Sheng Xiyan didn't need to think about it, she just needed to think of Qi Yan, and the suppressed tears flowed easily. Why was God so cruel to take away the only man in the world who cared for her?
Xuan Ling was in the hall, picking up the memorial. He looked out and saw the beauty in the garden with her head down, the jade in her hand motionless, rubbing her eyes with her sleeve from time to time. Was she crying?
What on earth made her suddenly sad again?
What else could she be sad about? She must be thinking of Qi Yan, a good woman who values love and friendship.
They were a loving couple. Xuan Ling felt a little envious of Qi Yan. At least he had loved passionately, and even after he passed away, this woman still missed him so much.
Having dampened the emperor's interest, after dinner, Sheng Xiyan returned to Yufu Palace without being summoned.
In fact, she was performing for the emperor at first, but soon she was really heartbroken. Thinking of Qi Yanxiang made her heart ache and she couldn't stop crying.
I warned myself all the way, not to let my imagination run wild, to put away my sadness. For Jiang Jiang, I should be strong. Who would want to see you so sad? Especially not the emperor.
At midnight, everything was quiet and the whole world seemed to have fallen asleep.
However, Xuan Ling lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, with the figure of a woman always lingering in his mind.
This woman is indeed a cause for sympathy.
She has no family to rely on, and the only person she can depend on is him.
Xuan Ling knew very well that as long as he trained her a little, she would become his most powerful chess piece to balance the harem.
But for some reason, he felt a little uncomfortable when he thought of this.
Unable to endure such torture, Xuan Ling simply got up and left Xiandu Palace.
Carrying a pot of fine wine, he jumped lightly onto the roof.
He likes to be accompanied by the bright moon in this quiet night and to confide his heart to the stars in the sky. It is undoubtedly a great enjoyment for him.
His eyes casually swept across the palace in the distance, and suddenly, a petite figure came into view.
I saw the figure sitting quietly on the steps of a palace, alone and looking particularly lonely and desolate.
Looking closely, it turned out to be Sheng Xiyan.
At this moment, she was looking up at the bright moon, tears pouring down like a broken dam.
"Yan Lang, I'm saying goodbye to you. From tomorrow on, I can no longer think of you. I'm going to bury you deep in my heart. Will you blame me? Blame me for being a heartless woman... I'm sorry..."
"I'm not capable enough, not strong enough, and I don't have the confidence to lead the generals alone. Can you understand? Yanlang, can you send me a dream? Wuwuwu..."
She leaned against the cold pillar, her body trembling slightly, tears streaming out of her eyes like a dam breaking, and sliding down her cheeks.
Her slender and fragile shoulders kept shaking with sobs, as if carrying endless sadness and pain.
The low crying sound was like a sad song in the middle of the night, full of powerlessness and a deep desire to confide.
Not far behind her, Xuan Ling stopped quietly and stared at her silently.
He listened to her mumblings, felt her deep longing for Qi Yan, and also heard her self-blame.
The next morning, when the first ray of dawn pierced the sky, Xuan Ling slowly opened his eyes and woke up from his sleep.
At this time, Eunuch Fu walked in with a beautiful woman.
Sheng Xiyan has taken off the simple white dress she wore yesterday and replaced it with a fresh and refined long dress in the color of sunny days after rain.
She seemed to be trying to say goodbye to the past and welcome a new life through this dress, but she seemed a little powerless and struggling.
She helped Xuan Ling wash and change clothes with a somewhat awkward attitude. Her movements were a little clumsy but she was very attentive.
Xuan Ling keenly noticed that her eyelids were obviously swollen and her complexion was not very good, but these blemishes were covered up by the carefully applied powder, making her originally pale face look a little more rosy.
Especially the crimson lipstick on the lips adds a touch of gorgeous color.
Sheng Xiyan knew very well that as the king of a country, Xuan Ling had to rush back to the palace early to attend the morning court.
Therefore, she hurriedly got up at four o'clock in the morning, quickly washed and changed her clothes, and then waited outside the door, just to be able to come in in time to serve the emperor.
Only in this way can it be said that one has truly fulfilled his duties.
She knelt down and carefully tied the jade belt and jade pendant for the emperor, and meticulously adjusted the corners of the gorgeous brocade robe.
Xuan Ling stood up and walked out of the palace. His steps were not as hurried as usual, but rather steady and slow.
He stopped at the gate of the palace.
"Sheng Xiyan?"
"emperor."
Sheng Xiyan looked up at the sound, a smile that brought joy to everyone's heart plastered on her face, as beautiful as a lotus emerging from the water. Clearly, she had taken his words from yesterday to heart and put on this mask specifically to please him.
"Sheng Xiyan, I have a brand new task for you to complete."
"Your Majesty, please give your orders."
"From now on, I hope you can draw a portrait of me every day. I wonder if you can do it?"
Since you want to start a new life, forgetting your former husband is your first priority. I will lend you a hand! With my handsome appearance, I'm sure it won't be difficult for me to paint him every day.
This task was really not easy. Sheng Xiyan's pair of clear almond eyes stared at the emperor in front of her, as if she wanted to deeply imprint every detail of him in her mind, fearing that after he left, she would not be able to recall the appearance of this noble emperor.
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