou Yan was awakened by the sound.
He stopped by the door and looked up down into the corridor.
The person holding the girl had their back to him, wearing a light lilac-colored brocade robe with a dark floral pattern, and her light-colored hair was styled in a bun at her temples. She was completely hidden from the midday sun, leaving only a blurry shadow.
Lou Yan's gaze tightened again and again, following the snow under the eaves upwards. The plaques and eaves looked extremely familiar; it was Tan Chengyi's residence.
This is the Tan family home, so who is this person...?
"Xi Niang," he called out involuntarily.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Lou Yan was stunned. He raised his hand in disbelief and touched his Adam's apple, confirming, in the lingering tremor of his Adam's apple, that it was indeed his own voice.
? ? ?
Why did he call her Xi Niang?
Do they know each other?
Before Lou Yan could come up with an answer, "Xi Niang" had already come over with the child in her arms.
Lou Yan stared intently, and what first caught her eye was a head full of striking white hair. Her gaze then moved down and met a pair of extremely familiar eyes.
Her clear, bright eyes held a cool, icy quality, her face was handsome yet kind, her snow-white hair was styled in an updo, and the warm, lustrous pearls that had been re-pinned in her hair revealed a pale glow.
Awooooo!
How could it be Heng Qichun!
Wasn't he going to see that crazy woman? Why is he here dressed in women's clothing?!
Before Lou Yan could come up with an answer, Heng Qichun had already put the child down from his arms, reached out and untied Lou Yan's cloak, and brushed off a few snowflakes that had not quite stuck to his collar.
The action was completely unexpected.
“My husband came home very early today,” Heng Qichun said.
The words were utterly devastating.
A cold wind swept through the corridor, blowing straight through Lou Yan's collar and onto his neck.
He shuddered violently, his gaze following Heng Qichun's fingers as they moved back and forth, his neck tense as if afraid that Heng's fingers would probe up again.
It's a ghost...
His master was calling him husband.
"Master..." Lou Yan tentatively opened his mouth, trying to find out what was going on, but his lips moved but he couldn't utter a single word.
He suddenly tilted his head, his eyes wide open; if he had ears, they would probably be standing up by now.
He believed there was only one reason to explain the current situation—I got married?
She married my master, and even after the marriage, she still called him "Xi Niang"?
What is all this nonsense?!
Lou Yan wanted to stomp her feet, but found that not only her throat—but also her limbs were unresponsive. She could only roar wildly in her heart: Who has gone mad?!
Before the roaring had subsided, something soft pressed against his leg. Looking down, he saw the little girl from before was hugging his leg and blinking.
The little girl's voice was soft and sweet as she spoke, shaking his leg as she asked, "Daddy, are you tired from your shift today?"
"Mother made braised goose, but we can only eat it when Father comes home."
Father?
Lou Yan's pupils dilated in shock: My master and I have even had a child?!
It's over.
Lou Yan turned around and tried to run, but as soon as he moved his leg, he uncontrollably bent down and picked up the little girl.
She reached out and gently pinched his nose, saying affectionately, "Really? Does Qiqi miss Daddy or want to eat pickled goose?"
Lou Yan subconsciously felt that two words in the sentence sounded particularly familiar, and frowned as he looked at the little girl in his arms.
lush?
This is Tan Qiqi!
He didn't have a child! That means he won't get beaten to death by Heng Qichun, hahaha!!!
Before she could even catch her breath, Tan Qiqi stirred in his arms, her voice soft and sweet: "Mmm, of course I missed Daddy~"
The sun shines on the snow.
The afternoon sun broke through the clouds and gently shone on the courtyard. Lou Yan looked at the child nestled in her arms in the pale golden light.
She wore a pink jacket and had twin buns, and was as sweet as a thick candy; she was a beautifully sculpted little girl.
Lou Yan's heart softened accordingly.
Wait a moment!
He stared hesitantly at the child in his arms.
If this is Tan Qiqi, then why would she call herself "Daddy"?
besides.
Why did she call Heng Qichun "Mother"?
Could it be...?
Which unknown illusion has he run into this time?
Countless thoughts flashed through Lou Yan's mind, but he was completely out of control, as if he were being controlled by someone.
It wasn't until Heng Qichun reached out and took Tan Qiqi from his arms, and straightened the collar of his cloak, that he heard his master say, "Husband, rest for a while. The braised goose is still warming on the stove. I'll go check on it."
After he finished speaking, he patted Tan Qiqi's head and said gently, "Good girl, go and invite Grandpa and Grandma to have a meal."
Lou Yan closed his eyes: My master has gone mad.
Then a thought exploded in his mind, and he suddenly opened his eyes, carefully examining the master in front of him who was holding the child.
His features were indeed still faintly the same, and his light purple dress made him look exceptionally gentle, even his white hair became inconspicuous.
Could it be...?
There was no need to ask anything more. Even though Lou Yan had never seriously listened to the lectures at Nanyu Mountain, he could now understand that this was what it meant to experience death again.
To become Tan Qiqi's closest person, to personally experience the events of that day, and then to witness her death.
He must be Tan Chengyi now.
So his master...
Lou Yan tentatively lifted his eyelids, his wolfish eyes slightly raised, and stared at Heng Qichun with the most probing gaze.
Master, oh my god?!
Then he saw his master glare at him fiercely.
very good.
Heng Qichun, like him, was drawn in by Tan Qiqi's resentment, and was clearly more aware of the current situation than him—he was Tan Chengyi's wife, named Xi Niang.
Ha ha.
My master is now my wife.
Realizing this, Lou Yan made up her mind that as soon as she left the illusion, she would dig a hole and bury herself.
The family had been eating for 15 minutes.
The snow on the eaves had completely melted, and a bunch of white wintersweet in the courtyard was pressed low by the snow water, its fragrance spreading everywhere.
The red talisman paper on the wooden door is thus revealed, a custom unique to Huatan Town during the Spring Festival.
Lou Yan stared at the pair of red talismans under the eaves, silently calculating the time in his mind.
When he and Heng Qichun arrived in Huatan Town, it was already the end of June. If what the old servant of the Tan family said later was true, then Tan Qiqi's accident probably happened after the New Year.
It should be soon.
"My lord." At this moment, there were still some servants in the manor who had not been dismissed. They walked over from a distance and bowed. "Madam invites you to dine in the flower hall."
Lou Yan had given up on struggling and would leave everything she said and did entirely to Tan Chengyi's decision.
He nodded and followed the servant to the flower hall.
The table was already set with wine and dishes. The braised goose in the center was golden and translucent, with an amber sheen on its skin, and a faint sweet fragrance of osmanthus, making it very tempting.
Tan Qiqi was sitting on a stool, swinging her legs and drooling.
Lou Yan chuckled, raised his hand, and bowed to the elderly Tan father and Tan Wangshi at the head of the table, saying, "Father, Mother."
Madam Tan smiled, her eyes full of kindness. "You must be tired from your shift today. Please have a seat."
Lou Yan tried hard to connect the couple in front of him with the people who were later controlled by evil spirits, but he couldn't make any connection.
Even though he wasn't very familiar with the rules of the human world, he could clearly realize that this was originally a very warm and loving family.
Heng Qichun, as Xi Niang, was serving food with chopsticks at this moment, only placing the tenderest leg meat into her parents-in-law's bowls.
Tan Qiqi sat on the round stool, swinging her legs, staring longingly at the plate of pickled goose, and called out softly, "Daddy~"
Lou Yan watched as her hands skillfully tore off a goose wing, carefully removed the bone, and placed it into Heng Qichun's bowl.
The tips of his ears were faintly flushed, and when he lowered his head, the pearl hairpin in his hair was visible, casting dappled light in the sunlight outside the hall.
Lou Yan looked up and felt a strange stirring in her heart. She could always see the faint coldness hidden in Heng Qichun.
Like the layer of cool snow on the eaves that is about to melt.
On the other side, Tan Qiqi felt ignored. She puffed out her little face and sat there angrily. In the end, she decided to try again and raised her oily little hand to Lou Yan, "I want Daddy to feed me too!"
Lou Yan immediately felt her arm stretch forward uncontrollably, and used chopsticks to dip some goose oil and smear it on the child's forehead: "Our Qiqi is like a little glutton."
Everyone at the table burst into laughter.
The fragrance of wintersweet mingled with the rising heat, creating a warm mist in the flower hall.
Lou Yan kept thinking: What could possibly have caused such a family to fall apart and go insane?
Perhaps due to eating too much pickled goose, Tan Qiqi felt unwell that evening, and the doctor prescribed medicine after examining her.
Heng Qichun, as the child's mother, stayed in the child's room for the first half of the night.
Lou Yan, using Tan Chengyi's identity, approved some official documents. After hearing the noise, he looked up and saw that his master had changed his clothes and was walking in with a cup of tea.
As night deepened, only a copper oil lamp was lit in the room. Heng Qichun's eyes, reflected in the yellowish lamplight, were clear as water, tinged with a touch of sorrow.
"Why isn't my husband resting yet?" he asked, equally unable to control himself.
Lou Yan raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. His gaze swept over the words on the document, and he realized that Tan Chengyi had approved a document that day regarding the town's plan to reclaim wasteland.
Unfortunately, a severe drought struck that year, and the human world suffered a complete crop failure.
Lou Yan could already sense Tan Chengyi's weariness. He heard himself speak, his voice slightly hoarse: "Has Qiqi fallen asleep?"
"She's asleep," Heng Qichun said. "Today's braised goose was a bit too oily. The child has a weak stomach, so we can't let her eat so much next time."
Lou Yan recalled the scene at lunchtime. Tan Qiqi was so good at acting cute, calling him "Daddy" over and over again, which made him very happy. He even personally picked out half a goose for the child.
He heard himself say, "It's my fault, I fed her too much."
He made a move to get up, saying, "I'll go check on her."
"Let's go tomorrow." Heng Qichun stopped him and pushed the tea in her hand towards him. "It's too late today. Husband has worked hard all day and should rest early."
Lou Yan is almost used to the word "husband".
"Xi Niang." Lou Yan heard himself sigh, stood up and took Heng Qichun's hand, his tone filled with deep affection, "To have such a wife is my greatest fortune."
Heng Qichun was forced to lean against him, and the warm breath made Tan Chengyi's neck feel warm.
Lou Yan felt incredibly itchy!
She stretched her neck, trying to tilt her head back to avoid him, but her head didn't move at all; instead, it got even closer to him.
Lou Yan tried once again to break free from the constraints of this body, but under the death curse, he could not use any spiritual power and could only watch helplessly as his hand pulled Heng Qichun into his arms.
That's all.
After nearly a day, he had almost gotten used to being trapped in Tan Chengyi's actions that day, and there was nothing he couldn't accept about what Tan Chengyi would do.
The next moment, he felt a weight on his hand.
Ahhhh, he picked Heng Qichun up!
Lou Yan's eyes flashed.
Ahhhh, he carried Heng Qichun to the bed!
The bed curtains were lowered, and the plain-colored gauze curtains draped over the two of them. Lou Yan watched as her hand touched Heng Qichun's cheek.
The little wolf, who had read a bit of unofficial literature, suddenly realized what they were up to.
Lou Yan suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Heng Qichun, who was pinned beneath her, in horror.
Awooo... Awooo... Wait a minute!
He's really going to be beaten to death by Heng Qichun!!!
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[A flexible moral compass followed by a vengeful and extremely twisted seme]
Artifact restorer Lin Wudu died suddenly.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself transmigrated into the body of a weapon cultivator in a notoriously impoverished sect in the cultivation world, and he learned of two pieces of devastating news:
First, the sect mainly makes money by accepting custom orders for magical artifacts. In the past two years, orders have decreased sharply, making it the poorest sect in the entire cultivation world.
Secondly, there are rumors circulating in the sect that the sect leader has gone mad, and the few remaining disciples are all busy changing their majors.
Lin Wudu did not turn around; he believed this was a good opportunity for him to make a fortune.
On one hand, he claimed to the outside world that "we artifact repairmen only do legitimate things~", while on the other hand, he applied for an alias on the spiritual network and posted a message on the hidden section.
AAA Buddhist artifact customization by Sister Lin:
With 15 years of professional experience in ritual implement repair, we offer custom-made ritual implements and private, elegant items (additional fee required). For intimate items, we offer options such as vibrating, warming, and delaying talismans. Absolutely private. We also accept urgent orders; express delivery is available for next-day delivery.
That very night, Lin Wudu received a big order.
The client was very generous and requested a custom-made iron bed with four iron rings at each corner, welded so firmly that even three oxen combined couldn't break it.
Lin Wudu worked through the night to finish the delivery, and even gave away a cool women's dress as a gift to ensure the couple could enjoy their cultivation to the fullest.
He went to deliver the goods according to the address left by the customer, but the route became increasingly strange. He had no choice but to carry a huge bed and stand outside the room, repeatedly comparing the address left by the customer with the scene in front of him.
Wait a minute... isn't this the sect leader's courtyard?
——
Pei Sidao wasn't crazy; he was just being slandered by a junior brother he had recently punished.
The rumors grew increasingly outrageous, eventually evolving into—"Pei Sidao appears aloof on the surface, but is actually a pervert who can't live without his magical artifacts."
Pei Sidao: "Heh."
He decided to let the rumor-mongers experience firsthand what it means to "ask for evidence and get it."
Coincidentally, a few days later he saw someone post a cryptic message on the Spirit Network, so he immediately placed an order to customize a Xuan Iron bed that could lock up cultivators.
On the day of delivery, he took a shower early, let his hair down, and pushed open the door to find "Sister Lin" already standing in his yard carrying a large bed.
Looking at that face again, it was none other than the junior brother who had created the pornographic rumors about him.
Unaware that he was taking the blame for the original owner of the body, Lin Wudu smiled obsequiously and handed him a woman's dress: "Would you like to try the free gift? It will automatically turn transparent when your body temperature rises~"
Pei Sidao smiled, gritted his teeth, and called out his name: "Lin Wudu".
The air suddenly became quiet.
——
The Tiangong Miaoqi Sect suddenly became incredibly wealthy, with orders lining up at the mountain gate. However, all the instruction manuals for these "special magical artifacts" had a small line printed on them: "Master Lin personally tested them and they work well."
Lin Wudu looked at the temperature-controlled see-through symbol on the skirt, on the verge of tears: "Actually, I don't really like this skirt~"
Pei Sidao said, "It's very suitable, very beautiful, and very clear."
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