Wen Jin also served Xiao Yuchen a medicinal meal stewed with this thousand-year-old ginseng.
When she washed away the oil fumes, put on soft clothes, and came over to wake Xiao Yuchen up to eat, Xiao Yuchen had already gotten up.
He was drinking the ginseng soup from a small bowl.
"This soup seems to have a particularly strong flavor, much more fragrant than the one made in the imperial kitchen."
Xiao Yuchen personally served a small bowl to Wen Jin, "You can try it too."
Wen Jin wiped his hands with a warm wet handkerchief and sat next to the food table.
Thousand-year-old ginseng won't make the soup more fragrant, right? Maybe it's because she added spiritual spring water?
She was about to give Xiao Yuchen a piece of seafood shaomai when she turned her face.
"Your Majesty, don't move!"
Wen Jin put down his chopsticks, quickly took out the handkerchief, and covered Xiao Yuchen's face.
Xiao Yuchen looked confused, "What's wrong?"
"It's a nosebleed..." Wen Jin covered his nose with a handkerchief, "Cover it yourself, I'll ask someone to bring an ice handkerchief to calm it down."
Xiao Yuchen raised his head when he heard this.
"Don't raise your head, nosebleeds can easily flow backwards and may be choked into the trachea."
Wen Jin explained and ordered someone to bring the ice handkerchief.
But before the cold handkerchief was brought, Xiao Yuchen's face turned redder and redder.
"Jin'er...I feel something's not right..."
He said with unnatural eyes.
Wen Jin quickly stepped forward and felt his pulse, "What's wrong?"
As soon as her warm fingers touched his skin, he couldn't help but let out a soft hum of comfort.
"Have you... gone too far? I want to... think..."
He raised his eyes to look at Wen Jin, the desire in his eyes turning them red.
Wen Jin was secretly surprised.
Has this thousand-year-old ginseng really become a spirit? Isn’t this tonic too powerful?
"There is no other discomfort, I just really, really miss you..."
Xiao Yuchen barely maintained his "gentlemanlike behavior", but he couldn't stop trembling all over.
The servant was about to bring a cold handkerchief and cool water from the well.
Xiao Yuchen raised his hand, "Bang——" and closed the door with his inner strength.
The servant was startled and said, "Master, cold water and a handkerchief are here."
"No need!" Xiao Yuchen responded.
He wiped his nose haphazardly with his handkerchief, and drank the ginseng soup in the small bowl in one go.
He picked up Wen Jin and strode towards the bed.
"Your Majesty, in broad daylight..."
Before Wen Jin finished speaking, his mouth was sealed, "Woo woo..."
Xiao Yuchen knocked down the curtains. The layers of thick curtains blocked most of the skylight.
The curtain looked a little dark at this time.
"Isn't it broad daylight?" Xiao Yuchen's low and hoarse voice suppressed too many emotions.
"You stayed up for three days and three nights and didn't get a good rest..."
"I'm full of energy!"
Xiao Yuchen laughed lowly.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of cloth being torn came from inside the curtain...
The excessive energy finally had something to expend... Xiao Yuchen finally stopped having nosebleeds.
Wen Jin only felt as if he was back on the sea again.
Raging waves swept across, one wave higher than the other...
Suddenly, she seemed to hear something in her ears?
"Energy fluctuations come from here!"
"In this room!"
"But the energy is far less powerful and pure than before!"
"Maybe he was absorbed and transformed?"
It was an unfamiliar voice.
Wen Jin didn't recognize the voice, but judging from the voice, it was not from my race!
It's coming for the energy shock!
"Your Majesty! Xiao Yuchen! Someone is coming!" Wen Jin pushed the person on him.
Xiao Yuchen hummed, "There is no one, so why are you so unfocused? Am I not working hard enough?"
A more turbulent wave came... The feeling of relief that rushed straight to the Tianling Cap made Wen Jin dizzy.
"Really... I heard it," she murmured.
"You heard wrong." Xiao Yuchen said firmly, "I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and my six senses are sharp, so I didn't even hear it."
Wen Jin bit her lower lip to prevent the involuntary sounds from her nasal cavity from disturbing her judgment.
She listened carefully...
"ah--"
The speaker screamed, "I can't get in!"
"I can't get in either! The energy is inside!"
"It contains the aura of a true dragon and emperor! With our cultivation, we cannot break through the protective barrier of this layer of heaven."
"You and I work together..."
"If we force a breakthrough and enter, will we still be the opponent of the person inside? If we enter, we will be beaten to a pulp!"
"Then our trip was in vain? Not only did we get no benefits, but we also wasted so much mental energy!?"
"Over there! Although the energy in the wing is not as good as here, it is still worth our trip!"
Wen Jin listened to the two of them muttering and walked away.
"I want to punish you..."
Xiao Yuchen suddenly whispered in her ear, "Punish you for not paying attention..."
His voice was so seductive... Wen Jin didn't want to think about it, she couldn't help but sink into the turbulent wave with him.
In the side room were Han Xian and Zhou Lingfeng, who were drinking ginseng soup.
The two of them were particularly silent while eating today.
He was afraid that because of the effort in talking, he would delay eating, and that the medicinal food that could replenish energy and cultivation would end up in the other party's belly.
Suddenly, Han Xian felt his nose itch.
He raised his hand and touched... the blood on his hand.
He looked up at Zhou Lingfeng, "You have a nosebleed too!"
Zhou Lingfeng was stunned when he heard this, then raised his head, "You..."
Before he finished speaking, his own nosebleeds came out like a spurt.
"Junior sister, what is in this medicinal diet? Is it so exaggeratedly nutritious?"
Han Xian wiped his nosebleed while feeling the vigorous power in his body.
"Master Zhou, how about you and I sparring to consume this excess energy and improve our cultivation?"
Hearing this, Zhou Lingfeng held his nose and nodded in agreement.
"Isn't it convenient here? Why not..."
Before he finished speaking, Han Xian suddenly screamed, "There's an enemy attack!"
He pinched his hand and flicked it into the air.
The two people in the room immediately heard a groan of pain coming from a place where no one was clearly there.
"Haha, what kind of evil magic is this?" Han Xian sneered, "Just give me two some practice!"
He said, making a secret in his hand to deal with that force.
Zhou Lingfeng also took out his Sanqing Bell and waved it in the air.
An invisible sound wave vibrated out.
Two cries of pain came and went.
"Hey, you're not alone yet! This is enough time for practice!"
Han Xian touched his unshaven chin and smiled.
The two of them had nosebleeds while using their special skills to deal with the two uninvited guests.
"You took too much supplements! Your nosebleeds spurted out! What a waste!"
"I can't absorb so much energy, why not give it to us! What a waste of resources!"
Those two voices were being beaten and lamenting at the same time.
Han Xian sneered, "With your training, won't it be able to absorb more energy and improve my cultivation?"
"You...let's withdraw!"
"Where do you think this is? Come here whenever you want and leave whenever you want?" Han Xian snorted, "Old Zhou, close the door!"
Zhou Lingfeng shook the Sanqing Bell and muttered something.
The two uninvited guests seemed to have hit an invisible wall and were bounced back with a cry of pain.
The two of them were brutally tortured by Zhou Lingfeng and Han Xian...
In a manor a hundred miles away.
Two people sitting cross-legged in meditation suddenly had many bright red slap marks on their faces...
