"Young Master, you and this servant can go sit in the carriage at the back. It's very spacious. I even brought some toys with me!"
"No, I want to sit with my father."
"Just leave him here."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Xuan Ling took Sheng Xiyan's hand and she sat on the narrow cushioned couch opposite.
Today she was wearing a light yellow soft silver lily light silk fairy dress, a fairy nine-braid bun, and a few hairpins and rings. She was so elegant and noble that people could not take their eyes off her.
One advantage of sitting opposite each other is that you can see each other's every smile and frown.
"Father, is Longlu Temple fun?"
"Father and Yanyan went to worship Buddha, and asked the guards to take you to the back mountain to play. I heard the scenery is very beautiful."
"Very good!"
Jiang Jiang was extremely excited and lay on the curtain of the sedan chair to look outside. There were not many people on the streets of the capital at that time.
Xuan Ling pulled Sheng Xiyan over to sit next to him, put his arms around her from behind, and gently kneaded her jade ring through the soft gauze.
Not willing to be outdone, she fought back.
“Hmm… well…”
The two of them made an indescribable sound.
Jiang Jiang tilted his head and asked, "What's that sound?"
Xuan Ling pretended to say, "Your mother's shoulders are sore, please give them a massage."
Oh, Jiang Jiang believed it and lay down to enjoy the scenery again.
The two people behind were like cats in estrus, clinging to each other and unable to separate.
Are you not allowed to touch it anymore?
Xuan Ling sneered, lifted Sheng Xiyan's chin and kissed her without saying a word, biting and grinding her.
Sheng Xiyan was afraid that Jiang Jiang would hear her, so she forced herself not to make a sound and dodged, which made Xuan Ling want to crush her into his body.
Jiang Jiang suddenly turned around and burst into laughter.
Sheng Xiyan pushed Xuan Ling away, and the two of them put away their lust and pretended to be serious.
At this time, just arrived at the city gate,
"General, do you know when the city wall of the capital was built?"
“It’s so high.”
"Father will tell you the story."
Xuan Ling hugged Jiang Jiang and told him the story. Sheng Xiyan tied the silk ribbon on the side of her clothes and straightened her hair at the back.
This man is like a wolf.
An hour later, after touring the scenery outside Beijing, the imperial carriage stopped at the foot of Longlu Temple Mountain.
Sheng Xiyan looked up and saw so many steps?
Xuan Ling supported her and coaxed her, "Don't be afraid, Yanyan. If you can't walk anymore, I'll carry you up."
"Walking up by yourself will show your piety. I can walk well."
Running ahead, Xuan Ling helped Sheng Xiyan up the stairs one after another.
Behind him, a long black dragon of the Jinwu Army followed closely.
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