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

Pillow Book Tower.

Between the high partitions, thousands of books reached the sorghum. Only the dim light of candles embedded in the head of the wall of each partition illuminated the books with an increasingly dim and ancient color.

With a soft cry, Yan Yang turned around and caught the figure that threw itself into his arms.

"Xin'er, what's wrong? Why are you looking for me so anxiously?"

He was on patrol and could not leave for too long. He was wearing a dark brown official uniform of the Yulin Guard with narrow sleeves and right lapel, and he looked stern.

Ning Ruxin was more moved by this. She leaned into his arms as usual: "I miss you, Brother Yan. Why don't you miss me?"

The last time he sneaked into her Yaohua Garden, it had been three days.

Yan Yang frowned and hugged her: "Nonsense, I am a Yulin Guard, how can I enter the harem at will? It's not easy to see you once. Xin'er, you said in the letter that there was something important, but you just tricked me to come?"

Seeing his bad tone, Ning Ruxin raised her eyes, her eyes looked a little aggrieved. She put on a lot of makeup today just to cover up the tiredness after insomnia.

But due to lack of rest, her skin was dull and her face was pale. She looked less lively and graceful than before, like a delicate flower thirsting for water and about to wither.

Seeing her like this, Yan Yang felt distressed again and softened his voice: "That's not what I meant. Why do you look so tired? Can't you sleep every night?"

He paused and asked hesitantly, "Is it because you missed me, or because... His Majesty didn't come."

Ning Ruxin's eyes flickered, but she quickly covered them and smiled at him: "Of course it's because I miss you, Brother Yan, you know I've always liked you, it's because I miss you so much that I'm anxious to see you, since you're busy, just go first."

She lowered her head: "Xin'er is just ignorant."

Yan Yang couldn't stand her talking like that, so he immediately hugged her and coaxed her, kissing her cheek: "I'm sorry, it's my fault. When I'm done, I'll write to you and find a chance to see you, okay?"

Ning Ruxin reached out and touched his chest, and kissed his lips: "Well... okay..."

Yan Yang was a little surprised. He kissed her for a while and stopped her from reaching for her hand under her skirt. His breathing was a little hurried. "I have to go on patrol later. Can I talk to you today?"

Ning Ruxin's eyes flashed with dissatisfaction, and she pulled the buckle on his waist: "What do you mean, you don't want to touch me? Do you think I'm dirty?"

"How could I mean that?" Yan Yang was a little confused. He let go of his hand that was trying to stop her: "Xin'er, what's wrong with you?"

Ning Ruxin said nothing and rode on him: "If you dislike me, don't come to me again in the future."

Yan Yang's eyes darkened and he stopped resisting.

He stared at the person in front of him, burned by the passion in her eyes, and suddenly felt that the young, gentle girl who smiled at him had become a little strange.

Ning Ruxin placed her chin on his shoulder, and the two hugged each other tightly. Yan Yang occasionally groaned, but did not say a word.

It doesn't matter, she doesn't care.

She wants a child, she needs a child. If Yan Yang doesn't come, then she will take the initiative to force him to come.

If I can’t see His Majesty, will I be able to see him if I have a child?

The image of the baby crying that lingered in her ears every night as she fell asleep appeared in her mind.

Grab Yan Yang's clothes tightly.

It was a hint from heaven to her, something she must have to secure her grace.

Your Majesty, why don't you come to see her?

There was a blur in her eyes, as if she was trapped in some kind of prison, covered with a layer of mist, and a happy, low laugh escaped her mouth.

Yan Yang felt that something was wrong with her. Before he could think about it, he heard footsteps coming up to the Pillow Book Tower.

He grabbed Ning Ruxin's waist: "Someone is coming, get up quickly... get up... Xin'er..."

Ning Ruxin could not hear anything and murmured: Long Si... Long Si... her voice was so low that it could not be heard.

Yan Yang's forehead was covered in sweat, and when he reached the top, he pushed her away hard.

There was confusion and sadness in her eyes, and she didn't quite understand what was wrong with her.

He tidied up the hem of his outer robe, quickly disappeared into the darkness, and slipped out through the back door.

Ning Ruxin fell to the ground in a daze, her skirt in disarray. She didn't care that her body was still trembling, and she tried to collect her thoughts.

A gentle, calm voice came from behind: "Who is it?"

His Majesty?

Her eyes instantly cleared up and she wiped her skirt roughly with a handkerchief. Fortunately, she was wearing dark clothes today.

Huang Quan: "Your Majesty is asking a question. Which palace are you from?"

Ning Ruxin stood up, her legs a little weak, raised her usual gentle smile, turned around and saluted: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

Zhu Dingyuan frowned: "Is Concubine Ning here?"

He looked at Ning Ruxin in front of him, who looked a little disheveled, haggard, but with inexplicable redness at the corners of her eyes and a strange aura all over her body, and slightly opened her thin lips.

"What are you doing in the Pillow Book House?"

Ning Ruxin's eyes were full of joy after not seeing Zhu Dingyuan for a long time. She increasingly felt that her insomnia every night was a hint from God. Look, she had just completed the birth of the "Dragon Heir" and now she was able to meet His Majesty.

"Your Majesty, I have nothing to do in the palace. I heard that the Pillow Book Tower is where the late emperor kept his books. Your Majesty also likes talented women, so I dared to come and take a look."

Zhu Dingyuan hummed, then asked, "You usually wear plain clothes, why are you wearing such heavy makeup today?"

He hadn't seen Ning Ruxin for a long time. Thinking of her graceful performance of playing the pipa before, he still had some tenderness in his heart: "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Ning Ruxin's nose felt sore, and she moved closer to him: "Your Majesty, if you don't come, no one will listen to my new pipa music. I miss your Majesty even more at night, and I can't sleep at all."

Zhu Dingyuan stretched out his hand: "I was busy with official duties and neglected you."

But when Ning Ruxin got closer, he smelled a strange odor, mixed with her fragrance, which was disgusting.

Zhu Dingyuan turned sideways and took back his hand: "I still have things to do, you can go back by yourself."

Before Ning Ruxin could react, she saw him leaving in a grand manner, leaving her with the back of an emperor.

She clenched her hands tightly, how could this happen?

She touched her cheek. Was she dissatisfied with the fact that she hadn't slept well in the past few days and was ugly?

-

Zhu Dingyuan came out of the Pillow Book Tower and took the bouquet in Huang Quan's hand and smelled it.

Huang Quan: "Your Majesty, why did you leave so suddenly? I saw that Concubine Ning's eyes were red."

He took a step coldly: "You stink."

“……?” Huang Quan smiled awkwardly.

"This Pillow Book House should be repaired. There is too much dust. I'm afraid Yue'er won't feel comfortable going in."

"Yes, Your Majesty, but the Creation Department is busy with the Chuntang Palace, and I'm afraid they don't have enough manpower."

"Then let the Jinyiwei go. I see they are patrolling every day and have very little time. What's their name..." Zhu Dingyuan thought of the brave and ruthless guard that day.

"Your Majesty, are you talking about Wei Ruoming, the Deputy Guard? He is now patrolling the harem. I think he is a reliable and capable person."

"Well, let him go, and tell him that I will reward him if he repairs it carefully."

"Yes."