Pregnant Salted Fish Chapter 10

TL: Hua

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Upon receiving the message from Xu Xianzhi, Xu Yanqing almost laughed himself to tears while lounging in his recliner. He never expected Princess Jing’an’s methods to be so brutal and direct, forcing Su Hanfeng to the point where he couldn’t stay in the capital any longer.

“Xu Yanqing, have you gained a little weight recently?” Princess Jing’an, having resolved Su Hanfeng’s matter, was about to return to the capital. Hearing that Xu Yanqing was researching new food in Yunshui Courtyard, she came over to join the fun.

Hearing this, Xu Yanqing raised a hand to touch his smooth face, then pinched it, and indeed, he found a bit of extra tender flesh. “It seems I really have gained some weight.”

Mu Yu brought over the freshly made cheese from the small kitchen, just in time to hear his young master’s words. He quickly said, “Young Master isn’t fat at all. You were just too thin before. Now your weight is just right.”

Princess Jing’an ate the cheese while laughing at Mu Yu, “With a servant like you attending him, it’s hard for him not to get fat.”

Mu Yu scratched his head sheepishly, thinking Princess Jing’an was complimenting him.

After seeing Princess Jing’an off, Xu Yanqing touched his slightly plumper waist and looked up at Mu Yu. “Am I much fatter?” Had he become too relaxed after a period of ease?

Mu Yu shook his head very seriously. “No, Young Master, you’re not fat, not thin, simply perfect.”

“Alright!” The hint of self-doubt that had just arisen in Xu Yanqing instantly vanished without a trace. Anyway, exercising was out of the question; at most, he would eat just a tiny bit less at each meal.

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Woken up once again in the night by an inexplicable heat and emptiness, Xu Yanqing weakly buried his head in the quilt. He hadn’t been sleeping well these past few days; whenever he closed his eyes, he would dream of boundless heat and an uncontrollable restlessness within his body.

Xu Yanqing no longer suspected himself of being a pervert. Instead, he was wondering if he had contracted some strange illness.

Thinking this, Xu Yanqing couldn’t help but toss and turn in bed like a pancake. Not only was he completely awake, but he was also extremely agitated.

The rosy blush on his chubby face, which had appeared due to sleepiness, quickly vanished, leaving him looking somewhat pale. Xu Yanqing sat up from the bed in annoyance, raising a hand to cover her chest. His heart was pounding rapidly.

When his body was feeling uncomfortable, Xu Yanqing couldn’t help but also feel angry. However, this anger came inexplicably and had nowhere to be released, making him feel so wronged that he wanted to cry.

The original owner would have Mu Yu keep watch at night, but Xu Yanqing didn’t have this habit, so at bedtime, he would send Mu Yu back to his own room.

Getting out of bed, Xu Yanqing pushed open the door. The night view of the mountain was beautiful. Though not as bustling with lights as modern generations, it possessed an indescribable tranquility.

The night air carried a slight chill, and the sky was filled with stars, beautiful as a fairyland. But at this moment, Xu Yanqing was in no mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery in the sky. He was extremely agitated, and the back of his neck began to feel hot and sore again.

Bang! Xu Yanqing kicked the lounge chair in the courtyard, but he had no strength in her leg. The kick only made the lounge chair produce a sound and sway back and forth a few times, with no other change.

Xu Yanqing felt as if even a lounge chair was bullying him, making him feel even more wronged. In his irritation, he thought of the Taoist priest next door who often appeared in his dreams.

The peach blossoms in the courtyard had already fallen, and the branches were now lush with leaves. Xu Yanqing didn’t know what he was thinking; he clearly didn’t want to cause trouble for himself, but on an impulse, he climbed onto the peach tree and looked towards the neighboring courtyard.

Afterwards, Xu Yanqing referred to this state as “being possessed by ghosts.” Anyway, under the impact of various complex emotions—wronged, agitated, and frustrated—Xu Yanqing had muddleheadedly stood on the peach tree and met the gaze of the immortal-like Taoist priest on the other side.

Yin Yanjun had just finished reviewing a stack of memorials and ordered Wen Jing to send them to the palace. Perhaps after drinking a cup of strong tea tonight, he didn’t feel sleepy at the moment, so he pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard.

Kneeling before the writing desk in the courtyard, Yin Yanjun placed the lamp in his hand on a corner of the desk, then slowly turned the pages of the book before him.

As it was bedtime, he was only wearing a plain white robe, covered by a smoky gray cloak. The topknot of his hair remained meticulously combed, and his face was as cold and noble as Xu Yanqing remembered, so sacred that it could only be admired from afar.

The peach tree branches rustled under Xu Yanqing’s weight. Yin Yanjun faintly raised his eyes and looked over.

The young master’s face, full of youthful vigor, still carried a hint of immaturity. His large, moist eyes blinked, appearing very lively, though his eyes were slightly red, with faint tear stains clinging pitifully to his plump cheeks.

Perhaps startled by Yin Yanjun’s sudden upward glance, Xu Yanqing’s body, standing on the peach tree, swayed slightly as their eyes met.

Yin Yanjun looked up at the startled young master, his eyelashes trembling slightly. He was about to speak when he saw the young master sway and then smoothly climb from the peach tree branch to the top of the wall and sit down.

The heat at the back of Xu Yanqing’s neck seemed to intensify upon seeing the seemingly unworldly Taoist priest Xuanchen. Xu Yanqing sniffled pitifully, then caught a familiar peach scent.

Tilting his head, Xu Yanqing raised a hand to touch the back of his neck. The sweet peach scent seemed to be emanating from him, and the suppressed agitation in his heart grew stronger. So, he just sat on the wall, shedding two streams of pitiful tears.

The young master, dressed in a thin sleeping gown, appeared somewhat slender, unlike his plump face. He was exquisitely delicate and refined, and when shedding tears, he seemed even more endearing. Yin Yanjun couldn’t help but recall the young master’s pleading voice in his ear that night.

Yin Yanjun, uncharacteristically, seemed lost in thought. Xu Yanqing impatiently swung his legs dangling against the wall and called out, “Taoist Priest!”

The young master’s voice was a little soft and sweet, his lips pouting slightly in a wronged manner. A gust of wind blew, and the young master’s thin body couldn’t help but shiver. Coupled with his red eyes, he looked even more pitiful.

Yin Yanjun regained his composure. His sitting posture was as dignified and elegant as ever. His voice remained calm and cool. “Young Master, why are you sitting on the wall?”

Xu Yanqing’s body was scorching hot, as if on fire. He stared intently at the cold and detached Taoist priest in the courtyard, secretly grumbling in his heart that this man had been fiery hot just the other night, yet now that he was off the bed, he was so distant and indifferent.

“Uncomfortable, can’t sleep.” Thinking that, he glanced at the elegant and upright Taoist priest in the courtyard, yet Xu Yanqing still answered obediently.

The temporarily built wall wasn’t high, but the young master’s swaying appearance on it was somewhat alarming. Yin Yanjun looked at him calmly. “Young Master, come down first.”

Xu Yanqing blinked his watery eyes, looked at the height of the wall below, and then slightly pouted. “I can’t get down.” He was like a tipsy, clumsy little bug, swinging his legs leisurely, not at all anxious even though he couldn’t get down.

Yin Yanjun suddenly parted his lips and chuckled softly. “Then what does Young Master intend to do?”

The man, out of bed, was indeed heartless. Xu Yanqing was terribly hot; he felt his head was about to melt into a paste. After a moment of thought, he beckoned to Yin Yanjun. “Taoist Priest, come here for a moment.”

As the young master beckoned, his body sitting on the wall swayed more violently, looking as if he was about to fall off the wall.

Yin Yanjun looked up at the young master on the wall. They exchanged glances in silence for a moment. Finally, he surrendered, calmly lifting his robes and rising, walking a few steps to the wall.

“I’m going to jump down, Taoist Priest; make sure you catch me.” The young man’s lips curled into a wanton smile, then his body swayed and fell downwards.

Yin Yanjun extended his arms, and the two embraced each other, the sweet peach flavor becoming even more intense. Yin Yanjun felt that the young master in his arms was burning hot all over. His body stiffened for a moment, and he couldn’t help but recall that night when the young master’s entire body was just as scorching. At this moment, he couldn’t just push him away, so Yin Yanjun didn’t know where to rest his hands.

 

The moment Taoist Priest Xuanchen’s hands touched his body, it instantly brought him an uncontrollable tingling sensation. Xu Yanqing rested his head against the Taoist priest’s chest, sniffing his scent.

“Taoist priest, your person is cold and aloof, and your scent is also cold and sharp,” Xu Yanqing’s misty eyes curved slightly as he raised a hand to touch the Taoist priest’s noble and aloof face.

Their posture seemed a bit too intimate. Yin Yanjun merely looked at the young master in his arms, his expression unchanging from beginning to end.

The young master’s plump face had an unnatural flush, and the scorching heat of his body was also abnormal. Yin Yanjun finally frowned slightly, extending his long, pale fingers to test the temperature of Xu Yanqing’s forehead.

“Are you drugged again?” Yin Yanjun carried him to the side of the writing desk and placed him on the prayer mat, asking indifferently.

Xu Yanqing’s fingers rubbed against the short beard on the Taoist priest’s chin, feeling a bit prickly. So he groggily lifted the Taoist’s face with both hands and gently shook his head, saying, “No, I think I’m sick.” Since he had transmigrated, he seemed to have become abnormal, like a beast that can be in heat anytime, anywhere.

“Should I call a doctor?” Yin Yanjun frowned slightly.

Xu Yanqing shook his head indistinctly. He raised Yin Yanjun’s long, delicate hand and placed it on the back of his neck. “It’s so hot here; it’s so uncomfortable.”

The young master’s voice carried a hint of grievance. After speaking, he couldn’t help but nuzzle his fluffy head into Taoist Priest Xuanchen’s embrace, much like a cute and pampered cat.

The skin beneath his hand was indeed abnormally hot. Yin Yanjun couldn’t help but rub it a few times, but the young master in his arms shivered.

“Uncomfortable?” Yin Yanjun was stunned for a moment, then asked slowly.

The young master shook his head, his moist eyes comfortably squinting, his voice carrying a hint of coyness. “Touch me again.”

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