Chapter 49 Jinjiang exclusive authorization first release 29 Cosplay......
"Your Majesty, this is the first time I've encountered something like this. It's a blind spot for me, so it's inevitable that I've misjudged it."
Wen Huoran helped her up and couldn't help but say angrily, "Your mind is full of wild thoughts all day long. Besides improper thoughts, can your mind still hold anything else?"
Yan Yi stared at him intently and blurted out, "Your Majesty!"
Wen Huoran asked, "What's the matter?" Yan Yi shook his hand and said emphatically, "I say—Your Majesty!"
Wen Huoran's breathing paused slightly, and then he realized that she was answering his question. A warm current surged from the deepest part of his heart. He tightly grasped Yan Yi's hand, and for a moment he was unable to speak.
Yan Yi is always like this. An unintentional action or a casual word can always soothe his inner doubts and anxieties just right.
"Your Majesty, why are you silent?" Yan Yi tilted his head to look at him, narrowing his eyes slightly and smiling. "Are you moved to tears?"
"You—" Wen Huiran sighed helplessly and abruptly changed the subject. "From your tone, it seems you'd be bothered if the child wasn't born from your mouth?"
"I didn't!" Yan Yi refused to admit it. "I was just surprised and curious."
Knowing she was being perfunctory, Wen Huoran didn't expose her, saying, "No matter where she was born, she is our child, so you shouldn't look down on her background."
Yan Yi smiled uncomfortably, "Your Majesty, I really don't dislike you." She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, lowering her voice and saying, "Your Majesty, I love your body so much, how could I dislike you!"
Wen Huoran was speechless for a moment, but after just a few words, the person in front of him took the opportunity to tease him.
"Don't say such things anymore. It won't be good if the children hear them," he warned seriously.
Yan Yi blinked, unable to believe her ears. "Your Majesty, according to what you said, can we still—" She subconsciously glanced at the other's abdomen and said vaguely, "Can we still be intimate?"
Wen Huiran's ears felt hot, and he grabbed her rebellious hand and said through gritted teeth, "Okay."
Hearing the answer he wanted, Yan Yi laughed knowingly, then shamelessly leaned over to the villain's ear and whispered, "Very good! Otherwise, I wouldn't be used to it."
The other party was shameless in teasing people. Wen Huoran was speechless for a moment, but there was nothing he could do about her. He could only pretend that he didn't understand what she meant. He hugged the person in his arms and then performed a teleportation technique.
But in a moment, the two returned to the door of the bedroom.
Wen Huoran released her hand, letting Yan Yi land steadily on the ground. Suddenly, she asked, "Your Majesty, is our child exceptionally powerful?"
"How powerful do you want her to be?"
Yan Yi thought thoughtfully, "At least he's better than me. Otherwise, if I get bullied, I won't be able to retaliate."
Wen Huoran paused and turned to look at her, "Were you often bullied in the past?"
"Not really." Yan Yi frowned subconsciously. "I suddenly remembered when I first arrived at the mansion, I went to Fuyu Mountain to collect herbs. I was inexplicably chased by someone, and I had no choice but to escape on my own two legs. If I had great skills, even if I could only use teleportation, I wouldn't have rolled down the mountain and injured my lower back."
He still remembers the experience Yan Yi mentioned.
The tip of his heart felt as if it were pricked by a sharp needle. Wen Xuran hugged him tightly and whispered comfortingly, "It won't happen again. I will always be with you, and I won't let you worry or be afraid, and I won't let anyone hurt you."
"With Your Majesty protecting me, I'm not afraid anymore." Yan Yi buried his face in the villain's firm and full chest, and said in a light tone, "We have a very powerful child! He can deal with the old demon king before he is even born."
Hearing the pride in her tone, Wen Huiran couldn't help but chuckle, "It's because of your good teaching that the child can distinguish right from wrong and knows to protect you."
"Your Majesty, why are you acting so strangely today?" Yan Yi raised his head from his arms, looking a little surprised.
Wen Huiran was confused and asked, "What's wrong with me?"
Yan Yi stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips, then expressed his doubts honestly: "Your Majesty, do you always agree with what I say and try to make me happy?"
Wen Huoran tightened his arms around her waist and asked, "Isn't this a good idea?"
"Okay!" Yan Yi nodded repeatedly, "Your Majesty is very good!" As she spoke, her hands unconsciously climbed onto the other's shoulders, and her long, straight legs tightly wrapped around the other's waist. She stared at the villain with burning eyes, "Your Majesty, I want to kiss you."
The implication in Yan Yi's words was obvious. Wen Huoran took the opportunity to hold her lower back, his throat feeling very dry.
Without giving him a chance to respond, Yan Yi raised his head slightly and gently licked and bit the villain's moist and rosy lips.
Wen Huoran couldn't help but groan in pain.
Yan Yi paused, a smile spreading across the corners of her eyes, "Your Majesty, did you miss me?" After that, she freed one hand and rubbed the villain's waist/abdomen back and forth.
His breathing was disrupted, and Wen Huoran felt as if his whole body was on fire. Waves of heat rose from wherever she touched inch by inch.
The bedroom door slowly opened due to gravity, and the two men almost fell to the ground.
"Go to the couch." Wen Huoran raised his head slightly, allowing himself to catch his breath from Yan Yi's attack.
Yan Yi responded vaguely, and used both hands to forcefully pull the villain's clothes apart, his fingertips skillfully stroking every familiar inch of his body.
As Wen Huoran's breathing became more and more rapid, Yan Yi buried his face in the other's violently heaving chest, savoring the feeling.
After a long while, she breathed a sigh of satisfaction.
The chest area was hot and burning. Yan Yi always liked to linger there for a long time, biting or sucking, without hiding her attachment and love for the villain at all.
Wen Huoran's breathing became rapid, and he felt as if he was in boiling water. A thin layer of sweat appeared between his eyebrows. The feeling of both pleasure and unbearable made him collapse several times.
Her slender, white fingers moved slowly and purposefully, soon about to break through the last line of defense. Wen Huoran noticed her intention and quickly reached out to grab her wrist, suggesting again: "Go to the couch."
Just as he finished speaking, Ling You's voice suddenly came from outside the hall -
"Your Majesty, the evil cultivator who caused the trouble has been apprehended."
Yan Yi's high spirits were suddenly interrupted, and the unhappiness in his heart was about to overflow.
Business was important, so she had to pull her busy hands back from under the villain's collar and said with lingering emotion, "Your Majesty, Brother Ling You is here to report the news to you."
Her rapid breathing had not yet returned to normal, and Wen Xuran uttered an unclear "hmm". Her beautiful lips were torn and bitten by her, and some places even broke the skin.
Yan Yi reached out and gently touched the corner of the other person's lips, "Your Majesty, there's bleeding here."
Wen Huoran let out a long sigh, trying to calm himself down. Then he straightened his messy clothes in front of the mirror and slowly walked out of the bedroom.
Yan Yi subconsciously glanced in the mirror. Aside from her long hair being messed up by the villain, she saw nothing unusual. She smiled contentedly at the person in the mirror and followed Wen Huoran out of the bedroom.
Outside the palace, Ling You nodded slightly, his tone grave, "Your Majesty, except for the leading cultivator who hid his aura and escaped during the chaos, bring the rest back and imprison them in the dungeon."
"A bunch of trash!" Wen Huiran's face was gloomy, no longer the weak and vulnerable look he had in Yan Yi's arms. "Keep looking!"
Thinking of Bu Yingyue and her brother and Ling You accompanying them to hunt down the evil cultivator, Yan Yi suddenly popped his head out from behind the villain.
"Brother Lingyou, is anyone injured?"
Ling You said truthfully, "Except for Bu Yingxue, whose arm was injured by the evil cultivator's sword, the rest of the people are fine."
Yan Yi was shocked. Bu Yingxue's shoulder had been bitten by an out-of-control demon, and it had only been less than a month since she recovered. So he asked, "Is it serious?"
Ling You looked at Wen Huoran cautiously, cut to the chase, and quickly recounted what had happened. Then he took the order and left in a hurry.
Yan Yi stared blankly at Ling You's receding figure.
Meng Suian is still in a coma, Bu Yingxue's arm is injured, and Bu Yingyue is ordered to search for the whereabouts of the evil cultivator outside. Only the old witch doctor is left at home.
After much thought, Yan Yi was still worried and considered going to visit him.
"Your Majesty..." As soon as she turned around, she found that the villain had entered the bedroom without her knowing when. She hurriedly chased after him, "Your Majesty, why didn't you wait for me? I didn't even notice you entered the room first."
Wen Huoran snorted coldly, "Your mind is elsewhere, how could you be aware of my presence?"
Yan Yi blinked, feeling more and more that the villain's words were full of resentment. He couldn't help but suspect that the newborn essence made Wen Huoran's mind more sensitive.
"Your Majesty, I wasn't thinking about Yingxue." She walked forward, hugged the villain tightly from behind, and patiently explained, "Master's wife hasn't woken up yet. I was worried that Master couldn't bear the blow alone, so I was distracted."
She used her fingers to draw circles on the man's waist and abdomen, gradually moving downwards, and then said, "Your Majesty, will you accompany me to visit Master's Wife?"
"Don't move." Wen Huiran's breathing was disordered. He grabbed her hand that was fiddling around and said, "I will go with you."
Yan Yi was so happy that his face was beaming. He turned to him and said in a negotiating tone, "This happened suddenly and it spoiled your pleasure. I will make it up to you later. Your Majesty, please don't be angry, okay?"
"You don't know the rules." Wen Huoran's ears felt hot and his expression became uncomfortable. His words of condemnation had no killing power.
Yan Yi disagreed, "Your Majesty, I don't want to follow the rules when I'm intimate with you." As he said that, he lightly touched the other's chest with his fingertips, carefully tracing the undulating shape.
"Unconventionality creates novelty and makes His Majesty feel comfortable and happy. Next time, we can try an unconventional approach and play the roles of constable and bandit? Or perhaps doctor and patient?"
She became more and more excited as she spoke, eager to try, "Your Majesty, what kind of role-playing do you like? As long as Your Majesty likes it, I can cooperate."
"Nonsense." Wen Huoran slapped away her increasingly presumptuous hand, his face flushed.
Yan Yi withdrew his hand awkwardly, and raised his slightly red fingers in front of him, "Your Majesty, you hurt me."
After saying that, without allowing the other party to respond, he put his fingers directly into Wen Huoran's mouth. The wet and smooth touch wrapped around the slender white fingers, and the soft tip of his tongue swam aimlessly in the mouth like a panicked fish.
As his sight moved downward, the bulge in front of the other person came into view without reservation. Yan Yi raised the corners of his lips slightly and couldn't help laughing, "Your Majesty, you are still the same."
As expected of an innocent old antique who is over 800 years old, he can't stand the slightest provocation.
Suddenly, he felt a foreign object in his throat. Wen Xuran subconsciously stepped back, but someone pressed down on his tongue and pressed forward.
Time passed unknowingly, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and the tenderness somewhere in his body was relieved. Wen Huoran was breathing heavily and leaned weakly on Yan Yi, and the other party let go of him reluctantly.
"Your Majesty, go take a bath!"
After bathing, Wen Huoran, still damp with moisture, followed Yan Yi out of the bedroom door with unsteady steps.
When the two arrived, Bu Shu was bandaging Bu Yingxue's wound. When he saw the newcomers, he hurriedly stood up and saluted.
Wen Huoran waved his hand to stop it.
"Master," Yan Yi walked forward quickly and looked at Bu Yingxue's scarred arm with concern. "The wound is black. Is the sword poisoned?"
Bu Shu nodded gravely. "It's a rare poison. Once the wound festers, it's difficult to heal."
Yan Yi suddenly remembered something and carefully considered his words before saying, "Master, this was poisoned by a mortal cultivator. I'll ask my cousin later and maybe he can find an antidote."
Hearing this, Bu Shu breathed a sigh of relief, "If there's a cure, I can put my mind at ease."
After a few more pleasantries, Yan Yi suggested that she wanted to visit Meng Suian, so Bu Yingxue took her there.
Bu Shu's expression was solemn as he whispered to Wen Huoran about the evil cultivator's movements. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of him fondly playing with a scent pouch around his waist. He couldn't help but ask, "Is the scent pouch your majesty is wearing made by Xiao Yi?"
Wen Huoran lowered his eyes and looked at the gold filigree flower pouch at his waist, a sweet smile in the corners of his eyes.
"yes."
After that, he added, "Yan Yi personally made seven different-style sachets for me. It's said that it's a custom in her hometown that wearing a different sachet every day will bring good luck."
Bu Shu opened his mouth slightly and didn't say anything for a long time. He seemed to see the shadow of his youth in Wen Huoran - his eyes and heart could only hold that person.
"Xiao Yi is very clever and skillful. This sachet has a unique scent and mild medicinal effect. She has a natural talent for mixing sachets."
The joy in Wen Huoran's heart gradually spread as his beloved received praise from the highly respected old witch doctor. "Yes, although Yan Yi is a mortal, he is a rare medical genius."
Yan Yi followed Bu Yingxue out and saw from afar that the old witch doctor and the villain were talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.
As she approached, she asked curiously, "Your Excellency, what are you and Master talking about? You look so happy!"
Wen Huoran looked back at her, smiling without saying a word.
Bu Shu stroked his silver beard and said with a smile, "I'm praising you!"
Yan Yi couldn't help but feel a little interested, "Praise me?"
Bu Shu: "I praise you. I praise your cleverness and dexterity."
Yan Yi smiled embarrassedly. Apart from being able to make a few sachets, she had no other special skills. She had not even learned the needlework that ancient women did with ease. She really did not deserve the praise of being "clever and skillful".
Besides feeling embarrassed, her inner uneasiness also grew. She could count the number of sachets she had made on two hands, and they were all to set a trap for Wen Huoran.
If the truth is revealed and the villain knows the truth, she will be skinned alive at least.
Seeing her silent, Wen Xuran couldn't help but feel curious, "What are you thinking about?"
Yan Yi gradually gathered his thoughts and said casually, "Your Excellency and Master praised my cleverness and dexterity. I was so happy! I was so happy that I forgot everything else."
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