The crabapple tree is fragrant in the tent, and the bright moon is in my arms

[Wanzi's warm reminder: The male and female protagonists are flirting with each other. The female protagonist is a demon concubine. She has borderline behaviors with multiple male supporting roles (Your Majesty, the imperial physician, and the guards), but she is clean with the male protagonist, 1v1. Please eat it, babies. 】

The bright moon poured down like mist, covering the cold red-walled palace. The Yulin Guards stood solemnly on both sides. Suddenly, heavy rain poured down from the sky, dripping with a sound that grew louder and louder.

Mixed with the lewdness in Chuntang Palace, it makes people blush and their hearts beat faster. The moon-white brocade skirt hanging on the ground is like flowing moonlight, and the figure covered by the long curtain is swaying.

"Your Majesty... um..." A soft and tender voice that goes deep into one's bones.

The man's breathing became more rapid.

Then a white arm stretched out from the long curtain and then retracted like a cat.

The Begonia flower bed shook violently, and Zhu Dingyuan murmured in satisfaction: "Well... Aipin, I will issue an edict tomorrow to make you a concubine, okay?"

He raised his head with the corners of his eyes slightly raised as if filled with moisture, his face was as beautiful as a lotus with dark eyebrows and pink cheeks, and his black hair was scattered behind his back like seaweed, a few strands of hair stuck to her ears because of sweat.

As seductive as a fox.

Zhao Yue lay in his arms, her voice soft: "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty."

Zhu Dingyuan's fingers gently stroked her fair shoulders: "My beloved concubine is Shunde Lizhen, Jinse Qihua, and I would like to give her the title Rou, is that okay?"

Concubine Rou.

Such a charming face was given the name of gentleness.

Zhaoyue raised her head shyly, her fox eyes sparkling with light.

She said in a coquettish and innocent way: "As long as it is given to Yue'er by His Majesty, Yue'er will like it."

The handsome man looked at her, his eyes gradually darkened, and he swallowed his saliva, and said in a voice full of emotion: "Someone, call for water."

"Your Majesty~" Zhaoyue hid back in the quilt, feeling extremely shy.

Zhu Dingyuan let out a low laugh.

The sound of the door being pushed open came from far away.

Then a figure approached, but was quiet and silent.

The luminous beads in Chuntang Palace lit up a little, the candles flickered, the red phoenix swayed in the palace, and the spring love could not be melted.

Zhu Dingyuan grabbed Zhaoyue, who was smiling seductively, and touched her delicate skin. He paused and said in a bad tone, "Can't you hear me, Hequan?"

The figure outside appeared to be standing tall against the curtain.

Zhaoyue looked over subconsciously and felt confused.

Zhu Dingyuan pulled the nightgown over and fiercely pulled open the curtains: "Are you deaf?"

But before he could lose his temper, the door of Chuntang Palace was kicked open with a bang, and the thunderous rain hit Zhaoyue's heart like the sound of drums. She suddenly wrapped the quilt tightly around herself, her face a little pale.

The Imperial Guards filed in, led by the usually cowardly Prince Duan Ze Zhu Jing. His face showed no trace of Pang Ri's cowardice, and he drew the sword from his waist with a stern look in his eyes: "May your majesty be well."

Zhu Dingyuan was stunned in place, then managed to calm down: "Seventh brother?"

Despite the huge pressure to force the emperor to abdicate, outside, it was extremely quiet except for the sound of rain.

His eyes were filled with anger. He stood up and looked at Zhu Jing: "Seventh brother, what do you mean by this?"

"Second brother, you have been sitting on the throne for so long, have you forgotten how you climbed to this position?" Zhu Jing's eyes were cold and filled with sadness.

"From what Seventh Brother said, are you forcing the emperor tonight to rebel?"

Zhu Dingyuan's eyes were cold and he sneered, "Secret Guard!"

A man in black appeared from nowhere and stood beside him, as sharp as a knife.

"Seventh brother, stop the farce today. I can pretend that nothing happened. After all... you are my only brother."

Zhu Jing looked at him, not showing any panic, but instead showing pity.

"I didn't know that Your Majesty missed my brothers so much. If that's the case, I will go to hell and apologize to them!" Zhu Jing clenched the sword in his hand and stabbed at him with his cloak.

Zhu Dingyuan looked arrogant, took a step back and hid behind Deadpool.

Zhaoyue was feeling uneasy, as she noticed that the secret guards were standing in the wrong direction, and when they attacked, the blades in their hands were pointing towards His Majesty.

What is going on.

No matter what the outcome of today was, she had to forget it.

Zhaoyue moved his body inside, tremblingly pulled the robe around himself, and closed his eyes and pretended to faint.

"You!" Zhu Dingyuan's voice was shrill and unbelievable, and then blood spurted out of his mouth.

He raised his hand and pointed at the rebellious secret guard with trembling hands. His pupils shrank slightly and he lowered his eyes to look at the sword and blade on his chest.

He knelt heavily on the ground and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Zhu Jing walked up to him and said, "Second brother, you seem to have forgotten who the real master of these secret guards is."

Zhu Dingyuan grabbed the hem of his clothes and squeezed out words from his throat: "You...Zhu Ding..." Then he died suddenly and could not utter the last word.

Zhu Jing closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Cover up your majesty's injuries and change into clean pajamas."

Zhao Yue felt as cold as ice in the quilt and was shaking uncontrollably.

Her mind was in a state of confusion.

Your Majesty, Your Majesty passed away like this?

How could this happen? Prince Duan Ze has always stayed away from court disputes and is cowardly. How could he seize power and force the emperor to abdicate?

He wants to be emperor?

Zhaoyue felt extremely chest tightness and was about to suffocate, but she didn't dare to lift the quilt.

"Brother, next...I must leave the palace immediately...Why did we move up the plan...Wouldn't it be safer to give him the medicine..."

Zhu Jing's voice was lowered, and she couldn't hear it clearly. Just as she was about to move forward quietly, the quilt on her body was lifted up and a long sword with a cold glow was placed across her neck.

There was still some fresh blood of Zhu Dingyuan on it, drops falling onto the bright yellow brocade silk quilt.

The disgusting smell of blood kept drilling into her nose.

Zhao Yue looked at Zhu Jing, her eyes suddenly filled with tears: "Prince Duan Ze, I won't say anything. Please, Prince, give me a way out."

She was extremely beautiful, like a fox or a demon. The large area of ​​skin exposed at this moment was enough to make a man's blood boil. Her pupils under her long curly eyelashes had a pleading look, like a delicate flower wet by snow and frost, unable to withstand the wind and snow.

Indescribably delicate and pitiful.

Zhu Jing's hand loosened slightly, and was then gently pushed away by the man who was approaching.

"It's really heartbreaking to see Concubine Rou like this."

Zhaoyue's heart skipped a beat and she turned her gaze towards him.

She actually forgot that there was another person in this palace.

The one who has remained silent the whole time is His Majesty's eunuch admiral, He Quan!

Zhaoyue was panic-stricken.

The man in front of her was wearing a dark eunuch's official uniform. His eyebrows were deep and cold. There was a thick fog in his narrow eyes that she could not understand. His skin was fair and there was a small mole on the bridge of his nose, which made his face look a little feminine.

But his stature did not look like that of a eunuch at all, and he was even taller than Prince Duanze.

Was King Duan Ze talking to him just now?

Zhao Yue tightly grasped the silk beneath her body, vaguely feeling that she knew something she shouldn't know.

Eunuchs always kept their heads down when talking to their masters, but at this moment, she didn't dare to look a eunuch in the eye.

He came closer, and there was some kind of incense on his body, which made Zhaoyue's teeth chatter in a chill.

What should she do.