BLPSG Chapter 122 ABO Extra

An unfamiliar stabbing pain suddenly emerged from the skin at the back of his neck.

 

“Hiss…” Wen Qingci couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath.

 

Unlike the Qianyuan controlled by instinct, Wen Qingci’s consciousness was extremely clear at this moment.

 

Even at this point, he still had the mental capacity to compare in his inner thoughts-the slight stabbing sensation on his neck now seemed somewhat similar to a snake bite.

 

Xie Bufeng sensed Wen Qingci’s distraction, and his sharp canines deeply pierced into the flesh the next moment.

 

Along with an unfamiliar tingling sensation, fresh blood seeped out from there.

 

The Qianyuan’s pheromones contained a component that could temporarily numb a person.

 

Though Wen Qingci couldn’t be marked like a Kunze, he didn’t feel much pain.

 

But at this moment, feelings of unease and tension arose in Wen Qingci’s heart, and he finally broke free from Xie Bufeng’s restraint by instinct.

 

In his nervousness, Wen Qingci’s movements were somewhat large.

 

The fresh blood was smeared onto his moon-white clothes, leaving a very eye-catching deep mark.

 

Accompanying this was a sweet, metallic scent.

 

The taste of fresh blood on his lips finally awakened Xie Bufeng’s reason.

 

The light amber eyes suddenly became clear.

 

Xie Bufeng paused, then immediately stepped forward to support him: “…Qingci, are you alright?”

 

His voice was even hoarser than before, like a traveler who hadn’t drunk water for a long time.

 

His lips had also become particularly vivid from being stained with a bit of blood.

 

“Cough, cough… I’m fine,” Wen Qingci barely supported himself on Xie Bufeng’s wrist to maintain balance, “I’m fine.”

 

The carriage was still bumping along, and Xie Bufeng finally belatedly thought to bring Wen Qingci back to his previous position, letting him lean gently against the cushions.

 

The influence of the rut period hadn’t ended, but the metallic sweetness on his lips forcibly pulled Xie Bufeng out of that irrational state.

 

He slowly clenched his fist.

 

The “marking” just now hadn’t made Xie Bufeng recover.

 

The feelings of unease and emptiness became even clearer because of it.

 

Xie Bufeng could clearly feel that he had bitten Wen Qingci’s neck, but didn’t have the sense of possession and security that came after a Qianyuan’s marking.

 

“I’m sorry…” Xie Bufeng repeated softly, over and over.

 

“It’s alright, don’t say that.” Wen Qingci’s voice was extremely soft.

 

He gently wiped away the blood on his neck with a silk handkerchief, and comfortingly rested his forehead on Xie Bufeng’s shoulder.

 

The carriage continued to sway as it headed toward the temporary palace.

 

The people in the carriage, as if they were the only ones left in the world, clung tightly to each other.

 

This wasn’t the first time Wen Qingci and Xie Bufeng had come to this Summer Resort.

 

On previous visits, Wen Qingci had brought many medical books.

 

And Xie Bufeng, according to his preferences, had built a very spacious medical hall in the resort.

 

After arriving here, Wen Qingci spent most of his time accompanying Xie Bufeng.

 

The remaining time was entirely spent in the medical hall.

 

He spent his days reading books and preparing medicines, seeming even busier than in the imperial palace.

 

Before the incident in the carriage, Wen Qingci, accustomed to this lifestyle, had never clearly realized what his lack of pheromones meant to Xie Bufeng.

 

Now suddenly aware, he began to devote his greatest energy to researching and compounding medications to alleviate the symptoms of the rut period.

 

The Summer Resort was extremely large, but being nestled against mountains and waters, most areas were somewhat damp and not suitable for storing medicinal herbs.

 

Therefore, the medical hall was built in a somewhat remote corner.

 

After finishing half a day’s work, Wen Qingci headed inward with a eunuch from the resort in the evening.

 

Passing by a rockery, he suddenly stopped, hesitated, and turned to ask the person beside him: “Jingshan, do you smell any fragrance?”

 

“Fragrance? I don’t think so…” The eunuch was stunned for a moment, blankly shaking his head, then hurriedly added, “No, no, this servant smells a bit of earthy odor.”

 

A few hours earlier, there had been a shower at the Summer Resort.

 

The air around was filled with an earthy smell.

 

Was this what Wen Qingci was referring to?

 

“…Is that so?” Wen Qingci couldn’t help but lower his head and say softly.

 

After pausing for a few seconds, he looked up again and smiled at the young eunuch beside him: “Never mind, it’s nothing important. Let’s continue.”

 

“Yes, Master Wen.”

 

After going around the rockery, that scent became more and more obvious, and Wen Qingci couldn’t help but furrow his brow tightly.

 

After much internal debate, he casually asked: “Has there been any incense burned nearby these days?”

 

“In response to Master Wen, there has been no incense.”

 

No incense?

 

If earlier Wen Qingci had only vaguely smelled a fragrance, which might have been an illusion,

 

Then the strong scent lingering at his nose now told Wen Qingci that this was definitely not false.

 

A somewhat absurd guess formed in Wen Qingci’s mind.

 

…Could it be that what he was smelling was the scent of pheromones?

 

No, how could that be possible?

 

His glands had been damaged by poison; it was impossible for him to smell pheromones.

 

Though not Taishu Palace, the Summer Resort was equally heavily guarded.

 

Guards constantly patrolled the courtyards, and every chamber had palace maids or eunuchs stationed at the door.

 

Just as Wen Qingci was lost in thought, a pair of guards in silver armor suddenly walked over from another part of the resort.

 

Seeing Wen Qingci and Jingshan, they immediately stopped and bowed from a distance.

 

But at that instant, a breeze happened to pass through the lake of the Summer Resort, blowing from the direction of those guards toward Wen Qingci.

 

The wind wasn’t strong, barely lifting the ends of Wen Qingci’s hair.

 

But it clearly carried the scent from not far away to Wen Qingci’s nose.

 

-He smelled a very distinct fragrance.

 

Wen Qingci didn’t know how to describe this scent.

 

 

It was as complex as spices accidentally spilled and mixed together in a Western Regions market.

 

“Cough, cough…” Wen Qingci instinctively coughed a few times, holding his sleeve to his nose.

 

Then, under Jingshan’s concerned gaze, he nodded gently to him and walked around those guards, continuing in the previous direction.

 

He quickly thought to himself: Military personnel and the palace guard units were probably the places with the highest proportion of Qianyuan in the entire Wei Dynasty.

 

What he had just smelled was most likely the scent of pheromones.

 

His glands had been damaged by the “Tianci” poison.

 

This damage extended deep into the nerves and was almost completely irreversible.

 

But now that the Tianci poison in his body had been neutralized, its effects gradually weakening with time, it wasn’t impossible that his glands had recovered somewhat.

 

Most importantly…

 

A few days ago, Xie Bufeng’s bite had genuinely injected his pheromones into Wen Qingci’s neck.

 

And in the modern world, “pheromone shock therapy” was a major approach to treating glandular disorders.

 

Thinking of this, Wen Qingci immediately became nervous.

 

He struggled to regulate his breathing.

 

Another breeze blew from the distance, bringing a touch of coolness.

 

Wen Qingci was absolutely certain that although he could smell this scent, he wasn’t affected by it at all.

 

After all, his glands were still in a damaged state.

 

Realizing this, his anxious heart finally began to calm down.

 

…

 

The sun gradually set, disappearing behind the mountains behind the Summer Resort.

 

Just as the last ray of sunlight was about to vanish on the horizon, Wen Qingci finally returned to his quarters.

 

His footsteps were somewhat heavy.

 

The eunuch standing guard outside the hall bowed and opened the door for Wen Qingci.

 

He nodded to the eunuch, finally adjusted his breathing, and slowly walked in.

 

This time, Wen Qingci was particularly nervous.

 

Although he had already figured out most of the reasons on his way, all of this was still too sudden and unfamiliar for someone accustomed to a world without pheromones.

 

Wen Qingci was nervous about whether he would be affected by Xie Bufeng’s pheromones.

 

He was also curious to know what the other’s pheromones actually smelled like.

 

-Though there were many Qianyuan and Kunze around him and in Taishu Palace, privately discussing the emperor’s personal matters was a serious crime.

 

Until now, Wen Qingci knew nothing about this.

 

“Qingci, why are you standing there not coming in?” Seeing him arrive, Xie Bufeng slowly put down the memorial and fixed his gaze on Wen Qingci.

 

After speaking, he walked down the long steps toward him.

 

“It’s nothing.” Wen Qingci smiled and lit the candle beside him.

 

The flame instantly shot up, illuminating the face of Xie Bufeng who had just walked over.

 

At the same moment, he gently brushed his finger across Wen Qingci’s lips.

 

Accompanying this was an unfamiliar scent…

 

The imperial physician in moon-white instinctively held his breath and couldn’t help but step back.

 

Xie Bufeng, however, as if sensing something, slowly narrowed his eyes and walked toward Wen Qingci: “What’s wrong, beloved official?”

 

Just now, at the moment the candle was lit,

 

Wen Qingci suddenly smelled a faint, barely perceptible scent of burning wood.

 

Accompanying this was a strong aroma of wine.

 

The burning wood scent wasn’t strong, and could easily be overlooked.

 

But in an instant, it pulled Wen Qingci’s memory back to several years ago-

 

He seemed to return to Changyuan, back to the moment when he saw Xie Bufeng riding a warhorse, accompanied by bonfires, leading thousands of soldiers out of the city.

 

Wen Qingci’s heart, along with that memory, quickened its pace.

 

Just as he was hesitating whether to tell Xie Bufeng what he had smelled,

 

The person standing opposite suddenly removed the jade hairpin from his head.

 

In an instant, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

 

Xie Bufeng greedily rested his chin on Wen Qingci’s shoulder, then took a deep breath.

 

“Qingci, do you smell anything?” The hoarse, deep voice came from beside his ear.

 

“…Smell?”

 

Had Xie Bufeng discovered that he could smell his pheromones?

 

Wen Qingci instinctively bit his lip.

 

Just as he was struggling with whether he should tell the truth, Xie Bufeng beat him to it, describing the scent.

 

“Like magnolia fragrance, with a hint of bitterness.”

 

“Beloved, can you smell it?”

 

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