"Also, Prince E's Mansion requested permission to visit the generals in the palace, and I have agreed. If you don't want to see them, I will refuse Concubine Shu tomorrow."
Sheng Xiyan pursed her pink lips slightly, revealing a hint of lingering dissatisfaction, which was caught by Xuan Ling. He was even more certain that she had a very hard time in Prince E's Mansion, and he couldn't help but feel even more sorry for her.
"Come if you want to. I have no objection."
Xuan Ling understood that she was considering Qi Yan, so she allowed them to meet Jiang Jiang.
Changing the subject, he pinched her cheek and said with a smile, "Well, my beloved's round and smooth breasts are finally back."
Sheng Xiyan held her face in her hands and asked tenderly, "My face brings prosperity to the country and peace to the people. Does the emperor like it?"
The peach blossom eyes are bright and sparkling, like a pair of the most dazzling gems in the world.
Xuan Ling felt that this was probably the richest expression in the world, which made him feel very satisfied. He stretched out his wide sleeves and gently hugged her.
"Yanyan, it's all in the past. You don't have to be afraid of anything in the future."
His arms were broad and warm, and the faint scent of agarwood mixed with ambergris made Sheng Xiyan feel at peace.
"Your Majesty, my lady, dinner is ready."
Jiang Jiang ran over, climbed onto Xuan Ling's legs, climbed onto his knees, and snuggled in the space between Sheng Xiyan and Xuan Ling's bodies, giggling.
Xuan Ling embraced the mother and child, like a towering tree protecting them.
Sheng Xiyan crawled out from his arms, kissed him on the left cheek, stood on his knees, and imitated him by kissing his right cheek.
Xuan Ling was surrounded by warmth and softness. At this moment, he felt the happiness of an ordinary family. His beloved woman and clever children surrounded him.
"Let's go have dinner. Let me see what delicious food Yanyan has prepared. You don't know that I listened to several reports in a row this afternoon. I'm so tired that I'm starving..."
On the rosewood round table were eight delicacies, two hot soups, and four staple foods and snacks.
"Your Majesty, please try this chicken fritter dish. It's made with tender chicken and shrimp, topped with Huaimao sweet noodle sauce."
Xuan Ling took a bite and praised, "It's full of freshness and fragrance, not bad."
"Your Majesty, please drink some lotus seed and pork belly soup. It will be good for your stomach and intestines."
Xuan Ling took a bite and said, "Yan Yan is thoughtful."
After dinner, Sheng Xiyan tentatively said, "Your Majesty, I will go take a bath. You can rest for a while."
"Go ahead."
Xuan Ling was playing with Jiang Jiang on the couch. When Sheng Xiyan walked to the flower hall and looked back, this scene was that of a father and son. If others didn't say anything, they would be no different from a real father and son.
In the year when Qi Yan died in the battlefield, Sheng Xiyan was most worried that Jiang Jiang would be without father's love from then on. However, since entering the palace, Jiang Jiang received precious father's love from Xuan Ling, and his personality became cheerful and lively.
Half an hour later, Sheng Xiyan came back from the back hall after taking a bath.
Jiang Jiang has been taken away by the wet nurse to rest.
In the inner hall, Xuan Ling was leaning on the rosewood bed and reading a book.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw Sheng Xiyan walking towards him gracefully from the palace carpet.
She was wearing a honey-colored soft smoke silk cross-collared long gown. The soft fabric outlined her graceful and exquisite figure in a charming way.
She is a stunning beauty who can make men excited at the first sight of her.
Her long seaweed-like hair falls lightly behind her, lightly sweeping her eyebrows. Her skin is as smooth as jade and soft as a creamy luster. Her cherry lips are rosy and tender, and two strands of hair gently brushing her face add to her alluring charm.
Her eyes turned cleverly and she walked towards him in a charming and beautiful manner.
"emperor."
Xuan Ling extended his hand to her, staring at her intently, and spoke in a voice so soft that it could melt her.
“There is no beauty that surpasses all others; a beauty is pleasing to the eyes.
Yanyan's beauty is so stunning that it astonishes everyone in the world."
Sheng Xiyan stroked her face, a faint blush on her shy face. Being praised by the emperor was always a great affirmation and enjoyment.
Xuan Ling touched her hair and took the soft brocade handkerchief hanging on the golden rack.
"There's still moisture on your hair. I'll dry it for you. Be careful not to catch a cold."
Her hair was waist-length, and he held the ends of her hair and wiped it gently, doing every move meticulously.
Sheng Xiyan looked at his slender jade-like hands holding her black satin hair, and felt a warm current spreading in her heart.
"Come up."
He pulled her to sit on the bed, her silk sleeves fluttered, the fragrance was endless, and the red lotus curled in the autumn smoke.
"Yanyan, what kind of hair oil are you using? It smells so good."
"Osmanthus oil."
Xuan Ling leaned close to the back of her neck and sniffed, "It's not the scent of osmanthus."
Sheng Xiyan's eyes rolled, and she unconsciously hugged her snow-white breasts with her arms, retracted her legs, and her face turned red.
Xuan Ling knew that it was the moisturizing oil that moisturized that spot.
Both of them fell into awkward silence.
"emperor....."
“Yan Yan…”
The two called each other at the same time. Xuan Ling pursed his lips and smiled darkly and asked, "What does Yanyan want to say?"
Sheng Xiyan pointed to the book beside her and said, "Your Majesty, there are a few passages in the Zizhi Tongjian that I don't quite understand. May I ask you for your guidance?"
"Sure, Yanyan, why wouldn't you understand? I'll teach you myself."
He held her in his arms and explained patiently. The alluring fragrance emanating from her cross-collared gown made the jade ring involuntarily move to her slender waist.
Sheng Xiyan originally wanted to put the "Zizhi Tongjian" here today so that he could use it to talk about his elder brother's imperial examination, but he found that the atmosphere had gone astray.
The fingertips gently rubbing her waist made her blush and her heart beat fast. She wanted to scream and hug his neck tightly.
The heat behind his neck was enough to show that Xuan Ling was also in a trance, and the book in front of them became a decoration for the two of them.
Sheng Xiyan let out a moan, and Xuan Ling came back to his senses, trying his best to calm his pounding heartbeat.
He pretended to be serious and said, "It's late, Yanyan, let's rest."
"OK."
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