The pair of yellow cloud satin and rattan beaded boots came closer and closer with dignified steps.
Sheng Xiyan shrank her body. Today she was wearing a pink and purple dress with a Baoxiang flower pattern. When she curled up, she looked like a peony bud about to bloom.
Suddenly, the footsteps stopped and the hall became unusually quiet.
Xuan Ling quietly followed her, bent down to see her trembling eyelashes and squinting her eyes, obviously pretending to be asleep.
He suppressed his laughter and said nothing.
Sheng Xiyan thought, "Hey, he went out again? Why is there no sound?"
She wanted to look back, and just as she turned around and squinted her eyes, she was suddenly lifted up by the man's slender and strong arms.
The delicate facial features are flying around.
Xuan Ling sat down and pinched her slippery face:
"Yanyan, you're not very good at pretending to be asleep. I saw through it right away."
His face is dignified and elegant, but his expression is playful, which is extremely discordant and beautiful.
Sheng Xiyan pried his hand away, frowned, and said angrily, "Don't touch me."
Xuan Ling hooked her chin and said, "Hey, I haven't seen you for two days, and you won't let me touch you anymore?"
His voice was full of doting, with a hint of tiredness and hoarseness.
"I am not feeling well and I am not in good spirits. I cannot serve Your Majesty. Please move elsewhere!"
She said this angrily and wanted to lie down, but his arm supported her back.
"Okay, let's talk openly about having children."
Sheng Xiyan sobbed, and her tears were like pearls that could not be scattered.
"Be good, don't cry. My heart breaks when you cry."
He gently wiped away her tears with his warm fingertips and stroked her head tenderly.
Sheng Xiyan said aggrievedly:
"If the Emperor gives me a bowl of contraceptive soup every time I sleep with him, why don't we end our relationship now and be good friends again!"
The more she cried, the sadder she became. Xuan Ling held her in his arms and gently stroked the back of her neck to comfort her.
"Yanyan, do you know why I do this?"
"Before entering the palace, the maid told me that if the emperor didn't want to leave an heir after the concubines slept with him, he would give her contraceptive medicine or have the eunuchs in the imperial chambers massage her acupuncture points...
Does the Emperor treat me as a tool for pleasure?
Sheng Xiyan shrugged her shoulders and sobbed as she spoke.
Xuan Ling listened to every word and said slowly:
"Yan Yan, at that time you said you didn't want to sleep with me because you were afraid of giving birth. I didn't understand at the time until one night when I had a dream.
In the dream, you and I met, got to know each other, and fell in love.
You gave birth to several children in succession, and before I could even feel a bit happy, you started bleeding heavily. I watched the blood flowing out from under you. Do you know how devastated and regretful I was?
I never want to be apart from you, understand?"
Sheng Xiyan stopped crying,
Leaning back, looking him straight in the face, I asked seriously:
"Is this the reason why the Emperor doesn't allow me to have children?"
Xuan Ling stared at her with deep eyes, full of deep love.
"Yanyan, compared to your safety, the child is not important."
God knows how many times he dreamed of having a child with her.
"Is it really not important?"
Sheng Xiyan pursed her lips and asked with tears in her eyes.
It is obvious that children are very important to men and women in love because they are the fruit of love.
Xuan Ling was speechless for a moment and couldn't pretend that he was not hurt.
After a long time, his eyes became red.
Holding her face in his hands,
"Yan Yan, do you know how much I envy you and Qi Yan?
At first, I envied your love with Qi Yan,
Later, I envied Qi Yan for being loved and missed by you like that.
Later, I envied Qi Yan and you for having such a lovely child like Jiang Jiang."
Sheng Xiyan's two white and tender hands also held his cheeks.
"So, Your Majesty, don't you regret not letting Xiyan have children?"
"Yan Yan...don't ask, I don't want to answer this question."
He didn't want her to see how upset he looked, so he hugged her.
Sheng Xiyan leaned her face against his neck and shed tears of emotion.
"When I was little, if I got hurt somewhere, my parents would always coax me by saying, 'It's okay, it's okay, it will prolong your life.'
Therefore, Xiyan is no longer afraid of having children."
He held the back of her head with his big hands.
"Yanyan, don't worry. I will choose an outstanding prince for you to ensure your status."
Sheng Xiyan asked softly:
"But Xiyan wants a child who looks like both the emperor and me, what should I do?
There is a reason why Shen Wanrong had a difficult delivery. I will pay great attention to protecting the fetus and she will be safe.
What's more, I understand medicine.
Your Majesty, don't you believe that I am a blessed person?"
Xuan Ling's mouth corners involuntarily rose, and he was deeply touched.
There is a sparkling light in his eyes, which is a spark of emotion and love.
Then I heard her say:
"Oh, I understand. The Emperor wants to favor another concubine and uses the prince as an excuse, right?"
Suddenly, he turned her face over and fiercely covered the little red mouth that was talking nonsense.
Sheng Xiyan's delicate body trembled slightly, and she reached out and hooked her hands around his neck, responding to his heat.
His lips were warm.
At first, he bit fiercely, but then he softened the biting involuntarily, and treated it with great care as if it were a treasure.
"I love you very much,
Now love,
I will love you more in the future.
Yanyan, did you remember?
I want our child, I really want it, I really want it."
"Hmm.....Chirp.....Ningning~~~~"
Xuan Ling hugged her delicate body, which was as slender as a willow branch, and fell slowly into the hibiscus tent.
The breathing sound beside my ears is getting hotter and hotter.
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