After a while, Commander Xue of the Imperial Guards came to the Hall of Mental Cultivation in person with eight guards.
Xuan Ling's gaze was like an endless abyss, making people feel a deep fear.
He looked them up and down, examined them one by one, and stopped at a tall, handsome guard.
Xuan Ling stood up from his throne, walked straight to him and compared them carefully.
I am seven feet eight inches tall, with the body of a nine-headed bird, a small head, broad shoulders, a thin waist, and long legs. The overall proportions are perfect.
Few could match him. This guard was an inch shorter, but his figure was barely acceptable.
I have a beautiful face, and although this guard is not very pretty, he looks very awkward.
Xuan Ling stroked the imperial green ring on the ring finger of his right hand.
His eyes were cold as he asked, "What's your name?"
The guard was so frightened that he knelt down hurriedly and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, my name is Ah Bing."
A low, cold voice uttered from the man's thin lips, "Commander Xue, do you think he is good-looking?"
Commander Xue quickly knelt down and said, "He does look ordinary."
Xuan Ling glanced at Eunuch Fu again, "Little Fuzi, you say."
Eunuch Fu tried to hide behind, fearing that he would be asked this terrible question, but he still couldn't avoid it.
He said very seriously: "Your Majesty, I am indeed an ordinary person."
Xuan Ling turned and walked towards the throne. His handsome, aloof face had eyes as cold and clear as the stars in the winter night.
He curled his lips in a playful manner. What a joke! Yanyan doesn't even like me, so how could she like this guard?
But since he touched Yanyan's hand, he couldn't let her go.
"Pinch the fingers six times, and the rope is worth seven cents. Pull them down and apply the torture."
"Your Majesty, spare my life."
Ah Bing was so frightened that he kowtowed fiercely and shouted urgently, "Your Majesty, the Concubine Zhaoyi read my palm and said that she has averted my bad luck. It won't fail."
The guards were about to drag him away when they heard Emperor Xuanwu order:
"Forget it. Since Concubine Chen has already resolved the issue for you, I will give her some mercy and spare you. If you do it again, you will be torn apart by five horses, and even the gods cannot save you."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, and thank you, Empress Zhaoyi."
After Ah Bing kowtowed, he ran out of the hall as if escaping for his life, and vowed to stay around Guanju Palace the farther away the better.
After dinner, the Jingshifang brought out the green cards.
"Your Majesty, please turn over the cards."
"I'm busy, I'm leaving."
Wang, the chief steward of the Jingshifang, was responsible for ensuring the emperor's continued lineage, so serving the emperor in bed was a matter of great importance.
Eunuch Lafu said depressedly:
"Tell me, how should I explain this to the Empress Dowager? The Emperor hasn't accepted anyone into the harem in days."
Eunuch Fu reminded: "The emperor is busy with state affairs, and his body needs rest."
Steward Wang nodded in understanding, "Indeed."
Xuan Ling walked towards the inner hall and took the large wooden box from the golden sandalwood frame.
Inside is a portrait of him drawn by Sheng Xiyan.
From the initial rigid lines to the later smooth charm, this is the process of change that they gradually became familiar with from the palace outside the palace to the palace inside.
A large piece of cotton paper was spread out on the large planning table.
Xuan Ling held the wolf-hair brush in his hand and in a short while, he painted a picture of a beauty. The last stroke was placed on her right cheek, forming a small dimple.
Eunuch Fu recognized her immediately and said, "Empress Zhaoyi is so beautiful."
Xuan Ling carefully picked up the painting and hung it on the wall.
He wanted to paint another one.
This time, when Eunuch Fu looked at it, he found that the painting was not a beauty, but a baby. It was not the same thing as a baby.
In a moment, a little boy and a little girl, two delicate and beautiful little babies appeared on the paper.
Eunuch Fu racked his brains and observed the children's expressions. He found that these two children did not look like the eldest prince, the newly born little prince, or the two princesses.
Her eyebrows and eyes look very much like the emperor, and also very much like Concubine Chen?
"Oh, Your Majesty, if Concubine Zhaoyi gave birth to a little prince or princess, wouldn't she be just as adorable?"
Xuan Ling's eyes were gentle, as if he already had two children with Sheng Xiyan.
"Hang up, slave."
"etc."
Xuan Ling suddenly remembered that there was a blank space in the middle of the drawing paper.
He quickly drew the smiling general.
"The young master is my elder brother. Your Majesty painted him so well that I recognized him immediately."
Father will never forget Jiang Jiang.
You are my eldest son whom I truly love.
Love doesn't stop just because of a few heartbreaks.
Love is repetitive,
Figured it out tonight.
It will fall again tomorrow night.
In Guanju Palace.
On the golden sandalwood bed, Sheng Xiyan's face was flushed, her eyes were blurred, and she was pointing at some portraits.
Zuixunxun asked: "How come you change so quickly?"
Snap! Snap!
Two big tears fell on Xuan Ling's face on the drawing paper.
"Am I just a little slow? ...
Why don’t you wait a little longer? Woo woo woo…”
Hua Xia came in to extinguish the butter lamp and add ice cubes to the ice jar, but then she heard the sound of crying.
I walked to the bed and saw two wine jugs on the palace carpet under the bed.
Hey, my lady, you are drunk again.
Pulling aside the veil, "My Lady, are you still awake? This servant will talk to you."
Sheng Xiyan sobbed:
"Hua Xia, he's a liar. He doesn't really love me at all. If he really loves me, how can he let go just like that?"
Hua Xia patted her back to comfort her,
"Your Majesty, the Emperor still loves you. I'll accompany you to the Yangxin Palace tomorrow. You can talk to the Emperor and we'll definitely be back to normal."
Sheng Xiyan's tears burst out from her eyes.
"Why should I go to him? I won't go!
"I'm never going to draw him again."
She picked up the portrait, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into her mouth.
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