Chapter 62 Jinjiang Exclusive Authorization Release 42 Congratulations to the Tasker for the Early Expedited...
Early that morning, just after the hour of Mao, Yan Yi walked towards the bedroom carrying a bowl of the tonic soup he had cooked himself.
In order to make this bowl of soup for Wen Huoran, she started preparing the ingredients at night and only slept in her clothes for more than two hours.
Looking at the steaming health-preserving soup in his hand, Yan Yi felt satisfied.
When she arrived at the door of the bedroom, she saw a familiar figure standing in the corridor from afar, and she hurried over to greet him.
"Master's wife, long time no see! Are you recovered?"
Meng Sui'an turned around and looked at her with a smile. "It's fine now." As he spoke, his eyes fell on the small tray in her hand. "Is this the soup you made?"
Yan Yi nodded and said proudly, "I personally made this tonic soup for His Majesty to nourish his body."
Meng Sui'an raised his eyebrows slightly and couldn't help laughing. "Xiao Yi, you should know that ordinary mortal soups are of little use to demons."
Yan Yi smiled sheepishly, "Your Excellency also said so. But—"
She visibly hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I'm just sitting around doing nothing. I'm feeling anxious, so I'm just killing time."
Meng Sui'an understood what was going on, and then naturally changed the subject, "I'm here to give Your Excellency a pregnancy-preserving elixir, which your master has just refined."
"Master's wife, let's go in together." As he said that, Yan Yi moved aside and let Meng Sui'an go first.
Meng Sui'an had no intention of entering the palace. He said slowly, "We'll go later. First, you can walk around the garden with me. The zinnias in the corridor are in full bloom."
Hearing this, Yan Yi intuitively felt that the other party had something important to tell her, so she happily agreed.
"Master's Wife, please wait for a moment. I'll ask Brother Lingyou to bring the health-preserving soup to His Majesty before it gets cold."
After saying that, she quickened her pace to the door of the bedroom, whispered a few words to Ling You, and then returned to Meng Suian.
Before he could speak, he heard Meng Sui'an teasing: "Xiao Yi, you really care about your Majesty."
Yan Yi's ears felt hot, and he felt a little embarrassed for a moment, "Master's wife is an experienced person, and you actually teased me with this."
Meng Sui'an smiled and then took out a white jade porcelain bottle from his bosom and handed it to her, "This is the magical medicine for pregnancy maintenance. One pill a day. Remember to tell Your Majesty to take it on time."
After Yan Yi accepted it, he quickly thanked him, "Thank you Master and Madam for your concern."
Meng Sui'an turned and went to the end of the corridor.
The zinnias planted on both sides of the road were in full bloom. Yan Yi followed her steps and felt that his mood was made much happier by the zinnias.
"Are you used to living here?" Meng Sui'an deliberately slowed down her pace and waited until Yan Yi walked side by side with her before continuing forward.
"Habit." Yan Yi didn't think much of it, thinking she was referring to the lifestyle between the demons and ordinary mortals, so he opened up and started chatting with her, "I've been adaptable since I was a child. I was separated from my parents when I was in my teens, so I'm quite used to it."
She was referring to the time she started living on campus in high school and was separated from her parents for most of the year.
"That's great." Meng Sui'an seemed to be a little emotional. "When I first came here, I was not used to it at all. The lifestyle is so different."
Yan Yi added casually, "No wonder Master's Wife returns to visit her family every year."
Meng Sui'an said "hmm", suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Yan Yi, "What about you, do you want to go home?"
Yan Yi took the opportunity to pull Meng Sui'an to sit on the bench beside the corridor and said truthfully: "I miss you, especially my family, my friends, and the wonderful life in my hometown."
Meng Sui'an glanced at her, thoughtful. After a long pause, she said pointedly, "After completing the mission, if you have no worries, go back if you want!"
Yan Yi suddenly stood up from the bench, almost hitting his head on the flower stand beside him, "Master-Master's wife, what did you say?"
Meng Sui'an was not surprised by her reaction. He gently patted the seat next to him and motioned her to sit down.
Yan Yi looked around cautiously, fearing that there might be eavesdroppers on the other side of the wall.
Seeing her looking around with a worried look, Meng Sui'an couldn't help laughing, so he pulled her to sit down.
"Don't worry, I used the 'No Eavesdropping' spell. No one can hear us talking, not even Your Majesty."
Yan Yi felt relieved and sat down beside her awkwardly. "Master's Wife, how do you know this? Could it be that you are also—"
She didn't dare ask the following questions, fearing that it would involve leaking secrets and being punished by the system.
"I'm from the same place as you."
Yan Yi slapped his head and suddenly remembered something, and immediately woke up as if from a dream.
"No wonder Master's Wife said I reminded you of yourself when you were young when she first met me."
Meng Sui'an looked at her with a smile, "It happened so long ago, and you still remember it."
Yan Yi felt a little emotional for a moment. She had never thought that she would meet people from the real world in the world of books.
She never expected that the other party had already seen through her identity and had not even revealed it to anyone.
Thinking of this, she suddenly became a little nervous and asked in a low voice: "Master's wife, you have been sick a few days ago. Is it related to this matter?"
Could it be that the person who travels through the book and stays in the world of the book will induce certain irresistible factors, causing his health to deteriorate? In short, it is a side effect.
Meng Sui'an shook his head. "I don't have a mission, and I only have a vague understanding of the characters and plot of the book. Staying here is my own choice, and there is no so-called punishment."
Yan Yi was a little confused, "No mission? Then can you go back?"
"I don't know, I haven't tried it." Meng Sui'an let out a long sigh, reached out and picked a zinnia, and put it behind Yan Yi's ear, "I like it here very much, so I stayed."
Hearing this, Yan Yi couldn't help but sigh that the other party was indeed as his name suggested, taking things as they come.
She had so many questions in her mind that she wanted to ask Meng Suian, but she was worried that it would trigger the system's punishment mechanism, so she didn't dare to speak.
Seeing her concerns, Meng Sui'an took the initiative to say, "I've been here for a long time. The concept of time here is very different from that in my hometown. I can't remember the exact date."
Yan Yi was well aware of this. The time points in the world of the book were completely different from those in the real world. When she fainted from staying up late to read the novel, it was summer vacation and a hot summer night.
When the Demon Lord's mansion just opened, it was not yet the Dragon Boat Festival.
"Master's wife, do you miss home?"
Meng Sui'an held her hand and said with a smile, "This is my home."
Yan Yi could tell that what she said was from her heart, so he nodded silently without asking any further questions.
Meng Sui'an suddenly tightened his grip around her fingers and said earnestly, "If you miss home, go back without worry! This world still exists and won't disappear just because you leave."
"Really?" Yan Yi's eyes lit up instantly. This was exactly what she was worried about.
"Of course it's true." Meng Sui'an blinked, "When has Master's Wife ever lied to you?"
Hearing this, Yan Yi felt relieved, and his brows gradually relaxed.
"Go!" Meng Sui'an suddenly stood up and pretended to walk back. "The Lord is waiting for you! Remember to let him take the elixir to stabilize the pregnancy."
Yan Yi nodded repeatedly in agreement, said goodbye to her, and trotted towards the bedroom.
As soon as one foot stepped into the bedroom, Wen Huoran's voice came from inside the hall, "What does Meng Suian want to see you for? It took you so long!"
Yan Yi's heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to remain calm and walked towards him quickly, "Master's wife is here to give me some medicine to keep me healthy."
As she spoke, she handed over the white jade porcelain bottle in her hand and said mysteriously, "I asked my master's wife how to raise a child, so I was delayed."
Wen Huiran looked a little uncomfortable. "If you ask her, it will seem like I know nothing."
Yan Yi's eyes widened, pretending to be surprised, "Your Majesty, you know how to raise a child! Do you have experience?"
Wen Huoran was speechless for a moment, "What I mean is, you——"
Suddenly realizing that Yan Yi was teasing him on purpose, Wen Huoran instantly lost the energy to argue, "Besides taking care of the kids, what else did you talk about?"
Yan Yi took the seat next to him and pointed at the empty bowl of Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup on the table. "Master's Wife told me that a mortal's health-preserving soup is of little significance to the demon race."
"I told you long ago that it was useless, but you refused to listen and insisted on forcing me to drink it."
Yan Yi came up to him and stared into his eyes, "Your Majesty, how does it taste? I stewed it myself! I stewed it all night long."
She went to bed very late last night. Wen Huoran knew this and was moved by her words. He said with a stiff upper lip, "It tastes very good."
In fact, he could hardly tell whether the food of mortals was good or not; it tasted like chewing wax.
"Next time, I'll help Your Majesty make another kind of soup! It's very nourishing!" Yan Yi was eager to try it and wanted to run to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients immediately.
"What soup?" Wen Xuran felt something was wrong and his eyebrows were twitching.
Yan Yi said seriously, "Postpartum milk-increasing soup."
Wen Huoran nearly choked to death on his own saliva and gritted his teeth, "I don't need it."
"Why not? We have to prepare in advance. We can't let the children go hungry."
Wen Huoran rubbed his throbbing temples and patiently explained to her, "Our child doesn't need milk."
Of course Yan Yi didn't believe it, so he took out the talisman and sent a message to Meng Suian, asking her what the twins drank when they were young.
Wen Huoran held her hand, preventing her from delivering the message, "Why do you have to ask her about everything?"
Yan Yi looked quite serious. "Master's wife is an experienced person. She has eaten more salt than I have eaten rice. She is very experienced."
Wen Huoran had no choice but to let her do what she wanted. But a moment later, Yan Yi received a reply from Meng Suian -
The twins drank breast milk when they were young.
Yan Yi felt relieved.
Wen Huoran gave up.
"Your Majesty, please take the elixir to stabilize the pregnancy first. I will go to the kitchen later to prepare the ingredients and make you some milk soup tonight."
Wen Huoran followed the doctor's advice, poured a pill from the white jade porcelain bottle and put it into his mouth, trying to persuade her to give up the postpartum milk-inducing soup.
"Don't bother yourself. Take a day off. It won't be too late to prepare again in two days. The baby won't be born for some time yet."
Yan Yi didn't listen to him at all, and continued to say: "You have to replenish it in advance. If you wait until the baby is born to drink it, the daylily will be cold."
"Besides," she looked at Wen Huoran with a smile and whispered in his ear, "Even if the child doesn't drink, I'm still here!"
Wen Huoran was stunned for a moment, still trying to process the meaning of her words, when he saw her running out of the bedroom quickly, saying as she ran: "I also want to taste your majesty's..."
The next day, at dawn, Yan Yi placed the small tray in his hand on the table and hurriedly pulled Wen Huoran to sit on the chair.
"Your Majesty, the postpartum soup is here! Drink it while it's hot."
Wen Huiran leaned over and sniffed gently, frowning tightly, "What kind of soup? It tastes a bit weird."
"Carp and tofu soup." Yan Yi sniffed hard, looking at him expectantly, "What's so strange about it? It smells really good! Your Majesty, drink it quickly, it won't be too hot anymore."
Wen Huoran rarely ate mortal food and was too hesitant to try it. So he asked her, "Where did you learn this? Did you learn it from the cook in the kitchen?"
Yan Yi shook his head mysteriously, "I asked Xiaoli to go to the mortal world to collect them for me. It's a thick stack!"
Wen Huiran was confused and asked, "A pile of what?"
Yan Yi took a stack of rice paper from the desk and handed it to him, "Ingredients and recipe for postpartum soup."
Wen Huoran took it and took a look. He was immediately dazzled by the large and bold characters at the top of the rice paper.
Ninety-nine and eighty-one postpartum milk-increasing soups.
He swallowed subconsciously and suddenly felt that his breath was not flowing smoothly and he was about to faint.
Yan Yi flicked the rice paper with his knuckles and said proudly, "How is it? I copied it myself. Isn't it very careful?"
Wen Huoran's attention was not on this. He asked with a hint of despair, "Are there really 81?"
"Of course!" Yan Yi took the rice paper from him and flipped through a few pages. "Every soup has instructions for the cooking method and ingredients. It's very detailed."
Wen Huoran was desperate. "Do I need to finish all 81 of these soups?"
Yan Yi nodded rapidly and began to make his own arrangements: "Three meals a day, each one different, it will last for about a month."
My heart finally settled down.
Wen Huoran silently calculated the date and estimated that the child was born, and he had not yet finished the first round of these 81 milk-producing soups.
"Your Majesty, drink it quickly! The soup is getting cold." Yan Yi put away the food guide he collected from the mortal world, and handed the crucian carp and tofu soup, which was still steaming on the table, to Wen Huoran's lips.
Knowing that he couldn't escape, Wen Huoran made up his mind, pinched his nose and drank the milk-inducing soup in one gulp.
Yan Yi tilted his head to look at him, and when he finished drinking, he immediately handed him a clean handkerchief to wipe his mouth, "Your Majesty, how does it taste?"
"Very good." Wen Huoran gave a positive review as always.
Yan Yi cleaned up the dishes with satisfaction, turned around and left the bedroom. When she came back, she was holding a plate of sliced fruits with a few toothpicks she had peeled herself on it.
"Your Majesty, eat some fresh fruit!"
Wen Huoran really couldn't eat any more, so he asked her to put it on the table and said he would take a break before eating. Then he took the wilted zinnias from her temples and sniffed them gently.
“You like zinnias?”
Yan Yi nodded and said, "I like it. The color is beautiful and dazzling." After saying that, she suddenly remembered that she saw the broken petals all over the ground in the manor where Wen Huoran was hiding a few days ago, and a certain idea in her mind gradually became clear.
Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, Wen Xuran pulled her into his arms and sat down, then took the initiative to ask, "If you have anything to say, just tell me directly. Didn't we agree not to have any secrets between us?"
Every time Yan Yi heard Huoran say this, she felt as if an invisible pair of hands were slapping her hard.
She has so many secrets in her heart.
"Your Majesty," she said, choosing her words carefully, "Is that manor the surprise you mentioned?"
Wen Huoran looked slightly disappointed and whispered, "It's no longer considered a surprise now."
After hearing this, Yan Yi held up his face, bringing Wen Huiran's eyes level with hers, "Why not? If Your Majesty doesn't take the initiative to take me there for one day, it will be considered a surprise."
Wen Huoran's expression eased slightly, and he pressed her face against his chest, saying softly, "You're easy to coax."
Rubbing his cheek against Wen Huoran's firm and full chest, Yan Yi breathed a sigh of satisfaction, "Your Majesty, if you mind, please erase my memory of the manor and only let me remember the surprise part."
Wen Huoran subconsciously tightened his arms around the person and couldn't help but say angrily, "Nonsense!"
Yan Yi was confused and looked up from his arms, "Why did I act so foolishly?"
"Erasing other people's memories is a forbidden technique and cannot be used casually."
Yan Yi opened her mouth, as if she remembered something, and then she put the matter aside and pestered Wen Huoran to take her to the manor to appreciate the zinnias that filled the yard.
The two stopped in the manor and looked at the withered zinnias all over the ground. Wen Huoran was filled with mixed emotions. He was about to use magic to restore the flowers that he had destroyed in anger to their original state, but Yan Yi grabbed his wrist.
"Your Majesty, let it be! As long as it's planted by Your Majesty, it's beautiful no matter what. It's beautiful even when it withers or dies. I like it all."
Wen Huoran clenched her fingers, and the sense of loss that had accumulated in his heart gradually dissipated.
Yan Yi was used to saying nice things to coax him, and he had long been unable to distinguish between the true and the false, but he had no way to resist it.
The two walked a little deeper into the manor and saw a large field of flowers of various colors in full bloom. Yan Yi blurted out, "It would be great if I had a camera!"
Wen Huoran didn't quite understand what she meant, "What is it used for?"
Yan Yi knew he had made a mistake, so he made a random excuse: "A variety of magic can freeze beautiful things and release them for appreciation when you want to see them later."
"What do you want to freeze?"
Yan Yi counted on his fingers, "Friends I met in the Demon Realm, the sunset on Fuyu Mountain, the sparkling waters of Taihu Lake, and—"
She suddenly stopped talking, stood on tiptoe and whispered in Wen Huoran's ear, "Your Majesty."
"I am right in front of you. You can see me anytime."
Hearing this, Yan Yi smiled and said, "Your Majesty is so beautiful, I want to keep it and look at it secretly."
"Is your mouth smeared with honey?"
Yan Yi couldn't help laughing, raised his face and put his mouth close to his lips, "Your Majesty, please taste it, is it sweet?"
The other party teased him so directly that Wen Huoran felt as if thousands of ants were crawling across his heart, causing a subtle and dense itching.
"Stop messing around." He said hypocritically, and was about to pull Yan Yi deeper into the manor when his abdomen suddenly contracted, accompanied by obvious pain.
Yan Yi quickly noticed his abnormality and quickly helped him steady himself. "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
Wen Huoran held his waist and abdomen tightly with one hand, trying to hold back the increasing pain. "Go back to the mansion. The baby must be coming soon."
Yan Yi was horrified when these words were spoken. After trying hard to calm herself down, she hurriedly took out a talisman from her arms and sent a message to the old witch doctor. Then the two of them hurried to the bedroom.
When the old witch doctor arrived, Yan Yi had just tucked in the corners of the quilt for Wen Huoran.
"Master, the mother is about to give birth! Please come and have a look!" She was so nervous that she was incoherent, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.
Bu Shu told her not to panic, and hurried to the bedside. After checking, Bu Shu looked normal, and Yan Yi knew that there was nothing serious, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Before she could catch her breath, she suddenly remembered something and pleaded in a negotiating tone, "Master, I know you don't like others to be present when you're treating patients. But, His Majesty, please give birth to a child instead of treating a patient! Can I stay with him?"
Bu Shu took out the necessary spiritual tools from the medicine box and replied casually, "Master didn't kick you out."
Yan Yi's eyes lit up, "Thank you, Master!"
Wen Huoran suddenly groaned, feeling a strong current of air rushing through his abdomen, which was different from any previous times.
When the essence is active in the body, the internal organs will also swell and ache, as if they are about to be shattered.
Worried about getting in the way, Yan Yi hesitated for a while, but finally kept a distance and looked at the old witch doctor and Wen Huoran.
Seeing the villain lying on the couch in excruciating pain, Yan Yi's heart tightened, as if he felt the same way.
She originally thought that since the essence would flow out of Wen Huoran's mouth in the form of airflow, the other party would not feel too much pain.
Now that she saw it with her own eyes, it was not as easy as she had imagined. It was exactly the same as the pregnancy of women she had seen in real life.
The essence in his abdomen was reluctant to move upwards. Bu Shu tried every possible way and was exhausted, sweating profusely.
The airflow that seemed to be able to burn through human flesh always stayed in Wen Huoran's belly, as if it was reluctant to leave the greenhouse that nurtured her.
After considering for a moment, Bu Shu suddenly waved at Yan Yi, motioning her to come closer.
Yan Yi hurried to the bedside, looked at Wen Huoran's flushed cheeks and wet clothes, and couldn't help feeling sad and burst into tears.
"Master," she choked out, "is there anything I can do for you?"
Bu Shu: "Talk to the children."
"Ah?" His vision became blurred, and Yan Yi didn't react to the meaning of the old witch doctor's words for a moment.
Bu Shu patiently explained, "The Yuan Jing can sense your presence. Talk to her, and she should be able to sense your current mood."
Yan Yi wiped her tears with her sleeves and finally understood Bu Shu's intention. She then held Wen Huoran's hands tightly and leaned on the edge of the bed to communicate with the baby in his belly.
Time passed by unknowingly, Wen Huoran fainted from the pain, and then forced himself to regain consciousness.
Just when Yan Yi was sobbing and about to despair, a surge of air moved upward from the abdomen, flowed through the throat, and overflowed from Wen Huoran's mouth.
Yan Yi subconsciously clenched Wen Huoran's hands, and even his breathing became lighter unconsciously.
The pink air flow floated in front of Yan Yi, gently brushed her cheek, and finally gathered at Wen Huoran's chest and stopped moving.
The bedroom was filled with a strong scent of strawberries, and the pink airflow gathered on Wen Huoran's chest began to change.
But in a moment, the mist gathered into the shape of a baby, and gradually took on the flesh/body of a normal human.
Just like the scene I had seen countless times in the operating room during my internship, the baby was born with a loud baby cry.
Yan Yi blinked, and was about to go forward to take a closer look when he suddenly heard a crackling sound of electricity in his mind, and a familiar electronic sound rang out at an inopportune time.
[Congratulations to the tasker for completing the task ahead of schedule. Please select a return date.]
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Author's words: ps: The Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup & the Confinement Milk Soup appear due to the plot needs, please do not delve into it [Please][Please]
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