Qi Yan turned and walked towards the rain.
From now on, he can only stand outside her world and be a silent bystander.
When it gets dark
The last trace of medicinal fragrance in the bamboo garden dissipated.
The antipyretic medicine that Xuan Ling took finally took effect, and his scorching body temperature gradually dropped.
He would lie down beside the couch,
Sheng Xiyan's breathing was light and she had fallen asleep.
Hua Xia tiptoed in with dinner, and seeing that the three people were sleeping soundly, she quietly left and closed the door.
The moonlight is like water, sprinkling in front of the couch.
Xuan Ling woke up in a daze and felt that both of his hands were being tightly held.
On the left is Jiang Jiang, who looks like a docile little animal, with his ball-shaped hair tilted to one side, his chubby face pressed against the back of his hand, and shiny saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth.
On the right is Sheng Xiyan, leaning on the pillow, her snow-white cheeks flushed lightly, a few strands of black hair wrapped around her fair neck, making her skin look like jade.
Xuan Ling recalled the winter night when he was twelve years old, when he was in the mourning hall where his mother passed away. He also held the hands of the late emperor and his mother in this way.
At that time, the late emperor shook off his hand and said, "You are the future successor to the throne. Don't cry."
The warmth of their palms touching at this moment was so warm that his eyes felt sore.
Those obsessions with completeness and exclusivity, those unwillingness and entanglements, all vanished at this moment.
The two people he loved were by his side at this moment, caring for him and accompanying him.
How can such love not be complete?
I felt guilty. I shouldn't have plotted and tested Sheng Xiyan in the name of love.
Sheng Xiyan felt the fingers in her palm moving, and slowly opened her eyes, only to meet Xuan Ling's profile as he hurriedly turned away.
In the moonlight, there was a bright tear mark at the corner of his eye, like condensed night dew.
She stretched out her fingertips and gently touched the wet area.
Xuan Ling's chest heaved, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he refused to turn his head.
He was used to being strong alone, used to hiding all his fragility under the majesty of an emperor, and didn't want her to see him like this.
Sheng Xiyan felt a pang of pain in her heart. She leaned over and laid on his shoulder, whispering, "Fool, why are you trying to be so stubborn in front of me?"
Xuan Ling raised his arms and held her in his arms.
She rested her cheek against his hot chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and felt extremely at ease.
Xuan Ling felt a lump in his throat and tightened his arms.
He kissed the top of her head and whispered:
"Baby, I was wrong."
Sheng Xiyan put her arms around his neck.
In the dim morning light, birds are singing in the bamboo garden.
Xuan Ling opened her eyes, and Eunuch Fu came in quietly to help her wash.
"Your Majesty, you look so good, I am relieved."
"Where's Qi Yan?"
"The Marquis is waiting outside."
Eunuch Fu handed over a hot handkerchief.
"Where's Sheng Xiyan?"
"Madam Sheng went to the pharmacy early this morning to get medicine. She said that although the emperor's fever has subsided, he still needs to recuperate."
Xuan Ling frowned: "Why go to so much trouble? Wouldn't it be the same if I just go back to the palace and recuperate?"
Having said that, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
At lunch time, Sheng Xiyan finally came back.
Xuan Ling sat up suddenly, only to see her and Qi Yan talking in low voices beside the screen.
He pricked up his ears and heard nothing.
Sheng Xiyan came in and saw that he looked resentful, so she sat down with a deliberately stern face.
Xuan Ling immediately fell limply on her shoulder: "Yan Yan, my head hurts... and my chest hurts too..."
Qi Yan, Hua Xia and the others set out their lunch. Xuan Ling cried even louder: "My ears hurt, my whole body hurts..."
Sheng Xiyan couldn't help laughing: "Where does the emperor feel pain?"
"Here..." Xuan Ling took the tender little white hand and touched it randomly, taking the opportunity to get into her arms.
"And here..." Press it on your head again.
Qi Yan said, "Your Majesty, the lunch is simple, please make do with it."
Jiang Jiang ran in holding the rabbit: "Is Father feeling better?"
Xuan Ling leaned on Sheng Xiyan's arms and said, "Father is well. Let's have dinner together."
"I obey the order."
Qi Yan picked up Jiang and placed him on the couch. The father and son sat on one side, while Xuan Ling and Sheng Xiyan sat on the other.
"Yanyan, feed me..." Xuan Ling acted coquettishly.
"Your Majesty's hand hurts too?"
"I have a fever, and it hurts everywhere..." Xuan Ling blinked, "You're a doctor, you should know."
The general came over and said, "Father, I'll feed you!"
"Baby, you need to grow up, so eat well." Xuan Ling glanced at Qi Yan, "It will be more delicious if your father and your mother each take a bite."
Qi Yan peeled a shrimp and subconsciously put it into Sheng Xiyan's bowl. After a pause, he put it down and said, "Jiang Jiang, father will peel one for you too."
Xuan Ling thought to himself:
You little rascal, wait until I coax Yanyan back to the palace, and then I will arrange a marriage for you. There are girls chasing you around, and I see if you still have time to covet my woman.
She said coquettishly, "Yan Yan, I want to eat the shrimps peeled by Qi Yan, and you can only eat the ones peeled by me."
Sheng Xiyan stuffed the shrimp into his mouth: "Can't such a big shrimp fill your mouth?"
Xuan Ling clumsily peeled the shrimp, breaking it into pieces. "This one's broken. I'll peel another one..."
How could a great emperor ever do these things?
Sheng Xiyan was drinking the bird's nest soup, watching him frantically.
You foolish dragon, you should serve me... I have three cubs in my belly.
A whiff of greasy meat smell wafted over, and she suddenly felt nauseous and covered her mouth.
Xuan Ling and Qi Yan said in unison: "Yan Yan/A Yan, are you okay?"
Sheng Xiyan pretended to be calm and said, "It's okay. I might have choked on the medicine in the pharmacy."
"Yanyan, eat the shrimps I peeled. Ah..."
Xuan Ling fed a partially peeled shrimp into her mouth.
After lunch, the emperor was eager to return home and wanted to take Sheng Xiyan and Jiang Jiang back to the palace as soon as possible.
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