After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

It was quiet in the night, but there was constant mumbling in the silk tent.

After the passion, he was reluctant to let her go for a long time.

"Did you really tell them..." Xie Tan said dissatisfiedly.

In general, families that are more particular about this would have their nicknames chosen by their teachers or prestigious elders in the family, but his nickname was chosen by his mother.

It is said that the morning when he was born was clear, bright, and silent, which was the happiest moment in his mother's life.

It is for the clear day.

He had only told her.

Song Nihuan smiled in his arms, "No. I didn't tell anyone."

Xie Tan kissed the top of her head with satisfaction, "I only love you, only you."

She knew that he was willing to explain to her and be nice to her, but he was the emperor. Could he really be alone with her?

The shadow that once shrouded her has not disappeared. If offspring are important for officials to inherit the family business, then the prince is the cornerstone of the country.

If she is unable to have children, Xie Tan will never marry again. What should he do then?

"Brother Tan, am I too greedy and ignorant?" Song Nihuan said sullenly, leaning on his chest.

When Xie Tan thought she was talking about the foreign concubine, a smile appeared on his lips, "No, I'm happy that you're jealous of me. But don't get really angry, anger is harmful to your health."

Song Nihuan didn't want to think about it any further. She had just started sweating and felt sticky. She stood up and tried to get out of bed to wash, but he pulled her back.

"Lie down." He said lightly, then took out a pillow and placed it under her waist.

"I'm going to take a shower, what are you doing?" she asked puzzled.

When I stood up just now, there was a surge of heat coming out of me, but now...

Xie Tan had a secret smile in his eyes. He didn't explain, but just said, "Stay with me for a while, and then we'll go take a shower. I'll carry you."

He moved up and adjusted his position so that she could rest comfortably in his arms.

Song Nihuan looked at the carvings on the top of the tent with a confused look on her face.

But Xie Tan had his own plan in mind.

If she is to be made queen, there must be someone in the court who speaks for her. This has always been the case in every dynasty, and the emperor must cultivate his own direct descendants.

"Tomorrow, I will host a banquet for my old friends in the North. You can come with us," he said.

Song Nihuan was surprised and asked, "Why? Didn't you tell me that I don't see outsiders?"

He played with her hair with his fingers and kissed her, "They all know you. Go ahead, I also want them to meet the girl I've been studying for all these years."

Song Nihuan nodded.

The next day.

Song Nihuan looked at herself in the bronze mirror for a long time, but she was still not satisfied. The red gold head ornaments Xie Tan sent were too formal, and she had no chance to wear them. Her previous jewelry was simple and everyday, which was not in line with the grandeur of the palace, let alone a formal banquet.

I've been thinking about it for a long time but still don't know how to dress so that people won't look down on me.

Alas, no matter how she dressed up, it could not change the fact that she was once a wife. She knew clearly how others would speculate about her and Xie Tan.

Thinking of this, she simply stopped worrying and stood up and walked towards Chaoyang Palace.

Xie Tan watched Song Nihuan walking slowly down the corridor. She was not dressed up specially today. Her cloud-like black hair was tied up in a simple bun without any gold or silver decorations. She still wore the silver hairpin he had given her, and her lips were red without any makeup.

She is always so beautiful.

He took her hand and said, "Let's go."

Song Nihuan felt the warmth of Xie Tan's hand, and her heart seemed to be wrapped in warmth as well, and she calmed down. She asked in a low voice: "I don't know them, who are coming to the banquet? Do I need to recognize them? What will I say then..."

Xie Tan said: "Don't worry about who it is, just stay by my side and don't worry about anyone else."

She doesn't have to please anyone in particular.

After hearing what Xie Tan said, she was still a little at a loss. Xie Tan took it for granted and took her into the Chaoyang Palace surrounded by eunuchs and maids.

When the burly men sitting in the two rows on the left and right saw them come in, they all stood up, knelt down, saluted, and shouted "Long live the emperor!"

When she stood up, Song Nihuan saw them winking at each other with smiles on their faces.

Among them is Lord Zhou Zhongzhou.

Xie Tan let go of her hand only after he sat down.

During the dinner, several people talked freely and enthusiastically. As expected, they were much closer than ordinary ministers and kings. However, no matter how close they were, they always observed the limits and did not overstep the mark.

She quietly glanced at the face beside her. He was thin and handsome, with a straight nose and a cold jawline. When he didn't speak, he had a sense of oppression. When he relaxed and smiled, it was like spring water melting ice, with a kind of noble pride.

He noticed that she was looking at him, her expression was calm, but a sense of relaxed joy welled up in his heart.

"What do you want to eat?" He asked with a sidelong glance. "Don't just sit there, eat something."

She moved slightly closer to him and whispered in his ear, "You need to eat that."

Xie Tan's heart softened. He served her the food with a smile and held her hand tightly under the table.

He liked that she depended on him like this.

After three rounds of drinks, Zhou Zhong saw that the woman sitting upstairs no longer looked as reserved as before, so he started a conversation, "Madam Song, where are you from?"

"Yunjing, I was born in Yunjing and grew up in Yunjing." Song Nihuan said.

This time he did not hide it and admitted it frankly.

"In fact, we have seen you many years ago." The general on the side said, "At that time, His Majesty sent me to Yunjing, squatting at the gate of Xie Mansion and seeing you several times."

Song Nihuan lowered her head slightly with a smile on her face.

"I heard that you and His Majesty were childhood sweethearts?"

Song Nihuan looked at Xie Tan in surprise. He just smiled at her, with intoxicating tenderness on his handsome and clear face.

She is not someone else's wife, she is his childhood sweetheart.

She was supposed to be his.

Song Nihuan blushed and nodded.

After a while of chatting, the dishes on the silver plate in front of Song Nihuan had gone cold. Xie Tan was talking to Zhou Zhong about the adjustment of the number of garrisons on the border. Without even looking at them, she replaced it with a bowl of hot soup and handed it to her.

She lowered her head to drink the soup, her heart warmer than the soup.

*

Xie Yunji recuperated in Pharmacist Valley for several months.

There are few people in the valley, and when you wake up in the morning, it is shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

But his heart couldn't calm down.

He finally recovered and was able to leave the valley, but he developed a high fever again on the carriage back to Yunjing.

The young man curled up in the carriage. In a trance, the sound in his ears seemed to be in the sky, and also seemed to be in front of him. It was Song Nihuan's sad cry, lingering in his heart.

Sometimes she looked at him with disappointment, sometimes with contempt and ridicule in her eyes, and tears kept flowing.

His heart ached.

Xun Fang was entrusted by someone, so he had to be a good person to the end, and escorted him back to Yunjing.

Both of them used disguise skills to hide from the officers and soldiers who checked along the way.

Xun Fang gave him acupuncture and said, "Your heart meridian is damaged, and the poison has entered your lungs. It's good that you can save your life now. Your body is not as good as before. Don't worry about it anymore, or it will be difficult to cure."

The closer they got to Yunjing, the more panicked Xie Yunji felt. The wound on his chest hurt as well, as if his chest cavity was broken. He had a hard time breathing, and he managed to answer, "Thank you."

Xun Fang saw that his face was as white as paper, so he said no more. He rummaged through his sleeves and stuffed another precious pill into his mouth.

I broke down in my heart and shouted, Ahhh Xie Yunji, how are you going to pay me back for what you owe me?