Golden dew drips from the Jade Terrace at night, and the cool breeze blows on the jade pillow in the Water Palace.

Lying down and watching the starry sky returning to the pavilion in the evening, the slanting moon's shadow turns around the sycamore tree.

The autumn night is windy and a little cold.

After leaving for more than half a month, he returned to Guanju Palace.

Seeing that Sheng Xiyan looked worried, several palace maids didn't dare to say anything.

"My Lady, I will prepare some hot water for you to take a bath and have a good sleep."

Sheng Xiyan walked into the hall,

"Hua Xia, I'm tired and want to rest."

Hua Xia pulled open the golden and red gauze curtain and helped her take off her clothes.

The pearl shirt made a sound of beads colliding as it was taken off, and Meixiang carefully held it and placed it in a large velvet box.

"My lady, don't be sad, have a good sleep."

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After tucking in the silk quilt and blowing out the candles, the two of them quietly closed the hall door.

In the golden nanmu bed, there are ten night pearls emitting a hazy milky white light.

That night, Xuan Ling hugged her, kissed her and whispered:

"You don't like to light candles, but I want to see every charming part of you, every moment of your joy. The light of the night pearl is just right."

Xuanlang, I disappoint you again.

I want to satisfy you too.

You don't know how much I fear seeing your disappointed expression.

I want to take a medicine for amnesia.

Forget the past with Qi Yan.

Tears welled up in Sheng Xiyan's eyes. She wished she was in Xuan Ling's arms, leaning against his warm chest.

He got up and pulled the gourd vine over the bed niche.

Caress the small gourds one by one.

When will he and Xuan Ling have a child? If he has a child, will he be able to let go of these things?

In the Yangxin Palace, on the dragon couch.

Xuan Ling lay on his side, sleeping only on the outer side. The inner side was where Sheng Xiyan slept these days.

His palms are broad and thick, with long fingers, exuding masculinity.

Gently stroking the bright yellow mattress,

After many days of close contact,

He has become accustomed to the delicate and soft jade that is within his reach, and has become accustomed to the black hair with tuberose scent wrapped around him.

When they first met, in Zhongcui Palace, he stared at her for a long time.

At that moment he sneered at his own loss of control, but the fact that his heart skipped a beat was undeniable.

Sheng Xiyan, do you regret meeting me?

Do you regret entering the palace that day?

The next day at nightfall.

The imperial carriage stopped at the gate of the Imperial Hospital.

Xuan Ling, wearing a black brocade robe with dragon patterns, walked in with a solemn expression.

There was a monk and a Taoist priest in the courtyard.

Master Hong Gui stepped forward,

"Amitabha, Your Majesty, we meet again."

Xuan Ling clasped his hands together,

"Saint Monk, thank you for coming all the way from Lingshan."

A few days ago, Xuan Ling sent someone to Longlu Temple to invite Master Hong Gui. When he learned that he had gone to Lingshan, he sent a carrier pigeon to ask him to return to the capital.

"Your Majesty, this is Master Zhang Tianshi, who may be able to cure the soul-stealing poison."

Zhang Tianshi was wearing a Taoist robe, his hair and beard were all white, he had an extraordinary look between his eyebrows, a gaunt face, and he looked like an immortal.

"Your Majesty, your bearing is extraordinary, and I have long admired you."

"I have heard of the name of the Heavenly Master for a long time. It is a pleasure to meet you today."

The three of them entered the Imperial Hospital together.

Inside the house filled with the aroma of medicine,

Master Hong Gui and Master Zhang Tianshi examined Qi Yan separately and discussed for a while.

"Your Majesty, the so-called soul-stealing is when sorcerers use magic to steal the three souls and six spirits of their victims and make them serve them.

The old Taoist can use his inner strength to break it first, but this poison involves the soul.

Whether General Qi can truly overcome his difficulties and regain his consciousness depends on his resolve."

Xuan Ling stared at Qi Yan,

"Thank you, Master Zhang. I believe he can do it."

The floor of the room was covered with cushions, and several people were sitting cross-legged.

Zhang Tianshi performed a ritual, placing his palms on Qi Yan's back. A light blue-silver light overflowed from his palms and entered Qi Yan's body.

Xuan Ling twisted the jade Buddhist beads in his hands and watched quietly.

Qi Yan gradually regained consciousness from his coma.

A scene emerged, the eve of leading the troops to war.

That night, he ran back to Prince E's Mansion wearing armor, wanting to say goodbye to Sheng Xiyan.

In the bamboo garden, Sheng Xiyan sat on the steps with a look of depression and sorrow on her face.

Seeing him come in, she jumped down the steps and ran towards him.

The two hugged each other tightly.

"Ayan, you're pregnant. You can't run around rashly anymore. What you did just now was too dangerous."

Sheng Xiyan said with tears in her eyes:

"I've taken note, Ayan, be careful on the battlefield."

He kissed her.

"I will, don't worry. I will definitely return triumphantly in half a year."

Sheng Xiyan forced a smile and stroked her belly.

"Ayan, I will take good care of myself and the baby and wait for you to come back."

He brought another big bag.

"Ayan, here are some meat strips and preserved fruits, and a pillow I sewed."

Qi Yan hugged the flower pillow with crooked stitches and said with a smile, "I will definitely sleep with it every day."

He was reluctant to leave and went to the palace at night to receive the order and set off.

The next day at dawn, when he was leading his troops along the main road of the capital, he saw a pink and purple shadow in the corner of the wall.

It’s Sheng Xiyan.

She didn't run out, and he pretended not to see it.

But my eyes were blurred by tears and I couldn't see the way out of the city.

.......

Another image immediately appeared in Qi Yan's mind.

In the palace, Sheng Xiyan wore a laurel crown and snuggled up to Xuan Ling.

She was no longer smiling at him, but was kissing another man.

His Ayan,

His wife,

Never coming back,

His home no longer exists.

The veins at Qi Yan's temples bulged and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

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