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It was only a few months since the last time he was in the Zhaoyang Palace, although the emperor at that time was thin, but he was also energetic, Ning Xiang never thought that a wind chill would take the emperor's life, and he passed away like this.

Hearing the news that Yongning had postponed the marriage, Ning Xiang couldn't tell what it was like in her heart, and she didn't know what it would be like when Yongning's filial piety period expired three years later.

Ning Xiang shook her head, trying to get these chaotic thoughts out of her mind, the emperor and her are not related, this time, although Ning Xiang's heart is a little heavy, but it is far from sad and sad, listening to the crying around her, Ning Xiang is a little embarrassed, trying to squeeze out a few tears, but she can't squeeze out, Liang Bozhao and her had called her tear bag playfully when she was in love, but when she should have cried, her tear bag couldn't cry at all, thinking of her husband, Ning Xiang's heart was slightly sweet, and she was about to show two smiles, Thinking of the sorrow around him, he hurriedly held back.

When the emperor's Zi Palace was carried out from the Taiji Palace, the crying outside the hall shook the heavens and the earth, some women almost prostrate on the ground, crying to death and life, Ning Xiang couldn't cry, she had to hang her face very low, she knew that Liang Bozhao was among the princes and ministers who supported the coffin, but she didn't dare to raise her eyes to look, for fear that others would see her and not leave a single tear, and she would say that she was disrespectful to the emperor, and Liang Bozhao was involved, and it was an incident.

Prostrate, get up, prostrate, get up, prostrate, prostrate, prostrate

The sound of the cloud board is endless, the chanting sound of the monks is like the tide, the incense and the women of the life are full of a morning outside the Taiji Palace, until the emperor's Zi Palace is carried out of the palace gate, the funeral procession is mighty, and it has been going to the Qianling Tomb, the women have been able to take a breath, and are led by the palace people to the Changle Hall near the Taiji Palace to rest, until the end of the funeral, they can go back to their homes.

Ning Xiang tossed like a puppet in the palace for a day, and when he returned to the palace, he was tired and didn't even want to say more, just let the maid serve and drink a cup of tea, and before he could take off the vegetarian on his body, he heard a sound of footsteps from the front yard, and the courtier's voice sounded, it was Liang Bozhao who returned to the house.

Ning Xiang hurriedly put down the tea bowl, and as soon as she stood up, the tall figure of the man had already entered the house, and the maid retreated with interest, and closed the door for the two of them.

"Xianggong, why did you come back so early?" Ning Xiang knew that they, the princes and ministers, would keep vigil in Qianling at night, and she thought that her husband would not return to the house tonight, but somehow she came back.

Liang Bozhao smiled, and didn't answer Ning Xiang's words, only hugged her waist, and saw that she was dressed in a vegetarian body, wrapped in a slender figure, and her little face was not powdered, but she was still moist and white, like a piece of tender tofu, and she could pinch out the water.

His fingers ran over his wife's cheek and chuckled under his breath; "When you were in Tai Chi Palace, how could you see that you kept your head down and didn't look up at people?"

Ning Xiang listened to her husband talk about the morning, and knew that he must have seen himself when he was holding the coffin, so many women were kneeling there, all of them were dressed in filial piety, and at a glance, they couldn't tell who was who.

"How do you know which one is me?" Ning Xiang was puzzled, but her heart was sweet after all, and as soon as she finished speaking, the corners of her lips were already puffed with a pair of pear vortices.

Liang Bozhao loves to see her smile the most, and when he saw his wife smiling like a flower, his eyes were soft, he hugged her tighter, leaned over and kissed her on the lips, "No matter where you are, I will always see at a glance." ”

Ning Xiang's heart was full of softness, and she only lowered her little face, a little confused, and said; "When I got up early, the ladies beside me were crying for the emperor, all of them had a handful of snot and tears, and I couldn't cry out, so I had to lower my head, for fear of being seen by others."

After Ning Xiang finished speaking, she also felt funny, and the corners of her lips were curved, which was very cute.

Liang Bozhao also raised his lips, looked at the little daughter-in-law in front of him, and really loved her, so he only held her in his arms and said with a smile; "I usually love to cry my nose, but I can't cry when I should cry?"

Ning Xiang buried her face in her husband's chest, listened to his words, and said something almost inaudible; "When I think of you, I can't cry, I always want to laugh."

"What's so ridiculous about me?" Liang Bozhaojun frowned slightly.

A hint of blush appeared on Ning Xiang's face, and she pursed her lips; "When I think of you, my heart is sweet, how can I cry."

Looking at the shy appearance of the villain in his arms, a smile appeared in Liang Bozhao's dark eyes, and he leaned over and gave a kiss on Ning Xiang's hair.

The two snuggled for a long time, condensing incense around her husband's waist, and said softly; "Xianggong, I have something to ask you."

Liang Bozhao patted her on the back, "Just ask." ”

"If it weren't for the death of the emperor, you and Princess Yongning would have been married now, wouldn't they?"

Liang Bozhao stared into her eyes, snorted slightly, and said; "What the hell are you trying to ask?"

Ning Xiang bit her lip, "I want to ask Xianggong, if the emperor is not seriously ill and dies, then Xianggong, will there be other ways to prevent the princess from marrying into the palace?" ”

Liang Bozhao's dark eyes were deep, and he nodded; "Naturally, there is another way."

"It's... What the? ”

Liang Bozhao hooked his lips, he didn't speak, only took Ning Xiang's little hand, took her to the inner room, and sat down on the bed with her.

"You don't have to worry about this, anyway, no one will come to rob you of your husband, isn't that enough?"

Ning Xiang naturally understood what Liang Bozhao said, but there was a place in his heart that still felt surprised and uneasy, Liang Bozhao once told himself categorically that Yongning would not marry into the palace, and he would not marry the woman next to him, and it didn't take long for the emperor to die of illness three days before the marriage between Yongning and Liang Bozhao.

She didn't dare, and she wouldn't suspect her husband, she wanted to hear what Liang Bozhao would do to stop this if the emperor hadn't died, but it could be seen that if her husband didn't say it, she wouldn't open her mouth anymore, but she only pondered in her own heart, but she couldn't figure out why.

Liang Bozhao was already holding her body and hugging her on the bed, he lowered his body and kissed his wife's lips, asking for the sweetness and fragrance, domineering with pity, surrounded by his breath, surrounded by Ning Xiang's eyes gradually became blurred, the previous things were thrown out of the clouds, and he couldn't help but stretch out his little hand and hugged her husband's neck.

The two had lingering lips and teeth, ears and temples grinding, Liang Bozhao didn't kiss for long, he let go of his wife's body, his black eyes were bright, looking at the villain under him, he finally took a deep breath, lay down on Ning Xiang's side, hugged her, and let her sleep quickly.

Ning Xiang knew that her husband was unwilling to let herself drink medicine, these days, the two rarely had the same room, Liang Bozhao sometimes couldn't stay up, so he simply stayed in the study, and never shared the same bed with Ning Xiang.

Ning Xiang's face slowly turned crimson, she didn't say a word, she only quietly removed her clothes, revealing her shoulders as white as ivory, she hugged Liang Bozhao's neck, and put Xinxiang's body on her husband.

Liang Bozhao naturally didn't fall asleep, his snort was full of the sweet fragrance of his wife's body, which hooked his heart, and Ning Xiang's little head was slightly rubbed on his chest, which only made him unable to bear it anymore, grabbed Ning Xiang's wrist, and didn't look at her disheveled body, just sat up.

Ning Xiang also stood up, and a pair of apricot eyes were clear, as if they could drip into the water.

"Xianggong...."Ning Xiang called him.

"Sleep, I'll go to the study." Liang Bozhao was helpless, but he couldn't bear to reprimand her, so he only took out his hand, put on his clothes, and got up to leave.

Ning Xiang hugged him from behind, her long hair draped behind her, and her voice was a little pleading; "Don't go."

Liang Bozhao glanced back at her, and finally sighed; "I'll stay, and you're going to mess around again."

Ning Xiang spoke softly; "I'll just drink the medicine tomorrow."

"How can you drink those medicines often, you really don't plan to have children?" Liang Bozhao frowned, he cherished his wife's body and could still control himself, but these days, Ning Xiang always loved to pester him, often making him unbearable, and he was entangled with her to the death, and after the incident, he could only let her drink those children's soup, thinking of the words of the imperial doctor, Liang Bozhao had no choice, so he had to stay in the study often, but even so, Ning Xiang quietly followed that day, which simply made him... It's unbearable.

Ning Xiang naturally didn't dare to tell him that she had stopped taking the medicine for a while, and at this time, she was displeased with her husband, she knew that she was at a loss, and she didn't dare to say anything, Liang Bozhao stroked her cheek and whispered; "Sleep." He stood up and walked to the study.

"Xianggong..."Ning Xiang got out of the quilt, her voice was still delicate with her daughter's family, Liang Bozhao turned around, and saw Ning Xiang with a red face, beautiful as a clear lotus.

"What's wrong?" He whispered.

Ning Xiang didn't speak, only stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips.

It was the first time she had kissed him.

Her lips are incredibly soft, moist and sweet, a pair of soft and boneless ones are hooked around his neck, she is not wearing shoes, a pair of feet are very white, stepping on his feet, Liang Bozhao only felt that the blood in his whole body was gushing up, and he couldn't refuse anymore, one hand wrapped around her slender waist, and the other hand clasped the back of her head, deepening this kiss.

One night in heaven and on earth.

The next day, when Ning Xiang woke up, Liang Bozhao had already left the palace, and there was already a grandmother waiting there with a child soup, Ning Xiang took the medicine bowl, and he asked everyone to retreat, and the mother was reluctant to leave, until Ning Xiang frowned for the first time, and these people retreated.

Naturally, I didn't drink this bowl of medicinal incense, and I didn't dare to pour it into the spittoon, for fear of being discovered by the maid, so I had to pour all the bowl of medicinal juice into the flower pot, and the bitter smell had not dispersed after a long time.

And the child she was looking forward to didn't know when it would come.