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

Coming out of Ningzhu Pavilion, Huang Quan asked, "Your Majesty, what are you holding in your hand?"

"Burn it." Zhu Dingyuan threw it to him.

"Yes."

"and many more."

Huang Quan quickly took the book and asked, "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

"Give it to me."

Zhu Dingyuan sat in the imperial sedan chair and flipped through the book again, looking at the lines of words and vulgar pictures inside.

His pupils burst into an inexplicable heat, and the fire under his body surged into his heart again. He smiled softly, and his voice was not as gentle as usual: "Huang Quan, go to Suihe Palace."

"Yes."

"Tell Meng Ying to wait in Lingpin's room."

Huang Quan was shocked: "Yes... yes."

-

He Quan came in and looked at Zhao Yue, who was smiling at him smugly on the couch like a successful fox. He couldn't help but curl his lips and said, "My young master, are you happy?"

"Of course, he couldn't hold it back any longer. It was just a book, but he was stunned for a long time just now."

"When did you hide this book?" He Quan took a handkerchief and wiped her fingers carefully.

"You confiscated them all. This one is a treasure." Zhao Yue lay obediently in his arms: "I really don't have any left."

She acted coquettishly, her fox eyes twinkling.

"Now that he's gone, I can settle the score." He Quan narrowed his eyes and grabbed her wrist.

"I'm still sick!"

"I am not afraid."

"Well!"

-

Suihe Palace.

Concubine Fang took a sip of tea from the silver coin she held to her lips and asked, "Your Majesty said you were coming?"

Cuiyun: "Yes, but it seems that he went to Lingpin's place and also called Meng Ying."

"What happened again?"

Concubine Fang smiled lazily and glanced at Xiao Yinzi. He quickly wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief. There was an inexplicable, strange red on her face.

"You are not here to look for me. If you need anything, come and call me again. Now get out of here."

Cuiyun nodded, and Xiaoyinzi followed her out, her steps a little unsteady.

Concubine Fang's eyes fell on him: "Xiao Yinzi, where are you going?"

The door was closed, isolating the cold outside. Concubine Fang was wearing a long silk dress with white and black stripes, and her long black hair was tied up high. The heroic spirit between her brows became more vibrant, and was mixed with a spring feeling that had never been there before.

Xiao Yinzi walked in front of her again and knelt down: "I thought the queen didn't want me to stay."

Concubine Fang supported her chin and said, "Come here."

Xiao Yinzi took a few steps forward and frowned: "Don't let me say it a second time."

His handsome face became redder and redder.

Only when he saw the empress stretch out her jade fingers and touch the place in front of her did he swallow his saliva in nervousness.

"My lady..."

He felt embarrassed listening to the sound he made, and he sat down a little and swallowed the sound.

Concubine Fang looked at his profile. He was obviously not handsome enough, nor masculine enough, but he was just so pleasing to the eye.

She stretched out her hand and slid it along Xiao Yinzi's shoulder slowly and gently: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Xiao Yinzi understood and clenched her hands: "No, no..."

"I want to hear the truth."

He opened his lips, and a hum escaped from his mouth: "Slowly I'll be convinced."

"Then let's sleep together every night from now on, okay?"

Concubine Fang was looking forward to his resistance and what it would be like, and her voice became more cheerful.

Xiao Yinzi just gritted her teeth, clenched her hands tightly under her sleeves, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead more and more.

There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, his body trembled slightly, and he cried: "Okay..."

Concubine Fang glared at his loss of composure and said, "You are such a lowly servant. I see from you that you are probably very fond of it."

Xiao Yinzi turned pale and immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "I am wrong, I am wrong, please forgive me, Madam."

"Excuse me?"

Concubine Fang yawned lazily and stretched out her legs: "I am happy, so naturally... I will forgive you."

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Meng agreed and looked at Lingpin, a little confused: "Sister, what does His Majesty want me to do?"

Lingpin glanced at her unhappily and said, "How do I know if you have caused any trouble and implicated me?"

She sat in front of the mirror and dressed up, her tone condensed: "I really don't know why my father asked you to enter the palace. You really are a hindrance."

Meng Da Ying felt a little aggrieved. She was both afraid and happy at the thought of meeting His Majesty. Thinking of the last time, she sat in the chair without saying a word.

"Your Majesty is here!"

When Zhu Dingyuan walked in, Lingpin immediately put down the hairpin in her hand and hurriedly went to greet him: "Your Majesty, you haven't come to see me for a long time."

Meng agreed to stand up and salute, feeling a little uneasy: "Your Majesty."

Zhu Dingyuan hummed and looked at the bright room: "Close the window."

Lingpin was a little confused, but she still went to close the window obediently.

"Meng agreed, go put out the candle."

The hall suddenly became dark, with only the crackling sound of burning charcoal.

"Your Majesty?" Lingpin became more and more confused.

Meng Da Ying's body trembled a little, and she felt a pair of eyes falling on her.

Zhu Dingyuan's voice drifted into her ears: "Meng Da Ying, come closer to me."

The room was too dark, and if you didn't get closer, you couldn't see who was where.

Meng Da Ying bit his lip and slowly approached the figure sitting on the chair.

Her heart sank inch by inch as the distance between them got closer.

Lingpin also walked closer. She looked at the man's profile, not knowing what to say.

Zhu Dingyuan suddenly smiled at her: "Meng promised that you and I are sisters. It is said that sisters are connected by heart and have a tacit understanding that others cannot match. You both love me, right?"

Lingpin swallowed her saliva, her heartbeat quickened: "Yes..."

Zhu Dingyuan took Meng's hand and lowered his voice, "How did you serve me that day? Let your sister see it, okay?"

His voice is so soft and gentle, like a spring breeze.

But the words he said made Meng Shuran feel like she was falling into hell, and the most unbearable memory was once again revealed.

"OK?"

he repeated again.

How could she refuse, how could she refuse?

Tears welled up in Meng Da Ying's eyes as she looked at Ling Pin in surprise, confusion and shock.

Kneeling between the emperor's legs, kneeling in front of His Majesty, he reached out and unbuttoned his golden dragon-patterned buttoned shirt.

The sound of it falling to the ground was like shattering porcelain.

Even the faces I saw every day became unreal.

The force coming from above is the pressure from the emperor.

Zhu Dingyuan laughed from his throat, terrifying yet joyful. He looked at Lingpin who was standing there in a daze, and said in a trembling voice, "Why, you don't want to serve me, right?"

Lingpin's face was as pale as paper. She listened to her sister crying softly, and tremblingly placed her fingers on the button of her clothes: "Don't, don't...sister..."

Zhu Dingyuan narrowed his eyes: "Can't bear it? Then come and save her, okay...?"

Is he still the Son of Heaven, a gentle emperor? No one knows. The devilish whispers that emanated from his throat made them extremely sad.

It's like being trapped in the most chaotic swamp, and it seems impossible to get out.