It leaped up again, bit the dragon's neck, and stung it like a whirlwind.
Xuan Ling hugged her tightly and silently endured her anger.
A layer of sweat appeared on my forehead, caused by the pain and the throbbing.
Half of your neck is stung and turned red. How are you going to face the officials tomorrow?
Xuan Ling suddenly turned over and pressed her down.
"Yanyan, it's time for me to go back."
“Hmm~~~~~~~”
An hour later,
Sheng Xiyan's face was flushed red, and her whole body looked as if it had been washed. She pushed Xuan Ling away weakly.
"I want to sleep."
"Okay, I'll hold you and rest."
"No, I'll sleep alone."
Xuan Ling smiled helplessly and picked up the neatly folded gauze dress on the plum blossom table next to him.
He picked her up and said softly:
"It's late summer, you can't sleep naked, you'll catch a cold.
How come our Yanyan is so beautiful? Her hair is black and soft, her eyebrows are curved, her mouth is small, her skin is white and her waist is thin.
How could there be such a perfect woman like Yanyan in the world?
I am fortunate to have met you in my three lifetimes."
Sheng Xiyan was staggering and being manipulated in a daze.
I don’t have the energy to say: Stop trying to fool me, Tyrannical Dragon.
Xuan Ling put on a gauze dress for her and carefully took her hair out from the collar, afraid of pulling out a single hair.
Under the thin gauze dress, there are mottled red and blue marks all over the body...
"Have you calmed down now?"
"I will sleep alone... Your Majesty, please don't touch me."
"I know. Go to sleep."
Sheng Xiyan squinted her eyes and fell down, moving towards the bed, and Xuan Ling covered her with a silk quilt.
Yanyan, what should I do with you?
Maybe you will gradually accept this.
He held her hand and closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The next day was a big day.
It is the autumn imperial examination held every three years.
Early in the morning, long queues formed outside the Imperial Examination Hall in the capital.
After the scholars' identities were verified, they entered in turn.
Everyone was full of energy and eager to try, many of them were seen off by their families.
Sheng Jingheng only had a servant boy by his side.
"Master, if you insist on not letting Madam come to see you off, Madam will be so anxious."
"If she comes and sees so many people, she'll get even more anxious. It's better for her to stay in the shop."
The line ahead was still long, and Sheng Jingheng stood upright. He had dreamed of this scene for six years, and it was right before his eyes today, as if it were a dream.
A scholar in gorgeous clothes squeezed out of the crowd in front, and next to him was a young woman in a pink dress. The two were chatting and laughing.
Suddenly a carriage came from behind, and Sheng Jingheng saw that the woman had her back to her and was about to be hit by the carriage.
At the critical moment, he quickly reached out and pulled her inside.
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