Sheng Xiyan touched the phoenix crown on her head and said coquettishly, "No wonder Hua Xiafei asked me to dress formally. So she wants to be in a painting? But palace rules say that only the empress and the emperor can be in paintings, right?"
Xuan Ling pinched her face and said with a smile: "I am the biggest rule. I will only enter the painting with you."
Sheng Xiyan stroked her pregnant belly and smiled: "But I don't have a good figure now."
Xuan Ling held her in his arms and walked slowly forward, his tone gentle enough to melt the ice: "Yan Yan is at her most beautiful right now, and this is also the most precious time. We must record it. We can enjoy it with our children in the future."
"The painter said that what stands out most in the painting is not sitting upright, but showing the loving affection in our daily life."
In the imperial garden, the two of them sat snuggling on mahogany chairs.
"Xuanlang, do you still remember this chair?"
Xuan Ling wrapped her in a cloak.
"Of course I remember. That was when you first entered the palace. After everyone in the Cining Palace had paid their respects, I brought you and Jiang Jiang here. Jiang Jiang was playing with Yu Mo, and you kept looking at him anxiously. I comforted you and told you to relax."
He pinched her earlobe.
"We are both sitting on this chair, and you have deliberately kept a little distance between us. Don't think I don't know.
You said you wanted to work as a medical officer in the Imperial Hospital. I know you were afraid because you had just entered the palace, and you always felt that you should do something to be worthy of me.
"I remember the emperor told me that I didn't need to do anything, I just needed to see you smile from the heart, right?"
Xuan Ling tightened the collar of her cloak, pressed her into his arms, and said in a deep voice:
"My requirements for you have not changed. You don't have to do anything. Just standing there is already better than everyone else."
Sheng Xiyan leaned in his arms, feeling warm in her heart.
The winter sun shone on the two of them, as if dispelling all the haze.
The painter picked up his brush and painted, freezing this scene on the canvas - the emperor is affectionate, the concubine is beautiful, and under the warm winter sun, their love is as eternal as a painting.
"emperor!"
A sweet call broke the winter tranquility.
Xue Qiong was wearing a plum blossom mink cloak and walked slowly towards her, her eyes full of charm.
Sheng Xiyan frowned and muttered in a low voice: "The dirty stuff is here again."
Xue Qiong walked up to Xuan Ling, holding two plum blossoms in her hands, and asked with a smile, "Your Majesty, which do you think is more beautiful, the red plum blossoms or the plum blossoms covered in residual snow?"
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