Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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A gust of wind from nowhere made the candle by the bed flicker, Xuan Yan finally came back to his senses and lowered his eyes to kiss the corner of that person's forehead.

Even just for that vague thank you, he can give all his energy and blood.

Xie Zhuo's second sleep didn't last long when he was awakened: "Your Majesty, it's time to go to court."

The person holding him frowned when he heard the strange voice, and his hands tightened even more.

Xie Zhuo stretched out one hand out of the bed curtain to wave the person away, got out of the bed by himself, and went to the outer room with his boots.

"Your Majesty!" Looking at the dragon's feet trapped in the fluff, Gao Yuan looked terrified: "Why don't you let the servants serve you?"

There are places along this road without carpets, so what if you catch a cold?

Xie Zhuo squinted at him: "What should I do if I wake Xuan Yan up?"

After a pause, he said again: "How long has he been resting?"

"Less than an hour." Gao Yuan replied while letting Xie Zhuo wash up gently.

After a pause, he said softly: "When I came in to blow the lamp, I saw Master Xuanyan looking at your scriptures, did you startle me?"

Xie Zhuo raised his eyes to look at the slippery old fox, and smiled slightly: "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Suddenly, Gao Yuan didn't dare to have any opinion: "Master Xuanyan has worked hard."

Since His Majesty let it go, he didn't need to talk anymore.

The courtiers were already worried when they got the news that His Majesty was unwell yesterday.

When I saw him today, His Majesty really looked weak, he was supported while walking, and his expression was full of worry.

Your Majesty has no heirs yet, what should I do if something really happens?

Sure enough, His Majesty should choose the concubine!

So, at the moment when the discussion ended, several courtiers mentioned it to His Majesty in a slightly cryptic manner.

There were a lot of long-winded words, but it can be summed up as "You have more concubines and more sons!"

Xie Zhuo: "..."

It's no wonder that Xie Zhuoli is a full-fledged guy, what does it matter to these people whether he has children or not?

He even planned not to have children for the rest of his life, and found a useful one from the clan to pass on the throne directly.

Of course, these words must not be said to these people, otherwise there may be several brains next to the Beaulieu Pillar in the temple.

Three days passed by in a hurry, Xie Zhuo stopped his morning court again because of the matter in the harem, but he didn't intend to go to see the maids early, instead he missed the bed in Xiaoxiang Palace.

"Your Majesty." Xuan Yan clasped Xie Zhuo's wrist, and said in a calm voice, "It's time for you to go to the draft."

Xie Zhuo was still lying in his arms at the moment, he couldn't help but look up at him when he heard his words: "You want me to go to the draft?"

Xuan Yan stared at the innocent looking emperor, his eyes trembled heavily.

He almost had thoughts that were bigger than resentment, how could he think?

It's a little too cruel for the person next to the pillow to find a new love and ask him if he wants to.

Xuan Yan didn't want to, but there was nothing he could do.

Now that he lives in the harem, he has no name or status, and he doesn't have any bargaining chips in his hands. What can he use to make Xie Zhuo not choose a concubine?

It is impossible for those courtiers from the previous court to agree with Xie Zhuo's absurdity.

He closed his eyes and rubbed heavily on Xie Zhuo's lips, as if venting his anger.

Xie Zhuo was extraordinarily obedient at the moment, allowing him to make trouble, inserting his fingertips into his short thick hair, smirking: "Xuan Yan, I'm asking you something."