Chapter 18: Pleasure
Seeing that he had no intention of accepting it, Yan Yi took two steps forward and put the sachet against his chest. "Your Majesty, please accept it! It may help relieve your headache." She said softly.
"Why did you suddenly think of making sachets?" Wen Huoran asked casually.
Yan Yi repeated the words he had memorized by heart: "I noticed that Your Majesty has been massaging the Taiyang acupoint frequently recently. I guess his headaches have worsened."
He is a meticulous person, Wen Huoran couldn't help but think.
Just as he reached out to take it, he heard Yan Yi cautiously ask, "Your Majesty, I just heard Brother Wen mention the demon race outside the study. Are there really demons on Fuyu Mountain?"
She had followed Bu Shu to Fuyu Mountain many times to collect herbs, and had never heard of any monsters appearing on the mountain.
As soon as his fingertips touched the sachet in Yan Yi's hand, Wen Huoran slowly withdrew his hand, feeling that the other party was planning to use the sachet to extract information from him.
The mortal female doctor may not have much ability, but she has a lot of little ideas.
"Why are you asking this?"
Hearing his unfriendly tone, Yan Yi immediately became alert and reflected on whether he had acted too hastily and said the wrong thing.
"I—I was just asking casually, just chatting!" She withdrew her hand awkwardly and smiled uncomfortably. "Your Majesty, you don't know that people need more communication to cultivate feelings."
As she spoke more and more outrageously, Wen Huiran couldn't help but frown, "What exactly do you want to say?"
Yan Yi immediately shut up and once again gritted his teeth and handed over the sachet in his hand, "Your Majesty, please accept it! Consider it an apology for Xiaoli. Even though it didn't scratch your face, it still splashed blood on your face. It's our fault after all."
To achieve her goal, she spoke in a series of words. Wen Xuran took two steps back, keeping a distance from her, and cast a scrutinizing gaze on her face. "You used to tell lies when you were young."
His tone was so firm, as if he had watched Yan Yi grow up.
Hearing the villain mocking him, Yan Yi curled his lips and quietly defended himself: "I rarely lied when I was a child, unless my mother caught me secretly reading novels under the covers."
Mentioning this, she raised her head, curiously observing Wen Huiran's expression, and explained to herself, "Your Majesty, do you know what a novel is? It's a storybook. I don't know if it's popular in the Demon Realm, but it's very interesting. The books describe many love stories of love and hate, where two people talk about love, you and I are affectionate, whispering in each other's ears, and love each other to death. But it's not always about two people-"
"That's enough." Wen Huoran said impatiently, "I know what a storybook is."
"Oh——" Yan Yi touched the tip of his nose and couldn't help but think proudly: The old antique must not know that he is the villain in a novel.
Wen Huoran said, "There are rarely any monsters appearing on Fuyu Mountain."
"Ah?" Yan Yi was daydreaming when he suddenly heard the other party speak. He didn't react for a moment and stared at the villain with wide eyes, his face full of bewilderment.
Wen Huoran asked, "What was your purpose in asking me about the demon tribe on Fuyu Mountain?"
Yan Yi almost choked to death on her own saliva. Was her expression that obvious?
"Haha..." She laughed dryly and explained half-truthfully, "I've never seen a demon race before, so I'm naturally curious and couldn't help but want to find out more. Your Majesty, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tested you. I was wrong."
"It's getting late, go to bed early." After saying that, Wen Huoran turned around and was about to leave.
Yan Yi quickly ran up to him and stretched out her hand to block his way, "Your Majesty, sachet!" Then, she opened her palm, revealing a gold filigree sachet. The fine gold threads sparkled in the moonlight, just like the cunning light in her eyes.
The next morning, Yan Yi just opened his eyes and saw Xiaoli jumping onto the bed with a letter in his mouth. He thought it was a fatal chain letter from Su Can.
She lazily got up from the bed, unfolded the letter and saw that it was Bu Yingyue inviting her to go to Fuyu Mountain with her and her brother to admire the pomegranate flowers.
When Yan Yi saw the three words "pomegranate flowers", he instantly woke up and hurriedly got out of bed to wash and change clothes.
When Yan Yi was a child, there was a pomegranate tree planted in the yard of her grandmother's house. Every time the flowers bloomed, the tree was full of flowers, which was pleasing to the eye.
About half an hour later, she changed into a pink dress, hummed "Good Luck", and went out with Xiaoli in her arms.
As I reached the gate, I saw a familiar figure walking towards me from afar.
Yan Yi walked towards the other party with light steps and called out in a brisk tone: "Your Majesty!"
Wen Huiran raised his eyebrows slightly, "Where are you going?"
Yan Yi's eyes swept over his waist without concealing anything, and he replied casually: "Yingyue and Yingxue invited me to go with them to Fuyu Mountain to see the pomegranate flowers."
She had dressed up today, looking quite dressed for the trip. Wen Huoran frowned slightly, "You're going hiking, dressed like this?"
Yan Yi finally withdrew his gaze from the other person reluctantly, raised his arms and turned around, looking at the villain in confusion, "Your Majesty, does this dress of mine not look good?"
Before going out, she changed no less than five sets of clothes in front of the mirror. This one was the one she was most satisfied with, and it was a perfect match with the pomegranate flowers all over the mountain.
"What are you looking at?" Wen Huoran couldn't help but ask when he noticed that her gaze was lingering on him.
Yan Yi's ears felt hot, and he quickly looked away, smiling uncomfortably, "Your Majesty, why aren't you wearing the sachet I gave you?"
It turned out that he was looking for a sachet.
Wen Huiran suddenly felt happy and replied calmly, "I forgot."
Yan Yi curled his lips, thinking that the villain was indeed not easy to fool. How could he take a mere sachet seriously?
"Your Majesty, I'm leaving first." As she said this, she moved aside and walked towards the door, with a look of visible disappointment on her face.
Wen Huoran stood with his hands behind his back, staring at her slowly leaving figure in a daze, and his jade-like face gradually became lively.
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Bu Yingyue and her brother led Yan Yi to a hillside where they could admire the pomegranate flowers. This place was not far from where Yan Yi used to collect herbs, and a small trace of Taihu Lake could be seen in the distance.
"Xiaoyi, I didn't expect you to be so good at climbing mountains. You don't look like an ordinary person at all." Bu Yingyue sighed sincerely.
Yan Yi couldn't help but mutter when he heard this: Do the demons generally have prejudices against ordinary mortals? Have they received collective training?
——Specially teaches how to despise every mortal equally.
She smiled and said, "My mother and father both love climbing mountains. I've been influenced by them since I was a child, and I've gotten used to it through personal experience."
Bu Yingyue came over and patted her shoulder, comforting her, "Xiaoyi, please be patient. After a while, I will ask mother to persuade His Majesty to let you go home to visit your family."
The smile on Yan Yi's lips gradually froze. He didn't know whether he should be moved by the other party's thoughtfulness or helpless.
The time is not right yet and she doesn't want to go home to visit her family.
Yan Yi racked his brains and could only come up with two words: "No rush."
Bu Yingxue keenly noticed the strange look on her face and asked carefully, "Don't you want to go home to visit your family?"
Yan Yi quickly denied: "That's not the case. My parents are traveling and haven't returned home yet, so - I'm not in a hurry to go home to visit them."
"I see." Bu Yingyue suddenly understood and nodded, then made her own arrangements and said, "When your parents return from their travels, please tell me again. By then, I will definitely be able to convince His Majesty to let you go home."
Yan Yi was filled with gratitude, "Thank you, Yingyue."
Although I don't know when I can complete the mission and return to the real world, but if I have the help of the characters in the book, the chances of success should be greater.
"It's so beautiful!" Bu Yingyue lay on her back on the grass with her hands behind her head. What she saw were clusters of orange-red pomegranate flowers emitting a faint fragrance.
Yan Yi lifted up the hem of his skirt and was about to sit down next to her when she put her hand on his lower back and pushed him towards a big pomegranate tree next to him.
"Shh!" Bu Yingyue signaled her to be quiet.
Yan Yi listened for a moment, but apart from the rustling of leaves in the mountain breeze, there was no sound, not even the chirping of birds. She looked around blindly, and all she saw was a sea of flowers covering the mountain.
Bu Yingxue's figure flashed and disappeared in the blink of an eye. "Who is sneaking around here? Come out!"
Sure enough, two thin figures emerged tremblingly from under a lush pomegranate tree five meters away.
"Don't—don't kill us! We are not bad people." An old voice pleaded.
Bu Yingxue stood with her back to the old man, her injured arm behind her back, and a sword in one hand against the neck of an old man.
The man was hunched over, skinny, and his legs were shaking violently. Hidden behind him was a little boy, about seven or eight years old, with large, round eyes and a face clearly malnourished. He was so thin he looked unrecognizable.
Yan Yi quickly ran over and whispered, "Yingxue, don't hurt them. They look like they're fleeing from disaster."
The old man and the young boy nodded repeatedly in agreement.
Bu Yingxue looked back at her sister. Bu Yingyue brushed off the grass debris on her butt and walked over to the group. "Who would believe you're fleeing to the wilderness?"
The old man trembled and said, "We are lost. Please give us a way out."
Bu Yingyue didn't respond. She looked around at the old man and the child, then returned to Yan Yi's side. "Mortal."
The grandfather and grandson were dressed in tattered clothes, and their exposed skin was covered with scars. Some of the wounds were even festering and oozing pus, which was a horrible sight.
Yan Yi asked carefully, "Yingyue, they seem to be injured. Can we take them back home to heal them?"
Bu Yingyue chuckled and warned, "If His Majesty finds out, he'll definitely throw you out too."
The old man looked embarrassed when he heard this, and said awkwardly: "Don't bother the young lady, just lead us out of this mountain."
Thinking about the villain's behavior of thinking everyone is a spy, Yan Yi couldn't help but frown. How could she convince him to let her take the people back to heal?
"Take him back first and talk about it later." After thinking it over, she decided to act first and ask for permission later.
Bu Yingxue led the way with the little boy on her back.
When they reached the gate, Yan Yi cautiously poked her head out to peek inside, but she didn't see the familiar, indifferent figure. She quickly waved behind her, and the group ran towards Yan Yi's residence like thieves.
Yan Yi stayed behind to cover his retreat. Just as he stepped into the courtyard, a voice like a death warrant suddenly came from behind him: "Stop!"
She turned around stiffly and called out guiltily, "Your Majesty—"
Wen Huoran didn't give her time to react and asked directly, "Who is in there?"
"Ordinary mortals." Yan Yi blurted out without realizing it, but then he felt like he was touching a tiger's butt, so he told the truth: "Your Majesty, we rescued two mortals who were fleeing from Fuyu Mountain. They were seriously injured and brought them back for treatment."
"Throw it out." Wen Huoran showed no mercy at all.
Yan Yi looked aggrieved as he slowly approached him, pleading softly, "Your Majesty, if I don't save them, both grandfather and grandson will surely die. You can't just stand by and watch them die!"
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