Content Warning: Sexual Intercourse
Lou Jing felt something explode in his brain. He leapt off his horse and shot toward Xiao Chengjun like an arrow.
Xiao Chengjun didn’t even blink as he took a small half-step back. Yun Shi’er had already moved in front of him to block the blow, but before he felt any impact, the scar-faced fellow was sent flying with a single kick.
His huge body landed hard against the side of a stone statue, then slid limply to the ground. Before he was able to struggle to his feet, a brocade boot pinned him firmly to the ground.
Scarface’s body was solid and muscular, and even this hard hit didn’t faze him too much. Once he got his breath back, he started yelling loudly. Before he could form a coherent sentence, however, the person stepping on him had already pulled out the sword at his hip and thrust it through his hand, nailing it onto the stone floor. “Which bastar… AH!” he screamed.
That anguished scream from the burly bandit caused the refugees huddled on the other side to completely lose it. In their terror, they battered down the dilapidated window and fled through it.
Lou Jing looked coldly at the burly fellow whose back he was stepping on. He looked like a tortoise that was struggling frantically because it had been turned on its shell. “Kill them all,” he said, his voice as cold as ice.
“Yes, sir!” the Youyun guards answered in unison.
“Zhuoyu?” Xiao Chengjun looked at the black-clad person in disbelief. He couldn’t help smiling after that. The melancholy cloud around him had been growing thicker by the day dissipated in that instant, replaced by a sudden rush of joy.
The sword-wielding fellow realised that things were not looking good, and he used all his might to block Yun Shisan’s sword. “Block!” he shouted at the axe-carrying fellow.
Big Axe got his meaning. They had to quickly grab hold of that expensive-looking gongzi and use him as a hostage in order to get out of here alive. They’d done this sort of thing umpteen times. Big Axe raised his weapon and blocked the Youyun guards’ attack, creating an opening for Sword Guy to dash in.
The inside of the worship hall wasn’t large enough to hold so many people comfortably. Sword Guy took advantage of the fact that everyone was presently tangled in battle and charged straight at Xiao Chengjun.
Xiao Chengjun’s eyes were still on Lou Jing when he drew his sword smoothly out of its sheath and brought it up to counter Sword Guy’s huge blade. The moment that thin-looking sword met its much bigger opponent, a great crack sounded, and the large sword immediately broke cleanly into two parts. Before the mountain bandit could react, the sword in Xiao Chengjun’s hand moved, snakelike, plunging straight into Sword Guy’s heart.
Yun Shi’er kicked the fellow away and slit his throat. Very shortly, the sounds of another three throats being slit could be heard, and they were quickly dragged out by the Youyun guards.
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Lou Jing looked up and cupped his husband’s handsome face with both hands. He just couldn’t get enough of it no matter how many times he looked at him. He gazed dreamily at Xiao Chengjun for a few moments, then said, “I came to look for you.”
“Nn,” Xiao Chengjun acknowledged softly, gazing back in an equally dreamy fashion.
They didn’t say anything more.
Lou Jing didn’t speak of how he had travelled hard with very little rest to get here, and Xiao Chengjun didn’t talk about how he had no appetite the past few days. They just looked silently at each other; they had a thousand things to tell each other, but they didn’t know where to begin or how to put it into words.
Yun Jiu elbowed Yun Yi, trying to get him to say something. Yun Yi glared at him. He wasn’t as foolish as to break this moment between the newly reunited couple.
Yun Jiu looked at the struggling scar-faced tortoise pinned to the floor that looked like it was about to give up its ghost, then raised his chin in said tortoise’s direction, his eyes looking meaningfully at Yun Yi. What do we do with this fellow?
Their Master had not killed this man even though he was in a real rage at the time, so he must have thought to use this fellow somehow. Given this, they couldn’t kill him. If they dragged him out now, it would certainly create a lot of noise, and that noise would disturb their master and Min Wang, who were very obviously having a romantic moment. On the other hand, if they didn’t do anything and just left that disgusting fellow there, they would probably get scolded when Lou Jing came back to his senses.
Yun Yi frowned, indicating that he wanted Yun Jiu to come up with a plan, but Yun Jiu gave him a look that said, “You’re the boss, you make the decision”. Yun Yi was so irritated that he wanted to give him two good solid kicks. He turned to Yun Shisan and Yun Shi’er, who were still standing stupidly by the side not knowing what to do with themselves, and gave them a meaningful look. Yun Jiu pulled down some oilcloth from the altar, balled it up and stuffed it into Scarface’s mouth. Yun Yi pulled out his sword, and Yun Shisan and Yun Shi’er picked up the man and flew out. Everyone present quickly left the worship hall, and Yun Jiu closed the dilapidated door behind him.
“Hahaha!” The guards’ stealthy movements hadn’t escaped Xiao Chengjun’s sharp eyes, and the moment the door closed, he couldn’t help laughing out loud.
Lou Jing’s expression darkened. His beautiful moment, the one in which he finally reunited with his husband after travelling a thousand li, was destroyed, just like that. His lips curled in dissatisfaction, and he squirmed into Xiao Chengjun’s arms. “You didn’t think about me at all, and now you’re laughing on top of that,” he said petulantly.
Xiao Chengjun looked at him helplessly. He flicked the blood off his sword and returned it to its sheath, then used both his arms to hug the wildly nuzzling fellow in his arms tight, pulling him down to sit with him on the fur rugs on the floor. “How did you manage to get here so quickly?” he asked.
Lou Jing hugged his husband’s waist, making injured little sounds and refusing to look up. “I rushed here as quickly as I could, traveling day and night for four days,” he said.
Four days? Xiao Chengjun frowned. There were more than 1,500 li between this place and the Capital, and he still had to look for the markings left by Yun Jiu in order to follow his trail. Travelling 400 li in four days would already have been considered fast, and Lou Jing had travelled more than three times that distance! He couldn’t begin to imagine the hardship Lou Jing must have endured on the journey here. He reached out to pull Lou Jing deeper into his embrace, then caressed his damp hair, which had been moistened from the humidity in the fields. “You must be so exhausted,” he said.
Lou Jing felt a tingly, achy little prick in his heart when he heard this. He squirmed up, moving his head from Xiao Chengjun’s chest up to rest his chin on his shoulder. “Nn,” he said.
This soft response was clearly meant to elicit feelings of pity from Xiao Chengjun. He couldn’t help smiling faintly, then hugged Lou Jing even tighter, using his chin to gently stroke Lou Jing’s cheek. “Then rest. I’ll cradle you to sleep,” he said.
He knew Lou Jing was trying to act cute so that he would pity him, but they’d been separated for too long that Xiao Chengjun decided to just play along. He also really did want to cradle Lou Jing as he slept.
Lou Jing stared blankly into space for a while. There were times in the past when he had made a fuss, and Xiao Chengjun had cajoled him to get him to calm down, but he had never done so in this soft, gentle manner, as if he were coaxing a child. When that deep, refined voice spoke in this sweet manner, Lou Jing’s heart just melted away into a puddle of water. He couldn’t resist grabbing hold of Xiao Chengjun’s neck, then kissing his alluring lips urgently.
Both of them couldn’t control themselves after being separated for so long. They’d missed each other too much, desired each other too much. They wrapped themselves tightly around each other, their tongues intertwining, but still felt that this wasn’t enough, not by far.
One never forgot the moment one set eyes on a beauty; a day apart from the beauty could drive one insane. A phoenix flew far and wide, looking for its mate; but the beauty could not be found…
I cannot find the words to say it, but I can’t bear for you not to know it – how deeply I missed you, how badly I missed you.
After a long while, the two finally pulled apart slightly, their breathing ragged.
“Yuanlang…” Lou Jing couldn’t call him by his real name here, so he used his childhood nickname. He used the end of his nose to rub Xiao Chengjun’s nose, calling his name happily over and over again.
“Nn,” Xiao Chengjun acknowledged, smiling warmly at him. Every time Lou Jing called his name, he acknowledged it once, until finally Lou Jing was satisfied. Their lips met again, and they fell together onto the fur rugs below them.
Lou Jing propped himself up using his arms and looked down at the person lying on the fur rugs below him. The bonfire next to them burned brightly, and the flames danced in his onyx-dark eyes. Lou Jing felt like he could lose himself in those eyes forever.
“Chengjun, this place is very shabby… won’t it be…” Lou Jing began, his voice trailing off. He thought that being intimate in this kind of place was particularly exciting, but he was worried that Xiao Chengjun would feel cheapened if they did it here, so he whispered this question into his ear.
Xiao Chengjun’s ear turned completely red on feeling Lou Jing’s warm breath brush against it. He hesitated for a second, then slowly reached out and wrapped his arms around Lou Jing’s neck.
Lou Jing was pleasantly surprised. He leaned over and kissed that red little ear, then expertly removed Xiao Chengjun’s belt and tossed the beautiful treasure sword to the side, pulling open his robes in seconds.
Min Wang Dianxia’s robes were now half open, and in the glowing firelight, he looked heart-stoppingly beautiful. Lou Jing felt his throat tighten with need, and he pulled out a little black box carved with plum blossoms from the folds of his clothes.
“You… you actually keep this on your person…” Xiao Chengjun was stunned as he looked at that well-made little box. He was embarrassed enough when Lou Jing carried it wherever he went in the Capital, but this fellow even remembered to bring it along even when he was galloping at top speed out of the Capital!
“This is the medicine I use to treat injuries. Of course I carry it with me wherever I go,” Lou Jing said, cocking an eyebrow mischievously as he dug out a gob of it. The translucent balm started melting a little when it came into contact with his body warmth and dripped down onto Xiao Chengjun’s chest. “Dianxia, since you’re injured, Chen must quickly use this to treat you.”
Xiao Chengjun felt his face getting hot. “I… I’m not injured…” he protested weakly.
Lou Jing moved his balm-coated finger into that secret place of Xiao Chengjun’s, rubbed it lovingly, then slowly pushed his finger in. “I believe this part… is a little injured…”
“Mmph…” Xiao Chengjun trembled. The teasing quality of Lou Jing’s voice was plain to hear, and his body responded to this teasing by heating up uncontrollably. “Nonsense…”
“How is this nonsense?” Lou Jing asked. His other hand slid up Xiao Chengjun’s chest, picked up some of the melted balm from earlier, then moved to a little pink dot, lubricating it and then slowly fondling it. “This place is lacking something in it, so of course it’s injured. Chen needs to…”
Xiao Chengjun looked at him with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. He pulled Lou Jing over and sealed those naughty lips with his own, thinking to shut him up. Even though Lou Jing couldn’t tease him with his mouth anymore, his hands continued to tease him relentlessly, and Xiao Chengjun started to moan softly.
Lou Jing released his lips, wanting to hear that alluring sound fully. The hand at Xiao Chengjun’s chest quickened, and he pushed three fingers into his rear end.
“Mm…” A low moan escaped Xiao Chengjun’s lips and reverberated around the room like a note played with a guqin. He immediately bit down on his lower lip to stop himself from making another sound.
Lou Jing frowned, then realised that his Dianxia was worried about the Youyun guards outside. He slowed down what he was doing, then leaned over and gently nuzzled Xiao Chengjun’s tense lips. “Don’t worry, they won’t dare to listen. Stop biting yourself,” he said. As he said this, he used the tip of his tongue to push apart Xiao Chengjun’s lips, then pulled out his fingers from Xiao Chengjun’s behind. Lou Jing arranged the latter’s long, slender legs around his waist, caressed Xiao Chengjun’s slightly trembling back, then thrust himself into his body.
Content Warning: Sexual Intercourse
Lou Jing felt something explode in his brain. He leapt off his horse and shot toward Xiao Chengjun like an arrow.
Xiao Chengjun didn’t even blink as he took a small half-step back. Yun Shi’er had already moved in front of him to block the blow, but before he felt any impact, the scar-faced fellow was sent flying with a single kick.
His huge body landed hard against the side of a stone statue, then slid limply to the ground. Before he was able to struggle to his feet, a brocade boot pinned him firmly to the ground.
Scarface’s body was solid and muscular, and even this hard hit didn’t faze him too much. Once he got his breath back, he started yelling loudly. Before he could form a coherent sentence, however, the person stepping on him had already pulled out the sword at his hip and thrust it through his hand, nailing it onto the stone floor. “Which bastar… AH!” he screamed.
That anguished scream from the burly bandit caused the refugees huddled on the other side to completely lose it. In their terror, they battered down the dilapidated window and fled through it.
Lou Jing looked coldly at the burly fellow whose back he was stepping on. He looked like a tortoise that was struggling frantically because it had been turned on its shell. “Kill them all,” he said, his voice as cold as ice.
“Yes, sir!” the Youyun guards answered in unison.
“Zhuoyu?” Xiao Chengjun looked at the black-clad person in disbelief. He couldn’t help smiling after that. The melancholy cloud around him had been growing thicker by the day dissipated in that instant, replaced by a sudden rush of joy.
The sword-wielding fellow realised that things were not looking good, and he used all his might to block Yun Shisan’s sword. “Block!” he shouted at the axe-carrying fellow.
Big Axe got his meaning. They had to quickly grab hold of that expensive-looking gongzi and use him as a hostage in order to get out of here alive. They’d done this sort of thing umpteen times. Big Axe raised his weapon and blocked the Youyun guards’ attack, creating an opening for Sword Guy to dash in.
The inside of the worship hall wasn’t large enough to hold so many people comfortably. Sword Guy took advantage of the fact that everyone was presently tangled in battle and charged straight at Xiao Chengjun.
Xiao Chengjun’s eyes were still on Lou Jing when he drew his sword smoothly out of its sheath and brought it up to counter Sword Guy’s huge blade. The moment that thin-looking sword met its much bigger opponent, a great crack sounded, and the large sword immediately broke cleanly into two parts. Before the mountain bandit could react, the sword in Xiao Chengjun’s hand moved, snakelike, plunging straight into Sword Guy’s heart.
Yun Shi’er kicked the fellow away and slit his throat. Very shortly, the sounds of another three throats being slit could be heard, and they were quickly dragged out by the Youyun guards.
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Lou Jing looked up and cupped his husband’s handsome face with both hands. He just couldn’t get enough of it no matter how many times he looked at him. He gazed dreamily at Xiao Chengjun for a few moments, then said, “I came to look for you.”
“Nn,” Xiao Chengjun acknowledged softly, gazing back in an equally dreamy fashion.
They didn’t say anything more.
Lou Jing didn’t speak of how he had travelled hard with very little rest to get here, and Xiao Chengjun didn’t talk about how he had no appetite the past few days. They just looked silently at each other; they had a thousand things to tell each other, but they didn’t know where to begin or how to put it into words.
Yun Jiu elbowed Yun Yi, trying to get him to say something. Yun Yi glared at him. He wasn’t as foolish as to break this moment between the newly reunited couple.
Yun Jiu looked at the struggling scar-faced tortoise pinned to the floor that looked like it was about to give up its ghost, then raised his chin in said tortoise’s direction, his eyes looking meaningfully at Yun Yi. What do we do with this fellow?
Their Master had not killed this man even though he was in a real rage at the time, so he must have thought to use this fellow somehow. Given this, they couldn’t kill him. If they dragged him out now, it would certainly create a lot of noise, and that noise would disturb their master and Min Wang, who were very obviously having a romantic moment. On the other hand, if they didn’t do anything and just left that disgusting fellow there, they would probably get scolded when Lou Jing came back to his senses.
Yun Yi frowned, indicating that he wanted Yun Jiu to come up with a plan, but Yun Jiu gave him a look that said, “You’re the boss, you make the decision”. Yun Yi was so irritated that he wanted to give him two good solid kicks. He turned to Yun Shisan and Yun Shi’er, who were still standing stupidly by the side not knowing what to do with themselves, and gave them a meaningful look. Yun Jiu pulled down some oilcloth from the altar, balled it up and stuffed it into Scarface’s mouth. Yun Yi pulled out his sword, and Yun Shisan and Yun Shi’er picked up the man and flew out. Everyone present quickly left the worship hall, and Yun Jiu closed the dilapidated door behind him.
“Hahaha!” The guards’ stealthy movements hadn’t escaped Xiao Chengjun’s sharp eyes, and the moment the door closed, he couldn’t help laughing out loud.
Lou Jing’s expression darkened. His beautiful moment, the one in which he finally reunited with his husband after travelling a thousand li, was destroyed, just like that. His lips curled in dissatisfaction, and he squirmed into Xiao Chengjun’s arms. “You didn’t think about me at all, and now you’re laughing on top of that,” he said petulantly.
Xiao Chengjun looked at him helplessly. He flicked the blood off his sword and returned it to its sheath, then used both his arms to hug the wildly nuzzling fellow in his arms tight, pulling him down to sit with him on the fur rugs on the floor. “How did you manage to get here so quickly?” he asked.
Lou Jing hugged his husband’s waist, making injured little sounds and refusing to look up. “I rushed here as quickly as I could, traveling day and night for four days,” he said.
Four days? Xiao Chengjun frowned. There were more than 1,500 li between this place and the Capital, and he still had to look for the markings left by Yun Jiu in order to follow his trail. Travelling 400 li in four days would already have been considered fast, and Lou Jing had travelled more than three times that distance! He couldn’t begin to imagine the hardship Lou Jing must have endured on the journey here. He reached out to pull Lou Jing deeper into his embrace, then caressed his damp hair, which had been moistened from the humidity in the fields. “You must be so exhausted,” he said.
Lou Jing felt a tingly, achy little prick in his heart when he heard this. He squirmed up, moving his head from Xiao Chengjun’s chest up to rest his chin on his shoulder. “Nn,” he said.
This soft response was clearly meant to elicit feelings of pity from Xiao Chengjun. He couldn’t help smiling faintly, then hugged Lou Jing even tighter, using his chin to gently stroke Lou Jing’s cheek. “Then rest. I’ll cradle you to sleep,” he said.
He knew Lou Jing was trying to act cute so that he would pity him, but they’d been separated for too long that Xiao Chengjun decided to just play along. He also really did want to cradle Lou Jing as he slept.
Lou Jing stared blankly into space for a while. There were times in the past when he had made a fuss, and Xiao Chengjun had cajoled him to get him to calm down, but he had never done so in this soft, gentle manner, as if he were coaxing a child. When that deep, refined voice spoke in this sweet manner, Lou Jing’s heart just melted away into a puddle of water. He couldn’t resist grabbing hold of Xiao Chengjun’s neck, then kissing his alluring lips urgently.
Both of them couldn’t control themselves after being separated for so long. They’d missed each other too much, desired each other too much. They wrapped themselves tightly around each other, their tongues intertwining, but still felt that this wasn’t enough, not by far.
One never forgot the moment one set eyes on a beauty; a day apart from the beauty could drive one insane. A phoenix flew far and wide, looking for its mate; but the beauty could not be found…
I cannot find the words to say it, but I can’t bear for you not to know it – how deeply I missed you, how badly I missed you.
After a long while, the two finally pulled apart slightly, their breathing ragged.
“Yuanlang…” Lou Jing couldn’t call him by his real name here, so he used his childhood nickname. He used the end of his nose to rub Xiao Chengjun’s nose, calling his name happily over and over again.
“Nn,” Xiao Chengjun acknowledged, smiling warmly at him. Every time Lou Jing called his name, he acknowledged it once, until finally Lou Jing was satisfied. Their lips met again, and they fell together onto the fur rugs below them.
Lou Jing propped himself up using his arms and looked down at the person lying on the fur rugs below him. The bonfire next to them burned brightly, and the flames danced in his onyx-dark eyes. Lou Jing felt like he could lose himself in those eyes forever.
“Chengjun, this place is very shabby… won’t it be…” Lou Jing began, his voice trailing off. He thought that being intimate in this kind of place was particularly exciting, but he was worried that Xiao Chengjun would feel cheapened if they did it here, so he whispered this question into his ear.
Xiao Chengjun’s ear turned completely red on feeling Lou Jing’s warm breath brush against it. He hesitated for a second, then slowly reached out and wrapped his arms around Lou Jing’s neck.
Lou Jing was pleasantly surprised. He leaned over and kissed that red little ear, then expertly removed Xiao Chengjun’s belt and tossed the beautiful treasure sword to the side, pulling open his robes in seconds.
Min Wang Dianxia’s robes were now half open, and in the glowing firelight, he looked heart-stoppingly beautiful. Lou Jing felt his throat tighten with need, and he pulled out a little black box carved with plum blossoms from the folds of his clothes.
“You… you actually keep this on your person…” Xiao Chengjun was stunned as he looked at that well-made little box. He was embarrassed enough when Lou Jing carried it wherever he went in the Capital, but this fellow even remembered to bring it along even when he was galloping at top speed out of the Capital!
“This is the medicine I use to treat injuries. Of course I carry it with me wherever I go,” Lou Jing said, cocking an eyebrow mischievously as he dug out a gob of it. The translucent balm started melting a little when it came into contact with his body warmth and dripped down onto Xiao Chengjun’s chest. “Dianxia, since you’re injured, Chen must quickly use this to treat you.”
Xiao Chengjun felt his face getting hot. “I… I’m not injured…” he protested weakly.
Lou Jing moved his balm-coated finger into that secret place of Xiao Chengjun’s, rubbed it lovingly, then slowly pushed his finger in. “I believe this part… is a little injured…”
“Mmph…” Xiao Chengjun trembled. The teasing quality of Lou Jing’s voice was plain to hear, and his body responded to this teasing by heating up uncontrollably. “Nonsense…”
“How is this nonsense?” Lou Jing asked. His other hand slid up Xiao Chengjun’s chest, picked up some of the melted balm from earlier, then moved to a little pink dot, lubricating it and then slowly fondling it. “This place is lacking something in it, so of course it’s injured. Chen needs to…”
Xiao Chengjun looked at him with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. He pulled Lou Jing over and sealed those naughty lips with his own, thinking to shut him up. Even though Lou Jing couldn’t tease him with his mouth anymore, his hands continued to tease him relentlessly, and Xiao Chengjun started to moan softly.
Lou Jing released his lips, wanting to hear that alluring sound fully. The hand at Xiao Chengjun’s chest quickened, and he pushed three fingers into his rear end.
“Mm…” A low moan escaped Xiao Chengjun’s lips and reverberated around the room like a note played with a guqin. He immediately bit down on his lower lip to stop himself from making another sound.
Lou Jing frowned, then realised that his Dianxia was worried about the Youyun guards outside. He slowed down what he was doing, then leaned over and gently nuzzled Xiao Chengjun’s tense lips. “Don’t worry, they won’t dare to listen. Stop biting yourself,” he said. As he said this, he used the tip of his tongue to push apart Xiao Chengjun’s lips, then pulled out his fingers from Xiao Chengjun’s behind. Lou Jing arranged the latter’s long, slender legs around his waist, caressed Xiao Chengjun’s slightly trembling back, then thrust himself into his body.
