Chapter 54 Jinjiang exclusive authorization first release 34 Eat clean...
"What did the old witch doctor say?" Wen Huoran asked.
Yan Yi truthfully told him the method mentioned by the old witch doctor and the possible consequences.
Unexpectedly, Wen Huiran's face suddenly darkened, and he said sternly, "There's no need to mention this matter again."
Yan Yi stared at him, his eyes full of confusion, "Your Majesty, why can't you bring it up?"
Wen Huoran sat at his desk, his expression growing increasingly gloomy. "You're trying to extract my newly born essence from my body prematurely? You're quite the daredevil."
Yan Yi assumed he didn't understand the underlying situation, so he patiently explained, "The old witch doctor has a way to ensure the safety of both you and the child. There's no need to worry about their safety."
Wen Huoran waved his hand, firmly disagreeing, "That's inappropriate."
The villain was determined, and Yan Yi became a little anxious. He sat down on the chair opposite Wen Huoran with a frown on his face.
"Why not? Your Majesty, what exactly are you worried about? Can you tell me? If we encounter any problems, we can find a way to solve them together. If you keep it to yourself, I can only worry."
Wen Huoran said, "I am not an ordinary mortal. Conceiving a child is vastly different from mortal pregnancy. They cannot be compared."
"Furthermore, this is my first pregnancy, and I don't know when the essence will mature. Removing it hastily could endanger her life or affect her normal development."
Hearing this, Yan Yi felt relieved and said softly, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. Master has a way to identify the form of Yuan Jing in the body and will remove it safely when the time is right."
"I disagree."
Yan Yi opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to persuade him. He could only patiently deal with him, "Your Majesty, why don't you agree? Can you tell me?"
"I'm fine, there's no need to take the risk of removing the baby early."
Yan Yi walked up to him and gently held his right hand, which had become transparent, his eyes full of worry. "But I'm worried about you!"
She stroked Wen Huoran's fingers soothingly, her movements gentle and careful, as if afraid of hurting him.
"It's only been five days since your arm became like this. If you don't control it, within a month—"
Yan Yi suddenly choked up, and the rest of the words seemed extremely difficult to say. After a long while, she continued, "If anything were to happen to Your Majesty, I can't even imagine what I would do."
Wen Huoran said, "Why worry about nothing and cause yourself trouble? I know what will happen. When the time is right and the child is born smoothly, my body will recover as before."
The villain refused to budge, but Yan Yi persisted, saying, "Your Majesty once told me that after giving birth, your body will be reshaped. What if the demonic energy in Your Majesty's body isn't enough to last until that day?"
Wen Huiran held her hand in return, his expression slightly relaxed, and he patiently explained, "Yan Yi, I am not an ordinary demon. I will not be harmed by the dissipation of my essence."
Yan Yi pointed at his arm and said worriedly, "Your Majesty, how can I be at ease with you like this?"
"It just looks scary." Wen Huoran pulled her into his arms and asked, "You saw the old witch doctor treating the injured guards with your own eyes. Did you notice any difference between me and them?"
Yan Yi didn't understand what he meant, so he told the truth: "The guards whose demonic energy was sucked away by the evil cultivators had their bodies turned charcoal-like and gradually dried up. Your Excellency's body, however, was transparent and showed no signs of drying up."
After that, she added, "Master said that it's because the essence in Your Majesty's body has no intention of killing You, which is why the different symptoms are occurring."
Hearing her get to the point, Wen Xuran let out a long sigh, "If that's the case, why bother taking out the essence from this lord's body in advance?"
Why did you go back?
"That's not true." Yan Yi said anxiously, "Your Majesty, the newly born essence is getting stronger day by day. The more energy it needs to absorb, the heavier the burden on your body will be. What will happen then, none of us knows."
"Why not take her out in advance and bring her to meet us when her essence is mature?"
Wen Huoran subconsciously touched his waist and abdomen. His essence had gathered in his abdomen after falling asleep, and it had not been active very often in recent days.
"The old witch doctor has only helped ordinary pregnant women to conceive. The essence conceived in my body is different from that of others. The old witch doctor has only read about it in books and has never personally practiced it."
After a moment's silence, he continued, "I am worried."
Yan Yi's eyes gradually became moist and red, and her vision blurred. In the final analysis, the villain was worried about hurting the fetus in her belly.
"Why are you crying?" Wen Huoran was stunned when he saw her secretly wiping her tears with her sleeves.
Yan Yi sat dejectedly on the chair, suddenly feeling discouraged, "I'm so useless."
"Come here." Wen Huiran patted his thigh lightly, motioning Yan Yi to sit on his lap. "Why do you say you're useless?"
Yan Yi stood still, looking up at him, his moist eyes filled with tears, making him look particularly pitiful.
"I'm worried about your safety, but there's nothing I can do. I can only worry."
A warm current surged through his body. Wen Huoran's expression froze for a moment and he didn't speak for a long time.
"Your Majesty, am I useless?" Yan Yi blinked, tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto the edge of the table in front of him.
"No." Wen Huiran suddenly stood up, pulled Yan Yi over, and hugged him tightly. "It's just that I'm too stubborn."
Unexpectedly, because he had too many concerns and strongly resisted taking the baby out of his body early, Yan Yi cried in anxiety.
"It's not your problem. It's me who doesn't appreciate it."
Yan Yi buried his face in his chest, rubbed it hard, and blurted out: "Your Majesty, you don't look like a villain at all."
Because she had just cried, her voice was nasal and muffled, and Wen Huoran couldn't clearly understand the meaning of her words.
"Not like what?"
Yan Yi wiped away his tears and couldn't help laughing softly, "Not like the Demon Lord."
Wen Huoran was confused and intrigued by her words. "Why do you say that?"
Yan Yi raised his head from her arms, staring at Wen Huoran with burning eyes, and said half-concealedly: "The Demon Lord in the storybook can kill everyone and destroy the world. It's not as good as your Majesty - kind and loving."
Hearing the teasing in her words, Wen Xuran raised his eyebrows slightly, "You want me to become a killer?"
This train of thought!
"No, no, no!" Yan Yi denied repeatedly. She had finally reached the end of the mission, and she didn't want her efforts to go to waste just because the mission target suddenly turned evil.
"I like the Demon Lord who is gentle, virtuous, considerate, and willing to stay home and take care of the children. Your Majesty, that's exactly what I want."
Wen Huoran didn't quite understand the second half of the sentence, but suddenly remembered what Yan Yi once said: men who can't cook are unloved and despised in her hometown.
"Yeah?"
His tone was a little lost, and Yan Yi asked curiously: "Your Majesty, what are you thinking about?"
Wen Huiran murmured, "She's capable of both the living room and the kitchen."
Unable to hold back, she burst out laughing, "Your Majesty, you still remember this!"
Wen Huoran lowered his eyes and looked at her, as if he had just come back to his senses from heavy thoughts.
"What?"
Yan Yi stretched out a finger and poked the spot on his chest, intentionally or unintentionally tracing the undulating shape, and said word by word: "She is good at both the living room and the kitchen."
Wen Huoran: "I pride myself on being a good hostess, but I still need more practice in the kitchen."
Seeing his serious look, Yan Yi suppressed his laughter and asked seriously, "Your Majesty, why do you always care about this?"
"I remember that people in your hometown particularly value such virtues."
Yan Yi nodded repeatedly in agreement, "A must-have for a good man."
After saying this, she suddenly realized why the villain cared about this matter, it was just because of a random lie she had made up to evade him in the past.
"Your Majesty, you are fine." The guilt in my heart came suddenly and showed signs of spreading.
Wen Huoran held the person in his arms tightly for a long time before he said earnestly, "There's no rush for the child's affairs."
Yan Yi was still immersed in his own messy thoughts and had not expected that he would suddenly turn the topic back to the starting point.
"Your Majesty, you already have a plan in mind, right?"
"There's no rush for this." Wen Huiran rested his chin on the top of her head, stroking her slender back from time to time. "When the time is right, there's still time to make a decision."
"Okay." Hearing him say this, Yan Yi suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, as if a stone in his heart had fallen to the ground.
"Don't you like children?" Wen Huoran suddenly asked.
Yan Yi raised his head in confusion, "Your Majesty, why do you say that?"
Wen Huoran stared at the familiar face in front of him, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
Yan Yi couldn't help but urge, "Your Majesty, if you have something to say, just say it directly. Don't keep it in your heart."
Just as the words fell, Ling Youtong's voice rang out from outside the hall.
Bu Yingyue and her brother have arrived.
"Your Majesty!" Bu Yingyue rushed into the hall, so anxious that she even forgot about etiquette. "We met at Fuyu Mountain—"
Before she could finish her words, her expression gradually changed from solemn to complicated and difficult to read, and her eyes glanced at Wen Huoran without any hesitation.
"Strange," she drawled.
Yan Yi gathered his thoughts, pulled her aside and asked, "Yingyue, what's strange?"
Bu Yingyue and her brother looked at each other and understood each other.
"Your Majesty, my sister and I went to Fuyu Mountain to hunt demons, and we discovered that the mountain was filled with demonic energy, which was truly bizarre."
Wen Huoran bent his knuckles and gently tapped the edge of the table. "Fuyu Mountain is a place of beautiful natural beauty. The gathering of demonic energy there is nothing unusual. How can it be considered strange?"
Bu Yingxue: "Pink."
"It has a light strawberry scent," Bu Yingyue added.
Ordinary people can only see the demonic energy lingering like clouds and mist, but cannot smell its scent, except for cultivators with high cultivation or demons with profound magical powers.
Furthermore, the demons have always controlled the smell of their demonic energy very well and rarely let others smell it.
There is indeed something strange about this matter.
As an ordinary mortal, Yan Yi didn't understand the root of the problem and asked curiously, "What does your demonic energy smell like?"
Bu Yingyue grabbed her arm and pulled it back, winking at her, "It's not important."
Yan Yi was confused. "What's important?"
Bu Yingxue coughed twice, glanced at Wen Huoran cautiously, then turned around and said nothing.
"What's going on?" Yan Yi was getting more and more confused. "Yingyue, tell me!"
Bu Yingyue raised her chin slightly, pointed in the direction of Wen Huiran, and said meaningfully, "The demonic energy emanating from Your Excellency has a strong strawberry scent. Moreover, the demonic energy in this bedroom is almost bubbling pink."
Yan Yi looked around and didn't see the so-called pink bubbles. He sniffed hard and still couldn't smell any strawberry scent.
"No!" She rubbed her eyes hard, thinking that she had overworked and her eyesight was not good.
Bu Yingyue laughed mysteriously, "Mortal, you can't see or smell it!"
The twins were playing riddles in front of her, successfully arousing her curiosity. Yan Yi was so anxious that he was scratching his head, "Yingyue, stop keeping me in suspense!"
Wen Huoran couldn't bear to watch any longer, and finally said, "The demonic energy you saw was emitted from the newly born essence in my body."
"Oh——" Bu Yingyue widened her beautiful eyes, with an exaggerated expression as if she had discovered a new world.
"Xiao Yi, I didn't realize you had such a skill!"
She reached out and poked Yan Yi's arm, trying to wink at her, and said in a low voice: "How did you do it? Tell me."
Yan Yi was speechless for a moment. How could she explain this to the villain? Matters of the bed were only suitable for exploration behind closed doors, not to be shared with outsiders.
"That's it!" she stammered.
Bu Yingyue's strong desire for gossip was not satisfied, and the disappointment in her eyes was about to overflow. She did not give up, and grabbed Yan Yi's sleeve and was about to hide aside to continue gossiping.
Wen Huoran had no intention of listening to their whispers, so he gave them a few instructions and sent them away.
After watching the twins leave the bedroom, Yan Yi turned around and stared at Wen Huoran, "Your Majesty, what exactly is going on? I don't quite understand."
Wen Huoran pulled her to sit down next to the desk and told her in detail the reason why the pink strawberry-scented evil spirit appeared on Fu Yu Mountain.
Yan Yi opened his mouth slightly and it took him a long time to recover.
The newly generated essence was too powerful, and the demonic energy leaked out uncontrollably, which allowed others to notice it.
The key is that it’s pink, strawberry-flavored, and looks like marshmallow!
She had only seen Wen Huoran's demonic aura, a pitch-black ball like billowing smoke, but had never smelled any fragrance on him other than the sachet.
"Your Majesty, what does your demonic energy smell like? Why have I never smelled it?"
Wen Huiran patiently explained, "Ordinary people can't smell it."
Okay!
Yan Yi curled her lips. It is important for people to know themselves. She was looked down upon again.
Before she could ask further questions, she heard Xu Ran say, "The newborn essence is growing much faster than I imagined."
Hearing this, Yan Yi's heart jumped into his throat. "Your Majesty, does this mean that Yuan Jing needs to absorb more demonic energy to maintain the energy needed for its own growth?"
From this, it can be seen that Wen Huoran's body transparency will become more and more serious.
"Yeah." Wen Huiran replied softly, and then comforted her, "Our child will be out to meet us soon."
Looking at the other person's slightly happy face, Yan Yi suddenly remembered what he had just asked him, so he said something without any context: "Your Majesty, it's not that I don't like children."
Perhaps it was because she insisted on persuading Wen Huoran to take the child out of her body in advance, which made him misunderstand and think that Yan Yi was heartless and didn't like children. This made him feel disappointed and didn't know how to ask her.
"Do you really like it?" Wen Huoran seemed a little unable to believe his ears.
Yan Yi nodded solemnly, his expression extremely serious. "I really like it. Your Majesty and my child, why should I not like it? It's just that I was too worried about Your Majesty's health, so I ignored the importance of the child."
Wen Huoran breathed a sigh of relief. Yan Yi mentioned to him that the old witch doctor had a way to extract the mature essence from the body in advance, and he began to worry.
She was worried that Yan Yi didn't like the noise of her young son, or didn't like having another child disturbing their world of two.
Thoughts like these took root and sprouted, growing and spreading in his heart, almost drowning his reason.
"Your Majesty, why do you think I don't like children?" Yan Yi asked cautiously, "Did I say something wrong and cause you to misunderstand?"
Wen Huoran raised his head from his messy thoughts and met a pair of clear and bright eyes. He suddenly felt relieved.
"No, I was just being overly suspicious."
Yan Yi was skeptical, believing that pregnant women were emotionally sensitive, and secretly resolved to take good care of her. He explained to himself, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. Even after the child is born, I will continue to treat Your Majesty the same as before—"
She leaned slightly closer to Wen Xuran and whispered in his ear, "I'm so fascinated and still want more."
The warm breath splashed on the fair and delicate neck, and the skin all over the body felt as if wrapped in boiling hot water, pleasant and comfortable.
Wen Huiran turned his head away from her and said angrily, "Not serious."
"Your Majesty likes it, doesn't he?"
Wen Huoran didn't respond, but he didn't deny it either, which was considered as his tacit agreement with her statement.
Faced with the villain's silence, Yan Yi became more and more aggressive, and his slender fingers moved down along his heaving chest, drawing circles rhythmically.
"Your Majesty, since the child can't hear you anyway, wouldn't it be nice if I could say some nice things to make you happy?"
His throat felt itchy and tight, and Wen Huoran's breathing paused slightly. He wanted to remove the restless hand from his chest, but his body was very honest and did not move at all. He let Yan Yi lift up the collar of his shirt that covered him tightly and stroke his shirt all the way down.
"Yan Yi," he said with difficulty, "The bedroom door is open, you are not allowed to be presumptuous."
Yan Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, subconsciously increased the strength of his hands, and spoke in a voice that seemed to be tempting, "Your Majesty, no one will come in."
His breathing was disrupted, and Wen Xuran tilted his head back slightly, revealing a clearly defined collarbone.
Yan Yi leaned forward slightly, knelt in front of him, and gently swept her tongue across the villain's fragile neck that was exposed to her without reservation.
Suddenly, he felt a gentle touch on his slender waist and abdomen, and Wen Xuran woke up instantly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm petting the child." Yan Yi said truthfully, "She hasn't been active lately and isn't close to me. I'm a little uncomfortable with this!"
Wen Huiran was breathing heavily, the discomfort in his body not having subsided. His voice was low and hoarse, "The essence is in a stage of rapid growth and needs time to recuperate. It's not that she doesn't want to be close to you."
"Your Majesty, I will still love you even if we have a child." Yan Yi gently bit his ear, which was red and about to bleed. The hand that was inserted into his clothes moved around like a snake, teasing Wen Huoran so much that he moaned several times.
"Your Majesty's body has a great attraction to me. I can't let it go. I am also very distressed."
Wen Huoran suddenly straightened his back, as if she had touched the most sensitive part of his body, but he bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from making any embarrassing sound.
After all, the door to the bedroom was wide open in broad daylight, and there was no telling how many guards were lurking in the dark outside the hall.
The dignified Demon Lord, who was majestic and adamant in front of people and kept his word, was pinned down by a mere mortal female doctor behind people's backs. She was teased so much that she couldn't tell the difference between day and night, her consciousness was blurred, and her moans were as loud as the chirping of larks in spring.
"Stop." He suddenly called out softly, then reached out and tightly pressed down Yan Yi's fingers that were teasing him.
It seemed like he had endured to the limit and was on the verge of collapse, but because his whole body was soft and weak, one hand was placed limply on Yan Yi's wrist, without any deterrent effect at all.
"Your Majesty, why do you want to stop?" Yan Yi leaned in front of him, and gently caressed his red, swollen, and broken lips with the tip of his nose. "Your Majesty clearly looks like he's enjoying it, but he's telling me to stop while saying one thing and thinking another. This really puts me in a difficult position!"
Wen Huoran's breathing was disordered, his mind was blank, the figure in front of him was shaking, his consciousness was blurred, his brain had lost the ability to think, and he was about to melt.
With his back resting on the edge of the table, the rosewood desk swayed with Yan Yi's unscrupulous movements, and seemed to be on the verge of falling apart.
The late summer breeze blew into the house through the slightly open window, blowing the messy rice paper on the desk, and making it fall to the ground with a "rustling" sound.
Suddenly, there was a burst of hurried footsteps outside the hall, accompanied by the sound of rice paper falling to the ground. It seemed particularly clear and exciting in the silent room.
Wen Huoran still had a trace of rationality left. The demons were born with sharp ears and eyes. He heard the movement outside the hall. He clenched his teeth hard to prevent himself from groaning when he reached the highest point.
"I told you to stop, but you didn't listen." Wen Huoran felt weak all over and leaned limply on Yan Yi's chest. He stumbled over and over again before a complete sentence came out of his throat.
Listening to his broken voice, Yan Yi felt quite happy. He held Wen Huoran's cheeks with both hands and kissed the corners of his rosy eyes.
"Your Excellency is enjoying it quite a bit. I really can't bear to stop midway and spoil your pleasure. What if your Excellency blames me for my poor service awareness? That would be a big loss!"
Wen Huiran let out a long sigh, finally regaining some of his rationality. "You are becoming more and more daring, teasing me and doing whatever you want."
"Because Your Majesty likes me, I am so unscrupulous." Yan Yi's face was not red, and his heart was not beating. He performed the shameless attitude of "I am doing this for your own good" to the fullest.
Wen Huoran was exhausted from the tossing and turning, and had no intention of dealing with her, so he put the person in his arms down on the ground, stood up holding the edge of the table, and went to take a shower.
Yan Yi hurriedly chased after him. Because there were guards waiting outside the hall to report the news, she was considerate enough not to continue to torment the villain in the bathhouse.
After taking a bath, Wen Xuran walked out with a light step and a body covered in water vapor.
Yan Yi walked beside him, tilting his head to look at him for a long moment, then stretched out a finger, gently brushing his lips with the tip of his finger, and kindly reminded him, "Your Majesty, your lips are scratched. If Ling You and the others saw this, would they laugh at you?"
Wen Huoran was speechless for a moment. He held her fingers and subconsciously put them in his mouth. His moist mouth wrapped around the slender white fingertips and licked them gently a few times. In the end, he couldn't bear to bite her hard.
"They are not like you. When they stare at me, they want to eat me alive."
"Your Majesty is wrong." Yan Yi smiled, "It's not about eating it alive, but eating it up completely."
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