Chapter 5 Wedding Night
When they arrived at the sky garden, the roof of the wedding car opened to both sides, like spreading wings, which was very cool. He Qing looked up and saw robots scattering flowers. The sky was filled with balloons and ribbons, and it was very festive.
He looked down again and saw the guests standing in the garden to greet them. Flowers were blooming all around, the fragrance was fragrant, and there were children holding baskets and scattering flowers. The reporter's floating ball was also broadcasting live.
General Duan's wedding attracted national attention.
[It’s finally about to begin. The general is getting married but the groom is not me. 】
[Don't be like this, the general should be happy about his marriage! Bless the general! ]
【Bless the General! 】
He Qing held a handful of pink lotus flowers in her hands, and she and Duan Chenhui got off the hovercraft and walked onto the red carpet covered with flower petals. The flower girls on both sides kept throwing flowers at them, grabbing a handful of flowers with their little hands and throwing them over.
"Brother, brother! Congratulations on your prosperity!"
"Stupid is a blessing 99!"
"Oh yeah, blessings 99!"
He Qing smiled and waved the bouquet to them. The flower girls were from both families. "The children are all very cute."
"Yes." Duan Chenhui agreed deeply.
He Qing whispered again: "I think the general really likes children. I have a disability——"
"Don't say anything to spoil the fun of our wedding today, and we've already agreed on this before." Duan Chenhui said in a low voice, raising his chin to signal him to look at the reporter's camera.
He Qing's attempt to persuade the general failed again. After thinking it over, he still felt that three years was too long. If he brought up this matter often, the general might get impatient. It would be best if he got angry and - divorce!
He Qing thought as he walked onto the wedding stage made of flowers. The ceremonial officer touched their foreheads with a staff and said, "Blessings to the two newlyweds. Now please swear to the statue that you will stay together forever."
He Qing took a look at the statue. It had a wreath on its head and another in each hand. It was probably the god of love, and somewhat resembled the flower god in Chinese mythology.
"From today onwards, I, Duan Chenhui, will..." Duan Chenhui raised his hand.
He Qing also raised his hand and followed Duan Chenhui in reciting the long oath. After he finished, the ceremonial officer added wine to the jade cup on offer: "Please ask the two newlyweds to swear an oath with blood."
"?!" He Qing didn't expect there was this aspect of dripping blood. Even if they were not in the same time and space, things like offering sacrifices to heaven and dripping blood would be related to the Way of Heaven.
He Qing glanced at Duan Chenhui quietly and coughed lightly: "General... this drop of blood, I have hemophilia..."
"Hmm?" Duan Chenhui looked at his arm, "I heard that your previous wound has healed."
"..." He Qing smiled weakly, "Can we skip this step and exchange rings directly?"
Duan Chenhui comforted him considerately: "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt."
He Qing glanced at the floating ball that was broadcasting live. People from all over the galaxy were watching them, so he could only continue to act. So he used telekinesis to get some chicken blood to replace the real thing.
Sorry Chicken.
Duan Chenhui stepped forward, picked up the small needle on the table, put his finger in front of the jade cup, and pricked himself without blinking, letting a drop of blood drip, then stepped back.
He Qing also stepped forward, put down the bouquet, and picked up another needle on the table. The two needles were connected with a red rope, and they must not drip their own blood.
He held the needle and blocked the camera with the back of his hand, quickly dripped a drop of blood, then put the needle down and stepped back.
Duan Chenhui glanced at the wine glass, turned back and asked him: "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." He Qing smiled and slowly took his hand out. In order to make it look more realistic, he really pricked himself, so it was a little red.
Duan Chenhui took a look, took out the ring, and put it on the finger that had been pricked by the needle.
The people in the live broadcast room suddenly got stuck: [Fuck! Is the general serious? ]
【Oh my god...I can't believe it.】
[What the hell! What did I see?! Is this the highest oath? It means that I will never cheat no matter what. ]
[Fuck, I'm suddenly jealous. My damn husband never does this even though he treats me well!]
He Qing looked up at Duan Chenhui. Although the Xingji ring could be worn anywhere, he suddenly realized that Duan Chenhui's behavior had some different meaning.
Duan Chenhui then stretched out his hand, with a smile on his face: "It's your turn."
He Qing suddenly smiled. If that was the case, he would return the favor and put on the full performance. He also put the ring on Duan Chenhui's finger that only had needle marks on it.
Live broadcast room: [? !!! Is this a two-way trip? I don’t believe it! ]
[I don’t believe it!!]
[But it seems... it seems to be real. 】
Duan Chenhui smiled again. Although it was a fake marriage, he would not allow any cheating or accidents during the marriage, including himself.
Jing Yi, who was standing in the audience, slapped his forehead. He finally remembered what he forgot to tell He Qing. All Alphas and Enigmas are naturally possessive of their partners. They believe that their married partners are their property, regardless of whether they love them or not.
After the ceremony, He Qing was led off the stage by Duan Chenhui's hand.
He Qing glanced at the hands of the two men, the Galaxy Ring of Fragmented Starlight was shining brightly. Although they had sworn an oath, they were still strangers.
After walking down the flower stand and coming to the hall, the toasting session began. He Qing was dragged away by Jing Yi for a while in the middle of the toast: "Do you know what it means when General Duan wears a ring?"
Jingyi held up the light screen for him to see.
He Qing read ten lines at a glance, his expression calm: "Amitabha, I will not break the precepts, it's not a big problem."
Jing Yi thought about it and pushed his glasses: "That's right, it seems that the cultivation you have also requires meditation." He knew a little bit about it.
"Yes." He Qing was more certain than Jing Yi and Duan Chen Hui that he would not be tempted. He looked outside and asked, "When will the toasting session end?"
Jing Yi also took a look and said, "They probably want to get you drunk."
He Qing walked out with a smile on his face: "But I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk."
Jingyi held the camera and smiled: "Wait, I want to record it."
"Then you have to follow me closely."
He Qing, who could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, returned to Duan Chenhui and pushed Duan Chenhui around the field. People initially thought that He Qing was too happy, until they finally saw He Qing's heroic feat of getting everyone drunk.
Live broadcast room: [Fuck! This self-proclaimed weak Omega can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk? ]
[Uh... maybe even though he's useless, he also has his good points, like he's born not to get drunk? ]
[Some genes are indeed... but the skill tree is not selected properly, ugh, what a pity. ]
Duan Chenhui was actually quite surprised, but he was still a little worried: "Can you get drunk?"
He Qing smiled gently: "This is probably my only advantage..."
Duan Chenhui looked at the drunk He family members in front of him and waved to the robot to bring a cup of hangover tea: "This is honey water, drink a cup to relieve your mood."
"Thank you, General." He Qing took it and drank it slowly. After finishing it, he suddenly fell to the ground and didn't move.
Duan Chenhui was stunned and looked down at him. He could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, but he fell down after drinking just one glass of honey water?
Live broadcast room: [? ? What's going on? Is the aftereffect coming? ]
[It seems that she is just slow to react. She is indeed quite weak... Maybe...]
Duan Chenhui had no choice but to stand up and carry He Qing to his wheelchair. After checking, he found that He Qing was indeed just drunk and it might be the aftereffects of the illness. He pushed him out, walked to the door and looked up at the garden.
"Number 10, go back."
"Yes." Duan Chenhui's hovercraft drove over and the AI opened the door automatically.
Duan Chenhui carried He Qing inside, and someone half drunk and half awake ran over: "General... are you guys going back?"
"Let's go back and rest first. There's a buffet here. Let's drink more." Duan Chenhui got in the car and waved to his relatives and friends.
The vehicle took off into the air, and the live broadcast room suddenly became dark.
Live broadcast room: [? ? Is this the end? What about the wedding night? ]
[What is the person above thinking? How can the wedding night be broadcast live! ]
[Damn it, but I want to see it! The general must be very powerful! ]
[Hey, hey, hey! Is that something I can say? I want to…]
*
He Qing woke up in a daze and pressed his forehead. Yes, he was a flower. Drinking honey would make him drunk for some reason. Honey was like a hundred flowers wine to him. It was sweet and intoxicating, and it would be easy for him to fall to the ground.
But where is this?
He Qing blinked and looked at the mosquito net above his head, then turned around and saw Duan Chenhui coming in from outside with a bowl in his hand.
He Qing's heart trembled. This was the general's bedroom! He quickly got up and stood beside the bed in a proper manner: "General, I'm awake. I'll go out first."
"Drink it." Duan Chenhui handed over the bowl.
"What is it?" He Qing took it carefully, looked down, and saw that it was a bowl of tea.
"The doctor said you are allergic to honey and drinking this will make you fine." Duan Chenhui was also a little surprised that some people could be allergic to honey.
"It should be." He Qing smiled. It was right to say that he was allergic to honey. He raised his head and finished drinking the tea, but still felt uncomfortable somewhere. However, he could not tell where it was for a moment, and his head was a little confused. He wanted to go back and chant some scriptures to wake his head up.
Duan Chenhui saw him holding the bowl in a daze after finishing drinking, so he took it with a smile, put the porcelain bowl on the bedside table, and said with some amusement: "Go to sleep, tonight is your wedding night."
He Qing touched his forehead, looked back at the wedding bed, and was dazzled by the bright red. Should he fulfill his husband's responsibilities? Probably not...
He Qing closed his eyes and silently recited the Heart Sutra: "General Duan, I will not break the precepts."
Duan Chenhui glanced at him. He was sure that He Qing was still not awake. He sat on the other side of the bed and patted the mattress: "Come up."
He Qing looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and sat down: "...I really won't break the rules."
Duan Chenhui took off his coat quickly.
He Qing hesitated for a moment and grabbed Duan Chenhui's hand to untie his clothes: "General... I really don't--"
"I know, you said you wouldn't break the rules." Duan Chenhui smiled and pushed a medicine bottle in front of him, "Apply the medicine to me."
He Qing was startled for a moment, then completely sobered up, and immediately got out of bed: "General, I'm sorry." It was rumored that Hundred Flowers Wine would make plant-type fairies want to bloom... No wonder he felt dizzy since just now.
Duan Chenhui observed him and raised his lips: "Finally woke up?"
"Awake..." He Qing took the medicine bottle and took a look at it.
"It's not rude to me." Duan Chenhui said again.
He Qing glanced at him, but he was not a real Omega in his mind. He looked at Duan Chenhui's feet and said, "I can treat the general's legs. Can we divorce after I cure them?"
"Only you would say something so depressing on your wedding night." Duan Chenhui leaned against the head of the bed, "So what do you want to treat it with?"
"Ahem...my pollen..." He Qing said hesitantly, "but I don't have it yet..." After turning into a fairy, every part of his body has medicinal effects, and the most effective ones are naturally the flowers.
He Qing glanced at Duan Chenhui again. Since the general also liked to drink lotus tea and eat lotus seeds and lotus roots, it didn't matter. Besides, he was a plant, so it shouldn't matter.
Duan Chenhui thought he was joking and said with a smile: "Then I will wait for you to bloom?"
"Okay, General, it's a deal." He Qing smiled and ran up to Duan Chenhui to roll up his trouser legs. "Then I'll apply the medicine to you now? Where should I apply it?"
Duan Chenhui grabbed his wrist fiercely: "I'm just kidding, I can do it myself, you go out."
"Let me see if it's serious?" He Qing wanted to continue, but Duan Chenhui held him tighter.
Duan Chenhui narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "He Qing, I'm Enigma, I drank a little too much tonight."
He Qing looked into his eyes and saw his own shadow in the other's pupils. He faintly smelled the cold aroma of wine in the air. He suddenly realized that it was Duan Chenhui's pheromone, not because they had drunk too much.
"Well...good night, General. Bye." He Qing broke free from Duan Chenhui's hand, ran away quickly, and closed the door for him.
Duan Chenhui looked towards the door, and smelled a fresh scent of lotus in his nose, mixed with his own scent. Suddenly, he felt an indescribable ambiguity.
Duan Chenhui pressed his forehead, lowered his head and sent a message to He Qing: [Your pheromones are overflowing, take an inhibitor. ]
*
As soon as He Qing sat on the bed, he received Duan Chenhui's message. He touched his chest and found that it was indeed because of drinking honey, plus he was indeed an Omega.
[Okay.] He Qing sighed. It turned out that his pheromones had affected Duan Chenhui. The pheromones in this world were so powerful that even two people who didn't love each other could be deceived by pheromones.
[Do you want me to help you fight? ] Duan Chenhui asked him again the next second.
[I have an inhibitor, just give it a shot, I know how to do it.] He Qing took out a tube of cold green liquid from the space. He had not used an inhibitor in the three years since his rebirth. Maybe it was because the White Tower was full of Omegas, and the genes didn't think it was necessary to seduce people?
He Qing rolled up his sleeves and gestured with his arm. It was his first time to try an injection using modern technology and it felt a bit novel. Just as he was about to give the injection, he heard a knock on the door.
"He Qing, open the door."
"General?" He Qing opened the door with confusion. Duan Chenhui was standing outside, dressed neatly and holding a medicine box in his hand.
"I'll beat you." Duan Chenhui said.
He Qing raised the syringe: "I think it's very simple."
Duan Chenhui's eyes twitched as he watched He Qing shaking the syringe. He walked in and pointed to the chair next to the desk: "Sit down and roll up your sleeves."
Seeing Duan Chenhui, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, He Qing sat down obediently. Duan Chenhui probably saw that he had never taken inhibitors by himself, so he pulled up his sleeves and said, "Then please show me, General, so I can do it myself next time."
"Then watch carefully." Duan Chenhui first applied disinfectant to him, took out another inhibitor, unscrewed the anti-bacterial cap, released the bubbles, and looked down at his arm, but after a while he did not move.
"What's wrong?" He Qing looked up in confusion.
"It's okay." Duan Chenhui's fingers holding the syringe paused slightly, then controlled the force and angle to insert it.
He Qing turned his head to look at the needle: "I don't feel anything. The general's technique is very good." He flattered her calmly.
Duan Chenhui seemed relieved: "It's all technology, just hold the cotton swab yourself." He covered the syringe, put it in a sealed bag and threw it into the trash can, "Tomorrow a robot will come to sort it."
"Okay, thank you, General." He Qing released the cotton swab and took a look. He could not see any traces with the naked eye. It seemed that Duan Chenhui really treated him as a delicate Omega?
But he is a cultivator, and his skin is actually "indestructible"... I wonder if the general would be so angry that he would vomit blood if he knew the truth.
"Then you should have a good rest." Before leaving, Duan Chenhui took a quick look at He Qing's room. He Qing's room was even more deserted than he had imagined.
The layout is almost black and white. The four treasures of the study are placed together on the bedside table, and the books are stacked on the corner of the table. There are no pillows on the sofa, no snacks on the coffee table, and nothing that young people like.
Duan Chenhui's eyes flickered slightly and he looked back at He Qing.
He Qing smiled at him: "What's wrong, General?"
"It's okay." Duan Chenhui turned around and walked out, closed the door, and glanced at the goldfish tank downstairs. He thought he knew He Qing a little, but for the first time he knew so clearly that he didn't know He Qing at all.
Just like he doesn't know what wild goldfish look like, because there are no wild goldfish here.
*
In the room, He Qing calmly saw Duan Chenhui off, then looked back at his own dormitory and realized that he had made a mistake. Duan Chenhui was a general, and a very powerful general. His own dormitory was lifeless in the eyes of ordinary people...
If I had known, I would not have opened the door. He Qing threw away the cotton swab, held the wooden fish and knocked on it: "Muyu, Muyu, what should I do?"
Naturally, the wooden fish would not respond to him. After knocking the wooden fish, He Qing decided to make amends for himself. He went online overnight and bought some things that the young people here loved, such as mechas, spaceships, and central intelligent replica models.
He took a look at the mecha. He had only seen Duan Chenhui's mecha. It was indeed very exquisite. He wondered what it felt like to sit on it?
If he has the chance, he would still like to try it.
*
The next day, He Qing got up and made his face paler to make himself look more normal, but Duan Chenhui was shocked when he saw him.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
"There are always those days..." He Qing stammered.
Duan Chenhui didn't want to ask any more questions: "If you still feel uncomfortable, you can see your family doctor. Come and have dinner."
"Yes." He Qing successfully avoided being questioned.
While outsiders were speculating on how many days EO would last, He Qing was sitting in the dining room with Duan Chenhui, eating breakfast in a respectful manner.
In order to make the performance more realistic, Duan Chenhui went out after a few days: "I may not come back in the next few days."
"It's okay, General, just work hard." He Qing's eyes lit up. Then he could refine pills at home.
Duan Chenhui raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "School is about to start for you, get your things ready, don't you need me to send you off?"
He Qing immediately waved his hand: "No, I can go by myself, I'm not a child."
Seeing that He Qing wanted to sever ties with him immediately, Duan Chenhui nodded indifferently, lowered his head and used a knife to cut a piece of steak.
He Qing glanced at his steak and ate his salad silently. It turned out that even Enigma had a susceptible period of emotional instability?
Duan Chenhui finished his steak, pressed his eyes, and stood up: "Then I'm going out."
"Okay, General, be careful on your way." He Qing saw that Duan Chenhui's face was a little uncertain, so he decided to send him to the door obediently, "Goodbye, General."
"goodbye."
He Qing breathed a sigh of relief only after seeing Duan Chenhui get into the car.
*
Duan Chenhui sat in the car and looked outside. Yang Fan smelled some special wine aroma and was a little surprised: "General, are you susceptible to it?"
"Yeah." Duan Chenhui took out an inhibitor from his space ring, rolled up his sleeves and injected it, without being as particular as he was when he gave He Qing the injection.
Yang Fan sighed: "You need the comfort of Omega or Alpha now-"
"No need." Duan Chenhui's cold voice sounded even colder.
Yang Fan had to say something else: "General, I checked the person at the auction, but I couldn't find his account... He might really be a foreigner. We were intercepted by the central intelligence of the foreigner and need to apply for permission."
"Don't worry about it for now."
"Um?"
"He will show up again." Duan Chenhui turned his head to look outside.
Yang Fan concentrated on driving. He glanced at Duan Chenhui again. The general's mental strength has been relatively stable recently and he is not as prone to turmoil as before.
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