Sheng Xiyan lay at the crack of the door and peeked out through the gap.
I saw a tall man standing in the pouring rain, soaked like a drowned rat.
He covered his mouth and coughed several times.
"Enemy, you're really my enemy! You only know how to threaten me!"
She could gauge his physical condition.
Feeling indignant, he reached out to grab the door handle, ready to open it.
Suddenly, Qi Yan and his guards rushed forward like a gust of wind.
Without saying a word, they quickly picked up Xuan Ling and ran towards the house in the east.
"Let me go! You bunch of dogs are rebelling!" Xuan Ling shouted.
Sheng Xiyan stroked her wildly beating heart, trying to calm it down.
After a moment, there was complete silence outside.
The enemy is gone...
He slowly opened the door and stretched his neck to look towards the east.
At this moment, a figure came into her sight—it was Xuan Ling!
He was running towards her like a madman.
Seeing it getting closer, Sheng Xiyan involuntarily took two steps back.
Unexpectedly, he did not pounce on her as she had imagined, but stopped abruptly a few steps away from her.
Phoenix eyes fixed on her,
Then, he returned to the center of the yard again, letting the pouring rain mercilessly wash over his body.
The rain poured down so hard that Xuan Ling could hardly open his eyes. He put his hands to his mouth and shouted loudly:
"Yanyan, I will stay here in the rain until you calm down!"
Qi Yan and the guards all ran over in unison and stood not far from him, but they didn't dare to hold an umbrella for him, so they all got wet in the rain.
Eunuch Fu held the umbrella in his hand and stuffed it into Sheng Xiyan's hand.
"Madam Sheng, if something happens to the Emperor, the country will be in danger. Even if you don't consider anything else, you must consider..."
Xuan Ling scolded: "Shut up and retreat."
He stared blankly at the woman standing on the porch, unable to tell whether the water flowing down her face was rain or his tears.
There are complex emotions in my chest, I don’t know which one it is, sweet, sour, bitter or spicy.
"Sheng Xiyan, I'm not the emperor now, I'm just the man who loves you.
You don't have to worry about anything else, just follow your heart, I'm waiting for you to accept me!"
Every time he shouted, his voice was hoarse, his chest twitched, and his head felt dizzy, as if he would fall into the rain at any time.
The rain was pouring down, and the bamboo leaves were broken into jade chips in the strong wind.
The dark figure at the bottom of the stairs—he was clutching his chest in agony in the rain, letting the rain wash over his pale face.
Sheng Xiyan's stubbornness and resentment gradually dissipated, her eyes became blurred, and her mind gradually became clear.
Her heart ached, and she sobbed as her embroidered shoes stumbled, knocking over the medicine basket by the door and spilling the white peony all over the floor.
"Be careful, madam!" Hua Xia and Dayi hurried to support her.
The oil-paper umbrella fluttered like a butterfly in the wind. "The Emperor, if you get wet like this, I'm afraid your old wound will..."
Sheng Xiyan slowly walked down the steps. Hua Xia and Dayi held up an umbrella and helped her walk into the yard.
"Your Majesty!" The embroidered shoes were soaked with cold. "Do you really have to degrade yourself like this?"
The emperor's rain-soaked eyelashes trembled slightly, and he released his hand from covering his chest and held her face.
"Yan Yan... do you really not want me anymore?"
Sheng Xiyan supported him and said, "Go into the house first."
Xuan Ling hugged her tightly, and she felt his trembling as he tried hard to suppress his tears.
Only when the rain washed over his face did he dare to cry so many tears without restraint, without having to worry about the majesty of the emperor.
"Yanyan, it doesn't matter if you don't forgive me now. I will make you calm down."
“Your Majesty, are you threatening me with your own body?
You are the king who holds the people in your arms, responsible for their well-being. How can you be so willful?"
Xuan Ling's scalding forehead pressed against her cold neck, his breath filled with the smell of blood:
"Let me be willful this time,
What do the people of the world have to do with me?
You are the only one who is related to me... If you were not there... what would be the point of me having a vast kingdom?"
The body under the dragon robe suddenly shook, and fell straight into her arms, saying weakly:
"Don't leave me..."
Sheng Xiyan felt the disordered pulse on his wrist and was horrified: "Qi Yan! Come over and give me a hand!"
The bamboo curtain rolled up, and the two men stumbled and helped the person into the inner room.
Xuan Ling's body was shaking under his wet dragon robe.
Thunder exploded outside the window.
Sheng Xiyan and Eunuch Fu hurriedly took off Xuan Ling's wet robe, and Qi Yan brought a dry robe.
"Your Majesty, this is my robe. Please put it on first."
Sheng Xiyan's wrist was held by a hot hand.
"Don't go..."
The emperor's red face rubbed against her palm.
"I was wrong... I shouldn't have used Consort Cui to test you..."
He coughed violently, "But I'm afraid... afraid that he's the only one in your heart..."
Sheng Xiyan wiped the rain off his hair with a velvet cloth and scolded him, "Fool..."
Xuan Ling fell into Sheng Xiyan's arms and heard nothing.
"The emperor got caught in the rain and has a high fever and is unconscious. Qi Yan, I'll write a prescription. We have it in the pharmacy. Go get the medicine and boil it."
"good."
...
The emperor's face was pale on the couch.
Beads of sweat oozed from Xuan Ling's forehead, and his thin lips trembled slightly: "Yan Yan... don't go..."
His slender fingers unconsciously gripped the quilt, his knuckles turning white.
Sheng Xiyan placed a warm handkerchief on his forehead, tracing his thin features with her fingertips: "Fool..."
Leaning over and whispering in his ear,
"Who asked you to come? Who wants you to come?"
Her tone was coquettish, but she couldn't hide the heartache in her eyes.
Behind the screen, Qi Yan's hand holding the medicine bowl was shaking slightly.
He saw Sheng Xiyan leaning over, with her long black hair hanging down, and giving the emperor a kiss as light as a butterfly's wing on the corner of his lips.
The scene hurt his eyes and his heart.
"Ayan, the medicine is ready."
Qi Yan forced himself to walk in and handed over the bowl of medicine.
He tacitly helped Xuan Ling up, leaned him on his shoulder, and felt the emperor's hot body temperature.
Sheng Xiyan scooped up a spoonful of medicine and blew it gently to cool it down.
She fed the medicine attentively, and occasionally used a handkerchief to wipe the medicine that overflowed from the corner of Xuan Ling's lips.
Her eyes and eyebrows were gentle, as if the whole world only had this man in front of her.
She used to be so devoted to him.
Now, her tenderness no longer belongs to him.
Qi Yan looked at her wet white brocade socks, subconsciously reached out his hand, but then retracted it.
After a while, Hua Xia came in with a basin of hot water and took off her socks:
"Madam, wash your feet quickly. Your feet are wet just now in the yard..."
She blamed herself, "I was so busy that I lost my mind. It was the Marquis who reminded me."
Only then did Sheng Xiyan notice that the soles of her feet were cold.
I looked at Qi Yan gratefully and found that he had already quietly retreated.
Outside the house, Qi Yan leaned against the cold wall, looking up at the raindrops dripping from the eaves.
Thinking back to the time in Zhuyuan, every time he came home, Sheng Xiyan would jump for him with joy.
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