Chapter 34 Jinjiang Exclusive Authorization First Release 14 The Skin She Touched...
That feeling of desire flooding my body came back again.
Yan Yi's fingertips were like the barbs on a fishhook. The skin she touched felt hot and burning, and gradually turned an alluring red.
Wen Huoran's body was slightly stiff, and he sat upright beside the desk, not daring to move.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" Yan Yi asked deliberately.
His throat itched and tightened, but Wen Huoran feigned composure, saying sternly, "Don't act recklessly. The demonic energy within me is turbulent, and I might injure you."
After hearing this, Yan Yi couldn't help but chuckle, then he moved forward again and gently kissed his soft rosy lips.
Wen Huoran was still savoring the memory when Yan Yi straightened his wrinkled collar, stood up and stepped aside, then spoke seriously about business.
"When I said I would give my essence to Your Majesty, I did so willingly."
The other party only tasted it briefly and did not explore further. Wen Huoran was slightly disappointed, but his expression quickly returned to normal.
"There's no need to discuss this further. Although your essence isn't in your body, it's still with you. Have you ever considered the consequences of giving it to me?"
Yan Yi disagreed, "Your Majesty, the pendant has been lost twice, but I am still safe and sound. Facts have proven that I can still live well without essence."
Wen Xuran wanted to say something but stopped.
Some people are careless and have lost their pendants many times. Instead of learning from this, they use it as a justification for making excuses.
The villain didn't respond, so Yan Yi thought he had forgotten about it, so he kindly reminded him, "Your Majesty, don't you remember? It was you who brought it back for me the first time!"
"Of course I remember," Wen Huoran replied, then patiently explained to her, "If your essence is lost, it can be recovered. But if you give it to someone else, it will merge with another strand of essence and cannot return to your body. Do you understand?"
Yan Yi: "Your Majesty, since I gave it to you, I never thought of taking it back."
His heart was filled to the brim, Wen Huoran's breathing stopped, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
Fearing that the villain would refuse to accept, Yan Yi racked his brains and continued to persuade him: "The old demon is plotting evil because he believes that the master's essence is damaged and unable to do anything. If the essence is restored, he will definitely be caught off guard."
Wen Huoran was about to agree.
It's not that I was moved by her words.
Yan Yi looked too serious, as if he was wholeheartedly thinking about him. Wen Huoran saw it and couldn't help but be moved.
"There's no need to rush into matters of essence. We need to make long-term plans." He tried to suppress the emotions surging in his heart and continued, "Although my essence has been damaged, I'm not completely helpless against Wen Zhengming. However—"
Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Yan Yi immediately became alert and could not help but ask, "Your Majesty, but what?"
"I am deeply touched by your thoughtfulness."
Yan Yi curled his lips, not very satisfied with his words, "Your Majesty, are you just touched?"
Wen Huoran's expression froze for a moment, and he didn't react to the meaning of her words for a while.
Yan Yi stretched out a finger and tapped his chest, "Your Majesty, besides being touched, aren't you happy? Don't you like it? No——"
This action was too ambiguous. Wen Xuran lowered his eyes and stared at her chest, tightly grasping her rebellious hand in his palm. "Yan Yi, you are increasingly disregarding me."
Yan Yi grabbed his wrist with his backhand and casually evaded him, "Because—I put Your Majesty in my heart."
Wen Huiran choked, a subtle feeling inexplicably growing in his heart. He couldn't help but ask, "Do you always speak so freely?"
Yan Yi paused his movements, his face showing grievance, "Your Majesty, you misunderstood me. I only said this to you. If it were someone else, I wouldn't say it."
Yan Yi's sweet words were free of charge. Wen Huoran should have been accustomed to it. Although his heart was as calm as an ancient well, he was still unable to help but be affected by her emotions and his mind was distracted.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Ling You's voice rang out from outside the hall: "Your Majesty, the old witch doctor has sent someone to deliver the elixir."
Hearing this, Yan Yi hurried over to open the door.
Ling You handed the small porcelain bottle to Wen Huoran, carefully considering his words, and said, "Your Majesty, the old witch doctor instructed that you take one pill of this medicine daily, and avoid any emotional fluctuations while taking it."
"I understand." Wen Huoran gestured for him to place the medicine bottle on the desk. Seeing that Ling You had no intention of leaving, he gently tapped the edge of the table. "Anything else?"
Ling You: "The newly built mansion has been completed. When will Your Majesty find time to visit it?"
Wen Huoran didn't respond, but just glared at him fiercely.
Ling You subconsciously glanced at Yan Yi and immediately realized that he had made a big mistake. He said "I deserve to die" several times and then fled.
Yan Yi walked out from behind the villain and sat down on the chair opposite him, full of doubts, "Your Majesty, why did Brother Ling You act like he saw a ghost when he saw me?"
Wen Huiran said calmly, "Ling You is not good at dealing with women."
"Ah?" Yan Yi was dumbfounded. Why hadn't she discovered this secret before?
It's outrageous.
She couldn't help but look back at the door. Through the slightly closed door, she could only catch a glimpse of a hurriedly departing figure.
Wen Huiran gently picked up the small porcelain bottle and put it down again. "What are you looking at him for?"
Yan Yi gathered his thoughts and turned back to stare into the villain's eyes. "Your Majesty, has Brother Ling You ever been hurt by love before?"
Wen Huoran: “…”
"How did I know that?" Wen Huiran replied unhappily, "If you care about him, just go and find out for yourself."
Yan Yi blinked, catching something different in the villain's tone. She smiled and said, "Your Majesty, do you smell anything?"
Wen Huoran was unhappy. It would have been fine if the other party didn't notice it, but he acted as if nothing had happened and kept talking to him about all sorts of things, as if he had no cares.
"No."
Yan Yi was teasing him sincerely, so he suppressed his laughter and said seriously: "Your Majesty, did you really not smell it? In the bedroom, there is a strong smell -"
“Vinegar!”
"You——" Wen Huoran suddenly stood up and was about to walk out of the bedroom.
Yan Yi stood up immediately after, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"
Wen Huoran walked out of the bedroom without even looking back.
The villain is angry.
Yan Yi rubbed the little raccoon's furry head, feeling helpless. It was just that he was jealous, not slandering him, so what was the big deal!
When she returned to the study, the medical books she had taken from the old witch doctor were still piled at the door. She moved them in and placed them on the desk, flipping through a few pages. Suddenly, she remembered an important matter.
The night of the full moon is approaching, when the villain's love poison will break out, the evil spirit will be turbulent, and he will be at his weakest. With the help of special spices, she finally has a chance.
The old demon king disappeared at this critical moment.
Yan Yi felt something was wrong.
The other party must have been prepared in advance. It is very likely that they conspired with the group of evil cultivators, each taking what they want, and trying to make some noise while Wen Huoran was too busy to do anything else.
Thinking about his own situation and the possible changes that might happen, Yan Yi carefully considered his words and wrote a letter to the male protagonist of the original book.
Last time, the villain was jealous and said bluntly that he didn't like her contacting Su Can. Yan Yi agreed readily, but did not take it to heart.
Seeing that she had folded the letter, the little fox raised a furry pad and shook it at her.
Seeing its intention, Yan Yi shook his head gently and explained patiently: "Xiao Li, this letter does not require any magical power."
The little fox silently retracted its claws, not understanding what was going on. It just stared at her with its round eyes and meowed non-stop.
After lighting the talisman and passing the letter to Su Can, Yan Yi breathed a sigh of relief, then sat down at the desk, reached out and held one of the tabby cat's paws, and communicated with the little cat according to the method taught by the old witch doctor.
Throughout the whole process, the tabby cat reacted normally and showed no resistance, which comforted Yan Yi.
With her limited knowledge of psychology, she couldn't find anything unusual. Although progress was slow, at least Xiaoli was willing to cooperate.
The golden sun sets in the west, and in the blink of an eye it is already dusk.
The tabby cat curled up in her arms, drowsy. Yan Yi carefully carried the little cat to the bedroom. When she came back, she had a tray in her hand, which contained a red and gold-painted incense box and several semi-finished spices.
The rare medicinal herbs that Wen Huoran sent in the past were exactly the essential herbs used to make the spices used with the calming incense.
Yan Yi grinds several medicinal herbs into powder, mixes them according to the proportion, and puts them into the incense box. When used with calming incense, the effect will be immediate.
In late summer, the climate is still hot, the sky is gloomy and dark, and it seems that a storm is brewing.
Looking at the fine dust-like perfume powder in the perfume box, Yan Yi stretched lazily with satisfaction and leaned back in the armchair, feeling drowsy.
I don’t know how long I slept. When I opened my eyes again, the night outside the window was hazy, and occasionally there were a few faint cicada chirping.
His eyes fell on the gold-painted incense box on the desk. Yan Yi suddenly remembered something, quickly stood up, tidied the desk, and then turned and left the study.
Under the hazy moonlight, a familiar figure slowly walked towards us in the night.
Yan Yi waved at him happily, "Your Majesty, you're here! I was just about to look for you!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly realized a serious problem, and hurriedly turned around and walked into the house. She grabbed a Boshan incense burner from the desk and quickly lit a fragrant incense.
After finishing all this, she took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and then quickly walked to the door of the study, just in time to see Wen Huoran walking into the room.
"Your Majesty!"
Wen Huiran frowned, "Why are you running when you see me?"
Yan Yi's face flushed slightly in panic, and a layer of cold sweat oozed out of her palms. She raised her hands to fan the air and smiled, "The room is too messy. I'm worried that Your Majesty will laugh at me."
Wen Huoran subconsciously looked behind her. It wasn't messy, but not as tidy as his bedroom.
Yan Yi laughed dryly and explained, "I just cleaned it up, it should be pleasing to the eye." After that, she sniffed lightly and did not smell the scent of burning talismans.
It's not certain whether it was masked by the rich incense, or if mortals' sense of smell is not sensitive enough to distinguish it.
As soon as Wen Huoran stepped into the study, he was choked by the strong and pungent incense and started coughing repeatedly.
"What does it smell like?"
Yan Yi immediately became alert and unconsciously raised his voice, saying, "Your Majesty, it's incense, don't you like it?"
Wen Huoran: "What kind of fragrance?"
"Oh..." Yan Yi sniffed and said truthfully, "The scent of eucalyptus leaves. It's hot in the summer and there are many mosquitoes at night. It's used to repel insects."
As she spoke, she secretly glanced at the villain's expression and saw that his brows were slightly frowned, as if he didn't like the taste.
"If Your Majesty doesn't like it, can I change the incense?" she asked cautiously.
Wen Huiran nodded slightly, "It's burnt out, no need to light a new one."
Yan Yi felt quite guilty, fearing that the secret he had passed on to the male protagonist of the original book would be exposed. He walked hesitantly to the desk, and was reluctant to close the lid of the Boshan stove.
Wen Huoran sat down at the desk and tapped the edge of it with his knuckles. "What are you standing there for?"
Yan Yi made up his mind and closed the lid tightly. "Your Majesty, are you thirsty?"
"Not thirsty." Wen Huoran stared at her, feeling that Yan Yi's behavior was strange, as if he was hiding something from him.
Undeterred, Yan Zi asked again, "Your Majesty, are you hungry? I have some freshly made snowy mung bean cakes from the kitchen, perfect for summer."
"I do not like the food of mortals."
"Oh—oh, right!" Yan Yi woke up as if from a dream, and sighed that he was useless.
When you do something bad in secret, you will lose your composure before others expose you.
Yan Yi secretly took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, pointed to the bedroom, and said softly: "Your Majesty, I will go see if Xiaoli is awake."
Without giving the other party a chance to respond, she turned around and headed towards the bedroom.
Wen Huoran frowned tightly, and the displeasure on his face was about to overflow.
"stop."
Yan Yi paused, nearly tripping over her left foot and falling out. She turned stiffly, "Your Majesty, do you have any instructions?"
Wen Huoran tried his best to sound calmer and asked, "Why are you hiding from me?"
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