Chapter 56 Jinjiang Exclusive Authorization First Release 36 Damn System, You...
The next day, at dawn, the sound of birds singing outside the window gradually rose.
Yan Yi was still asleep when Wen Xuran rudely shook her awake. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, her tone still a little tired, "Your Majesty, what happened?"
Wen Huoran looked displeased. He lifted the quilt and pushed her out, motioning her to get off the bed. "Go wash the mattress that got wet last night."
"Your Majesty, it's just dawn and the roosters haven't crowed yet!" Yan Yi yawned, turned over and snuggled into his arms, holding the other's thin waist tightly with both hands.
She nuzzled her cheek against his firm, full chest and breathed a sigh of satisfaction, "Let me hold you for a while longer."
Wen Huoran remained unmoved and reached out to grab her wrist, "You won't go back on your promise to me."
"Let me sleep a little longer," Yan Yi said lazily, his voice hoarse from just waking up. "I was up so late last night, I'm almost dead tired."
Wen Huoran was speechless for a moment. It was clearly him who had been tossed around endlessly for half the night and was in a daze, but the person in his arms was confusing right and wrong and blaming him.
Thinking about how Yan Yi bullied him to the point of urinary incontinence last night, Wen Huoran's ears turned red as if blood was about to drip out, and the shame and anger in his heart became more and more intense.
He suddenly took away Yan Yi's hand from his waist and his attitude became tougher. "Get down now! Otherwise, you will not be allowed to sleep on the same bed with me tonight."
Yan Yi slowly opened his eyes and reluctantly sat up, "Your Majesty, are you serious?"
Wen Huiran sneered, turned around and lay flat on the couch, "I never tell lies."
Yan Yi curled his lips: You are not a monk, why are you lying!
Then she leaned forward, knelt on his lap, and skillfully lifted up his thin pajamas with her fingertips. "Can your Majesty sleep peacefully without me sleeping beside you? You won't be used to it without me by your side!"
Wen Huoran had not yet recovered from the afterglow of last night, and at the moment he had no intention of responding to Yan Yi's vigorous energy, so he hurriedly grabbed her dishonest hand.
"No fooling around."
Yan Yi didn't comment, but leaned over and gently bit the tip of his red ear. His soft tongue swept across the earlobe, all the way down, lingering between his wet and slippery lips and teeth.
The warm and moist breath hit Wen Huoran's neck, and he couldn't help but shudder. He lay limply and powerlessly under Yan Yi, and instantly lost the consciousness to resist.
Yan Yi couldn't help laughing, then he stood up from the couch and called out in a cheerful tone, "Your Majesty, I'm going to wash the bedding you wet!"
After saying that, he bent down, picked up a wrinkled and messy mattress from the ground, and walked out quickly.
She deliberately emphasized the word "wet" to remind him what happened last night. Wen Huoran was so angry that he gritted his teeth and immediately got up to wash and change his clothes.
When Bu Yingyue and her brother arrived, they saw Yan Yi squatting on the ground, scrubbing a quilt diligently.
The twins looked at each other in surprise.
"Xiaoyi, are you washing the bedding?" Bu Yingyue's eyes widened, her mouth slightly open. "Why don't you send it to the laundry room?"
Yan Yi subconsciously glanced at Wen Huoran, and met his warning gaze. She silently withdrew her gaze and said with a guilty conscience, "I'm used to doing everything myself when it comes to underwear."
Bu Yingyue couldn't help but sigh, "Xiao Yi, you're so hardworking!" After that, she winked at Yan Yi in a slightly exaggerated way, but she said to Wen Huiran, "Your Majesty, meeting you is truly a blessing that has been cultivated for many lifetimes."
Wen Huoran's ears felt hot, but he couldn't tell anyone about it. It was the trace left by the passionate love affair, so he could only swallow his bitterness and suffer in silence.
"Yingyue, do you have something to ask me so early in the morning?" Yan Yi asked without turning his head while wringing out the clean quilt.
Bu Yingyue quickly walked up to her and squatted down, mysteriously signaling Bu Yingxue to take out the small bag in her arms.
"Xiaoyi, look!"
Yan Yi threw the wrung-out quilt into a clean basin, raised his eyes to look at Bu Yingxue, and couldn't help but be speechless, "Children's clothes?"
Bu Yingyue stood up excitedly, took the small bag from her brother, opened the items inside one by one and showed them to Yan Yi.
"And there are toys! I bought them all at the market the day before yesterday. What do you think? Aren't they cute?"
Yan Yi nodded in agreement. He had to admit that children's things were indeed rare, especially little girls' clothes, which were no worse in style and quality than those in the real world.
"Why did you think of buying these?"
Bu Yingyue raised her chin slightly and cast a meaningful look at Wen Huoran, "Your Majesty is pregnant. We are looking forward to the birth of the baby and have specially prepared gifts to welcome her into this world."
Yan Yi's eyes felt slightly hot, and he couldn't help but feel moved. "Yingyue, thank you."
Bu Yingyue waved her hand, turned around and walked towards the desk, handing the small bundle in her arms to Wen Huoran, "Your Majesty, please keep it! It's a token of our gratitude from Yingxue and me."
Wen Huoran was in mixed mood.
Yan Yi felt very uncomfortable when he was caught washing the bedding that he had wet by himself, even though the other party was unaware of it.
"Thank you." He took it and placed the small bundle on the desk. As if to avoid embarrassment, he made small talk: "Do you and your sister need anything else?"
Bu Yingyue looked around and asked curiously, "Why isn't Xiaoli here? I haven't seen her in a long time!"
Yan Yi had already hung the washed mattress out to dry and returned to the house carrying the empty basin. Hearing this, he explained, "Xiao Li is about to transform. She's hiding from everyone, and even I can't catch her."
Bu Yingyue seemed to be lost in thought. "The stage when the demon race transforms into human form is a special period. It would be better to give her some private space."
"Yingyue, how is Master's wife these days?"
Bu Yingyue smiled widely, "Mom's body has recovered. My father is indeed a great doctor. He took out all the spiritual weapons in Mom's body."
Yan Yi was very relieved. Meng Sui'an had been ill for more than half a month, and finally his suffering was over.
As they were talking, Ling Youtong's voice came from outside the hall -
"Your Majesty, there is a letter from Master Su."
Yan Yi immediately became alert.
Seeing Yan Yi's strange expression, Bu Yingyue tactfully took her brother and said goodbye.
Yan Yi's fingertips trembled slightly. After he unfolded the letter and read it word by word, his expression turned unhappy.
Ever since Xiaoli and Su Can formed a bond last time, Wen Huoran no longer regarded the male protagonist of the original book as a thorn in his side. When he was in a good mood, he was even willing to follow Yan Yi and call the other party "cousin".
"What did your cousin say?" After saying that, he gestured for Yan Yi to sit on the chair opposite him.
"My father was overjoyed to learn that I had found a good son-in-law. He insisted on visiting me to inspect my future son-in-law!"
Seeing her bewildered look, Wen Huiran frowned slightly, "You don't want me to see him?"
"That's not right." Yan Yi panicked. "My father is a suspicious person by nature, and he's always trying to get to the bottom of things. If he meets Your Majesty, I'll never be able to clear myself of this even if I jump into the Yellow River."
Those were Canary's biological parents in the original book. If she accidentally revealed her true identity and the other party discovered that she was a fake, she would be in big trouble.
"Yan Yi," Wen Huiran's expression gradually darkened, his scrutinizing gaze falling on her face, "You are hiding something from me."
Hearing his confident tone, Yan Yi's inner uneasiness grew more and more, and he racked his brains to try to get away with it.
"The marriage that my father arranged for me has not yet been cancelled. I am worried that my father will vent his anger on Your Majesty."
"You haven't broken off the engagement yet?" Wen Huoran was furious. He stood up suddenly, almost choking out his breath. "The marriage your family arranged for you is still going on, but you're telling me—"
After a long pause, he sat back down at his desk dejectedly and said through gritted teeth, "You actually have a child with me."
"Your Majesty, that's not the case." Yan Yi quickly explained, "I have never approved of this marriage. Your Majesty is the first and only man I have ever been intimate with. You are the only one in my heart, and no one else counts."
As she spoke, she stood up and walked to Wen Huoran, holding his hand tightly.
"The marriage arranged by my family was my father's idea. I couldn't resist, so I had to run away. But the matter has not been resolved yet. I dare not let my father meet with the Lord. I don't want the Lord to be wronged because of me."
Wen Huoran suddenly withdrew his hand, his entire body seemingly exhausted. He leaned back in his chair, muttering to himself, "At this point, I can no longer tell the truth from the lies in your words."
Yan Yi once again felt the power of the crisis of trust, and explained with a stiff upper lip: "Your Majesty, you have to believe me, I have never seen the man my father is looking for. Your Majesty is the only one in my heart and eyes. After spending all these days together, can't Your Majesty see it? Can't Your Majesty feel the little things that happen in our daily lives?"
"No need to say more." Wen Huoran probably guessed what she was going to say, and quickly stopped her from continuing.
"Write to your cousin, saying that I'm not feeling well and won't be seeing anyone in the near future. Once I'm well again, I'll send someone to pick you up."
Yan Yi blinked, as if he couldn't believe his ears, "Your Majesty, do you agree?"
"You mortals often say, 'A forced melon is not sweet.' If you are unwilling, how could I bear to force you?"
As if the tip of his heart was pierced by a sharp thorn, Yan Yi suddenly threw himself into Wen Huoran's arms, choking with sobs, "Your Majesty, it's not that I don't want you to meet my parents. It's just that the time is not right, and I don't know how to explain to them that Your Majesty is pregnant. It's my fault that I can't handle this responsibility, and I've wronged Your Majesty."
Wen Huoran subconsciously hugged the person in his arms tightly and sighed helplessly, "If you treat me sincerely, I will not feel wronged."
The next morning, when Yan Yi was getting dressed, he caught a glimpse of Wen Huoran taking out a scented sachet from a rosewood box. He couldn't help but ask anxiously, "Your Majesty, why did you take out the scented sachet again?"
Wen Huoran slowly hung the sachet in his hand around his waist and said, "My allergic reaction has healed."
Yan Yi was skeptical and hurried over to take off the sachet he had just put on. "Your Majesty, it's better to be cautious. If the allergic reaction doesn't heal, but relapses and worsens, it will not be worth it."
"Don't worry." Wen Huoran insisted, "I asked the old witch doctor, and he said there's nothing serious."
Yan Yi hesitated a bit, but it was inconvenient to ask too much, so he handed the sachet back to him, and reminded him: "If you feel shortness of breath, please tell me immediately."
Wen Huiran raised his eyebrows slightly, "Yan Yi, why are you so nervous? I'm just pregnant, not fragile. What can a mere spice do to me?"
Yan Yi curled his lips, "Your Majesty, have you forgotten? You told me earlier that you had breathing problems and needed to stay away from all kinds of spices. So I washed all my clothes and even stopped using my favorite incense."
Wen Huoran took her into his arms and said softly, "Make some more incense."
Yan Yi didn't understand what he meant, and raised his head from his arms, "Your Majesty, do you need some calming incense?"
"You use the incense yourself." Wen Huoran bent down and kissed her lips. "I really like the scent of you."
Yan Yi buried his face in his chest, rubbed it hard, and said in a muffled voice: "Your Majesty, in broad daylight, you took the initiative to tease me. What is your ulterior motive?"
Wen Huoran was speechless for a moment. The person in his arms looked weak and gentle, but she didn't know how to avoid any taboos when talking to him in private.
"Your mind is always wandering and you have nothing to do?"
Yan Yi skillfully lifted up Wen Huoran's front which had been messed up by her, took the opportunity to kiss him, and said vaguely: "Being intimate with your Lordship is the most serious thing."
The kiss came too suddenly and too forcefully. Wen Xuran groaned in pain and couldn't help but ask angrily, "Yan Yi, are you planning to destroy me?"
Yan Yi lowered his head and continued to get close to him. After a long time, he raised his head reluctantly and said, "I can't bear to part with it. I'll need it in the future!"
Looking at her rosy lips, Wen Huiran's breathing became disordered, but he couldn't bear to blame her for being too harsh.
"Your Majesty, you like me to use more than a little force, don't you?"
Slender fingers moved along the open collar, gently caressing the places she had touched, and his firm and full chest rose and fell violently. Wen Huoran raised his head slightly, letting Yan Yi do whatever she wanted to him, without the slightest thought of pushing her away.
Yan Yi suddenly pinched the rose petals on the man's nightgown, "Your Majesty is clearly enjoying it, but he pretends to blame me for being indecent."
"Be gentler!" Wen Huoran was hurt by her and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed Yan Yi's hand and pulled it away from him.
The attack was suddenly interrupted, but Yan Yi was still not satisfied. He gently traced the shape of Wen Huoran's lips with his fingertips and squeezed into the wet gap between her teeth with ease.
"Your Majesty, do you still remember the first time I did this to you?"
Wen Huiran gently bit one of her fingers and said, "How audacious."
With a little force on his fingertips, he pressed down the slippery tip of his tongue, and Yan Yi said truthfully: "I was seduced by beauty, and lust makes me bold."
"Weren't you afraid?"
"Afraid!" Yan Yi did not hide it, and then he carefully savored the taste of Wen Huoran in his memory.
"But I was more excited. The dignified Demon Lord looked so bewildered when I accidentally touched his tongue with my fingertips. I couldn't suppress my curiosity any longer and wanted to test His Majesty's reaction if I went a little further."
Wen Huiran bit her finger hard, as if to express his dissatisfaction, "You are so shameless."
His bite didn't hurt, but a fine, dense tingling sensation spread through his fingertips. Yan Yi couldn't help but chuckle, "Who would have thought that Your Majesty, who was so innocent, just touched my tongue, but responded so well, touching my knee!"
As she spoke, she suddenly attacked, moving her fingers forcefully into his wet mouth. Wen Huoran had not anticipated this and immediately began to choke and cough, retching several times.
Without giving him time to recover, Yan Yi wrapped his arms around Wen Huoran's neck, suppressing all his dissatisfaction in his throat.
Wen Huoran's face turned red and his eyes were wet, which made him look particularly adorable.
Time passed by unknowingly, and the only sounds in the bedroom were the ambiguous sound of water splashing when the two kissed, and the occasional moan from Wen Huoran's throat.
His arms gradually became sore, and Yan Yi finally let go of him and shook his arms vigorously, "Your Majesty, this posture is not advisable. It's tiring me."
Wen Huoran was nearly choked to death by his own saliva. Some people hugged him and kissed him passionately, almost suffocating him to death, but afterwards they shamelessly said that the posture was not good for her.
"Do I have a choice?" He raised his hand and gently wiped the saliva from the corner of his lips, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction. "When have I not cooperated with you? No matter how strange and bizarre the postures you requested, have I ever said no?"
Yan Yi reached out to hold onto the desk, sat down on the chair, and smiled. "Your Majesty is willing to cooperate with me. Isn't it because the posture I request will make Your Majesty more comfortable and happy?"
Wen Huoran was speechless for a moment.
What Yan Yi said was absolutely right. He really enjoyed the freshness and excitement that Yan Yi brought him in love.
"Your Majesty, why do you like the scent of me?" she suddenly asked maliciously.
Wen Huoran was breathing heavily and did not respond.
"If Your Majesty doesn't tell me, I don't need to prepare the incense." Yan Yi stared at him with a look of loss on his face.
"I can clearly feel your presence."
His voice was low and hoarse after lovemaking, and it entered Yan Yi's ears like a spell.
"Your Excellency said so, but is it because I haven't been devoted enough and haven't been able to make Your Excellency feel my presence deeply?"
Hearing her speak so bluntly, Wen Huoran felt a surge of heat in his ears, as if ten thousand ants were crawling all over his body. He subconsciously pulled at the front of his lapel, which he had just put on, and found the following words somewhat difficult to swallow.
Yan Yi didn't give him much time to think. He stood up and walked up to him, then sniffed gently at the side of his neck.
"Your Majesty, you are emitting the scent I left behind. Isn't that real enough?"
The tip of her tongue brushed across his neck, and his entire body felt like it was electrified, starting from his neck and spreading downwards.
Wen Huiran's throat was extremely dry. "Yan Yi, you're always good at teasing me. You know every sensitive spot on my body, but you can't figure out why I like the smell of you?"
"Psychological needs." Yan Yi laughed happily. "Your Majesty, you have high demands. You not only pursue physical pleasure, but also psychological needs. Shouldn't I charge a service fee?"
Wen Huoran remained silent. He knew very well that he could not continue to argue with Yan Yi about this matter, otherwise there would be another incident.
He had something important to do today and couldn't hang out with Yan Yi, so he turned and headed towards the bathhouse, saying as he walked, "Mix some incense, and I will grant you whatever you ask."
Yan Yi seemed to have received an invitation and followed Wen Huoran to the bathhouse.
In a moment, one unbearable groan after another came from the direction of the bathhouse. The guards hiding outside the bedroom seemed to be collectively deaf and looked up at the sky.
After taking a bath, Wen Huoran changed into clean clothes, finally escaped from Yan Yi's clutches, and walked out slowly.
Ling You was waiting outside the hall. When he saw him step out of the bedroom, he didn't know where to look for a moment.
After watching Wen Huoran's figure disappear outside the bedroom, Yan Yi began to rummage through the drawers and cabinets, collecting all the utensils used to mix spices, as well as used spices and incense boxes, intending to burn them all to avoid future troubles.
Her intuition told her that Wen Huoran, or the old witch doctor, had doubts about the use of the calming incense.
Otherwise, why would Wen Huoran suddenly say he was allergic to spices? He must have noticed that the spices he was using were very different from before, and he was worried.
Yan Yi had just finished packing and was walking out carrying a bag of used incense boxes and spices. When he reached the door of the bedroom, he happened to run into Wen Huoran and the old witch doctor walking towards him.
Bu Shu came to check Wen Xuran's pulse as usual. Seeing this, he greeted Yan Yi and asked, "Xiao Yi, are you going on a long journey?"
"Master, I'll take these useless things and throw them away." Yan Yi forced himself to calm down, smiled, and looked at Wen Huoran and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to go out for."
Wen Huoran reached out his hand, wanting to help her carry the sack, but Yan Yi dodged and said, "Your Majesty, the sack isn't heavy. Go ahead and do your work with the Master. I'll be back soon."
"Be careful." Wen Huoran warned worriedly.
Yan Yi waved to the two of them, turned around and ran very fast. When he stepped out of the bedroom door, he almost fell out of the hall.
After destroying the evidence, Yan Yi felt guilty and didn't dare to go back to face the two people in the bedroom. She didn't walk back until the sun was about to set.
As soon as he arrived at the door of the bedroom, he ran into Bu Shu walking out with a medicine box, whispering something to Wen Huoran as he walked.
Yan Yi walked closer and vaguely heard the other party mention healing the Demon Realm guards.
"Several guards were severely injured, and the pain during treatment was unbearable. They needed anesthesia to continue healing. Otherwise, they would have died from the pain of treatment before their injuries."
Yan Yi waited outside the hall. When the two approached, he asked, "Master, are you worried about the anesthetic?"
She had heard Ling You mention to her privately that many guards had been injured by the evil cultivators, anesthetics were in short supply in the mansion, and the newly purchased drugs had not been delivered in time.
Hearing the old witch doctor mention this again, Yan Yi suddenly remembered the anesthesia method that was mentioned briefly in the original book - the drug was powerful and effective quickly. It was fatal to ordinary mortals, but it was suitable for use by demons.
The old witch doctor looked solemn, "That's exactly what happened. Did Xiao Yi hear about it as well?"
Yan Yi nodded in response, "I've heard Brother Lingyou mention this before. I think I once read about an ancient recipe for making anesthetic drugs in an ancient book. I wonder if it would be useful against the demons."
Bu Shu knew her quite well. He knew that she had read many medical books and was quite knowledgeable, so he asked her to speak.
Yan Yi told Bu Shu the method mentioned in the original book truthfully, and added at the end: "Master, this method can quickly paralyze the mind and make people's muscles and bones weak."
Bu Shu pondered for a while, looking a little surprised. The method Yan Yi mentioned was something Bu Shu had never heard of before, but he was well-read and had rich practical experience. After hearing what Yan Yi said, he immediately realized that this method was feasible.
"Although this method is good, it is extremely difficult to prepare. It requires a lot of manpower and material resources. I am worried that the seriously injured guards cannot wait."
Yan Yi: "Master, I have production experience and can help."
Hearing this, Bu Shu looked at her meaningfully, a flicker of doubt in his eyes, but he didn't say it out loud. He said, "If Your Majesty is willing to leave you in the healing camp to help, I would be more than happy to do so."
Yan Yi saw Bu Shu's hesitation and her heart was about to jump out of her throat. She was so proud of herself that she let the cat out of the bag.
It was too late to undo what had been done. She couldn't explain herself at the moment, so she turned around and looked at Wen Huoran, "Your Majesty, do you agree that I should go and help?"
Wen Huiran nodded slightly and accepted it happily, "Just follow your master's instructions in everything and be careful."
Yan Yi was upset and agreed without showing it, then turned and walked into the bedroom.
"System, are you there?" Yan Yi sat dejectedly at the desk, calling the system in vain in his mind.
As if to deliberately make things difficult for her, the system was still not online.
"What a crappy system, it's a scam!" Yan Yi muttered to himself, cursing the system's eight generations of ancestors, but it was of no use.
When Wen Huoran finished his work and returned to the bedroom, he happened to see her holding her head tightly with both hands, rubbing her messy long hair hard, and muttering some incomprehensible words like chanting scriptures.
"What's wrong?"
Perhaps she was too nervous and hallucinating, or perhaps she was too eager for the system to go online, so she mistook Wen Huoran's concerned voice for a response from the system and blurted out, "Damn system, you're finally online!"
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