Chapter 34: Ambush

Chapter 34: Ambush

"You..."

Pei Yuhuai instinctively covered his rear.

Wait, that's not right.

He was the one on top, so why was he covering himself? If anyone should be covering, it should be Lan He. With that thought, Pei Yuhuai's gaze unconsciously drifted toward Lan He.

Lan He was speechless.

Did this young lord really want to top him that badly?

Pei Yuhuai's gaze was hardly innocent. He chuckled and stroked his chin, raising an eyebrow lazily: "Has the National Preceptor not had enough during the day? Wanting a reward from yours truly?"

Lan He: "..."

He really wanted to wreck him.

"Why aren't you saying anything? What, not satisfied with my skills? Okay, my bad earlier—I shouldn't have gotten so carried away in the Buddha hall, but I didn't mean it."

"..."

"The Buddha can't see us now. How about we go at it right here?"

Lan He couldn't take it anymore. He squinted at him: "Seems the young lord didn't get enough today. You've made the first move so many times—don't you think it's my turn now?"

"???"

What monk in the world would dare say something like that?

Pei Yuhuai pointed at Lan He as he slowly closed in: "This is blasphemy against the Buddha. I'm warning you, I was just talking shit. Stay the hell away from me."

"Pei Hang, come here."

"Get lost. I'm not going over there."

"Come here."

"Get lost."

"Oh yeah? The young lord's got so much energy he wants to roll around—isn't that a hint for me? Since the young lord has made a request, this humble monk has no choice but to oblige."

"??"

That's not what I meant!

Before Pei Yuhuai could even process it, he was scooped up by the waist and tossed onto the bed.

He wanted to run away.

But his body wouldn't listen. When Lan He pressed down on him, his leg practically hooked around him on its own.

???

Why the hell did he react like that on instinct??

Pei Yuhuai's face went bright red, half embarrassed, half pissed. He tried to pull his leg back, but a hand pressed it down, pinning him in place.

Shit.

He'd messed around too much and ended up getting pinned instead.

The little bed in the temple was meant for one person—super narrow. They each had their own little rooms, but squeezed together like this, it was seriously cramped.

Their movements were super limited too. If he wasn't careful, Pei Yuhuai was gonna fall off.

In the middle of the night,

he really did fall off the bed—well, his upper body did, while his legs were still on the bed, held by someone. He had to brace himself with both hands on the floor to keep from falling.

Damn it!

Pei Yuhuai cursed through gritted teeth, his messy hair sweeping the floor with every move. He was exhausted, drenched in sweat, strands of hair plastered to his skin.

He thought this stinky monk was just running his mouth—maybe he wouldn't actually go through with it. But unexpectedly, the guy's skills were even better than his, and his stamina was insane.

Lan He really meant what he said. They barely got any sleep that night. It was only when Pei Yuhuai was crying and begging for mercy, biting and kicking, threatening to off himself, that they finally got some rest.

Already exhausted from the day,

and then again at night—

who the hell could handle this?

Before blacking out, Pei Yuhuai thought hazily—Lan He really wasn't human. With a body like that, it was a waste for him to be a monk.

He should've been a male attendant.

A guy like him really knew how to please. He'd actually completely conquered him. Compared to him, he himself seemed pretty pathetic.

So tired.

In his sleep, it felt like someone was turning him over. It felt like he was soaking in water, and something cool and refreshing was being rubbed onto his body.

He slept like the dead.

When he woke up, it was already the next afternoon. He only woke up because he was hungry—otherwise, he'd have kept sleeping.

Lan He had come prepared and brought the meal in: "The temple only has vegetarian food. Just make do with it. After you eat, we'll head down the mountain and back to the capital."

"So thoughtful."

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing." Pei Yuhuai slapped his own mouth.

This mouth better not run off again.

His current state was all his fault. Don't get all soft just because someone brought you food—cheap, worthless.

Pei Yuhuai thoroughly scorned himself in his heart, then got up to eat.

When you're hungry, everything tastes good.

He usually couldn't live without meat, but now even vegetarian food tasted like a delicacy. Even a pig wouldn't be able to out-eat him.

"Eat slowly, no rush. It's all yours."

Lan He took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the rice grains from the corner of his mouth, his expression focused and serious, his delicate features filling Pei Yuhuai's vision.

Pei Yuhuai's Adam's apple bobbed as a strange emotion surged up.

He wanted to kiss him. Badly.

No, no—this was madness.

Pei Yuhuai shook his head, lowered his head, and kept eating, polishing off his meal in a whirlwind before letting out a satisfied burp.

The sky outside the window was somewhat dim, and the cold wind howled, enough to make a person shiver.

Lan He secured a luxurious carriage.

As soon as the carriage descended the mountain, the wind suddenly howled, and Lan He's face turned grim. Instinctively, he moved to shield Pei Yuhuai behind him: "Stay here. Don't get off, no matter what you hear."

With that, Lan He leapt off the carriage.

Countless people surged from all directions, all in black with masked faces, some wielding swords, others brandishing blades. No surprise—another batch of assassins.

By the looks of it, there were at least thirty of them.

Lan He sneered: "Guess my head's worth a pretty penny."

The leader stepped out from behind the crowd: "Enough talk. You won't get away this time. Your head's mine."

With that, he stepped back and waved his hand. "Go."

Pei Yuhuai was still in the carriage, the sounds outside all too clear. He made to get off, but before he could even reach the curtain, the coachman slammed against the door with a sickening thud, and blood sprayed through the gap, splattering onto his hand.

The coachman coughed up mouthfuls of blood, eyes bulging, and collapsed right under the curtain. Pei Yuhuai could see his face—watched him die right before his eyes.

Pei Yuhuai's hands and feet trembled, his hands gripping his clothes, body frozen stiff, not daring to meet the coachman's unseeing stare.

Suddenly.

The horse let out a neigh and bolted, dragging the carriage as it tore through the encirclement, racing madly.

The wind howled, whipping the curtain open.

Pei Yuhuai's terrified expression was exposed. Lan He's face was slick with blood, wielding a sword he'd grabbed from someone, slashing desperately to protect the carriage.

He was carving a path for him.

The realization hit him, and Pei Yuhuai gripped the carriage's edge, glancing back anxiously, terrified of slowing Lan He down.

Someone spotted him and shouted loudly: "There's still someone in the carriage! Quick, go kill—"

Before he could finish, a sword slashed his throat, sending him straight to hell.

But those words were still heard.

Someone chased after the carriage, bringing with them a howling, bloody aura, like death approaching.

Crash.

The carriage was split in half, and the horse was struck in the neck by a sword, falling to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Pei Yuhuai also tumbled to the ground.

It felt like a pebble had gotten in his eye—it stung so badly he couldn't open it.