Chapter 63 Jinjiang Exclusive Authorization First Release 43 Wen Huoran is still breastfeeding...
"Don't you want to come and hold our child?" Wen Huoran recovered from the severe pain and saw Yan Yi standing there blankly, staring at the child in his arms, with no intention of getting closer.
Yan Yi seemed to come back to his senses and walked towards the bed with stiff steps.
Perhaps it was because the expression on Wen Huoran's face was too vivid that she was reluctant to leave; or perhaps it was because the child's crying was too clear that made her realize that the world in the book also existed in reality.
She should have been happy to have completed her mission ahead of schedule and was about to return home. However, she felt she couldn't feel any joy at all. Instead, she thought the system notification sound was annoying and came at an inopportune moment.
"Master, can I hold the child?" She subconsciously wiped the sticky cold sweat from her palms on her lapel, looked at Bu Shu and asked a slightly stupid question.
Bu Shu said with a smile, "Do you still need your teacher's permission to hold your child?"
Hearing this, Yan Yi smiled uncomfortably and explained, "The child is too young. I'm worried about hurting her."
Bu Shu packed up his medicine chest and made to leave the bedroom. "Don't worry. Although the child is small, he is many times stronger than you."
After hearing this, Yan Yi felt relieved and carefully took the child from Wen Huoran's hands.
The feel of the baby was no different from the babies she had held in the hospital in the real world, and it looked as fair and delicate as any other mortal child.
His eyes were big and round, the color of glass, exactly like Wen Huoran's.
While she was thinking, Wen Huiran reached out and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, saying softly, "Why are you crying? Aren't you happy to see your child?"
Yan Yi looked up blankly, only then realizing that her vision was blurred. "Your Majesty, I am crying for joy," she choked.
Seeing her holding the child lovingly and reluctantly, Wen Huoran felt relieved.
In the past, he always worried that Yan Yi would not like the noise of children, and that the arrival of the child would affect the love and intimacy between the two of them. Now he finally felt relieved.
Yan Yi carefully examined the ignorant child in his arms, then raised his eyes and looked Wen Huoran up and down, "Your Majesty, your eyes are very similar, both are a beautiful amber color, as crystal clear as glass."
"Are you worried about something?" Wen Huoran heard something wrong in her tone and couldn't help but ask.
Yan Yi tried to calm herself down and said calmly, "No, I'm just too happy. It's my first time being a mother and I don't know what to do."
Bu Shu advised, "Treat it with a normal mind." Then he carried the medicine box and left the bedroom.
Yan Yi responded with tears in his eyes, his eyes fixed on the child's face.
The moment the child landed, the system came online to notify her that the task was completed ahead of schedule and she needed to choose a return time in time.
Yan Yi put the matter behind him for the moment, pretended not to hear it, and ignored the annoying system.
The child was born not long ago and Wen Huoran is still breastfeeding. If she just abandons him and leaves, wouldn’t that be insane!
Just as Bu Yingyue once said, she abandoned her husband and daughter, and she would be punished by God.
The child, who had always been quiet, seemed to sense her inner conflict and looked at her with his big watery eyes full of curiosity.
Yan Yi suspected that the child could sense her thoughts, otherwise, how could he stay quietly in her arms without crying or making a fuss?
"Give it to me." Wen Huoran suddenly stretched out his hand towards her, "I will feed her."
Yan Yi handed the child to him as he was told and asked without thinking, "Your Majesty, do you have milk yet?"
Wen Huoran was speechless for a moment. Who was the person who had diligently made him postpartum milk-inducing soup a few days ago? Now, she was asking him if he had produced milk.
"Of course." Wen Huoran said gritting his teeth.
Yan Yi laughed dryly and explained, "Some mothers don't produce milk immediately after giving birth. They need to clear the milk, express it manually, or use a breast pump. I'm worried about this happening to Your Majesty, since this is your first child after all."
Wen Huiran gently patted the child's back and said to her patiently, "I am not an ordinary mortal. I don't need you to smooth things over for me."
Yan Yi couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. She had seen many mothers in the hospital who needed to have their blockages cleared, and they really suffered a lot.
Wen Huoran held the child horizontally in his arms quite familiarly, opened his clothes and fed her.
Yan Yi had nothing to do at the moment, so he pointed to the door and said softly, "Your Majesty, I have an appointment with Master's wife. She will teach me how to make clothes for my children."
As soon as the child touched him, Wen Huoran couldn't help but hiss in pain, his expression became quite uncomfortable, so he signaled Yan Yi to go back quickly.
Breastfeeding for the first time was not as easy as he had imagined. His chest felt very swollen and painful, and it was even more painful when the baby sucked.
Wen Huoran didn't want Yan Yi to see him suffering because of feeding the child.
At dusk, Yan Yi dragged his heavy feet back to the bedroom, carrying a bag of soft, skin-friendly cloth and several ready-made baby clothes.
She unfolded them one by one and showed them to Wen Huiran, "Your Majesty, how about this pink top? It's the same color as the child's demonic energy. My Master's Wife made it for me."
Wen Huiran patted the child's back gently, staring at the clothes in Yan Yi's hand without blinking, "Very good."
"I like this skirt the most. The skin color suits our child very well. She will wear it when she grows up." Yan Yi picked up another lotus pink puffy skirt and handed it to Wen Huoran so that he could take a closer look.
Just as she took out the tenth piece of baby clothes from the small bundle, Wen Huoran finally couldn't help but ask her, "Of the more than ten pieces of clothes, which one did you sew yourself?"
Yan Yi smiled awkwardly, silently folded the messed-up clothes neatly, put them back in the cabinet beside the bed, and then returned to sit next to Wen Huoran.
"Your Majesty, the elders in my hometown always say that you shouldn't pat a child's back all the time, as it will develop bad habits."
Wen Huoran immediately stopped what he was doing, half believing it and half doubting it, "Is there such a saying?"
"The child is used to you patting her to sleep. If you suddenly stop patting her, she will cry and make a fuss, and we will be very annoyed."
After thinking for a while, Wen Huoran intuitively felt that what she said made sense, so he gradually changed this bad habit.
"What did you learn to do from Meng Suian today?"
Yan Yi pulled out a half-finished tiger-head hat from his pocket and handed it to Wen Huoran mysteriously, "Hat."
Wen Huoran raised his eyebrows slightly, showing great interest in the tiger-head hat in her hand. "Did you make this yourself?"
"Of course!" Yan Yi nodded proudly, "Your Majesty, don't forget that I once made you a piece of - a thin nightgown!"
Wen Huoran's ears felt hot, and he subconsciously glanced at the child who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and said in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense in front of the child."
Yan Yi curled his lips and couldn't help muttering, "Here it comes again!" With a child, the villain is about to become a preacher.
"Does this hat have a name?" Wen Huoran took the tiger-head hat in his hand and played with it, unable to let it go.
"Tiger-head hat." Yan Yi took the unfinished tiger-head hat from his hand, and then patiently explained to him the origin of the tiger-head hat.
In the middle of the night, Wen Huoran was awakened by a crying baby. He hurried to get up to feed the child, only to find that the seat next to him was empty and Yan Yi was nowhere to be found.
The nightmare of the past shrouded his heart. He hurriedly got off the bed, carrying the child, and walked out of the bedroom. He saw a cluster of small jade lamps lit on the desk in the outer room, reflecting a slender figure who was busy with his work at the table.
What Yan Yi was holding in his hand was the half-finished tiger-head hat he had made during the day.
Wen Huoran looked at her from afar and didn't have the heart to go over and disturb her.
The night outside the window was hazy and a little chilly, but the bedroom was warm and filled with a cozy and comfortable atmosphere.
Wen Huoran withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes to look at the sleeping child in his arms. He felt that everything he had now was hard-earned and it was the life he had always dreamed of.
People often say that after suffering comes happiness.
Despite all the hardships, his good days finally arrived as promised.
The tiger-head hat she had sewn herself was finally finished. Yan Yi sat up straight and stretched with satisfaction. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure standing not far behind her, and she immediately turned around to look.
"Your Majesty, how long have you been here?" She quickly put the needle and thread in her hand on the table and tiptoed to Wen Huoran.
Wen Huiran lowered his voice and said, "Seeing that you are very focused, I don't want to disturb you."
Yan Yi smiled, a smug smile on his face, then pulled Wen Huoran to the desk and showed him the finished tiger-head hat.
"How is it? Beautiful, right?"
Looking at her red eyes, Wen Huoran felt as if his heart was pricked by a thorn, with a sharp and intense pain.
"You must be tired!" His throat was very dry and his voice was choked.
Yan Yi waved his hand and said, "I'm not tired. I want to finish it as soon as possible so that His Majesty can praise me for my ingenuity."
"I have already praised it."
Hearing this, Yan Yi remembered that he was referring to the embroidered sachets. Feeling somewhat guilty, he casually evaded the question, "Your Excellency, thank you for your kind words."
Wen Huoran sat down at the desk holding the child and motioned Yan Yi to put the hat on the child to try it out.
Yan Yi shook his head and said, "I haven't washed them yet! They are all covered in sweat from my hands."
His eyes swept across the tiger-head hat in her hand. Wen Xuran saw a little blood oozing from the tip of her index finger, so he held her finger and asked, "How did you get hurt like this?"
Yan Yi smiled embarrassedly, "The tiger-head hat is not like ordinary clothes. I used too much force when inserting the needle and accidentally pricked it."
Wen Huoran felt extremely distressed. He held Yan Yi's fingers tightly and used his magic energy to heal her wounds. Then he used a cleansing spell to clean the tiger-head hat and Yan Yi's hands.
Yan Yi raised his slender white fingers and looked at the child for a moment, feeling relieved, and then carefully put the hat on the child's head.
Not too big, not too small, just right.
"Your Excellency, my cooking skills are pretty good, aren't they?"
Wen Huiran nodded slightly, agreeing quite a bit, and was about to say a few words of praise to her.
Unexpectedly, Yan Yi's seriousness lasted only three seconds, and the next moment he whispered in his ear: "I learned this when I was intimate with Your Majesty."
"You——" Wen Huoran's ears turned red and he couldn't speak for a long time.
Yan Yi took the opportunity to touch his rouge lips and became more and more demanding, "Your Majesty, we have done everything together, why are you shy?"
Wen Huoran completely lost the ability to speak, and thought to himself, doing something and saying it without thinking are two different things.
"The child is still young, so don't be too careless."
Yan Yi yawned repeatedly, not taking it seriously. He turned around to tidy up the remaining cloth on the table, pulled Wen Huoran back to the couch, and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, Yan Yi was still asleep when she suddenly heard Ling Youtong's voice coming from outside the hall. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and woke up slowly.
"Your Majesty, who's here?"
Wen Huoran placed the child in the stroller in front of the bed and whispered, "Your cousin."
Su Can: "Hey! My cousin is here!"
Su Can took the opportunity to take advantage of the Demon Lord and felt very happy.
"Cousin, what are you holding in your hand?"
"The old hen I bought specially from the mortal world is still alive!" Su Can held up an old hen in his hand to his eyes, smiling with joy.
Seeing this, Wen Huoran frowned deeply and couldn't help but sigh that Yan Yi and Su Can were indeed cousins, with similar blood flowing in their bones.
One was obsessed with making soup for him, and the other actually brought him an old hen personally.
He was about to open his mouth to refuse, but saw Yan Yi happily walk up and take a fat old hen from Su Can's hand without any hesitation.
"Thank you, cousin! Today's clear-boiled old hen soup is delicious and nutritious."
Su Can waved his hand and said, "Don't be polite to me. My cousin's child is my child. In order to prevent the child from starving, Your Majesty must ensure that he has adequate nutrition."
Wen Huiran's expression was subtle. He tried to hold back, but in the end, he couldn't help it. "When did my child become your child?"
"Ah! This--" Su Can didn't react to how to explain for a while. He hesitated for a long time, his face turned red, and he could only look for help at the little fox squatting on his shoulder.
The tabby cat meowed softly, fell from his shoulder, and transformed into a human form. Then, it politely saluted Wen Huoran and then began to explain on Su Can's behalf -
"Your Majesty, Master Su means that he will love Miss Yan and your child as if they were his own. He is not good at speaking, so please don't blame him."
"Are you good at talking?" Wen Huoran snorted coldly, not daring to agree.
Some time ago, when Su Can stood up for Yan Yi, he almost scolded him to death. Wen Huoran had never seen such a tongue-tied person.
Yan Yi quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, pulling Wen Huoran's sleeve and shaking it, "Your Majesty, for the sake of the old hen, please don't bother with your cousin!"
"Look!" She handed the old hen with its feet tied to her to Wen Huoran, "It's so lively! This kind of live chicken makes a tender and delicious soup, especially suitable for those who have just given birth."
Wen Huoran almost fainted from anger, but he was reluctant to spoil Yan Yi's interest.
After all, Su Can traveled thousands of miles to the mortal world to buy an old hen to make soup for him, which was really a rare gesture of kindness.
Several people were talking to each other in a noisy manner. The child who was originally sleeping soundly in the stroller slowly opened his eyes and looked around with a confused look.
Before Rong Wen Huoran could take her out of the stroller, she blinked her big round eyes and burst into tears.
"Don't cry, baby." Wen Huiran coaxed gently, "But am I disturbing you?"
Seeing Wen Xuran's gentle and virtuous appearance, Su Can was stunned. After a long while, he slowly moved to Yan Yi's side and whispered: "This Demon Lord, he seems to have become a different person after giving birth to a child."
Yan Yi glared at him, "Cousin, isn't this good?"
Su Can nodded repeatedly, "Excellent! He's more and more in line with the standards my uncle and aunt set for choosing a son-in-law."
Yan Yi laughed dryly twice and didn't respond. He thought that the matter had already been settled and it was too late to tell whether it was suitable or not.
Su Can suddenly became serious and said solemnly, "Cousin, my uncle wrote to say that he will be home soon and asked when you will bring your future son-in-law back for him to meet."
What is meant to come will eventually come.
"Wait a minute." She said with some embarrassment, "Right now I haven't figured out how to explain the matter of the child. I can't just say it's Your Majesty's child!"
Su Can stole a glance at Wen Huoran, who portrayed the virtuous and kind woman to perfection, and nodded decisively, "I think it's okay!"
"No!" Yan Yi refused immediately. "My parents are ordinary people. If they heard that their future son-in-law could have children, they would be scared to death!"
The two discussed for a long time but still couldn't come to a suitable conclusion, so they had to put the matter aside for the time being.
Su Can leaned in closer and looked at the child in Wen Huoran's arms for a moment, then asked curiously, "Cousin, has the child been named yet? How about I help her choose one?"
"No." Yan Yi and Wen Huoran refused in unison.
The corners of Su Can's mouth twitched. He regretted that he had nowhere to use all his enthusiasm and knowledge. So he held the little raccoon, who had turned back into a tabby cat, in his arms and left in disappointment.
In the following days, Yan Yi was busy changing the baby's diapers and making different tonic soups for Wen Huoran.
In my spare time, I would pick up needle and thread and sew shoes and socks for my children. I was so busy that I deliberately ignored the existence of the system.
The system seemed to be able to hear her thoughts and remained quiet for two days.
Just when Yan Yi thought the system had given up on urging her and had gone offline, the noisy system once again made a sizzling sound in her mind, reminding her -
[The mission has been completed. Please confirm the return date.]
Yan Yi put down the ingredients he was preparing for the soup, looked around to make sure no one else was approaching, then sat down on a chair in the kitchen and patiently communicated with the system.
"System, is there a time limit?"
The system didn't respond, just kept repeating the same sentence: [The mission has been completed. Please confirm your return date.]
Yan Yi patiently asked several times. Apart from acting as a parrot, the system did not reveal any other information. She gradually felt relieved, but in fact she was still hoping for luck.
Meng Sui'an has been staying in the book for who knows how many years, but she is still safe and sound, and nothing has happened. It should not be a problem for her to stay for a while longer.
At least, wait until the child is weaned! She also needs to make a tonic soup and a milk-inducing soup for Wen Huoran!
After making up his mind, Yan Yi stayed with peace of mind, taking care of Wen Huoran's daily life step by step every day, coaxing the child to eat, drink, defecate, urinate and sleep, and he was very busy.
That night, after taking a bath, Yan Yi was about to go to bed to rest. As soon as one of her hands touched the quilt, she suddenly felt difficulty breathing, her chest ached, and she even felt like she was about to suffocate.
She stood there and took slow, deep breaths, trying to even out her breathing.
She thought it was just due to overwork from being busy taking care of Wen Huoran and the children in recent days, so she didn't pay much attention to it. She then lifted the quilt and lay down next to Wen Huoran.
Unexpectedly, just as she closed her eyes, the system that was like a death warrant came online again and ruthlessly disturbed her sleep.
[The situation is critical. Please confirm the return date.]
[The situation is critical. Please confirm the return date.]
…
Listening to the electronic sound echoing like thunder in his head, Yan Yi woke up instantly, staring at the empty space above the bed with wide eyes.
Until my eyes became sore and tears came out, the system's repeated reminder sound did not disappear.
That night, Yan Yi was preoccupied with his worries and tossed and turned, unable to sleep the entire night.
The next day, she got up early and told Wen Huoran that she had something important to ask Meng Suian, then she hurried out, even forgetting to go to the kitchen to get the milk-inducing soup that she usually prepared for Wen Huoran.
As soon as he saw Meng Sui'an, Yan Yi asked bluntly, "Master's Wife, what will happen if I don't leave in time? Will there be any punishment?"
After a long pause, Meng Sui'an said truthfully, "Our situations are different. I am a free existence in this world, while you have a mission. If you break the rules, you might be in danger."
Recalling the system's prompt, Yan Yi's heart sank, and he told Meng Suian everything that happened last night without missing a word.
Meng Suian froze in her tracks, her heart restless. After a long pause, she carefully considered her words and asked, "Xiaoyi, if you're homesick, why are you suddenly hesitating?"
Yan Yi did not hide anything and said frankly: "I am worried about Your Majesty and the children."
"What are you worried about?"
"I don't know." Yan Yi shook his head slowly. "I thought I'd wait until the child is weaned before leaving, so Your Majesty can worry less."
As someone who has been through it, Meng Sui'an truly understands her inner struggle.
But Yan Yi was different from her. If he insisted on staying, his life would be in danger. So he kindly reminded her, "For some things, it's better to make a decision as soon as possible. The longer it takes, the more reluctant you will be and the more hesitant you will be."
These words were like a heavy hammer hitting Yan Yi on the top of his head.
She suddenly realized that she was just making excuses for her hesitation. Now she said she would wait until the child was weaned before leaving, but by then she might want to wait until the child was one year old, until the child could talk and walk...
The growth process of children is slow and colorful, and it seems to have no end. She can't always stay in the world of books and accompany them throughout their lives.
She was just an ordinary mortal, whose lifespan was no more than a hundred years. Coupled with the physical discomfort last night and the system's urging, she began to feel flustered.
After much thought, she made up her mind and made a bold decision.
The forbidden technique of erasing memory that I mentioned to Wen Huoran a few days ago might come in handy.
Thinking of this, she revealed her plan in detail to Meng Suian, who bluntly said that this method was not advisable.
"Why?" Yan Yi stood in front of Meng Sui'an, tightly grasping her hand, and pleaded in a negotiating tone: "Master, please help me. I don't want to make His Majesty sad."
Meng Sui'an said seriously, "You also know that it is a forbidden technique and cannot be used casually."
Yan Yi insisted, "Master's Wife, this is not a casual use, but an urgent matter."
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"She escaped from the gb after becoming a villain to Empress Lu" Troublemaker Long Aotian
Yu Jinxuan transmigrated into a book and became the companion of the villain in the cultivation story Long Ao Tianwen?!
In the original book, this villain will eventually be crushed to ashes by the protagonists, and getting entangled with him will only lead to death.
There is no system to cause trouble, and no strategy tasks.
Yu Jinxuan: If you don’t escape now, when will you?
So she packed up her things and ran away overnight.
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Xing Shuyu, the villain in a book about cultivation, Long Ao Tianwen, is a man who gets whatever he wants and lives a comfortable life. However, he has recently been troubled for the first time in his life.
Her Taoist partner, Yu Jinxuan, left him for no reason.
This is intolerable, what else can’t be tolerated?
Think about him, Xing Shuyu, the dignified Lingyun Immortal Lord. No one in the world of cultivation dares to disobey him. When has he ever suffered such humiliation!
She is just an ordinary woman, weak and powerless, but she follows him and enjoys delicious food and drinks, and has someone to warm her bed when the weather is cold... It would be fine if she was not satisfied, but she actually dared to abandon him!
In order to keep her by his side, Xing Shuyu tried every means, even resorting to love poison on her.
Unexpectedly, the longer the time, the deeper the love poison.
At first, just kisses and hugs can relieve the undercurrents surging in the body.
Later, I needed to touch and rub it to get relief.
Later...
One night, uncontrollable moans emanated from the red gauze tent.
Xing Shuyu clutched the quilt tightly with both hands. His pajamas had never dried, perhaps because they were wet with sweat or something else.
Xing Shuyu was speechless after being tormented shamelessly for days. It was obvious that the love poison was put on Yu Jinxuan, but he was the one who was bullied!
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At the Immortal Sect Conference, all the disciples gathered together and whispered.
—Have you heard? Last night, Immortal Lingyun and his Taoist partner consummated their marriage!
—I heard it! I heard it! What a noise!
——It wasn’t easy! Lingyun Immortal Venerable finally got the beauty.
…
The disciples stretched their necks and looked forward to seeing the arrival of Lingyun Immortal and his Taoist companion.
Yu Jinxuan looked energetic and light-footed, appearing in front of everyone as if nothing had happened.
The disciples looked at each other in bewilderment: Could Immortal Lord Lingyun be able to do this?
Little did they know that in a place where they couldn't see, the leader of the cultivation world, the dignified Lingyun Immortal Venerable, was secretly rubbing his waist, suppressing the discomfort somewhere, and following closely behind Yu Jinxuan step by step, begging her in a low voice to remove the love poison.
Yu Jinxuan looked bewildered, "When was the love poison injected?"
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1. GB. No counterattack plot;
2. The female protagonist has a normal body structure and no major jinjiang;
3. This one is childless;
4. Marry first, then fall in love, emotional flow;
5. Double c.1v1.he
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