The tender green grass buds and blooming wild flowers seem to be waving.

On the way to climb the mountain, the surrounding mountains look like a picture scroll.

As the altitude increases, the air becomes fresher and the birdsong becomes more melodious.

Sheng Xiyan couldn't climb anymore and stopped. The scenery was beautiful, but it was really hard to walk.

Frowning and acting coquettishly, "My legs are weak..."

Xuan Ling smiled dotingly, picked her up by the waist and walked up.

He walked away in high spirits.

"Your Majesty, am I heavier than before? Is it hard?"

"Your weight is nothing to me. Be good and call me Xuanlang."

Sheng Xiyan put her arms around his neck and said sweetly, "Xuanlang is so nice."

As you go up, the steps become steeper and steeper, and walking with your hands on your back will interfere with your view of the ground.

"Xuanlang, it's dangerous here, let me go by myself."

Xuan Ling put her down, looked at the rugged road above, and bowed, "Come up, I'll carry you."

Sheng Xiyan climbed onto his back, and Xuan Ling carried her upstairs.

"It's so easy to carry. If I had known, I would have carried you in front."

The general jumped on the guard's back and said, "Father, can I go up first?"

"Go ahead, and be safe."

Xuan Ling called another guard to follow and protect the general.

Eunuch Fu was panting and sitting on the steps. The mountain was too high.

Two guards helped him up.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you are too tired. Can you let the guards carry the Concubine Zhaoyi?"

Xuan Ling scolded him, "If you keep talking, you little dog, I'll throw you to the wolves."

Sheng Xiyan hugged Xuan Ling's neck, leaned on his back, and felt unprecedented happiness.

Thinking back to when she was a child, she insisted on following her father into the mountains to dig herbs. When she could no longer walk, her father carried her on his back.

"Xuanlang, I feel so happy."

Xuan Ling smiled gently, and the spring breeze blew the dew on the threshold.

"I am also happy."

Half an hour later, we finally reached the top of the mountain, and Longlu Temple was right at the top of the mountain.

There are beautiful views from high places, but life is full of dust.

Sheng Xiyan wiped the sweat from Xuan Ling's temples and forehead.

He stared at her, enjoying the affection from her.

"Are you tired?"

"Yeah, a little tired."

Xuan Ling started to act coquettishly without realizing it.

Sheng Xiyan reached out to give him a massage, "Where does it hurt? Your waist?"

Xuan Ling hugged her slender waist, lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Yan Yan, go back and rub it for me again, and I want more..."

At this time, the abbot in robes came forward with several monks.

He said respectfully, "Your Majesty and Empress Zhaoyi are welcome to Longlu Temple to pray for blessings. Master Hong Gui is already waiting. Please come in."

Amidst the morning bells and evening drums, the tranquility of the temple can cleanse the soul.

Because Emperor Xuanwu is here in person today, there are no pilgrims here, only a pair of devout believers in front of me.

The ancient temple is filled with the smoke of incense.

Sheng Xiyan, holding Xuan Ling's arm, walked on the bluestone road, as if she had entered another time and space.

In the main hall, there is a saying that "the Buddha of today does not need to worship the Buddha of the past".

The emperor did not need to kneel when entering a temple.

Xuan Ling stood holding up the Buddhist incense and bowed down in worship.

What I wish for is peace and prosperity for the country and good weather.

I hope Sheng Xiyan can be happy and safe every year.

It would be great if she and I could have a pair of twins.

After Xuan Ling prayed, Sheng Xiyan stepped forward to burn incense.

His expression was so solemn that he forgot that he came here today to make a wish for a child.

There is only one prayer in my heart,

Ayan, are you doing well over there?

Please send me a dream and tell me that you are fine so that I can feel at ease, okay?

Don't worry, Jiangjiang will grow up healthy and happy, and the emperor loves him very much.

You once said that the emperor is a wise ruler, and Jiangjiang and I will live a good life under his protection.

Ayan, if you find a suitable woman there, get married. I allow you to fall in love with another woman.

When they got married, they swore to each other that they would love only one person in their life.

She was the one who regretted it first.

Xuan Ling looked at her from the side and saw tears falling down her cheeks, and he knew what she was thinking at the moment.

No interruption, just silent companionship.

Qi Yan, I will take good care of Sheng Xiyan and Jiang Jiang, you can rest assured.

The relationship between you and me as king and subject will continue in the next life.

In the next life, after that arrow hits her, I will go to see Sheng Xiyan myself.

Or maybe, there will be other ways for me and her to meet.

After an unknown amount of time, Sheng Xiyan opened her eyes, her vision blurred by tears.

Xuan Ling took out a silk handkerchief from her right sleeve and gently wiped her tears.

The two of them said nothing, just held each other tightly.

After walking around the temple, I sat in front of a towering tree.

Sheng Xiyan thought that Qi Yan didn't send her a dream because he didn't want to make her sad and wanted her to start a new life.

Putting away my thoughts, I shook Xuan Ling's hand again.

"Xuan Lang, I'm fine."

Xuan Ling stroked her head and kissed her forehead.

"Then let's go see Master Hong Gui and listen to the Buddhist teachings."

"good."

Inside the main hall, sandalwood incense was burning slowly.

Master Hong Gui is wearing a five-Buddha crown, a cassock, holding Buddhist beads, and meditating.

The abbot respectfully invited Xuan Ling and Sheng Xiyan in.

"Master, the emperor is here."

Master Hong Gui slowly opened his eyes, showing a solemn appearance and kind eyes.

He stood up, clasped his hands together in greeting, and humbly said, "Your Majesty, it has been five years since we last met. Amitabha."

"Holy monk, long time no see, Amitabha."

After the two greeted each other, Xuan Ling introduced: "Saint Monk, this is my beloved woman, Sheng Xiyan."

Sheng Xiyan nodded and smiled, dignified and elegant.

Master Hong Gui looked at her face carefully, smiled and nodded, as if there was some Zen meaning in it.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please take a seat."

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