Meixiang picked up the red ginseng paste and looked at it. Sheng Xiyan swallowed her saliva.

"I'm thirsty, please make me a cup."

Sheng Xiyan sat down again and started eating cherry pancakes.

Evil dragon, every time you make me angry, I will think of A Yan.

Ayan, please take me away quickly. I don’t want to stay in this broken palace anymore.

Our mansion must be very beautiful, right?

Ah Yan is still the best, he will never be so fickle...

Ah Yan......

Meixiang came in with the soaked red ginseng and found that Sheng Xiyan had fallen asleep on the couch.

I quickly covered him with the quilt and took the glass plate of fried cherries from my hand.

That night, there were lightning, thunder, wind and rain.

Rainwater slanted down from the glazed tiles.

The entire palace seemed to be engulfed in the violent storm of the autumn night, and it was shrouded in darkness.

Xuan Ling walked from inside the hall to outside the hall,

"Move the tuberose in quickly."

The rumble of thunder cut through the night sky, roaring like a giant beast, deafening.

Eunuch Fu advised, "Your Majesty, it is very windy and rainy outside. You should go to the palace to get warmer."

Xuan Ling was silent for a long time.

"Heading to Guanju Palace."

Now? Eunuch Fu glanced at the stormy night.

"Your Majesty, why don't we do it tomorrow? You'll get wet in the rain, and if that hurts your body..."

"Prepare the sedan chair."

"Yes, I'll go right away."

After a while, Xuan Ling came out of the Yangxin Palace with a guard holding an umbrella and got on the sedan chair.

There were lightning and thunder at night, and the palace servants carrying the sedan chair were extremely careful and walked very slowly.

"Avoid the big trees."

Lightning flashed across the night sky and thunder roared like thunderbolts.

Finally, after an incense stick of time, it stopped at the gate of Guanju Palace.

Two guards holding umbrellas accompanied Xuan Ling into the main hall.

Xiao Zhuozi shouted, "Your servant greets the emperor."

The shouts were heard throughout the temple.

The general ran down from the soft couch in the hall, reached the door, and ran down the stairs.

"Father!"

"Baby, stand still!"

Xuan Ling strode up the stairs and picked up Jiang Jiang.

"Father, your shoulders are wet." He blew away the water droplets with his little mouth.

Xuan Ling kissed the little cheek, "Do you miss your father?"

"I think about it!"

As I walked into the hall, a delicate woman came up to me.

"Your Highness, I pay my respects to you."

A moonlit skirt with patterns that trailed on the ground like a halo, and the skirt surface shone with an elegant color like moonlight.

The clouds in my temples are about to cover the snow on my cheeks.

After not seeing her for two days, she looked so fragile that she seemed to be broken with a single squeeze.

"The weather is bad, why is the emperor here?"

Sheng Xiyan stepped forward to get the silver satin shell cloak for the emperor.

A lot of rain fell off the cloak.

Jiang Jiang smiled and said, "Of course the emperor misses us two babies."

Xuan Ling looked at Sheng Xiyan and praised:

"My dear, you are right. Father is afraid that you two will be frightened by the thunder and lightning, so he came here."

Sheng Xiyan used a handkerchief to wipe the rain off his hair with an indifferent expression.

Xuan Ling coaxed Jiang Jiang, "Baby, go prepare some things for your father to play with you first."

"OK!"

Jiang Jiang happily ran to look for books and toys.

Sheng Xiyan had just wiped the water off his hair.

Xuan Ling held her hand,

"My beloved, didn't you see that the rain also got on my face?"

Sheng Xiyan placed the soft handkerchief on his cheek. She really didn't want to look at this face. It was annoying.

She lowered her eyelashes and carefully wiped the rain from the emperor's temples.

His long arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to him.

"I know that I've been accompanying Mi'er these past two days and neglected my beloved concubine. Isn't this why I'm here? Can you please stop being angry?"

Sheng Xiyan shook her cheeks and said, "Mi'er Mi'er, so annoying."

She handed the handkerchief to Hua Xia and stroked Xuan Ling's chin.

Her eyes were fixed on the thin lips with beautiful lines. It was better to look at the lips than at his eyes.

She was afraid of him before, and now she is annoyed by him.

"How could that be? Am I that ignorant? Sister Mi'er has just entered the palace, and it is only natural for the Emperor to spend more time with her."

Xuan Ling lifted her jaw and forced her to look at him.

"Yanyan, I finally understand what it feels like to love two people. I really want to communicate with you. How do you feel?"

Because of their unequal status, he could favor two women, but it was a sin for her.

Sheng Xiyan said calmly:

"I cannot express the feeling of loving two people.

But I love the rust spots in my body more than I love you."

Eye contact is a kiss without emotions.

Narrow and long eyes, with distinct black and white pupils.

The peach blossom and apricot eyes are as clear and calm as a pool of spring water.

Xuan Ling held the back of Sheng Xiyan's head, lowered his head and slowly kissed her, touching the softness that he had been thinking about day and night.

Yanyan, you are being stubborn, and there is clearly loss and unwillingness in your eyes.

Do you know how hard it has been for me to wait for this moment?

You finally understand how to care about me.

He comforted her carefully and licked her tenderly, which showed the love and warmth flowing in his blood.

Sheng Xiyan closed her eyes, tears seeping from her eyelashes.

Which one is the real him?

Why did it change?

Do you know how caught off guard and sad she felt?

The general came and squeezed in between the two of them.

"Father and Mother, please stop kissing me and go play with me!

Xuan Ling let go of Sheng Xiyan's face. He was used to holding her face and kissing it.

"Okay, father, go play with the baby."

Xuan Ling hugged Sheng Xiyan, took Jiang Jiang's hand, and went to the soft couch in the inner hall.

The father and son were having fun and smiling, and Sheng Xiyan gradually calmed down. Nothing was more important than her child's happiness. How happy Jiang Jiang was that Xuan Ling came to Guanju Palace.

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