Chapter 69 Such is his true nature; Heng Qichun's plan to seduce Lou Yan...
That night, Lou Yan's true nature was revealed, and he successfully transformed into a fierce wolf, verbally abusing Wang Sheng and his group, who had openly stated that they had a child, until they were utterly humiliated.
"roll!"
One by one, the blankets and pillows were thrown out the door. Wang Sheng helped the clan chief stagger out the door and stood in the courtyard, complaining, "What an ungrateful couple!"
“We kindly reminded them that they were going to have children, but they showed absolutely no gratitude to the mother of the nine children… Ah!”
A teacup flew straight out of the house. Wang Sheng hurriedly dodged it and asked the clan chief if he was alright.
The old patriarch staggered to his feet, looked at the tightly closed doors and windows, and sighed, "So be it, in the end we were the ones who disturbed their plans first."
"The matter of the Nine Sons Mother bestowing a son is still just speculation, and it's understandable that they can't believe it right now. Wang Sheng, tomorrow go and take a look under the female tree and see if any new fertile pearls have formed on it."
The clan chief held great prestige among the villagers, and Wang Sheng dared not refute him, so he quickly agreed.
The villagers came in a great procession and then fled in disarray. As the long night was about to end, Heng Qichun's plan to seduce Lou Yan was completely ruined.
He sat beside the stewed rabbit that Lou Yan had reheated, his nostrils filled with the aroma of meat, but his gaze kept darting back and forth over Lou Yan, who was coming and going.
It wasn't until Lou Yan retrieved the last pillow that had been thrown out that Heng Qichun couldn't help but say, "It doesn't seem right for you to kick people out like this."
Lou Yan used an inconspicuous magic trick to clean the snow and mud off the pillow. As she moved into the inner room to make the bed, she snorted arrogantly, "What's wrong with it?"
It is said that one's nature is hard to change.
Even though Heng Qichun appears naive and ignorant of the ways of the world due to amnesia, he is still a benevolent and righteous ruler who knows etiquette and observes propriety at heart.
He thought for a moment and actually tried to reason with Lou Yan, "We are staying here temporarily, and this house was allocated to us by the clan chief. If we kick people out now, won't it make us seem...unkind?"
Lou Yan: "..."
The wolf cub was in a terrible temper. He held his breath and kept telling himself: This is my master. This is my master. If I anger him, he will kill me when he regains his memories!
When Lou Yan felt he was calm enough, he spoke with a vicious smile: "Master, don't you think their claim that you and I will have a child is too outrageous?"
According to the clan chief, the child will grow on a tree, which is utterly absurd!
Heng Qichun suddenly lowered his eyes.
He sat on a low stool by the stove, his knees drawn up to his chest. The steam rising from the pot blurred most of his face, giving his cold and stern features a layer of dust.
From a distance, Lou Yan couldn't see his expression clearly, but she felt a vague unease in her heart.
Why isn't he saying anything? Could it be that I said something too harsh and angered him again?
The bedding was already made, but Lou Yan was in no hurry to go out.
A fine layer of sweat clung to his forehead as he stood by the bed, pondering over and over what he had just said.
—Master, don't you think it's too outrageous that they're talking about you and me having a child?
He addressed him as "Master," which wasn't impolite; the word "outrageous" was also accurate, as he confirmed that Heng Qichun had taught him...
Could it be...?
Lou Yan frowned, suddenly realizing that things were getting complicated.
Is Heng Qichun still angry about him driving the clan leader out?
Lou Yan stood there grinding his teeth for a while, racking his brains for a way to deal with the situation.
If all else fails...
If all else fails, I'll just apologize to him!
Lou Yan hesitated repeatedly, his curly hair quickly becoming messy, but in the end he turned around and walked towards Heng Qichun, reluctantly stopping behind his master.
The rabbit meat is warm and fragrant; if the fire isn't turned off soon, it will burn.
Neither the master nor the apprentice spoke. They stared blankly at a pot of rabbit meat that was about to burn, as if the warm fire under the stove was the only source of warmth left in this quiet snowy night.
Lou Yan soon turned his gaze to Heng Qichun's back.
He rarely looked at Heng Qichun from this angle. What came into view was a head of snow-white white hair that stretched down to his waist, and a slightly haggard body sitting with its knees crossed, supported by a sick frame. Even when he heard his footsteps, he did not turn around to look.
He looks really angry.
Lou Yan silently exhaled from his chest and reaffirmed his vow to be a magnanimous wolf king.
He took two steps to stand in front of Heng Qichun and decisively began to coax him, "Master..."
He uttered only one word, and his voice was like a string that had suddenly snapped, leaving his throat silent and unable to utter another word.
All his past and present lives, including his death and rebirth, couldn't compare to the impact of this moment.
If Lou Yan had seen this scene earlier, she certainly wouldn't have allowed herself to spend so much time preparing mentally.
—Heng Qichun cried.
Two lines of clear tears, like water droplets from a broken string, overflowed from her clear, moist eyes, rolling down her cheeks and onto the ground.
It stirred up a handful of old, dusty soil from the ground. Scalding hot.
Lou Yan's heart stopped abruptly from the heat of that single tear. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, eventually curling up and wrinkling like a piece of Xuan paper that Heng Qichun had crushed and thrown away long ago.
It can never be restored to its original state.
With a "plop".
Lou Yan slammed his knees to the ground with a dull thud.
He honestly admitted his mistake, "Master, I was wrong..."
Heng Qichun looked at him with a puzzled expression, loosened his arms that were wrapped around his knees, and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
He seemed not to have expected the little wolf to suddenly kneel down.
"No..." Heng Qichun pursed his lips, his voice slightly hoarse as he spoke. Although extremely disappointed, he still considerately comforted her, "It's not your fault that you don't want to have a child with me."
Lou Yan: "???"
Lou Yan knelt on the spot, not daring to move. He reached out and pressed his ear to make sure that his keen hearing was not impaired.
He didn't mishear.
What did Heng Qichun just say?
—Is it your fault that you don't want to have children with me?
!!
Lou Yan suddenly sprang up from the ground, stopping two steps away from Heng Qichun, not daring to approach. He pushed his hands out and then pulled them back, his face beyond words.
He stammered for a long time before finally saying, "You, I... this, how could you think that?"
There was a sudden silence.
The snowy night was silent. The charcoal fire under the stove was about to go out. The white steam rising from the pot of rabbit meat stood between the master and apprentice, blurring their vision.
After a long while, Lou Yan heard the "drip-drop" sound of a water droplet falling again.
His heart tightened, and he felt a sliver of hope, guessing that it might be the sound of snow melting on the eaves outside.
But when he pushed aside the fog in front of his eyes and looked up, meeting Heng Qichun's reddened eyes and the still-damp tears on his cheeks, Lou Yan's last bit of hope instantly vanished.
He heard Heng Qichun's somewhat confident voice.
“You really don’t want to have a child with me… No wonder you’ve been unwilling to get close to me ever since we were at Sixiang Mountain.”
"No!" Lou Yan hurriedly exclaimed.
As soon as he said it, he lowered his head in embarrassment, secretly blaming himself for his mouth. Damn it, why did he say something like that?
Even with his head down, he could clearly feel Heng Qichun's burning yet lonely gaze. It seemed that the world was vast, and the common people he had once been so devoted to were nothing more than a whispered love confession from his "Daoist partner."
He forgot.
In Heng Qichun's mind, they are now a Daoist couple, and by chance, they have a child together. This is simply a blessing from heaven.
No wonder the people of Nüqishan worship the Nine-Child Mother as a deity.
Lou Yan was somewhat confused. His master was a supreme god, so why did he become so entangled in love and romance after losing his memory?
A bold and audacious guess suddenly popped into his mind: Could it be that... Heng Qichun was originally this kind of person?
Ha ha.
Lou Yan felt that his idea was even more absurd than the trees on Nüqi Mountain being able to give birth.
He couldn't help but tentatively raise his head, cautiously observing Heng Qichun's expression, eager to verify his bold guess.
"Master..."
Heng Qichun exhaled slowly at the sound of that voice. After meeting Lou Yan's gaze, she silently turned her head away, letting her tears slide down her cheeks to her neck, where they lingered for a moment at the spot where Lou Yan had bitten her, mingling with the blood.
Before the night was over, the wound had not yet scabbed over. Perhaps the tears had stung the wound, because Lou Yan saw Heng Qichun shrank his shoulders.
"Master?" Lou Yan peeked at him, but Heng Qichun ignored her, so she swayed to the other side, leaned her head in, and called again, "Master?"
Heng Qichun let out a soft breath, his voice trembling slightly at the end.
His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were even more red, a stark contrast to his usual cold demeanor.
"What are you doing?" Heng Qichun still asked.
Lou Yan pursed her lips and, under Heng Qichun's gaze, slowly leaned closer.
His hot breath sprayed onto Heng Qichun's neck, causing a barely perceptible shiver to run through him.
He tried hard to convince himself.
I was just trying to appease him.
This kiss was different from the one before. It wasn't a desperate act to appease the mountain people, but rather the only way that the clueless wolf cub could think of to please his master.
Lips and teeth meet.
Heng Qichun subconsciously groaned and struggled to get away, but as soon as he moved, Lou Yan grabbed the back of his head.
He roughly understood that Lou Yan's talk of "Daoist partners" was a lie, but he couldn't escape the little wolf's ingratiating kiss.
Lou Yan's first serious kiss was completely devoid of any skill. Her sharp canines and tongue probed back and forth in Heng Qichun's mouth, giving him no chance to breathe.
Heng Qichun could only open his mouth to respond to him.
Silver threads intertwine, and the sound of water fills the air.
Lou Yan suddenly felt regret.
If Heng Qichun hadn't slaughtered the entire immortal sect in his previous life, he might not have so resolutely chosen to perish together with him. If he had succeeded in what he wanted to do, it might have been far more thrilling than this night.
The night passed almost absurdly until the flames died down, and a faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the horizon.
Lou Yan raised his hand and wiped Heng Qichun's swollen lips, which he had bitten, and suddenly asked very seriously, "Does Master like me very much?"
“Little Wolf is very good.” Heng Qichun thought for a moment and said slowly, “Anyone who dares to confess their love will like you.”
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