Xuan Ling opened the drawer and searched, then looked on the desk and incense table, and ran to the sandalwood wardrobe in the hall and opened the door to look.
Sheng Xiyan secretly opened her eyes, raised her head and looked around, wondering what he was looking for.
The dignified emperor buried his head in the wardrobe and rummaged through it. Sheng Xiyan covered her mouth and laughed secretly. His appearance was so different from his usual seriousness that it was really cute.
Xuan Ling rummaged around and closed the wardrobe quietly. Sheng Xiyan quickly lay down and pretended to be still unconscious.
This woman secretly painted a portrait of her ex-husband. Where would she hide it?
Xuan Ling walked out from the inner hall and searched the niche on the plum blossom couch in the outer hall.
There are pens, ink, paper and inkstone here, so the portrait must be there.
He slowed down his pace and searched carefully until he found a large box of his own portraits. He picked them up and looked at them carefully. He found that the most recent ones he had drawn all had angry faces, with crooked noses, rolled eyes, and slanted mouths.
"Sheng Xiyan, is this how you show respect to me?"
She must have painted her ex-husband's portrait as handsome and elegant, but painted me into this horrible look.
Xuan Ling even searched the cracks under the couch, but unfortunately he didn't find any other portraits.
With her hands on her hips, she said confidently, "She must be hiding somewhere to reminisce secretly. Where could she be hiding?"
Walking back to the inner hall, Sheng Xiyan was so frightened that she dared not even breathe.
I was turned over by the man and felt him turning the mattress behind me.
I wonder what the Emperor Xuanwu is looking for? He is looking for something that does not respect the emperor's appearance.
Although Sheng Xiyan couldn't figure out what it was, she was certain that Xuan Ling was angry with her for this reason.
Xuan Ling turned her over again, and with his tall figure, he bent over her and stepped over the mattress on the other side of the curtains.
A deep and mellow scent of agarwood and ambergris made Sheng Xiyan open his mouth and nose and take a deep breath. This was the aura of an emperor, the aura of a dragon, and he had to breathe more.
I don't know why, but I really want to hug him, or be hugged by him. Alas, women need to be hugged and nourished, otherwise there will be problems with their body and emotions.
Sheng Xiyan secretly reached out and placed her hand on his slender waist.
Xuan Ling didn't notice anything and found nothing. He snorted and stood up beside the bed.
He lowered his head and glared at Sheng Xiyan coldly, "You silly girl! Qi Yan's death anniversary is coming soon. I will always find a way to find evidence of your indecision."
He walked out, but unwilling to give up, he came back and pinched the beauty's cheek hard.
Sheng Xiyan cried out in pain, but didn't dare to shout loudly.
She pretended to get up and said delicately, "Your Majesty~~......"
But he had already walked out of the palace gate with big strides,
In the courtyard, Xuan Ling heard the general's laughter coming from the side room and ordered, "Go and bring the young master out."
Sheng Xiyan went to the screen window and took a peek, and saw Xiao Zhuozi bringing Jiang Jiang out of the ear room, with Jiang Jiang holding a little black kitten in his arms.
"Father, cat."
Xuan Ling said, "General, put the cat down first and go to the Yangxin Palace with father."
Jiang Jiang had just gotten a little pet, so he was unwilling to let go. He muttered, "Father, can we go together?"
He wants to carry the kitten to the Yangxin Palace?
Eunuch Fu was covered in cold sweat. The Yangxin Palace was so solemn, but there wasn't even a cat hair there.
But he didn't expect Emperor Xuanwu to put his arm around Jiang Jiang's shoulders and said, "Let's go."
Jiang Jiang was so happy that he cheered, jumped and danced, completely forgetting that his mother was still left in the house.
After the imperial carriage left, Hua Xia and Mei Xiang came in and saw Sheng Xiyan meditating on the bed.
"My lady, are you alright? Let us help you bathe and change your clothes to remove the dampness. Let's make the water hotter today."
Sheng Xiyan closed her eyelids, placed her hands on her knees, and said softly:
"True high energy lies in slowness and stillness. I must hurry and understand the Emperor's reasons for this, so that I can formulate appropriate countermeasures."
After a long while, she slowly opened her eyes and said with certainty, "I almost guessed what was going on."
"What is it, my lord?"
It must be something related to Qi Yan, otherwise Emperor Xuanwu would not care so much about it.
"I'm sure it's the neighbor's Dun Guiyuan who did this. Next, I'm going to use two tactics from Sun Tzu's Art of War. The first is to use the opponent's tactics against them, and the second is to pull the ladder out after he's already on the roof."
Hua Xia and Mei Xiang asked excitedly, "How do we do it? Tell us quickly, young lady."
Sheng Xiyan leaned close to their ears and whispered something, and the two of them nodded continuously.
"My lord, this is a good idea. Let's do it tomorrow."
Sheng Xiyan shook her silk trouser legs, "Hurry up and give me a bath! I was kissed by a rat and I was scared to death!"
Hua Xia smiled and said, "Don't worry, my lady. It's not a mouse, but a little black kitten. I brought it back for the young master to play with. It's now following the imperial carriage to the Yangxin Palace."
Sheng Xiyan stroked his chest gently, "I'm glad it's not a rat, otherwise I'd have to take some anti-plague medicine."
In the rear hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Jiang Jiang was sitting on the palace carpet teasing a kitten, which was making humming little sounds.
Xuan Ling walked in after bathing, with a beautiful face and black hair draped over her shoulders, like a banished immortal.
She came before him and sat on the palace carpet,
It was as if I saw myself as a child. What child doesn’t like animals?
"Jiang Jiang, what do you like about it?"
Jiang Jiang grinned, his eyes sparkling as he said, "It's cute and fun."
The needs of children are so simple. Xuan Ling stroked his bun and saw the dimple on his right cheek, his eyes lingering there.
"Just tell me, father, what does your mother do every day?"
"exist?"
Jiang Jiang tilted his little head and said, "Mom, I'm doing incense seals, reading books, and drawing."
Xuan Ling asked again, "What did she draw? Can you see it?"
The general laughed heartily, "Paint my father!"
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