She quickly explained: "No, I was just playing this game with my sister."

Xuan Ling placed her sideways on his strong arms and let her lean on him carefully. Sheng Xiyan's eyes and eyebrows were filled with strong charm, like a blooming peach blossom, exuding an alluring fragrance.

Her eyes were seductive, as if she wanted to refuse but couldn't. She looked up at him slightly, like a charming and shy little deer.

Those bright almond-shaped eyes sparkled with crystal light, and Xuan Ling felt as if he was immersed in a magnetic field full of charm.

At the first sight, she exudes a unique temperament, which has both a cool and elegant charm and a charming and attractive style.

This unique temperament made it impossible for him to take his eyes off her easily, as if he was attracted by an invisible force.

The slender waist, which can be held in one hand, sways lightly like a willow in the breeze, which is very tempting.

Sheng Xiyan stretched out her white and tender legs and gently placed them on the chest of Xuan Ling's dragon robe, stroking it softly.

Xuan Ling's eyes flashed with a fiery light as they met hers.

There was no need for words at this moment, their eyes were deeply entangled, and their hearts were blended in this moment.

"Your Majesty..." she whispered softly, her voice as tender and gentle as the spring breeze blowing past her ears.

Xuan Ling slowly lowered his head and let his coolness gently fall on Sheng Xiyan's rouge-red, tender, and soft lips.

This kiss was like a gentle test, but it instantly ignited the spark of passion.

…There was a hint of coolness on her lips at first, which was quickly replaced by a warm temperature.

Like a raging fire, it quickly spread throughout the body, burning each other's hearts.

Sheng Xiyan went from being clear-headed at the beginning to having her mind go blank, like a plum soaked in honey, sipping the rich sweet malt sugar.

The emperor was solemn, and his kiss had a steady rhythm, as if he was telling a beautiful legend with a long history, making the lovely woman in his arms unconsciously intoxicated by it.

When he let go of her, the pink fingertips that were gripping his arm loosened slightly, and a faint fragrance was exhaled.

Xuan Ling lowered his head to gaze at the beauty, his crow eyelashes trembled slightly in shame, and his face was as red as a peach.

For a moment, he forgot his status as an emperor and just wanted to be an ordinary man and sink into depravity with her.

The hall was very quiet, with only the flickering flames of the butter lamps.

He looked at her, she lowered her eyelashes, and gently kneaded his robe with her long fingers, as if rubbing his heart.

After an unknown amount of time, I heard a voice outside the palace, "Young Master, we need to rest now. We can play again tomorrow."

Sheng Xiyan glanced out the gauze window, and when she turned around, she looked at Xuan Ling. He was still staring at her with a warm and gentle look on his face.

The palm across the slender waist was sometimes tight, sometimes loose, just like the heartbeats of the two people, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

His eyes were deep and blazing, as if burning with endless passion.

Their eyes met, like two stars meeting in the night sky, shining brilliantly.

In this quiet atmosphere, time seems to have stopped.

Only the faintly flickering butter lamps witnessed the subtle emotional exchange between them.

Xuan Ling felt her body temperature and softness.

Her body trembled slightly, as if responding to him.

The intimate contact brought their hearts closer, and their breathing became faster.

Late at night, two people were lying on their sides inside the flower bed curtains.

Sheng Xiyan pretended to be asleep with her eyes closed and her hands under her head.

Her mind was lingering over the situation that Qi Yan had introduced to her before. Emperor Xuanwu ascended the throne at a young age, had the whole world in his grasp, and was proficient in both civil and military affairs. In the years since he took over the government, all six border countries had fallen.

At the age of eighteen, he personally led the army to war, and his iron-blooded tactics made the foreign countries dare not invade again.

The emperor does not show his feelings, and no one cares about him.

Moods are changeable and unpredictable.

Being a woman for such a talented, ambitious, and majestic emperor is actually stressful, especially when you want to win his heart.

Suddenly, she felt a gust of wind blowing against her ear, and as warm fingers touched her earlobe, a strand of hair was tucked behind her ear.

"Three months..." a low voice.

Sheng Xiyan wondered what he meant by three months. Then he said, "Half a year?"

Isn’t three months exactly the time from when she entered the palace until now?

Xuan Ling's hand was just a little distance away from her cheek, not touching it, but sliding gently, bringing a slight breeze to the fur on her skin.

Half a year is how long it took her to fall in love with Qi Yan, so how long would she like him?

Let's wait and see.

Xuan Ling took out the arm she was resting her head on, gently held her little hand, and slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Sheng Xiyan wondered if the emperor's questions today and his whispers at this moment could be understood as him wanting to talk about love, like ordinary men and women.

It must be like this.

The next day, in the western warm room of the Yangxin Palace.

Emperor Xuanwu picked up his brush and painted a picture. It was a beautiful woman with a charming smile, beautiful eyes and a charming look.

When she smiled, there was a small, barely visible dimple on one side of her cheek, and he gently touched it.

Eunuch Fu came in and exclaimed, "The Emperor's calligraphy is so vivid and lifelike. Is this Young Lady Sheng? She looks just like her."

The head steward of the Imperial Household Department came in and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, Jiangnan has sent five bolts of Shu brocade as tribute. The Empress sent me to ask how to distribute them. Should we store them first and then give them away as rewards later?"

Shu brocade is the mother of all brocades, and every inch of it is worth its weight in gold. Only a few bolts of Shu brocade were used as tribute each year, making it extremely rare.

Xuan Ling put away the last stroke of the brush, picked up the painting, looked at it, and hung it on a wall.

"How many pieces of Shu brocade does a woman need to make a dress?"

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