Lord of the night.

Chapter 1003 The Best First Confession [Two in One]

Yan Beihan turned around and saw the guy's perverted smile. He immediately spat and said, "What a character!"

He stood up and went out with a red face.

Five days later.

It has been two days since Fang Che completely recovered. One has to say that when a person is happy, he feels refreshed. Mr. Fang recovered a day earlier than expected, which shows how much this psychological happiness can help the patient.

The caves of Yan Beihan and Bi Yunyan have also been arranged.

This night.

Fang Che used his spiritual energy to violently shake off the dirt on his body more than a dozen times, and then washed it carefully.

With infinite longing for a better life, he happily put on the clothes carefully prepared by Bi Yunyan, a bright red robe, and a golden crown on his head. He looked handsome and suave.

He was welcomed into Yan Beihan's cave in a graceful manner by two women in auspicious attire.

Although it was a little simple, the two women had arranged it as meticulously as they could. Even every corner, every chair leg, and every corner of the wall reflected the two women's meticulous thoughts.

The two women, both wearing the same bridal gown, were gorgeous and charming.

Welcome Fang Che to sit down.

"Mr. Fang." Yan Beihan's face looked even brighter than the morning glow against the backdrop of the red dress.

"I have something to ask you."

Yan Beihan said, "Yunyan and I grew up together. Although there are elders and youngers in the family, we can't be too humble. Moreover, it was because of my negligence that I dragged this girl into this. Otherwise, her life wouldn't be like this. So... I'm joking, but I hope Yunyan can marry you as an equal like me."

Fang Che said seriously: "Yes, this is what I want to say. Lord Bi is of noble status, and we cannot treat him too unfairly."

Bi Yunyan said shyly: "I'm fine with anything, even a lower price is fine."

Yan Beihan looked at the girl's useless appearance and scolded: "Although you are married to Ping Ping today, you will be a concubine in the future!"

"I'm willing to be a concubine..." Bi Yunyan said very cowardly.

Even at such a solemn moment, Yan Beihan couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Please take your seat, Mr. Fang." Yan Beihan and the other man bowed, one on the left and one on the right.

"In our Solomon's Church, we follow the Solomon's Church rules. After nine cups of wine, we worship heaven and earth. This means that our marriage is finalized, and the couple worship each other and enter the bridal chamber. Since there are no guests to celebrate now, a lot of things have been omitted."

Yan Beihan bowed shyly and said, "I'll entrust the rest of my life to Mr. Fang."

Bi Yunyan also bowed slightly: "I will entrust the rest of my life to Mr. Fang."

"My two beloved wives will have to work hard for the rest of my life."

Fang Che was deeply moved.

Whenever I think about the future, I always feel sad.

The two women are so affectionate, in the future...if something happens...

What to do?

And these nine cups of wine... Hey, when Feng Yun toasted, Fang Che thought of a beautiful figure...

That... is also nine glasses of wine.

In a trance, Fang Che was pulled to sit on a chair.

The banquet was already set on the table, with twenty-seven glasses of wine neatly arranged in three rows.

The two women stood up at the same time and raised their glasses.

Fang Che immediately felt something was wrong: "Master Yan, Master Bi, this, this doesn't seem right, right? Shouldn't I be the one to propose these nine cups of wine?"

Yan Beihan smiled with his eyebrows bent: "We are the only orthodox sect that respects strength. Whoever has the stronger martial arts will be the one to raise the banner."

Fang Che always felt something was wrong, and said, "Then Lord Bi, should I be the one to bring the nine cups?"

"I'm sorry, Lord Fang, we are together this time." Yan Beihan said.

"Yeah." Bi Yunyan nodded, proving that what Yan Beihan said was correct.

"Why do I feel like I'm being married?" Fang Che scratched his head, looking confused.

"Hahahahaha..."

"Geese, geese, geese, geese..."

The two women laughed at the same time.

Fang Che hesitantly picked up the wine glass and looked at the two gorgeous beauties, feeling intoxicated.

Yan Beihan said softly: "We married Fang Che and will be members of the Fang family from now on; even if we are gone in the future, the tombstone will still be Fang Yanshi, Fang Bishi, and Fang Family Master. How can we say that you were married?"

Fang Che thought about it and felt that this made sense. He said, "What do you mean by dead or alive? On such a happy day, Lord Yan, what you said is a bit of a spoiler. You can't say that."

Yan Beihan's eyes were soft and he agreed softly, "Yes."

Fang Che was relieved, clinked glasses, and then bowed to speak.

"...Slow down." Yan Beihan said solemnly: "Today, you should drink with your back straight! We are new here, so we should bow and greet each other before drinking."

As Yan Beihan continued to explain the rules, Fang Che accompanied the two women and drank nine glasses of wine in a daze.

Afterwards, the two women covered their heads with red veils.

The three of them worshipped heaven and earth at the same time.

"We are the only orthodox religion. Don't we worship the Centipede God when we get married?"

Fang Che suddenly remembered this.

Yan Beihan was also stunned for a moment, and said: "But we have been in the Weiwuzheng Sect for so many years, and it seems that for such a big event as marriage, we have never worshipped the Heavenly Centipede God."

"That's it."

Fang Che seemed to be thinking about something.

But at this critical moment, the few thoughts of the Sky Centipede God flashed through his mind and flew into the sky.

The ceremony is completed.

The red candles are shining brightly, and the whole room is filled with a soft red.

The two brides were already sitting on the edge of the bed. Fang Che walked over gently, slowly lifted the red veil, and exclaimed: "So beautiful..."

However, after lifting Bi Yunyan's red veil, Bi Yunyan bowed first, and then said weakly: "Master, I, I have to go back first... I have to trouble you again."

Yan Beihan said, "Bride, your feet cannot touch the ground. Mr. Fang, please carry Yunyan over."

Fang Che was originally wondering why the two of them were together, but now he understood that they were not supposed to be together after all.

He hurriedly obeyed the order, picked up Bi Yunyan and walked out.

On the way, Fang Che asked in a voice transmission: "Master Bi, this... I am a little confused."

Bi Yunyan's eyes were as charming as silk, and she said softly: "Boss Fang, Xiaohan is the eldest wife, you have to respect her."

"I know."

"I'll be here, waiting for you for three days."

Bi Yunyan said: "According to the rules, it was originally nine days, but Xiaohan gave me face..."

Fang Che understood: "How much was omitted from this wedding?"

"About 90% is omitted."

Bi Yunyan felt a little regretful and said, "But in the future, when you are the most powerful person in the world and your power overwhelms the universe, everything will be made up for."

"I understand."

Fang Che put Bi Yunyan on the bed in the cave, and Bi Yunyan became lively: "Okay, okay, from now on I can move freely here. You go over and accompany Xiaohan."

"I'll stay here with you for a while before I go over."

Bi Yunyan smiled and pushed him out the door: "Now is not the time to be polite..."

Suddenly she lowered her voice and said, "Master, wait for you to come over, I will dance for you..."

Fang Che's heart was burning with excitement when he heard this: "Great. You are worthy of being the little dancer I have trained for so long."

Bi Yunyan snorted, "Go ahead."

……

When Fang Che returned to the room, Yan Beihan was still wearing red and sitting quietly beside the bed waiting.

Seeing Fang Che come in, he smiled slightly: "Are you back?"

Mr. Fang smiled and said proudly, "Master Yan, what should you call me today?"

Yan Beihan's face flushed. He stood up, helped Fang Che to sit down, and bowed: "...Yan Beihan greets my husband."

Fang Che supported himself with both hands, and for a moment he could not say anything else to joke about. He just sighed and said, "Xiao Han, we have to go through the ups and downs of life together."

"Yes." Yan Beihan lowered his head.

Fang Che held her hand and whispered, "I mean, no matter what happens, no matter what storms, no matter what accidents, no matter... everything, I hope that we can stand shoulder to shoulder, never leave each other, face it together, and go through it together. Even if the world turns upside down, even if the world changes... even if people's hearts change, even if the world changes... never leave me!"

He said this very seriously.

Yan Beihan raised her eyes, looked into his eyes, and said softly: "Since you have entered the Fang family, you are the wife of the Fang family. Don't worry, husband!"

"promise me."

Fang Che looked into her eyes.

"I promise!"

Yan Beihan said firmly.

"I hope that no matter what happens in the future, you will not forget the promise we made today." Fang Che said softly.

"I will never forget it."

Yan Beihan held his hand, and although his voice was soft, it sounded like an oath.

The two looked at each other, both filled with tenderness.

Fang Che wanted to gently take off Yanbei Frost Phoenix Crown, but was stopped: "Husband, there is still wine to drink."

Fang Che immediately understood: "This is something you have to drink. The wedding wine has to be drunk."

Yan Beihan blushed as he raised his glass with Fang Che and drank from it. After they drank each glass, they both let go at the same time and the glasses were controlled by spiritual energy and sent to the table.

Fang Che had already kissed her red lips, and Yan Beihan did not resist at all, but responded gently.

After a long kiss, Fang Che gently helped her take off the phoenix crown, and her beautiful hair fell loose, as silky, misty and dreamy.

Fang Che hugged Yan Beihan's slender waist, looked into her eyes, and said softly, "Master Yan, my little witch, what do you say?"

Yan Beihan gently closed his eyes and murmured, "Chief Executive Fang, your little witch said...from today on, the rest of my life will depend entirely on your wishes."

Fang Che gently untied the beautiful woman's belt, his movements were slow, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Whatever I want, I want. Do whatever I want?"

Yan Beihan felt her clothes leaving her body piece by piece. She closed her eyes, her delicate body trembling slightly, but she did not resist at all. When she heard Fang Che's question, she closed her eyes and whispered a promise of her life: "... Yeah." In a daze, she felt that she had been pressed on the bed. Fang Che leaned close to her ear and asked the last sentence: "Xiaohan, after we go out... will we really not be discovered? Are you sure?"

"We won't be discovered, I'm sure..."

Yan Beihan had just finished speaking when she suddenly groaned, tears welling up from the corners of her eyes, and she hugged Fang Che tightly with a pair of arms as tender as lotus roots: "Husband... have pity..."

"Master Yan... my little witch... is very good..."

The red candles are burning high, the candle flames are swaying, and the room is full of spring colors.

Fang Che finally got what he wanted today, and Yan Beihan had already promised the head of the Fang family, so on their wedding night, there was really no resistance.

Fang Che felt as if he was dreaming that night, and unknowingly he became more and more courageous.

But contrary to Lord Fang's expectation, Lord Yan couldn't hold on for less than a quarter of an hour. After Lord Yan begged desperately, Fang Che had no choice but to let him go temporarily.

No one would have thought that Yan Beihan, who looked strong, tough and graceful, could be so vulnerable.

This combat power is not even half of Ye Meng's.

But after thinking about it, Fang Che could understand. The way this girl usually trembled at the slightest touch made him know that although this girl looked graceful and fearless, she was actually extremely conservative and sensitive.

morning……

Fang Che, who was halfway through his morning exercise, was driven out of bed by Lord Yan after a combination of pleading, threats, coquetry, and negotiation.

"Master Yan, we can't do this...it's our wedding night..."

Fang Che looked aggrieved: "You can't do this twice...right? You have to hold on for a while."

"Go find Yunyan. I'm not jealous anymore..."

Yan Beihan buried himself in the quilt limply, too tired to even speak: "I am so glad that I dragged Yunyan in... You are a wild bull... Fang Che... You..."

Before he could finish his words, he fell into a deep sleep.

Fang Che sighed, got up with a distorted face, put on his clothes, and then tidied up the room.

Sit cross-legged and practice in the new house.

Although Yan Beihan had told her to go find Bi Yunyan, this was Yan Beihan's wedding night after all, and since he had said three days, then that was three days.

If I go there now, what will I become?

If you can't even take care of this psychological aspect, how can you be someone's husband?
Yan Beihan slept soundly for two hours.

When she opened her eyes, she found Fang Che sitting by the windowsill practicing martial arts. When he saw that she was awake, he smiled and brought her a bowl of porridge.

"Are you awake? Time to have something to eat."

Yan Beihan thought of what happened last night and this morning, and her face immediately turned red. She said coquettishly: "You, you, you... turn around, I, I'll put on my clothes..."

Fang Che sat on the edge of the bed holding the bowl and said with a smile: "Why are you still shy between husband and wife? After you finish your porridge, let's talk."

Yan Beihan was shocked and covered his chest with the quilt: "No, no, no, I can't say anything."

"Not that."

Fang Che's face was dark, and he said, "We are just chatting when we have nothing to do."

Yan Beihan asked cautiously: "Why didn't you go to Yunyan's place?"

"Today is our wedding day..."

Fang Che used a spoon to scoop porridge and fed her, saying softly: "How can I go over now? What if my little witch wakes up and cries when she can't see me?"

Yan Beihan felt sweet in his heart, snorted, and said, "Is your little witch so fragile?"

But he was no longer driven away.

The two talked for a while, and Yan Beihan said, "But Yunyan can't come over for the next three days, and she can't go out either. According to our customs, she is still married, and is in an awkward position of being neither in her parents' home nor in her husband's home. So she can't go anywhere."

Fang Che suddenly realized: "No wonder you didn't even set up a soundproof barrier last night, so that's why."

Yan Beihan was suddenly stunned: "I didn't set up a soundproof barrier last night?"

Fang Che was stunned: "Huh?"

Yan Beihan's face suddenly turned into a persimmon, and he said in a lost voice: "You didn't set it up either?"

Fang Che was stunned and said, "I thought you didn't set it up... so you definitely don't need it..."

Yan Beihan widened his eyes: "Then the sound last night..."

Fang Che coughed, touched his nose and stopped talking.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Yan Beihan rolled over and buried himself in the quilt: "Wuwuwu... I am too embarrassed to see anyone..."

Yan Beihan was really shy this time, and Fang Che's persuasion for a long time was of no use.

"That girl must be listening with her ears perked up!!!"

Yan Beihan was so embarrassed.

"Then why don't you listen back?" Fang Che suggested.

"Who cares! I'm not that kind of person!"

Yan Beihan angrily scolded Fang Che: "You filthy rascal! You have no shame at all!"

"Why should I be shy?" Fang Che felt a little wronged: "She's my wife, why should I be shy?"

"Stinking rogue!"

It took more than an hour for Yan Beihan to recover.

He actually used his spiritual power to control Mr. Fang for a while, and put on his clothes in a flash.

As for Fang Che's sweet words, he didn't believe them at all.

Fang Che tried his best to tell jokes and buy time, and only then did Yan Beihan calm down a little.

Then Yan Beihan blushed as she collected the bed sheet, which was covered in blood. She folded it slowly, and then according to etiquette, although she was trembling with shame, she bent over and held it with both hands for Fang Che to check.

Fang Che could sense Yan Beihan's embarrassment, but she restrained herself. Fang Che felt helpless: "Xiao Han, we don't need it, right? Besides, it's not like I don't have feelings..."

Yan Beihan's pretty face was burning, but she said firmly: "My husband, this is the key to Xiaohan's reputation in life. If my husband does not accept it, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

Fang Che had no choice but to go through the procedure, and then Yan Beihan carefully put it away.

Fang Che put his arm around her waist and sighed, "Xiao Han, I didn't expect that our Weiwuzheng Sect is so traditional."

"Tradition is sometimes a constraint, and even we ourselves feel that it is not fair to women."

Yan Beihan said softly, "But then again, if all these are completely let go, no longer exist, no longer care, no longer chaste and loyal, and casually have sex, then what is the difference between us and animals? Some traditions are indeed constraints, but this kind of constraint is to ensure that one's thoughts are clear and one has a clear conscience for life. This kind of compliance is good for any family. Although I feel humble and humiliated, but... this is the proof that a girl has kept her virginity to her husband, and it is actually a kind of pride. Because as a girl, I kept myself safe until the wedding night, which is the best first explanation to my husband who will accompany me for the rest of my life."

Fang Che nodded: "You are right."

Yan Beihan snuggled in his arms and said softly, "Master Fang."

"Ok?"

Fang Che asked.

"The ones who are marrying you are a little witch named Yan Beihan and a little dancer named Bi Yunyan, but they are not princesses of the Solomon's Church."

Yan Beihan looked at Fang Che with tender eyes: "First, we don't want to use our identities to put pressure on you. Second, when you are in the future, the eldest and third princesses of the Weizheng Sect will marry you again."

Fang Che said solemnly: "I understand."

He really understood that here, he only married Yan Beihan because he was considerate of him, but in the future, a grand wedding would be inevitable.

But that requires your own strength to overcome everything.

In the next two and a half days, Mr. Fang began his own arduous battle, and began to fight all kinds of wits and courage with his little witch.

I have to say that the little witch does not reject Lord Fang’s affection, and she can quickly get into the mood every time, but... her fighting ability is extremely weak.

It wasn't that they collapsed at the first blow, but Lord Fang couldn't enjoy it at all. Lord Fang was anxious, it was worse than just watching but not eating before; finally on the morning of the third day, he fought heartily regardless of the begging for mercy.

The result was that the little witch completely collapsed.

"Go find Yunyan... I'm really not a jealous woman..."

Lord Yan was frightened and cried.

Because she found that not long after it ended, this guy was actually ready to make another move. Yan Beihan was horrified.

"Please... Yunyan is smart, beautiful, cute and generous..."

Finally, Lord Fang was pushed out of the room, and Yan Beihan turned around and locked the room.

Don't come back!

It's broken...

As a result, when I woke up in the afternoon, I found Lord Fang reading a book in the living room.

"Why didn't you go?"

Yan Beihan widened his eyes.

Fang Che raised his head and smiled warmly: "I will accompany you for these three days. This is a custom and must be respected. If I miss a moment, I feel that it will not be perfect for my little witch."

A warm feeling rose in Yan Beihan's heart. He smiled and said, "Okay."

Moved by this, she came over and sat in Lord Fang's arms, hugged his neck and said, "Lord, you are so considerate."

Fang Che also knew that the beauty’s physical condition was not suitable for further action, after all, she had just lost her virginity. However, Lord Fang was not in a hurry, as there was still a long time to go.

The two hugged each other and talked for a while.

Then Yan Beihan began to urge: "It's time, go quickly. I haven't practiced for several days."

"Well, when I come back next time, I will teach you the dual cultivation technique." Fang Che said.

Yan Beihan was stunned, then suddenly laughed: "It's useless for Yunyan and I to practice the dual cultivation technique."

"Why?" Fang Che was stunned.

"Because we both have the body of Heavenly Yin. Women with this body type are most suitable to be the cauldron of the dual cultivation method. So in order to avoid the tragedy of becoming the cauldron, our family usually has girls with Heavenly Yin bodies like us practice the opposite of the dual cultivation method since childhood."

Yan Beihan said softly, "Big families attach great importance to the chastity and reputation of girls. They protect girls in every aspect, so there won't be any possibility of being taken advantage of. A beautiful and intelligent mind is also a must for girls from big families. Because as you know, if something happens to a girl, it's easier for the family to lose face and for her to be ruined. Attention to these aspects can be said to be the foundation of a real big family to some extent."

Fang Che suddenly realized: "So this is why they always say that demons come out of demon sects?"

"Not necessarily."

Yan Beihan said: "In fact, the women of Feng Yuxue's family have the same background and education as us. The methods used by the upper and lower classes in the martial arts world are basically ineffective against people like us. However, apart from Feng Yuxue, the third-level families in the Guardian Continent that can do this may only be the Dong family, the Jing family, and the Dongfang family. Other families may not be able to do this."

“This is not necessarily something that is at the pinnacle, nor is it a necessary preparation, but it is something that can only manifest naturally after one’s foundation has reached a certain level.”

Yan Beihan said.

"I understand that."

Fang Che said: "Background is naturally reflected in all aspects. Anything that is deliberately revealed cannot be considered background. Any details, even the manners of sitting, standing and walking, the etiquette of eating and drinking, the movements of holding chopsticks, the movements of lips when eating, and the eyes when doing everything... even welcoming and seeing off guests... can reflect background. And there are more in places that cannot be seen."

(End of this chapter)