The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Cen Yuan raised his head and drank the strong liquor.

Emperor Mingde thought about how to comfort his son-in-law, "Xia'er is very strong, tough and stubborn. After she learned about the Heartless Gu, she had a preconceived idea that she was sick, so she devoted herself to fighting against the Heartless Gu, and instead lost her feelings for you."

This was the only way he could think of to comfort his son-in-law. What else could he do?

Anyway, every time he saw An Xia and Cen Yuan together, he felt that the young couple was very loving and made people envious.

Cen Yuan continued drinking without saying anything.

"Don't let your imagination run wild." Emperor Mingde personally poured wine for his son-in-law, but he suddenly realized: the outstanding Emperor Heng of Liang was willing to follow him into battle not to lead those young generals.

His real purpose was to stay away from his wife and give her a chance to catch her breath.

In this way, Shi Anxia can live a more relaxed life.

It was already late when Cen Yuan returned to Tinglanyuan drunk.

There was still light in the study.

Bei Hui came forward happily, "Young Master, you are back. Madam has been waiting for you."

Cen Yuan was very drunk. He had indulged himself today and had drunk too much, so his steps were a little unsteady.

He pushed open the door and stood by it. He saw the little girl looking at him with her clear eyes, a smile clearly in her eyes.

I felt a little dazed and didn't know what day it was.

Suddenly I wanted to ask: If General Weibei had not been the savior of Beiyi, would Empress Dowager Huizheng have been so kind to him?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he wanted to slap himself.

The scarlet eyes were filled with pain.

Her voice was tinged with a hint of charm due to the moisture she had gained in the past few days since the marriage consummation. "Husband, you're back."

As she spoke, she stood up and walked forward.

Cen Yuan's heart warmed up, and the alcohol started to rise. He walked towards Shi Anxia with unsteady steps.

He managed to steady himself, but his eyes never left her face.

Her cheeks turned slightly red, and when she saw him staggering, she hurriedly held onto his arm.

"Why did you drink so much?" She frowned, with a look of reproach in her eyes.

Cen Yuan chuckled softly, then pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head. He smelled the faint fragrance from her hair, and felt a little more at peace.

He closed his eyes and complained in a hoarse voice, "Father forced me to drink. You can talk to him another day."

Emperor Mingde, who was reviewing memorials in the imperial study, suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing past, making him feel cold.

Shi Anxia rarely saw Cen Yuan drunk. She struggled slightly in his arms, but he held her tighter.

She had no choice but to let him hold her, and said softly, "I'll ask Bei Hui to make you a bowl of hangover soup, so you won't have a headache tomorrow."

Cen Yuan refused to let go, lowering his head and whispering in her ear, "You are the best hangover soup."

The smell of alcohol filled his nose. Shi Anxia's cheeks turned even redder when he heard that, and he punched his chest.

Hiss! My hand hurts from beating it.

Cen Yuan chuckled, held her hand, brought it to her lips and kissed it, then carried her sideways into the bedroom and sat down beside the bed.

He put his arms around her, his eyes blurred, and said drunkenly, "Thank you for your hard work these past few days."

Shi Anxia was slightly startled, then she understood what he meant. She was sitting on his lap, and she blushed even more when she heard his words, and hit him lightly again.

Cen Yuan held her hand and her heart softened.

It is soft with a hint of pain.

He reached out his hand and touched her jade-like cheek, stroking it gently with his fingertips, "Xia Xia, it must be very hard for you to deal with someone like me?"

He buried his head in the crook of her neck for a long time, his voice choked with sobs and a strong, burning smell of alcohol, "I know you're having a hard time, but I still... want to stay by your side. I don't want to leave..."

Her body stiffened, but she pursed her lips and smiled like a flower, "Husband, what are you talking about?"

Cen Yuan hugged her tighter, as if to rub her into his body: "I'm sorry, Xia Xia, I shouldn't have come to see you... shouldn't have... shouldn't have come to see you..."

The voice was hoarse and broken. If I hadn't looked for you, you wouldn't have suffered so much.

Shi Anxia was held tightly in his arms, feeling his body trembling, and an inexplicable pain welled up in her heart.

She raised her hand and gently stroked his back, wanting to say something, but found that her throat was choked and she couldn't make a sound.

It felt like there was a taut string in my heart that was about to break.

She always thought she had concealed it well, but he discovered it when they were most passionate after consummating their marriage.

She felt exhausted and almost collapsed in his arms.

Suddenly I felt something wet on my neck, and when I raised my hand I felt tears on his face.

Shi Anxia felt a slight pain in her heart and her fingertips trembled.

She had never seen Cen Yuan cry.

When he first met her, she was uninhibited but also taciturn.

Later, when they had been together for a while longer, he always peeled chestnuts for her to eat, with a bit of domineering and stubbornness, and always had a stern face.

A little later, he proposed marriage, and she agreed. He would quietly come to her in the moonlight in the middle of the night, comb her hair, take her out to play. He would also talk to her a lot and even flirt with her.

Later, after getting married, he became restrained instead.

No matter how she flirted with him, he would always tell her seriously: Wait a little longer, until you are eighteen years old.

Shi Anxia didn't know why Cen Yuan insisted on waiting until he was eighteen, but she knew he must be doing it for her own good.

Because he said that one grows up at the age of eighteen.

He mentioned to her more than once the flying carriage... This made her conclude that this man might be more than just Emperor Heng of Liang.

Who is he?

In fact, no matter who he is, one thing is certain.

He really liked her, the kind of love he was willing to give his life for her.

Cen Yuan woke up the next day with a hangover and a splitting headache.

I heard someone talking outside, it seemed to be Huo Shiwu's voice, "Sister, how is this possible? Yan Xingchen is obviously a man, and he suddenly became my aunt. Oh my God, what kind of world is this!"

Shi Anxia said, "Isn't that great? You have such a capable and excellent aunt who wakes you up with laughter in the middle of the night."

"Bullshit!" Huo Shiwu was so angry that he jumped up and down. "She is only two years older than me, not to mention that she is much better than me in every aspect. Doesn't that make me look stupid?"

Cen Yuan opened the door and came out, reaching out to press her slightly aching temple, and said with disdain, "Don't you know whether you are stupid or not? Your stupidity is very clear, do you still need others to highlight it?"

Huo Shiwu: “!!!”

My brother-in-law has such a mouth!

Shi Anxia saw that Cen Yuan was still happy, as if nothing had happened last night, "My husband is awake? Go wash up quickly, breakfast is ready."

Before Cen Yuan responded, Huo Shiwu jumped up and said, "I want to eat too."

Shi Anxia looked at him, "Master Huo, is your Huaiyang Marquis's Mansion poor? Why are you running here so early in the morning to catch up with the meal?"

Last year, Huo Shiwu's father had recommended to the emperor that he be named the crown prince. Although he was reluctant and didn't want to pay attention to his parents, he still had to return home and inherit the title.

After all, this allows him to lie down and count money, and live without having to work hard all his life.

He had no big ambitions to begin with, and his qualifications in all aspects were average. He was not good at studying, and his martial arts and brain were not very useful.

To put it simply, he is neither good at literature nor martial arts, and is good at nothing except having fun.

But today he came for something, "Brother-in-law, can you take me to the battlefield to play?"