Zhangsun Xun Yi gazed at the person opposite him. He didn’t know what to say. No cultivator would randomly propose such a thing. But this person was Grandmaster Leng the one who paved his way from a prodigy with the sword to a cultivator that was far out of the reach of all those countless talents the sects had heralded in his youth. Many people had gnashed their teeth in anger at the mere thought of his name and nobody had been able not to envy him.
Ah, he still remembered how Hua Min and he had looked at Hua Min’s Master with sparkling eyes when they were young after they found out that he was friends with that legendary figure.
This kind of person wouldn’t carelessly say anything. And what he had said made sense. Maybe they had been too rigid in their thinking.
He finally nodded. “Should this be implemented in the future when you take over the sect or …”
The Mei Xin festival was traditionally celebrated in the streets of the capital city, starting from the square in front of the Heavenly Emperor’s palace. The first of the three most-talked about couples of the immortal realms to arrive was Qiu Ling and Jing He.
It wasn’t that Qiu Ling wanted to come that early, quite the contrary in fact, but a certain someone had hurried to change his clothes and rushed back to Jing He’s palace with his wife, interrupting them right at the good part. Hmph.
Jing He glanced up and smiled at his husband’s miffed expression. “It’ll be a long day.”
“And we’ll get to spend every second of it together.”
“Mn.” Qiu Ling perked up. That’s right! Even though his father-in-law had disturbed them just when they got to the good part, he had still been with Jing He all morning. And he could spend the rest of the day with him too. How great!
Jing He’s smile broadened when he saw Qiu Ling like that. His husband … seemed to have forgotten that they spent every day together anyway when they were in the dragon realm. Well, he wouldn’t remind him.
When the first sunlight shone into the room the next morning Su Yan grumbled. He pulled up the blanket that Nie Chang had picked up from the ground in the night and buried his head under it.
Nie Chang opened his eyes and smiled. Ah, today was such a wonderful day. They should get up early and go to sleep late to enjoy it as much as possible. He reached up to the little mountain on his chest and patted it.
“Mn!” A paw slapped onto his chest, telling him that this wasn’t a good time to show his affection.
Nie Chang continued to smile brightly and rubbed the blanket. “It’s Friday, darling.”
“I don’t care!”
“Ah? But I’m really happy. How about getting up early and doing something fun?”
Leng Jin Yu only smiled. “So you’ve known since then. I thought it was strange how you looked at the teacup.”
Zhangsun Xun Yi nodded. “I had my doubts. Although I do have to say that I never suspected anything until that day. It’s just that … that tea set was much too distinct and the memory too clear to miss this. I wrote a message to the Liu He Alliance afterward, asking whether there was still one of those paintings around.”
“Ah.” Leng Jin Yu nodded. “That’s right. He loved to paint. And as strange as I thought it was, he always loved to paint me. I guess he kept them.”
“Mn, and since Hua Min knew how much his Master was attached to those paintings he kept him after his death. I feel honored that he would let a disciple bring one of them over here.”
“He probably knew that you wouldn’t ask for one if it wasn’t important. Since we’ve established how this conversation came about why don’t you tell me what it is you wanted to ask?”
Meanwhile, in a dimly lit chamber in the demon realm, a man in an inky black robe stood in front of the dressing table he had fetched from a certain demon king’s room. He gloomily stared at the bronze mirror leaning against a casket with jewelry.
Mn … What should he do? Attending a festival … he had never done that. Not like this, at least. Not in the capital of the Nine Heavens …
He touched the mark between his brows, searching for information on that festival. Apparently, it was celebrated every year and in a grand way too. It was … a festival for lovers? Continue reading
Su Yan pretended … for another twenty seconds. After that, he only clung to Nie Chang’s shoulder, trying very hard not to sound like Xue Chang Fu. He had to save some dignity! He definitely couldn’t let Nie Chang think he was anything like that bastard.
Nie Chang certainly wasn’t thinking about that. In fact, he was quite happy not to think at this moment. With Su Yan not interrupting every ten seconds, the mood he had wanted to set all the time finally set in, making them forget everything around them. For a short while, there were only the two of them and the heat their bodies generated. They both panted and sweat ran down their skin but they didn’t care.
The next day came soon enough and with the light of dawn enveloping the Nine Heavens, the guards at the gates of the capital were greeted with the sight of a handsome man dressed in black. The man smiled while his hands couldn’t help but straighten his sleeves and comb through his hair. The guards were creeped out.
Qiu Ling hadn’t any thoughts to spare for them though. Ah! He had flown to the Nine Heavens. What if the wind had tussled his hair? What if there was some wrinkle in his robes that he had overlooked? He couldn’t appear before his beloved like that! It was too late to make sure, though.
One of the guards had finally calmed his nerves and stepped forward, cupping his fists. “Longjun … What might bring you here?”
“I’m here to see my beloved!”
Leng Jin Yu nodded. “Did you come to talk to Longjun?”
“I came to find that Bai Mu who saved you from the secret realm.”
Leng Jin Yu raised his brows. How come Xin Lan was also looking for Bai Mu? “He is in the restaurant down the road. Longjun is also there but he should leave soon.”
“Meaning I should hurry up because you’re worried I would do something unforgivable?”
Leng Jin Yu looked up at the sky. Ah, the resentment from his previous life … it seemed it hadn’t carried on only on his side. He turned back to Xin Lan and forced himself to smile. “Not that. But Bai Mu is being pursued by the Chun Feng Sect. He is very careful.”
Jing He and his father weren’t the only ones getting ready for the festival. Well, maybe they were. In a small house in the mortal realm, Jinde turned around on the bed, his golden hair flowing over the edge. “Husband …” He bent his legs and smoothed out his robe. “Husband!”
From the corridor, a sigh could be heard. “What happened?” Leng Jin Yu walked in with one bucket of water in each hand. He glanced at Jinde before going over to the tub behind the folding screen and pouring the water in. Mn, that should be enough. He put the buckets down at the side of the room and went to the bed. “I’ve finished.”
One slender leg stretched over and the big toe brushed his leg. “You were saying …?” Continue reading
Nie Chang laughed despite himself. In fact, once he started he couldn’t even stop. He doubled over and put his forehead against Su Yan’s shoulder, his body shaking with laughter until tears welled up.
“What … What are you laughing at?!” Su Yan slapped his boyfriend’s shoulder but Nie Chang still didn’t stop. “I’m saying the truth! You can try it yourself if you want and see if it feels better for you!”
“I’m … I’m sorry … darling.” Nie Chang said so but he still continued to laugh. Ah, he wasn’t doing this on purpose! He just couldn’t get over it. Why did his darling have to be so blunt? Everyone would have to laugh in this situation! Continue reading