When Sheng Xiyan heard the words "residual snow hanging on branches", she sneered in her heart: Is this a hint to me?

She raised her eyes to look at Xuan Ling, but saw that his eyes were deep and his expression was difficult to discern.

Xuan Ling said in a low voice, "In my opinion, the red plum blossoms are still the best. The branches covered with snow look withered and withered."

Sheng Xiyan's heart sank: Great, you two are implying something to me together!

Xue Qiong brought the plum blossom close to Xuan Ling and said in a delicate voice, "Your Majesty, would you like to smell the fragrance of this plum blossom?"

Xuan Ling let go of Sheng Xiyan's hand and moved his goose down cloak away as well.

Sheng Xiyan suddenly felt a chill, as if she had fallen from a warm cloud and turned into a lonely little fat bird with a round belly.

Xuan Ling smiled brilliantly and looked at Xue Qiong gently.

Xue Qiong glanced at Sheng Xiyan provocatively and said frivolously, "Sister Noble Concubine, you are pregnant. It is not suitable for you to sit for a long time in such a cold weather. You should go back quickly."

As she spoke, she gently placed her hand on Xuan Ling's.

Sheng Xiyan was about to retort, but saw Xuan Ling hold Xue Qiong's hand in his own.

She was very familiar with this action of his - because he always held her hand like this.

Illusions are always illusions.

Sheng Xiyan felt bitter in her heart. For example, the painting "Banban Ruhua" just now, could it be a painting of separation?

Xue Qiong noticed Xuan Ling's actions and was secretly happy: the love Gu had reached its maturity stage.

Her wrist was pressed tightly against Xuan Ling's skin, making the love poison more potent.

She deliberately said in a delicate voice: "Your Majesty, why is the Concubine glaring at me so fiercely? Xueqiong is so scared."

As soon as the words fell, Xuan Ling suddenly turned around, grabbed Sheng Xiyan's neck with his big hands, his eyes were cold, and his voice was icy: "Are you glaring at Xue Qiong?"

Sheng Xiyan was frightened by his sudden action and trembled all over. Her throat was strangled and she couldn't make a sound. Only tears rolled down her eyes.

Seeing this, Hua Xia and Mei Xiang hurried over and knelt down to beg, "Your Majesty, the queen is still pregnant. Please have mercy!"

Xue Qiong's lips curled up into a smug smile. It seemed that the time was ripe.

The palace maids and concubines around secretly watched and whispered.

Xue Qiong pulled Xuan Ling's arm affectionately and said softly, "Your Majesty, please forgive the concubine this time."

Xuan Ling then released his hand and said coldly, "My Lady, you are pregnant, so I will spare you for now. Xue Qiong, I will take you for a walk."

After saying that, he took Xue Qiong's hand and left.

Sheng Xiyan burst into tears, almost unable to breathe. Hua Xia hugged her tightly: "My queen, don't be sad."

Sheng Xiyan was so heartbroken that she couldn't speak. Her face flushed red and she felt despair in her heart.

There's no going back, he really has changed his mind.

Why was he so gentle and caring towards me one moment, and then turned so cold-blooded and ruthless the next moment he saw another woman?"

She cried until she was drowsy and whispered, "Go back to Guanju Palace, go back..."

Hua Xia wiped away her tears and choked up, "Okay, I'll take you back to Guanju Palace, and we'll go back to our own territory."

The palace maids hurriedly called for the guards and carefully helped Sheng Xiyan into the sedan chair.

The sunset glow on the horizon seemed to be crying blood, dyeing a large area of ​​the sky red.

Inside Guanju Palace, the palace servants were busy as hell.

Some went to ask for the imperial physician, some prepared dinner, and some boiled medicine...

Sheng Xiyan was lying on the golden nanmu auspicious beast bed, drowsy and unconscious.

Gao Guiyi and Lin Jieyu hurried over and asked anxiously, "President Wu, is the imperial concubine okay? Is the child okay?"

After examining the patient's pulse with a hanging silk thread, Court Judge Wu sighed, "Don't worry, my two young ladies. The Imperial Concubine and the dragon fetus are fine. They are just overly sad and depressed. All I can do is ask the Imperial Concubine to relax."

Gao Guiyi and Lin Jieyu stayed until midnight before leaving worriedly.

Before leaving, he told Hua Xia: "If you need help, come to us."

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, candlelight flickered.

Xuan Ling sat in front of the throne, reviewing memorials attentively.

Xue Qiong stood aside grinding ink, but her eyes were fixed on the empty seat next to the dragon throne.

She murmured softly, pretending to be tired: "Your Majesty, Xueqiong is tired of standing. Can I sit here?"

Pointed to the empty seat on the dragon throne.

Xuan Ling grasped her wrist and spoke sternly, "Xue Qiong, you've overstepped your bounds. Do you know what the Dragon Throne represents?"

Xue Qiong was startled and thought to herself: Imperial Concubine Ming often sits here, why can't I? It seems that the love Gu is not mature enough.

He quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "Xue Qiong was wrong, I won't do it again in the future."

Xuan Ling smiled slightly and continued to review the memorials.

He was an extremely diligent emperor and was very focused on government affairs.

"Come, send the princess back." He ordered without even looking up.

Xue Qiong said coquettishly: "Your Majesty, it's getting dark."

Xuan Ling glanced at the sky outside and said calmly, "Xiao Fuzi, use the imperial guards to escort the princess back."

Xue Qiong still wanted to fight for it: "Your Majesty, can I stay tonight?"

Xuan Ling paused with the crimson brush in his hand and said coldly, "Xue Qiong, you've overstepped your bounds again. It seems you need to learn the palace rules carefully. Xiao Fuzi, tell the princess."

Eunuch Fu said, "Princess, according to palace rules, no concubine can stay overnight in the Yangxin Palace. You haven't been canonized yet, so you can't. Unless..."

He glanced at Emperor Xuanwu and didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence - "Unless the emperor lets you sleep with him tonight."

Xue Qiong curled her lips and muttered, "Then why can the imperial concubine live in the Yangxin Palace for so long?"

"Noble Concubine?"

Xuan Ling paused with the red pen in his hand, his mind blank for a moment, and he said calmly, "My Lady, I have spoiled you. Aren't you going back to Guanju Palace?"

After saying that, he continued to look down at the memorial.

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