"Nonsense! It seems I haven't taught you the modesty of a woman."

Xuan Xi pulled Xi Yan away and stretched out his hand to produce a ruler.

"Hands out."

Qi Hu pleaded, "Emperor, Xi Yan knows she is wrong, please forgive her."

Xi Yan stretched out her hand and waved it playfully in front of Xuan Xi, making sure that he couldn't bear to hit her.

The entire heaven knows that there is a fairy servant in Zixi Palace who is beautiful and smart, and is loved by the emperor.

What Xi Yan didn't expect was that the stick really hit her, and it hurt terribly.

After a moment of daze, she cried so hard that the earth shook.

Xuan Xi pressed her mute point, which made Xi Yan so angry that she jumped around on the spot, and Qi Hu was so anxious that he went to plead for mercy again.

"Emperor, Xiyan is feeling very uncomfortable. Can you help her?"

Xuan Xi waved his hand and hung Qi Hu upside down on the tree.

Time flies. Xi Yan accompanied the Emperor in the Heavenly Palace for two thousand years. She learned magic, understood etiquette, and understood many truths.

Recently, the Immortal of the South Pole sent many magical herbs and rare flower seedlings to Xuanxi.

Xuanxi takes good care of the flowers every day and waters them gently.

Xi Yan saw it, but felt an inexplicable sourness in his heart.

One day, Xuanxi went out to meet his immortal friends.

Xi Yan stole the wine, held the jug, and took a few gulps. She felt drunk and her cheeks flushed.

Seeing this, Qi Hu stepped forward to dissuade him: "Xi Yan, you are drunk, put down the wine jug!"

But she pushed him away, staggered to the garden, lit a ball of fire in her hand, and said with a proud smile:

"I am the baby that the Emperor raised with all his heart and soul. Emperor, there can only be me as a flower, no other flowers allowed. I want to burn them all!"

Before she finished speaking, she waved her hand and threw the flames into the garden.

In an instant, the magical grass and flower seedlings turned into ashes.

Qi Hu hurriedly grabbed her, but Xi Yan drunkenly shouted, "The Emperor is mine! No one can take him away!"

When Xuanxi returned, he saw the Zixi Palace in a mess and frowned.

When he walked up to Xi Yan, he saw the faint cinnabar red mark between her eyebrows and was shocked: "Oh no, the seal is about to be broken!"

He hurriedly carried her into the house and recast the seal.

Xi Yan's eyes were blurred with drunkenness. She suddenly put her arms around his neck and kissed his lips.

Xuan Xi was stunned. In his hundreds of thousands of years of life, this was the first time someone had touched him so boldly.

Her kiss carried the scent of wine and hostility, and she fiercely ordered:

"You are not allowed to smile at other flowers, you cannot be gentle to them, you only have to smile at me, be gentle to me, otherwise I will kill them! Burn them!"

Xuan Xi pulled her away. Her warmth was still on his lips, but his body was hot and uncomfortable.

He immediately used stronger spiritual power to point at Xi Yan's eyebrows to seal the evil in her body.

Xi Yan fell asleep. Xuan Xi gently stroked her face and said lovingly, "As long as I teach you carefully, your evil nature will definitely fade away."

In the Yangxin Palace, Xuan Ling woke up from his dream with beads of sweat on his forehead.

He sat up, his eyes deep, as if he was still immersed in a dream.

The orioles are singing on the island in the river.

A beautiful lady is a gentleman's dream.

This coincides with the fact that he originally gave Sheng Xiyan Guanju Palace as her bedroom.

He stood up and walked towards the back hall. On the dragon couch, Sheng Xiyan was sleeping soundly, and the brocade quilt was kicked aside.

Under the moonlight, her skin was as white as snow and her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, overlapping with Xi Yan in the dream.

Xuan Ling sighed softly, "You're already grown up, and you're still kicking the quilt."

He covered her with the quilt carefully and looked closely at Sheng Xiyan's eyebrows. Was there a cinnabar mark? No.

Laugh at myself for taking the dream seriously.

He held her carefully in his arms and said, "Forget it. I won't be angry with you anymore."

Sheng Xiyan pouted her red lips and hummed a few times, "I want to eat fermented rice wine, ginger soup, and mochi soup... muah..."

Xuan Ling's eyes narrowed. Could it be that Qi Yan had done this to her again?

I take back what I said just now.

He pushed her aside and covered her with a bright yellow quilt.

Pointing at her, he asked in a low voice, "You're pregnant and can't eat anything else. You just like this and that he makes. Are you still thinking about him in your heart? Can't forget the old love?"

He asked in a low voice, "Do you still like Qi Yan?"

Sheng Xiyan hesitated for a moment, "...I like..."

Xuan Ling: “…”

Feng's eyes widened.

That’s great. I’m still thinking about my ex-husband.

This woman is in Cao's camp but her heart is with Han. She is still restless even when she is pregnant.

I won't sleep with you anymore. I'm so mad at you.

Xuan Ling looked out the window at the moonlight with a melancholy look.

How am I going to live the rest of my life, falling in love with such a heartless woman...

I was blinded by lust, I forgot my roots, I deserve it.

After she gives birth, I will select a beauty...

Based on her appearance, I will choose another docile woman who is devoted to me, and tell her to go away and find her ex-husband.

"Leave all the children to me, including Jiang Jiang. When the time comes for you to leave, I won't even blink an eye."

He left the dragon bed without mercy and returned to the soft couch in the outer hall to sleep.

Sheng Xiyan turned over and said, "I like it... the sugar water... it's delicious..."

Early in the morning, Sheng Xiyan was having breakfast, but he was not paying attention.

Xuan Ling's harsh accusations yesterday were still echoing in his ears. He felt aggrieved and stirred the bowl of porridge with the silver spoon in his hand, but was reluctant to take a bite.

Suddenly, a palace maid came hurriedly to report:

"Your Highness, Rong Guiyi is kneeling outside the palace with his hair disheveled, begging and crying. He says that the eldest prince, Yu Mo, is suffering from vomiting and diarrhea, and it's like he has an epidemic. Please save him!"

Mingyue heard this and hurriedly advised:

"Your Majesty, you must not take any risks! This epidemic is serious, and you are pregnant. You absolutely cannot take any risks!"

Sheng Xiyan felt a pang of sadness when she heard Rong Guiyi's heart-wrenching cries outside the palace.

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