Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1610

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?"