Chapter 53 Jinjiang exclusive authorization first release 33 Hungry ghost in the color...
That night, Wen Xuran tossed and turned, unable to sleep soundly. Finally, after turning over for the umpteenth time, he felt the empty bed beside him and was suddenly awakened from his sleep.
The moonlight outside the window was hazy, and the moonlight poured into the house through the half-open window.
Apart from himself, Yan Yi was no longer on the bed.
The quilt was cold, the pillow was chilly, and even the place where she had slept was chilly, which was enough to prove that the person next to her had not been on the couch for a long time.
Wen Huoran felt uneasy. He clearly remembered Yan Yi hugging him and kissing him before going to bed. The soft touch of his lips and tongue still lingered between his lips and teeth.
Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes, the person was gone.
Without bothering to put on his outer robe, he walked out barefoot in a light gauze dress.
Seeing a familiar figure sitting busy at the desk, Wen Xuran couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He gradually calmed down and felt that he was too nervous. Where could Yan Yi go? There seemed to be no reason for him to leave him without a reason.
Hearing the movement behind him, Yan Yi turned around and looked at him, "Your Majesty, why are you up?"
Wen Huoran quickened his pace to her side, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I woke up so suddenly and didn't see you. I'm feeling uneasy."
Yan Yi pulled him to sit down beside the desk and said softly, "Your Majesty, did I make too much noise and wake you up?"
"No." Wen Huoran slowly shook his head. "Without you by my side, my bed feels cold and I can't sleep well."
"I won't do it next time." Yan Yi quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake, vowing: "From now on, I will definitely accompany Your Majesty to sleep peacefully."
Wen Huoran glanced at the neatly arranged incense boxes on the desk, his eyes moistened. He gently closed his eyes and said calmly, "Why aren't you sleeping?"
"I had a dream. I dreamed that His Majesty was angry with me. He said that I was always perfunctory and had not started making the sachets that I promised His Majesty." Yan Yi made up a lie.
"I thought to myself, and it was true. I got anxious and suddenly woke up."
Wen Huiran couldn't help but laugh. He reached out and gently touched her brow, saying angrily, "Yan Yi, you just say perfunctory words without thinking. How could I be so easily fooled?"
"Your Majesty, I was wrong. I will never fool you again."
Yan Yi, knowing he had made it, said half-truthfully, "Actually, I woke up. With the beauty in my arms, I quickly fell asleep. After waking up, I saw Your Majesty sleeping in my arms, and I felt quite at ease. I was thinking about making a sachet for Your Majesty, so I got up."
Wen Huoran stared at her red eyes, feeling distressed. "Don't damage your eyes. Mortal bodies are not like demons. You should be more careful."
Yan Yi curled his lips, "Your Majesty, when will you finally let go of your prejudice against mere mortals like us?"
Wen Huoran lowered his head and kissed her between the eyebrows. "It's not prejudice. The human body is fragile and fragile, this is an indisputable fact. I'm worried that you'll catch a cold, that you'll get sick, that you'll feel unwell."
"Your Majesty, I'm not that fragile." Yan Yi explained to himself, "When I was still in the mortal world, I learned to swim from a young age. I worked hard to exercise every day, so I'm very strong."
Hearing her reasoning, Wen Huiran couldn't help but chuckle, "You speak so convincingly, as if you really mean it."
"Your Majesty, don't you believe it?" Yan Yi immediately stood up, lifted his sleeves to his shoulders, and raised his arms to show him his lean biceps.
"Look! I have muscles and I'm very strong."
"Yes." Wen Huiran helped her put down her sleeves and patted her body, which was covered with spices. "There's no need to sew a new sachet. Just add the spices to the old one."
Hearing this, Yan Yi's eyes lit up immediately, "Your Majesty, is this really possible?"
Wen Huiran said "hmm" very lightly, then said with more emphasis: "When have I ever been perfunctory with you?"
Hearing the hidden meaning in his words, Yan Yi lowered his head a little embarrassedly, but his eyes were red.
She had tried every possible way to pester Wen Huoran to teach her how to break the defense, attempting to break the spell he had cast on the rosewood box and secretly replace the spices inside.
Unexpectedly, before she could take any action, Wen Huoran, out of concern for her, took the initiative to ask her to replace the original spices.
The guilt in his heart grew more and more intense, and it seemed to be spreading. Yan Yi buried his face in the other's chest and couldn't help shedding tears.
"Your Majesty, you are so thoughtful!" She choked up, "You always think of me. I don't know how to repay you."
Wen Huoran gently stroked her slender back and said softly, "Between you and me, why should we even talk about 'reward'? I am willing to treat you well, and it is enough for you to accept it calmly."
His heart skipped a beat. Yan Yi had too many secrets in his heart and couldn't accept it at all.
"Your Majesty," she reached out and held Wen Huoran's already translucent right hand, her vision gradually becoming blurred.
"In just two days, Your Majesty's body has changed so much. I don't know what to do."
As the new essence in his body grew day by day, Wen Huoran's body changed very quickly.
At first, only the right wrist bone became transparent, and now the entire arm and the entire right hand gradually became transparent, resembling the bitingly cold glacier on the ice continent.
"Trust me," Wen Huiran patiently reassured him, "The faster her essence grows, the sooner she'll be able to meet us. This is a blessing."
Yan Yi was skeptical and still worried.
Considering that the villain was pregnant and fearing that he would not get enough sleep, Yan Yi had to put aside the matter of making the sachet and pulled him towards the bed.
"Your Majesty, it's still early, let's go back to sleep!"
Wen Huiran opened his eyelids and glared at her, "Not serious."
Yan Yi blinked and tried to explain, but didn't know how to defend himself.
Now, in Wen Huoran's eyes, she was like a sex-hungry ghost. Regardless of the occasion, day or night, all she thought about and all she saw was being intimate with him.
"Your Majesty," she said, unwilling to accept such a reputation, struggling, "Is this who I am in your eyes?"
Wen Huiran knew the answer but still asked, "What kind of person is he?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know." Wen Huoran took the lead in stepping into the bedroom, leaving her with a tall and slender figure.
Yan Yi was furious and quickened his pace to catch up with him. He clung to Wen Huoran like a vine and said through gritted teeth, "Your Majesty, do you think I'm a sex-hungry ghost?"
Wen Huiran carried her to the bed. His face didn't blush, but his heart was beating wildly. Instead, he asked her, "Aren't you?"
Yan Yi turned over and sat up, pressing the person under him, and sighed helplessly, "Since Your Majesty said that I am a sex-hungry ghost, then we will confirm it tonight."
Without allowing Wen Huoran to respond, she leaned down and blocked the words in his throat.
The next day, when the sun was already high in the sky, Yan Yi slowly opened his eyes and woke up.
I spent most of last night pestering Wen Huoran and hardly slept in the second half of the night. When the morning light was just beginning, we both took a bath and fell into a deep sleep.
Ever since Wen Huoran's body showed signs of abnormality, Yan Yi has been extremely cautious when being intimate with him, for fear of hurting him.
In fact, Wen Huoran was not as fragile as she imagined.
After all, he is a demon. A lean camel is bigger than a horse. No matter how you look at it, he is more resilient than a mere mortal like her.
Furthermore, although Wen Huoran's right hand became as transparent as ice and snow, it did not affect his strength at all. Apart from looking terrifying, it was not as fragile as ice and snow.
However, Yan Yi was convinced that the newly born essence in his body was devouring Wen Huoran's demonic energy, and that the other party's health was deteriorating and could not withstand the torture, so he became more cautious.
Many times, she felt that she should stop and rest, but Wen Huoran was not able to enjoy himself. In his confused state of mind, he even suspected that Yan Yi was no longer interested in his body. He once asked her in a hoarse voice whether she disliked his strange arms.
Yan Yi held the person and coaxed her for a long time before convincing her that the transparent arm was actually very beautiful. Apart from looking fragile, she didn't dare to touch it.
At noon, Ling You had something important to report - there was new progress on the evil cultivator who was captured after escaping. The guards guarding the dungeon did not dare to act on their own, so Wen Huoran had to go there in person.
Yan Yi cleaned up the scattered spices on the desk, and then opened the rosewood box that Wen Huoran placed in front of her.
The few sachets she had given to the villain with ill intentions in the past lay quietly in the box, emitting a faint fragrance.
The smell of the sachet had indeed faded, and the medicinal effect was not as strong as before, but Yan Yi felt very guilty, fearing that Wen Huoran would find out the truth one day, and she would then be unable to defend herself.
Just thinking about that scene made her feel cold and breathless.
This feeling is really not good.
How could a tasker be afraid of the task object?
She has read countless novels. In many book-traveling novels, the attacker will at most feel pity and guilt for the target, which will then touch their hearts and lead to love. The two will confide in each other and eventually complete the mission, and the lovers will finally get married.
Thinking of this, Yan Yi suddenly realized that something was wrong——
Her finger was suddenly pricked by an embroidery needle. She gradually collected her thoughts, quickly replaced the spices in the sachet, and then threw the spices specially made for the villain into the incense burner as quickly as possible, in an attempt to destroy the body.
After all the operations, she was sweating profusely, or maybe she was too nervous and broke out in a cold sweat.
After all, if you do too many bad things behind the scenes, you will inevitably feel guilty.
After Wen Huoran dealt with the evil cultivator, he returned to the bedroom in high spirits. He happened to see her staring blankly at several sachets that had been replaced with spices.
"Why? Are you reluctant to give it to me?"
Yan Yi raised his eyes, looked at him and smiled knowingly, then hurried to greet him, "Your Majesty, you are finally back. I have been waiting for you for a long time!"
"What happened? You look so happy." Wen Huoran raised the corners of his lips slightly, and there was a smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
Yan Yi handed him the wooden box and nodded at the sachet inside. "Your Majesty, these are brand new spices. Do you like them? Each one has a different flavor!"
Wen Huoran took the wooden box and glanced at the desk. He didn't see what he was looking for and looked a little disappointed.
Yan Yi didn't understand what was going on, so he asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, what are you looking for?"
"Where are the original spices in the sachet?"
Heart almost in his throat, Yan Yi pinched the corner of his clothes and said with a stiff upper lip, "I threw it away. Is it useful for Your Majesty to keep it?"
Wen Huiran frowned, "Where did it go?"
Yan Yi felt extremely guilty, and with trembling fingers he pointed at the Boshan furnace on the table, "It's all burned."
"Burned it?" Wen Huiran seemed to be unable to believe his ears, and his expression was slightly lost. "Why was it burned?"
Yan Yi: "The fragrance of the spices faded and became useless, so I just threw them into the incense burner."
Wen Huoran frowned tightly and complained in a low voice, "If you don't ask me, I will handle it on my own."
Yan Yi knew that he had acted negligently and had not taken the villain's emotions into consideration. She was pregnant, which was a sensitive period, so it was inevitable that her emotions would fluctuate greatly.
She stepped forward with her head held high and softly coaxed, "Your Majesty, it's my fault. I shouldn't have handled your belongings without permission. Please punish me!"
Wen Huiran walked right past her and sat down at the desk, muttering to himself, "Those were the spices you painstakingly mixed for me, and now you just burn them."
Yan Yi pointed to the wooden box in his hand and explained, "Your Majesty, the new sachet has a better fragrance. If you don't believe me, why don't you smell it?"
Wen Huiran raised his eyes to look at her and sighed helplessly, "Forget it, no matter how much I say, you still can't understand my feelings."
Yan Yi became anxious when he heard this, and he pulled his hand and asked, "Your Majesty, if you don't tell me, I certainly won't understand. If you tell me, and I still don't understand, it won't be too late for you to get angry."
"I just want to keep all the items you gave me."
The tip of his heart felt as if it had been pricked by a sharp thorn, and his throat felt slightly tight. Yan Yi tightened his fingers around him and said softly, "Your Majesty, I am inconsiderate and have caused you grief."
His eyes fell on the incense burner on the desk, and Yan Yi came up with a plan. He then let go of Wen Huoran, picked up the burnt incense ash in the incense burner with his bare hands, and put it into an empty incense box.
"Your Majesty, is it okay to preserve it like this?" Yan Yi looked quite serious, with a trace of incense ash on the tip of his nose, and he looked a little embarrassed.
Wen Huoran suppressed his smile, turned his back and ignored her.
Yan Yi handed the incense box containing the incense ash to him and coaxed him softly, "Your Majesty, please don't be angry, okay? I made a new sachet and saved the used incense ash for safekeeping. Considering my sincerity, please forgive me!"
Wen Huoran showed no sign of relenting and just sat at his desk sulking.
When he went to bed to rest at night, Wen Huoran deliberately turned around and lay on his side facing inward, leaving Yan Yi with a cold back.
Yan Yi was at a loss for words, but he didn't dare to explain. After all, her motive for destroying the spices was not pure, and Wen Huiran didn't know the truth, so he couldn't sympathize with her.
"Your Majesty, are you asleep?" She pressed her face against Wen Huoran's tense back and called in a whisper.
Wen Huoran didn't respond and didn't move, trying hard to pretend to be asleep.
Yan Yi didn't give up. He stretched out a hand to lift up his collar and used his knuckles to trace the undulations on Wen Huoran's chest. "Your Majesty, are you awake?"
The skin that he touched felt hot and itchy, and her whole body felt like it was electrified, with a fine and dense tingling sensation. Every cell in her body was clamoring to get close to Yan Yi.
Wen Huoran gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold it in.
Yan Yi rubbed his head against his back to show his dissatisfaction. Wen Huoran was breathing evenly, as if he had fallen asleep.
"She really fell asleep!" Yan Yi muttered softly, "Pregnant women really like to sleep."
After saying that, she reluctantly touched Wen Huoran's rosy cheek with her hand, put her arm on his waist, closed her eyes and waited for sleep to come.
However, things went against his wishes. Yan Yi was so worried that he couldn't fall asleep peacefully.
As she listened to Wen Huoran's gradually calming breathing, her inner uneasiness grew more and more intense, threatening to drown her.
Her gaze lingered on Wen Huoran's exposed wrist. His body, as transparent as an ice sculpture, shone brightly in the moonlight, stinging her eyes.
As the new essence gradually became stronger, Wen Huoran's body gradually couldn't bear it, and his entire right arm turned transparent.
The more Yan Yi thought about it, the more anxious he became, but his mind became clearer and he no longer felt sleepy.
She had no choice but to get up on tiptoe and take out medical books related to male conception from the bookshelf to look up information related to the physical changes in men after pregnancy.
She didn't even give up, and carefully searched through the bookshelf, found several books related to the "witchcraft world", and read them word by word about the content related to men getting pregnant and giving birth.
Yan Yi rubbed his dry and painful eyes, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness in his heart.
Faced with the villain's physical condition, she could do nothing but watch his body undergo new changes every day, and the transparent area became wider and wider.
Ever since the newly born essence began to absorb the evil energy in Wen Huoran's body, it was no longer as active as usual, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.
Wen Huoran did not sleep well. He had just had an argument with Yan Yi before going to bed. Although the other party tried every means to coax him, and Wen Huoran had indeed forgiven Yan Yi a long time ago, the sadness in his heart did not disappear.
Wen Huoran always treasured the things Yan Yi gave him, but now Yan Yi handled the matter on his own without permission, leaving nothing behind except a handful of ashes.
Perhaps in Yan Yi's view, spices are just spices. They can be thrown away when not in use and replaced with new ones when old. It is not important.
But Wen Huoran didn't think so. It was a gift from Yan Yi, and he had to treasure it even if he didn't use it.
He fell into a dream with a heart full of grievances. Before falling asleep, Yan Yi touched him in every way to please him. Wen Huoran also resisted the urge to pay attention to her and pretended to be in a deep sleep.
The weather in late summer was sometimes hot, and the windows were not closed tightly at night. Yan Yi said that he wanted to leave a gap for ventilation to avoid getting sick.
The cool night breeze blew into the room through the half-open window. Wen Huanran's eyelashes trembled slightly and he suddenly woke up.
Just like last time, the seat beside him was deserted and Yan Yi was not around.
The feeling of loss in his heart gradually grew bigger, and Wen Huoran felt inexplicably panicked. He was always worried that one day when he opened his eyes, Yan Yi would not be on the couch, and they would never share a bed together again.
Thinking of this, he hurriedly lifted the quilt, put on his pajamas and hurriedly got off the bed. The resentment that had accumulated last night seemed to have disappeared at this moment. Only Yan Yi was left in his heart, and the rest was not important.
As usual, Yan Yi sat alone at her desk, two thick piles of books in front of her. Wen Huoran walked slowly towards her, and when he saw the title of the book on the cover, he was moved.
"When did you get up?" He hugged Yan Yi tightly from behind, "Are you worried about something?"
Yan Yi turned around and buried his face in his waist, hugged Wen Huoran tightly with both hands, and whispered softly: "Your Majesty is ignoring me, I toss and turn and can't sleep."
Wen Huoran's breathing hitched, and all the pent-up resentment gradually turned into guilt. He took a deep breath and said calmly, "I'm not angry."
Yan Yi raised his head from his arms, "Really? Then you ignored me before going to bed, and I touched your face. Your body is so sensitive, how could you not feel my touch?"
"I'm just sad."
Yan Yi opened his mouth but couldn't say anything for a long time.
Because she felt guilty, she insisted on burning the used spices. Wen Huoran was so sad that he didn't want to talk to her.
"Don't be sad." Yan Yi choked up and said, "It was my inconsiderateness that made His Majesty unhappy."
"Yan Yi, I never thought I was petty. Tonight, I saw you staying up late reading books because you were worried about me, and you didn't get angry because I ignored you. I finally realized that compared to you, I can be said to be petty."
"No!" Yan Yi said seriously, "Your Majesty cherishes the gift I gave you. I am so happy! How can I say that Your Majesty is petty? It was my negligence that made Your Majesty sad."
Wen Huoran stretched out his hand in front of her and said, "Give me the incense box."
Yan Yi blinked and asked knowingly, "Your Majesty, what kind of incense box is this?"
Wen Xuran bent his knuckles and gently touched the tip of her nose, saying angrily, "This is my precious incense box."
Yan Yi slowly let go of him, turned around and took the incense box filled with incense ash from the desk, but was not in a hurry to hand it to Wen Huoran.
"Your Majesty, we have reconciled, right?" She stared at him, her eyes sparkling and full of expectation.
Wen Huiran took the incense box from her hand and said sternly, "I'm not angry with you, so why would you talk about reconciliation?"
Hearing this, Yan Yi smiled and said to himself, "That means we have reconciled."
Then, in a negotiating tone, she said to him, "Your Majesty, sulking is harmful to your body and heart, and it will also hurt the relationship between us. You must not sulk in the future."
Wen Huoran didn't respond, but pointed to the thick books on witchcraft on the desk and asked, "Are you planning to learn witchcraft?"
Yan Yi smiled uncomfortably and said, "Just take a look."
"I'm fine." Wen Huoran walked over to the seat opposite her and sat down, saying seriously, "Don't worry too much."
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid."
"What are you afraid of?" Wen Huoran gently held her hand and stroked it soothingly.
"I don't know." Yan Yi shook his head. "I don't know when the new essence will be born. I don't know if Your Majesty can withstand the demands of the essence, and I don't know if Your Majesty's body can recover as before."
"Don't be afraid." Wen Huiran said affirmatively, "Trust me. I know everything you're worried about."
In order not to make him worry, Yan Yi did not become hysterical and sad, so he suppressed his concerns and secretly planned his next step.
The next day, she got up early.
When I was about to leave, Wen Huoran was still asleep.
Yan Yi did not wake him up, and asked Ling You to arrange a carriage to take her to the camp where the old witch doctor was treating the guards of the Demon Realm.
This was Yan Yi's first time to personally witness the old witch doctor's healing. His method was completely different from the way doctors perform surgery in the real world. The guard, whose demonic energy had been sucked away by the evil cultivator, was emaciated and looked like a burnt mummy.
Yan Yi was shocked and confused. Although Wen Huoran was also being sucked in by the evil spirit, his body became transparent.
The healing work that I was not familiar with just came to an end, so I patiently explained it to her -
The evil cultivator's goal was to absorb all the essence in Wen Huoran's body, but the essence in Wen Huoran's body had no intention of killing him.
After hearing this, Yan Yi's heart could not calm down for a long time. After much thought, he was still worried, so he asked the old witch doctor to find a way to ensure the safety of Wen Huoran and the child.
"The best way is to extract the mature essence from His Majesty's body in advance." Bu Shu said earnestly, "His Majesty knows what's going on, and we must respect his choice. Xiaoyi, don't make decisions on your own, or you'll betray His Majesty's trust in you."
The word "trust" is like a thorn in the heart, which cannot be underestimated or ignored.
The trust between her and Wen Huoran was entirely maintained by Wen Huoran. Yan Yi was quite self-aware and felt that there was no trust at all.
Faced with the current situation, she could do nothing.
After bidding farewell to the old witch doctor, Yan Yi walked back in a daze. As soon as he stepped into the bedroom, he met Wen Huoran's anxious gaze.
"Where have you been?" His eyes lit up, full of concern and joy.
Yan Yi did not hide anything and took the initiative to open his heart to him for the first time——
"I'm worried about your health, so I went to ask Master about the healing magic."
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