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

Zhao Yue's body softened, her face turned redder than flowers, and she clenched her hands to pretend to be calm: "What are you talking about..."

He Quan frowned and when he saw her evasive eyes, he kissed her earlobe. He had discovered before that she was very sensitive here.

Zhaoyue moaned and tried to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist effortlessly, licked her again with his lips, and looked at her earlobe which was gradually turning red.

A low laugh escaped from his throat: "You really won't answer me, huh?"

Zhaoyue wanted to turn over and become the master, but found that his body was so weak that he couldn't use any strength at all.

The previous times she was able to "subdue" He Quan, it was only because he let her do what she wanted.

She bit her lip and moaned for mercy: "You, you are the most beautiful."

not enough.

He Quan wanted to hear more and better things.

The kiss fell on her snow-white neck, the back of her obstructing hand, and her bitten red lips.

The boat rocked gently and her skirt fell to her feet.

He Quan's kiss became more tender and hot. It fell on her smooth shoulders. He licked her with his tongue in a naughty way and wanted to bite her as if to punish her, but he didn't use any force at all.

"He Quan..." Zhao Yue called him nervously, with a hint of mist in her eyes, and her black hair scattered on the boat bed.

Like a fox demon born into the world, her every move makes men unable to control themselves.

"Don't be afraid, I'm always here, always." He Quan comforted her, his slightly cool fingertips wandering on her skin, feeling the spring that bloomed just for him.

"I'm dirty...I..." Her lips were covered by the man.

"You are Zhao Zhao, my servant's bright moon. You are not dirty, not at all."

He held Zhaoyue under him, his breathing was disordered and his eyes were full of understanding.

The veil in front of her was pulled aside, revealing the beauty of spring.

He Quan leaned down, opened his lips almost reverently, and gently put it into his mouth.

Her sweet voice and the scent of crabapple flowers made him almost want to break free.

His lips were rosy as he held Zhaoyue in his arms. The veins on his forehead bulged as he suppressed the anger in his heart: "My young master, is this all wrong? I haven't even used my full strength yet."

"No, no more..."

She couldn't make out the carvings on the roof of the boat.

This was a feeling she had never experienced before. It was novel and scary, but when she smelled the scent of crabapple on He Quan's body, she completely relaxed.

A beautiful scene.

Only when the boat touches the lake surface can there be a lingering sound of ripples that lasts for a long time.

-

It was a nice early morning in the winter, with no wind and no dryness, but the poplar trees in the imperial garden had dropped many leaves, and wisps of fluff floated in the air. Many palace maids were sweeping with gauze, but they still couldn't help sneezing from time to time.

Ningzhu Pavilion.

"A-choo!" Zhaoyue opened her eyes, her face flushed. She was still a little dazed and didn't know when she came back.

He Quan came in, saw her and smiled, holding the medicine in his hand, and sat beside her.

Zhao Yue moved back, not daring to look at him: "You, you go out, I'll drink by myself."

He Quan blew a sip of the medicine and fed it to her lips: "It's my fault. I shouldn't have let the young lady catch a cold."

"You know it's not right to return it, but you still..." He stripped her naked.

The more Zhao Yue thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt. She tilted her head and saw He Quan's lips opening and closing. She lost her composure again: "I'll drink it myself!"

He Quan fed her forcefully: "My young master, if you don't want to drink, then I will try another method."

He pretended to put the medicine in his mouth.

Zhao Yue quickly snatched the medicine and drank it down in a few gulps: "I'm done."

Being hugged by He Quan, he sighed: "Little Master, you have to get used to it."

"What are you used to?"

He is like a dog, licking me all the time and not caring about anything. How can I get used to him?

"I am not a man, so I have to use other methods. Otherwise... how can I calm the... desire in my heart?" His voice became low, like sand grinding against Zhaoyue's heart.

I recalled the throbbing of yesterday, and his low moans, which were so pleasant to hear.

What a nymphomaniac, she is getting more and more into that.

Zhao Yue snorted, "Don't go to Concubine Fang's place to peek, you're learning bad things."

He Quan's eyebrows curved: "I have only been there once, and this is what I realized on my own."

"Don't comprehend it!"

This is too much. If it happens a few more times, she will be too embarrassed to face anyone.

He Quan knew that she was still shy, so he hugged her and nodded, but his lips fell on her cheek: "You will get used to it sooner or later."

Zhao Yue rolled her eyes and didn't want to pay attention to him: "I need to wash up."

"Do you want to take a shower?" He Quan's dark eyes fell on the mark of her collarbone.

"Call Taoxi." Zhaoyue knew what he meant: "Otherwise, I won't let you serve me these few days."

He Quan lowered his eyes and looked at her pitifully: "My lady..."

Zhao Yue turned a blind eye and said, "I won't fall for that."

She got out of bed quickly, as if something was chasing her, covering up the loud pounding in her heart.

He Quan smiled and went to call Taoxi.

He went too far yesterday and scared Zhao Zhao.

But he really endured too much pain.

Taoxi knocked on the door: "My lady, I am coming in."

She shook her head, her steps a little unsteady, and when she reached the wooden barrel, she said, "A-choo!"

Zhaoyue turned around and said, "Taoxi, your face is so red, do you have a fever?"

She stretched out her hand, and the palm of her hand, which was burned by Taoxi's forehead, felt hot: "Oh no, it's so hot."

She pulled off her clothes and sneezed herself: "He Quan, go find the doctor!"

-

Su Ziyun came with a medicine box and looked at the servant and the master: "Which one of you is sick?"

Zhao Yue: "A-choo! Her forehead is so hot, Doctor Su, please take a look at her, is it serious?"

He Quan said, "My lady drank medicine this morning. Although she doesn't have a fever, she's not feeling well. I'm afraid she caught a cold. Doctor Su will see her as well."

"Ah."

Su Ziyun looked at Taoxi first and took the handkerchief off her forehead: "Soak her in cold water. She's fine. It's just a high fever caused by the cold. It will be fine once the fever goes down."

"Thank you, Doctor Su."

Su Ziyun looked at her and said, "Please sit down, young lady."

Zhao Yue quickly sat on the couch and stretched out her wrist: "Excuse me, Doctor Su."

"It doesn't matter."

Su Ziyun's hand hasn't been placed yet.

He Quan covered Zhao Yue's wrist with a handkerchief and sneered at him: "Doctor Su has been on duty for a long time, haven't you learned the rules yet?"

Su Ziyun's eyebrows were light, his left hand was clenched under his sleeve, and he placed his right hand on the silk handkerchief with an unsteady expression, his eyes were calm: "I'm sorry, I was distracted for a moment and broke the rules, please forgive me, my lady."

He raised his eyes to look at He Quan, but there was no look of forgiveness in his eyes, instead he looked extremely calm.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

He Quan frowned, his eyes flashing with dark currents, danger, and warning.

Su Ziyun looked away and looked at Zhao Yue, his tone gentle: "I will prescribe some warm and cold-dispelling prescriptions for you to drink. I remember that you like sweet food, so I will put less bitter ginseng in it."

Zhao Yue smiled and said, "Thank you for troubling Doctor Su. It's amazing that you still remember all this."

"It is my duty as a minister."

He Quan watched their very familiar conversation, pursed his lips, and suppressed the jealousy that was rising in his heart.