After dinner.

Xuan Ling's eyes darkened suddenly. "Didn't Yanyan say...after dinner..."

Sheng Xiyan pulled up her clothes and fled under the bed. This man was like a wolf pouncing on its prey. How terrifying!

He was grabbed by Xuan Ling and held in his arms.

"Kitten wants to run away? No way."

"Xuan Lang, you've just recovered from a serious illness and need to take good care of yourself. Let's go to bed early. We have to go on our own journey tomorrow morning."

"You knew we'd be separated tomorrow morning, yet you still refused to give it to me. You have such a cruel heart..."

"Hasn't it been given?"

"How can that be enough? Be good, you don't have to work hard at anything, I will serve you well."

Help, send me back to the temple!

His long and strong arms wrapped around the delicate girl's back,

Sheng Xiyan raised her charming little face with a rosy complexion from his arms, and her clear eyes reflected the emperor's emotional and anxious look.

"Then you must..."

"Don't worry, my baby is the most precious, I will take extra care of him."

Sheng Xiyan's pupils widened, "Double?"

Flee to the other side in terror.

"A slip of the tongue is a gentle way to deal with it..."

Xuan Ling pulled her back again.

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The lovely girl was sleeping soundly. Xuan Ling stroked the wet hair on her forehead with his fingertips, kissed the water droplets on the tip of her nose, and put his thin lips close to her ear.

"I know you haven't completely calmed down yet, so you want to punish me with the longing for separation.

But I will never agree to eight months. I will only give you two months.

When the time comes, I will tie you back with golden chains...

Yanyan, can you call me husband next time we meet?"

Until now, he still didn't dare to ask whether she loved him more or Qi Yan more.

The morning light was dim and the bamboo garden was filled with mist.

Sheng Xiyan moved in his arms, her long black hair brushing across his chest: "Xuan Lang..."

Seeing the emperor's unhappy face, she ended her voice with a lazy tone, "Cheer up..."

Her fingertips traced the dragon pattern on his heart. "I promise to take care of myself..."

Xuan Ling remembered something and pulled over the soft armor: "Put it on." His tone left no room for questioning.

"No need..." Sheng Xiyan stopped him.

"I, a person who was driven to the temple, don't need this. The emperor is dressed to protect himself from assassins..."

Before she finished speaking, the emperor had already untied her clothes.

He said worriedly, "I am worried about you."

Sheng Xiyan advised, "I remember the emperor has several sets of soft armor. Would you mind asking my elder brother to bring me another one tomorrow?"

Xuan Ling gave up and took off his bright yellow ancient satin dress and gave it to her.

Sheng Xiyan shook her long sleeves and stood up, as if she was wearing a skirt with the hem sweeping to her knees.

Xuan Ling suddenly pressed her down on the couch.

"Remember, wear it every day..."

The bright yellow antique satin sash slipped off, revealing the bright red marks on the snow-white skin, which was the evidence of their love.

Sheng Xiyan saw Xuan Ling was in a low mood and said with a smile:

"That's great. I don't even need to wear a petticoat anymore. I'll definitely wear it every day. It feels just like Xuanlang holding me in his arms."

Xuan Ling seemed to be hesitant to speak. He wanted to ask: Why did he have to go to the temple for several months? Couldn't he just ignore him and torture him in the palace?

The emperor's eyes were red, Sheng Xiyan held his face, and comforted him with a smile:

"Xuan Lang, you are the only man in my heart.

When you return to the palace, don't worry too much. Take your medicine well and take good care of your dragon body. I will definitely give you a big surprise..."

Xuan Ling's eyes were red as he recalled the fear he felt when he vomited blood and fainted that day.

The emperor who used to be able to plan strategies is now extremely afraid of separation and death.

He grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her deeply.

Until a crisp voice came: "Father! I'm going to see the dogs!"

"baby..."

Xuan Ling straightened his crooked bun, "You have to listen to your mother in the temple..."

He looked at Sheng Xiyan, as if giving an order, "Father will come to pick you up in a few days..."

"Don't worry, father!" Jiang Jiang hugged his neck, "I will be very obedient!"

Xuan Ling held the mother and child in his arms for a long time before letting go: "Let's go..."

He turned his back and said in a hoarse voice, "Let the guards escort you to the temple first... I will send secret guards there later..."

Sheng Xiyan bit her lip and turned around, her embroidered shoes stepping over the fallen flowers on the ground.

Your Majesty, please forgive my cruelty - leaving you again,

There are two reasons:

First, it is better to have a peaceful pregnancy outside the palace than to be trapped in the intrigue and conspiracy in the palace.

Second, I want to be your equal lover, and I hope you can understand what I mean.

In front of the Marquis' Mansion, the carriage slowly drove away, and the imperial carriage set off afterwards.

Xuan Ling clenched the apricot-colored embroidered dress in his hand - it still retained Sheng Xiyan's rich body fragrance, which was his last comfort.

Noon.

Ambergris burned in the gilded beast furnace, emitting slow blue smoke, and Xuan Ling's red brush drew a blood plum blossom on the memorial.

Eunuch Fu said respectfully, "Your Majesty, the Empress, accompanied by Consort Liang, Consort Jia, and Consort Shu, requests an audience."

The tip of the Xuanling brush rested on the word "guarding the border", and the ink dripped down the wolf hair, "Xuan."

The moment the palace door was pushed open, four crimson figures wrapped in the fragrance of begonia floated in.

Empress Duan's phoenix eyes swept across the Duan inkstone with a missing corner on the imperial desk - that was the one Sheng Xiyan used to use, and it was still placed in its original place.

"I am concerned about your majesty's health..."

Before Empress Duan finished her words, Xuan Ling suddenly threw down his brush, and the splashing ink stained Concubine Liang's new Yuehua skirt.

"worry?"

The emperor chuckled, and rubbed the missing corner of the inkstone with his fingertips.

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