In fact, Lin Fuqing couldn’t remember too clearly what had happened after that.
The fire suddenly rose up, reflecting the red silk in the room, making it even more dazzling. Fang Zhiyuan was very excited, and he struggled with him for a long time. Suddenly, he pressed him to the head of the bed and kissed him fiercely, calling “shige” vaguely between his wet lips and teeth.
Lin Fuqing’s thoughts became blank. He even forgot the spell to put out the fire that he had originally intended to use. He was kissed for a long time with his eyes blank before he finally woke up.
What was going on…?!
How did things suddenly get out of control like this?
The Demon Lord was suddenly panicked. He struggled twice, causing them to lose their balance and fall down instead.
Fang Zhiyuan instinctively hugged Lin Fuqing tightly in his arms. The two of them rolled straight into the red carpet of the bridal chamber, which was on fire.
Having suddenly fallen into this bright sea of fire, Lin Fuqing’s hairpin fell off, and his black hair scattered on his red dress.
Through the flames, he saw the torn red gauze curtains piled on the ground like colorful clouds. Not far away, the brass candlestick was overturned, and the candlelight flickered like a dream.
Sparks flew around him. The Demon Lord’s eyes were wide open, his long eyelashes trembling, his body unable to move, and he could hear the crackling sound of burning.
It didn’t hurt, nor was it hot. The wedding candles only used ordinary fire, so even if they were lying in a bed of fire, they were not afraid.
Lin Fuqing was stunned and unable to move because Fang Zhiyuan was hugging him tightly. Suddenly, he bent down and kissed him again, more passionately than before.
Lin Fuqing asked blankly, “Zhiyuan?”
Fang Zhiyuan was not fully conscious. The fire had dyed his eyes an extremely aggressive bright red, and his thin lips opened and closed: “…Where is the woman you like?”
He pressed down on Lin Fuqing, gazing at him, before suddenly completely tearing his already tattered wedding gown.
Fang Zhiyuan reached out and wrapped his fingers around the slender ankle hidden underneath, muttering hoarsely. “I’m bullying you, why is there no one to protect you…”
Lin Fuqing’s face turned pale instantly.
He suddenly realized something and tried to back away, whispering, “No! I… No! Stop, you can’t do this… Zhiyuan!”
But it couldn’t be stopped, just like the fire that fell on the wine and was destined to burn fiercely.
The bright fire burned from the red curtains to the window paper, from the pupils to the heart, burning all rational restraints into ashes. When the wind blew, it was blown to the ends of the earth.
……(Jin-style pull-lamp) (TN: referring to Jinjiang censorship)
The night was still long, and a faint crescent moon hung atop of the snow-covered city.
By the late hour, Lin Fuqing could no longer bear it, his consciousness became blurred, and he felt as if he was wrapped in a scorching fire, or thrown into a heat wave and floating up and down.
His voice was hoarse, and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes, rolling down into his tangled black hair.
It was out of control and no one could stop it.
With the cultivation level of the Demon Lord and the Immortal Sovereign, the yin and yang qi in their bodies were extremely strong. The yin and yang qi attracted each other, so under this situation of skin-to-skin contact, it was no less than thunder in the sky and fire on earth.
…In fact, the so-called dual cultivation between Taoist partners referred to this.
Unfortunately, Lin Fuqing and Fang Zhiyuan followed completely different paths. This situation had never happened before, so they naturally could not be generalized as an ordinary Taoist couple.
The yin and yang qi transformed into two invisible giant dragons, one black and one white, flowing majestically through their meridians. Not to mention being unable to stop at this point, if there was even the slightest mistake, they were in danger of exploding and dying in an instant.
At first, Lin Fuqing was able to grit his teeth and control the yin qi in his meridians, but soon he was no longer able to do so. The coldness spread throughout his limbs and bones, as if he had fallen into an icy cave.
At one point he feared that the out-of-control yin qi would hurt Fang Zhiyuan again.
But no, Fang Zhiyuan’s temperature was still so scorching hot, and it quickly warmed up the chill that was rising in his body.
Only then did Lin Fuqing vaguely realize that Zhiyuan had probably been deliberately suppressing part of his cultivation in the past.
Yin and Yang are completely opposite in nature, and it was not easy to try to reconcile them into coexistence. Fang Zhiyuan actually… would rather be the one who got hurt every time than let him take this risk.
Fang Zhiyuan’s voice was low and hoarse beside his ear, “Shige…why are you so cold? Where is the woman you like?”
“Since she’s not here. There’s no point in marrying her…”
Fang Zhiyuan actually smiled foolishly, hazily raised his fingers to wipe away the tears on Lin Fuqing’s face, before frowning in distress. With a soft sigh, he said, “Don’t cry, I’ll warm you up.”
Lin Fuqing was in a daze, with tears hanging on his eyelashes, shining in the light of the fire that had not yet been extinguished.
He thought…what was going on?
Clearly, in his impression, his little troublemaker was still that cold and stubborn young man in black. He thought he would cherish and protect this person for the rest of his life.
But in the blink of an eye, time had dyed the white lotus red.
When did he become unable to break free from Fang Zhiyuan’s shackles? When did Fang Zhiyuan become the one who warmed his unspeakable coldness and tolerated his unspeakable thorns?
Later, Lin Fuqing became half-fainted due to pleasure. In a trance, he had one bizarre dream after another.
Sometimes he dreamed that he was knocked down by yin qi when the sky cracked, and he had sunk in the dark and cold deep sea, about to suffocate and freeze to death; suddenly the ice and sea broke, and Fang Zhiyuan lifted him out from the bottom of the sea. Beams of golden sunlight penetrated the clouds, and winter passed and spring came.
Sometimes he dreamed that he was stumbling along a dark forest or mountain road, but he saw Fang Zhiyuan standing on the edge of a high cliff with the bright moon behind him.
He retreated in panic, saying that he was dirty and cold, and begged Fang Zhiyuan not to touch him. But the man parted the night and landed in front of him, holding him tightly in his arms.
Sure enough, everything turned around.
He was already the Demon Lord, but his heart was hunched over by unspeakable darkness and blood.
He hid and fled from Fang Zhiyuan in fear, fearing that he would freeze his star. But Fang Zhiyuan caught him back, hugged him, warmed him…and loved him.
He was loved.
It was at this moment that Lin Fuqing’s firm belief was shaken. He originally thought that he was carrying the sins that weighed down the three realms, and that he was not worthy of enjoying warmth in this life, nor did he want to actively pursue a romantic relationship between himself and Fang Zhiyuan.
But when the scorching temperature really enveloped him, Lin Fuqing admitted that he was greedy, indulgent, and selfish.
—After all, Fang Zhiyuan was in a state of confusion after being drunk. He was confused and obsessed with unspeakable emotions. But he, Lin Fuqing, only half-heartedly resisted twice before closing his eyes in consent, letting him do whatever he wanted.
He admitted that he wanted this, for he was reluctant to give up this warmth and was willing to make the best of this situation.
…….
The next day dawned.
When Lin Fuqing woke up in Fang Zhiyuan’s arms, his sanity finally returned.
He endured pain all over his body and got up from the ground. He took a look at the mess, then looked at the “culprit” who was still sleeping soundly, and he just wanted to sigh and lament.
The fire had been extinguished, and the originally bright and festive wedding candles were burnt to a scorched mess.
What’s more, the traces left after making love were even more unbearable to look at.
Fortunately, Lin Fuqing sent a message outside earlier last night, prohibiting anyone from approaching this place. If someone broke in and saw it, both the Immortal Sovereign and the Demon Lord would lose face.
Lin Fuqing glanced at the person next to him. Fang Zhiyuan hadn’t woken up yet. He was sleeping soundly with his eyelashes drooping and his lips pursed. There were no longer any signs of the madness of last night.
He was overwhelmed with emotions, feeling bittersweet.
This was great.
He had a good time last night, but what should he do in the future?
Lin Fuqing didn’t know how to face Fang Zhiyuan when he woke up. So he dressed and tidied the room and himself till he could present himself to others, then quietly found a clean room for Fang Zhiyuan.
Even though they had been childhood sweethearts, it was still somewhat embarrassing when something like this happened.
Lin Fuqing’s cheeks turned slightly red. He felt embarrassed waiting by the bed for Fang Zhiyuan to wake up, so he quietly ran to the next room to sit and drink tea to clear his mind.
While thinking about the words he would use later, he waited quietly with a bit of evil interest for the man to come running to him in a panic and admit his mistake and apologize.
It was a pity that the Demon Lord, who always had a plan for everything, made a mistake this time.
There were all kinds of things in this world, so naturally there were some people with strange physiques.
For example, some people insisted on drinking even though they couldn’t drink much; some people became insane and crazy if they drank too much, and their personalities became disorderly; and some people would not remember anything, no matter what evil they did when they were drunk.
The above three types of people may be the same person.
In fact, logically speaking, Lin Fuqing should have been the one who knew best about his junior brother’s strange physique.
What’s more, last night the two of them practiced dual cultivation to the point where both their yin and yang energies went out of control. Under such stimulation, it was normal for Fang Zhiyuan to forget what happened last night.
Only……
The Demon Lord felt hopeless.
Well, this little troublemaker broke into the city and set the bridal room on fire, pinned him to the ground and tossed him around for the whole night, making him cry until he passed out, but the next day he didn’t remember anything?!!
Lin Fuqing really wanted to ask God——
How could this be?
Immortal Sovereign Fang, who had no recall of what happened, was obviously at a loss. He probably also vaguely knew that he was in a bad mood last night, so he asked tentatively in fear: “I…I…did I say anything inappropriate last night?”
Lin Fuqing was already numb with sadness in his heart, but he pretended to be nonchalant and said, “No.”
…You just did something.
Lin Fuqing said, “You just pulled me over and called me Shige twice.”
…and then fucked me all night.
Lin Fuqing continued, “I wanted to give you some medicine to sober you up, but you were so restless that I couldn’t hold you down, so I let you toss and turn all night. I didn’t expect you to forget it.”
…I let you torment me all night long, but I didn’t expect you to forget about it.
Fang Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered with an evasive look, “That’s…good, that’s good. I’m really sorry for disturbing shige’s wedding night.”
“……….”
Lin Fuqing forced a smile and spoke fiercely, “It’s okay…! There’s nothing to be sorry about. You got drunk and made a scene, but it didn’t affect my wedding night. I was very happy last night and did everything I wanted to do.”
Fang Zhiyuan’s face gradually turned pale. His right hand was hidden behind his back, his palm was bleeding from the force of his nails digging into flesh. But he still forced a smile and said, “I, I was really drunk yesterday. Look at the stupid things I did…”
The Demon Lord’s tone and words were so abnormal, yet he didn’t hear a single word of it.
Lin Fuqing was silent.
He finally couldn’t bear it anymore, and after a while he sighed and said softly, “Drinking will cause trouble, so drink less in the future.”
The Demon Lord thought to himself: Actually, it’s better if Zhiyuan forgets it. It will save a lot of trouble.
It was a mistake in the first place, but now it has been corrected. Meanwhile, he even got a sweet dream and a night of pleasure for it.
“……I’m not good. I’llstop drinking from now on.” Fang Zhiyuan shook his head slowly and said in a deep voice, “I’m sorry for bothering you last night. Next time, when I get married, you should come to Golden Osmanthus Palace to drink a few glasses of wedding wine with me.”
“……..”
The reluctance and relief that had just risen in Lin Fuqing’s heart was extinguished. He smiled coldly and said, “Of course… It’s getting late, you should leave.”
“Yes, I’m leaving.”
Fang Zhiyuan nodded with a dazed look in his eyes, then he turned around and walked out.
Before he had taken two steps, Lin Fuqing caught up with him from behind, and handed the black gold long sword back to him with a look of confusion. “Don’t you want your Huangyang sword anymore?”
Fang Zhiyuan was momentarily stunned. He finally sensed that his life-contracted immortal weapon was missing from his sea of consciousness. “Why is Huangyang here with you?”
His expression was uncertain, and he tried to remember. “Did I… draw my sword outside Snowbone City last night?”
Lin Fuqing was too lazy to even get angry with him. Thousands of words rushed to his throat and turned into a sentence that gave him a headache, “…I’ll take you out of the city.”
Fang Zhiyuan was silent for a long while before he took Huangyang and said softly, “…Don’t send me off this time. I know the way out of Snowbone City. Shige, go and accompany the bride. How can you leave a girl alone on the morning of the wedding?”
Lin Fuqing also fell silent. He suddenly felt pain in his waist, back, and some unspeakable place again.
So the Demon Lord said sincerely, “You’re right. I’ll go back then.”
……..
On that day, the Demon Lord returned to his bedroom and did not allow anyone inside. He personally arranged the layout of the bridal chamber, including red candles, incense, fruits, soft curtains, mandarin duck quilts and other items. He also burned all the rags that had not been completely burned one by one with his own hands.
At that time, Lin Fuqing was thinking about Fang Zhiyuan’s distraught that could be clearly seen through the flying smoke, feeling both amused and helpless.
Forget it, forget it, don’t force it if it’s not destined.
He was determined to hide the truth, and he stopped Ah’Yuan from thinking about it. It was good, because that person said he wanted to invite him to his wedding…
He wondered what kind of person his little calamity star liked? Was she a fairy or an immortal? Was she gentle or fierce?
At that time, Lin Fuqing really thought that within a few years he would be able to attend his shidi’s wedding.
He smiled faintly, forcing himself to calm down, and he waited.
He waited and waited, and ended up waiting for so long, so long…
Until Fang Zhiyuan died tragically at the foot of Xuyun Mountain while trying to protect him.
He never got the chace to drank that glass of wedding wine.
Author’s words:
Lin Fuqing: I am a great demon king, and I have only practiced dual cultivation with one person in this life, and I was able to do it. But that person not only lost his memory, but also stubbornly believed that I had 3,000 beauties in my harem, and refused to listen to my explanation, and even gave himself a sad script.
Lin Fuqing: Life is so hard.