Her waist was so thin that it seemed like it could be broken with a single grip, but beneath her soft skin she was plump and had no bones to protrude.

The round buttocks and slender legs, coupled with the slender waist, form a charming curve.

Xuan Ling's ears flushed blood red, and his deep eyes were filled with undercurrents of desire.

Sheng Xiyan's heart was stirred up, her cheeks flushed, and even her breathing became rapid and difficult.

She slightly opened her cherry-like lips and breathed softly.

The emperor's gaze returned to that towering part again.

She was so beautiful that it almost made people lose their minds.

It seemed like a long time had passed, and there was complete silence all around, without a single sound.

Sheng Xiyan was puzzled and slowly opened her eyes, but was surprised to find Xuan Ling lying on his side on the bed, staring at her quietly.

There was an elusive glimmer in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, does your head still hurt? Let me massage it for you."

"Okay." Xuan Ling replied calmly.

Sheng Xiyan carefully stood up, knelt above his head, and began to gently massage the acupoints on his head.

She wondered to herself, what on earth was the emperor thinking? Did he think she wasn't beautiful enough, wasn't qualified to serve him in bed? That was impossible. She was still confident in her looks.

At this moment, Xuan Ling suddenly asked: "Sheng Xiyan?"

"Um."

"What did Qi Yan call you for?"

"His name is Concubine Ayan."

"How about I call you Yanyan from now on?" He wanted to call her a nickname that was different from the one he used for her ex-husband.

A nickname? This is so ambiguous. Sheng Xiyan felt secretly happy. Sure enough, his affection for her had reached a new level.

"Mm, that sounds good. I want to hear the Emperor call me like this right now. Your Majesty, please call me..."

Her tone was coquettish, and her little head was close to his ear, satisfying Xuan Ling's original intention of asking this question.

He resisted the urge to touch her and not have sex with her, in order to cultivate a good relationship with her.

He was the emperor, and it was too easy for him to get a woman, but her special features attracted him and happened to suit his aesthetic taste, so he wanted to have a good love with her.

He wanted to understand her, to do what other lovers would do, and he longed for someone who could help him escape the loneliness of being at the top.

"Yanyan." A deep voice with an imperial dignity.

"Your Majesty." She agreed sweetly, as if she had received the greatest praise in the world.

Satisfaction appeared on both of their faces, and their relationship became closer.

The massage on his head felt very comfortable, and Xuan Ling's brain gradually relaxed from the excitement just now.

With his eyelids closed, he whispered, "Yan Yan, as the emperor, my every word and action affects the fate of all people under heaven, so I must restrain my behavior and remain calm. I have forgotten what joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are."

Sheng Xiyan gently took off the Nine Dragons Golden Crown on his head, put her long fingers into his long hair, and massaged his scalp.

"Your Majesty, you have worked hard, please have a good sleep."

No one had ever expressed admiration for the emperor in this way. Xuan Ling reached out and held her wrist. Although he didn't say anything, his words expressed a deep meaning: she understood him.

After massaging his head, she massaged his shoulders and neck. Soon Xuan Ling fell asleep. Sheng Xiyan lay down and watched him from her side.

The dream begins under the golden dragon tent, and the jade pillow gently rocks me into sleep.

His sleeping posture was as straight and dignified as usual, his hands as soft as jade were clasped together and rested lightly in front of him, his black hair was spread out but not messy. It must be tiring to sleep like this, right?

Sheng Xiyan placed his hands at his sides and tried to relax his limbs.

I remember that Qi Yan’s sleeping state was not like this. He slept freely and lazily, and even snored!

Sheng Xiyan was a light sleeper. She couldn't stand the noise during her wedding, so she ran away in the middle of the night and slept in the next room.

The next day, the first rays of morning sunlight gently brushed across the glazed tiles of the Forbidden City. The early-rising "imperial cats" competed with crows and sparrows for food, and the city was full of the breath of life.

In the rear hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, on the dragon couch, the emperor held the beauty in his arms, the two of them pressed tightly together.

Sheng Xiyan opened her eyes hazily, but was held in the man's strong arms and couldn't get out even if she wanted to.

Xuan Ling closed his eyes and asked softly, "Yan Yan, are you sleeping well in my arms?"

She had clearly leaned against the innermost part of the dragon bed when she slept last night. She was also very well-behaved when she slept and didn't roll around. How could she be in the emperor's arms?

"Your Majesty, I have violated the rules and should not have stayed overnight in the Yangxin Palace. What will be the punishment?"

Xuan Ling opened his eyelids and lowered his eyes quietly. His crow feathers were long, slender and thick, and shimmered as they trembled slightly.

He usually never smiles and looks cold and stern, but when he looks at her at this moment, his eyes are filled with inexplicable affection and tenderness.

The beauty wears no makeup but her complexion is like the morning glow reflecting on the snow, with exquisite curves and charming waist, just like a bud about to bloom.

Xuan Ling couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheek flesh, which was slippery, soft, and fluffy. "No one dares to punish you, don't worry."

Sheng Xiyan felt relieved when she heard that. She lowered her head, her pretty face slightly flushed, her eyes looked around, and she looked so cute with joy.

After a night of sleep, Xuan Ling regained his imperial insight. He pinched her face and asked, "Yan Yan, how did you know I was in the Yangxin Palace last night?"

Sheng Xiyan was startled. There was a palace rule that spying on the emperor's whereabouts was a serious crime. She should confess honestly to appear sincere. She pursed her lips and said, "I know that last night was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the emperor must be in the empress's palace. Even if I wanted to apologize to the emperor, I dared not disturb him.

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