The world in the moon begins with becoming Morgan’s husband!

[This is a contact that has nothing to do with lust. 】

[You just want to protect her. 】

Looking at the paper laid out in front of him due to Minamoto Yorimitsu's personal exit, Ian didn't feel too much in his heart.

After all, as long as he is willing, he can actually see such scenery at any time.

but--

He couldn't let her realize such a thing on their wedding night.

After all, if you know that the person you are marrying is thinking this way at this moment, you will be mentally shocked to some extent.

That is absolutely impossible.

So praise her well.

"Raiko."

"Yes, Master."

"You are so beautiful like this."

"Yes, is it?"

Minamoto Yorimitsu, who was lying quietly on the kimono-covered desk, looked a little shy.

Her voice became emotional:

"If it's beautiful, please Master, please take a few more looks."

"That would make me happy."

but--

Although he said such words, Minamoto Yorimitsu was actually somewhat embarrassed.

After all, as the eldest daughter of Genji, it is not easy to show your purest self in front of another man like this.

At least psychologically, it is a bit difficult to accept.

Fortunately, this man is him.

Thinking back on past experiences, everything seems to be going well and bearing fruit.

But Ian had other ideas.

I saw him say:

"Lai Guang, although it may be a little inappropriate, I have some questions I want to ask you now, is that okay?"

"Of course. As long as I know something, I will tell it to Master."

"Well, that's great."

While responding to Minamoto Yorimitsu, Ian used the brush she had prepared to gently dip the inkstone into the clear water.

"Lai Guang, do you still remember what happened when you were a child?"

"Things from childhood?"

Although he thought Ian's question was somewhat strange, Minamoto Noraimitsu thought about it very seriously.

She nodded and replied:

"Maybe I can remember some."

"That--"

Ian picked up the brush and leaned it against Minamoto Noraimitsu's face.

"A little further?"

"Further forward?" Minamoto norimitsu was a little confused, "Master, when do you mean?"

"Well...like when you were born."

"This……"

Minamoto Yorimitsu frowned slightly, then shook his head.

"Sorry, Master, I don't remember what happened at that time."

[You are not surprised by this result. 】

[Few people can remember the circumstances of their birth. 】

[After all, even you yourself don’t remember what happened on the day you were born. 】

[You realize that it is impossible to rely on Minamoto Yorimitsu's memory to get to the bottom of it. 】

[But don't be nervous - it's just one of your methods. 】

【You have other ways. 】

"Lai Guang, can you close your eyes first?"

"Ok."

Responding to his former master like this, Minamoto no Yorimitsu slowly closed his eyes.

Picking up the moist brush, Ian gently used water to write on her cheek.

This is not just words.

Instead, it was disguised as Waka's curse seal.

After writing all the short and long sentences, Ian, as an Onmyoji, can use them to understand what Minamoto Yorimitsu is carrying in front of him.

This is an onmyoji that shouldn't be used.

After all, there is a balance between profit and loss, and no matter how powerful the Onmyoji is, it can't change this law.

But for her, Ian is willing to pay some price - such as part of his lifespan.

of course.

This is far from his end.

Nothing can happen to him now, otherwise Minamoto Noraimitsu will be left a widow.

The clear water fell on Minamoto no Yorimitsu's delicate cheeks, and then flowed along the facial features.

Under Ian's control, they finally showed a stable appearance, as if they were like ink stains staying on paper.

After writing like this with concentration for a while, Minamoto Yorimitsu, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke in a low voice;

"Master, can I make a request?"

"Well, Lai Guang, tell me."

"That's it-" Minamoto norimitsu closed his eyes tightly.There was no sign of opening at all.

"Can you read them together when you write the poem?"

"If the wedding night is so deserted, it makes me feel a little lonely."

"..."

[You suddenly realize that you have forgotten something. 】

[Tonight is indeed the best day for you to find out the fate of Minamoto Yorimitsu. 】

[But at the same time, this is also the most memorable moment in her life. 】

[Although she doesn’t mind becoming the paper you write on, it doesn’t mean that she has no desires in her heart. 】

[You decide to change your plans a little bit. 】

[You clearly know that you must let her have a memorable wedding night, and then you have shouldered your due responsibilities. 】

"no problem."

Ian replied with a smile.

"If you are afraid of being left alone, Laiguang, I will sing it to you."

Men already know this stuff.

So even if you are writing and chanting at the same time, there is no problem at all.

And in order to make Minamoto norimitsu less nervous.

Ian also deliberately adjusted his tone to sound more soothing than usual.

"Master, you are such an elegant person."

Minamoto Yorimitsu on the document closed his eyes and praised like this.

"Even in this case, I can still firmly grasp the melody of the waka."

"That's all because of you, Lai Guang."

"My reason?"

"Well... without beautiful scenery, how can I be in the mood to compose songs?"

Ian lifted the brush and looked down her cheek.

The most uneven spot on the paper is right in front of you.

"Lai Guang, I want to continue."

"Okay, Master."

Hearing Minamoto norimitsu's response, Ian lowered his head, held the uneven part of the paper, and stroked it gently.

The sweet smell soon spread in the air.

And compared to before, Ian could clearly feel the wealth contained in it at this moment.

When you go out, you no longer need to worry about finding water.

"Lai Guang, are you still working hard on this?"

"Yes, Master."

Minamoto norimitsu's face was slightly red, but his tone was as gentle as ever.

"Since I promised you, I will 'pregnant' memories for you."

"Then no matter how troublesome the problem is, I will solve it."

"so--"

"Master, please don't be surprised by this."

"I understand."

Ian didn't delve any further.

But he knew very clearly that he had to give Minamoto no Yorimitsu a deeper sense of involvement.

The wedding night must not be spent carelessly.

The source of the sweet water was gently dug up by the Great Onmyoji.

The beauty flowing down from the mountain lingers on the light white body.

The bristles of the brush are immersed in the river.

This is a beautiful mountain view.

Use snow instead of water.

Ian continued to chant Japanese songs, and the pen in his hand also started to move gracefully.

Minamoto norimitsu's face became more and more rosy.

The slightly raised corners of his mouth meant that the warrior's heart had been completely immersed in this sugary touch.

The singing is loud and the writing brush is moving.

The white rice paper has a bit more of the sweet fragrance of the clan, and even the air on the wedding night begins to become dense.

pause.