Seeing Zhu Dingyuan let her into the inner hall of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Ning Ruxin's heart was moved, and even her smile became sweeter: "I brought food to see Your Majesty, thinking that Your Majesty would feel a special feeling when listening to the pipa music and the sound of rain."

Zhu Dingyuan smiled to give him face.

The exquisite pastries in the food box were spread out on the table. Huang Quan opened the small window. The sound of dripping rain fell, and the rich smell of ambergris gradually faded.

Zhu Dingyuan leaned on the dragon-patterned gold-thread pillow, took a bite of the apricot blossom white cake, and his eyes were gloomy.

Ning Ruxin sat on a small stool, plucking the pipa with her slender fingers. Her music was gentle and affectionate, and her eyes looked at the man from time to time.

Zhu Dingyuan turned the ring on his finger: "The pipa has golden and green feathers, and the yellow oriole sings on the strings."

Later on, her music gradually faded away, as if giving rise to a dark and sorrowful feeling, vast and desolate.

His gentle eyes fell on her: "Mr. Ning, are you feeling so aggrieved?"

Ning Ruxin thought of all the things he had done with her before. The sound of the pipa stopped and her eyes quickly turned red: "I am not wronged, I just miss your majesty."

"Miss." Zhu Dingyuan chewed on these two words and chuckled: "The light rain and apricot blossoms, the beautiful lady playing the pipa, are very creative."

He stretched out his hand without moving his body: "Come here."

Looking at his face with a calm expression, slightly drooped eyes, and the bearing of an emperor.

Ning Ruxin's heart was pounding and she put the pipa away.

She placed her hand in the man's palm: "Your Majesty..."

Zhu Dingyuan held her in his arms and frowned when he smelled her overly fragrant scent.

Ning Ruxin felt sweet in her heart and her face turned red. She was looking forward to His Majesty having close contact with her.

The man's hand brushed her cheek, and then he laughed angrily: "Mr. Ning, how much rouge did you put on?"

She froze, and saw that Zhu Dingyuan's fingertips were all covered with white powder: "Your Majesty, I missed you so much that I couldn't sleep or eat well these days, so I put on more makeup to cover it up. Your Majesty, please forgive me."

Ning Ruxin bit her lip and was about to cry. Zhu Dingyuan looked at her trembling body, with no smile or anger in his eyes, but a dark look instead.

"In that case, it's my fault." His fingers fell on Ning Ruxin's collarbone, slowly slid down, and stopped at her ribs.

There was a hint of mystery in his tone: "This is the scapula."

"Your Majesty." Ning Ruxin stared into his eyes, somewhat confused.

His voice was gentle: "There is a punishment called playing the pipa. It requires stripping off a person's clothes and using a sharp knife to poke back and forth on the ribs. Isn't it very similar to the way you played the pipa just now?"

Ning Ruxin's pupils trembled as she felt his fingers slide into her clothes and touch her skin, and cold sweat broke out on the tip of her nose.

Even the rouge on her face couldn't hide the momentary paleness.

As he rubbed me, I trembled with fear.

Zhu Dingyuan laughed: "I was just joking, why are you so scared?"

He pinched her waist and said, "Xin'er is so smart and beautiful, I naturally can't bear to let her go."

Ning Ruxin turned her face away, and his gentle and warm voice fell into her ears: "I will also play a song for you, okay?"

His hand moved downwards, and the hem of her skirt trembled slightly. What responded to him was Ning Ruxin's increasingly charming voice, which sounded intermittent like a piece of soft music.

Her cheeks turned an even redder color, her brows were tightly knitted together, and her whole body tightly wrapped around the emperor's wrist.

After a long time, she let out a chirping sound.

Zhu Dingyuan's voice came: "How about my song?"

What song is that? It's clearly her scream.

Ning Ruxin blushed and lowered her eyes, looking like she had lost all her love for him: "Your Majesty is amazing, your skills are a million times better than mine."

She had never been so close to His Majesty in the Hall of Supreme Harmony before. She felt a little flattered for a moment and reached out to clasp the golden belt around his waist: "I am about to fly to heaven."

Zhu Dingyuan wiped his fingers on her collar and smiled grimly, "You smell so dirty."

Ning Ruxin's smile quickly froze.

The next second she fell heavily to the ground. The emperor, who had been so tender just now, glared at her as if she were trash: "Get lost."

She didn't know what was going on, and she knelt on the ground trembling: "Your Majesty!"

However, Zhu Dingyuan just stood up and walked towards the basin for washing hands, not even wanting to look at her.

Huang Quan came in from outside: "My dear, please go back."

She got up, stumbled out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and pushed away Huang Quan's hand that was supporting her: "Don't touch me."

Huang Quan's face turned cold and he stood up straight: "Your Majesty is busy with state affairs, and the imperial kitchen will carefully serve your meals. You don't have to tire yourself out anymore."

Ning Ruxin wiped her eyes, and her rouge became more mottled. Lan'er quickly held up her with an umbrella.

Looking at her back, Huang Quan said to Xiao Xiazi: "From now on, just listen to Concubine Ning's instructions without any hesitation. You are a person without luck."

"Yes."

Zhu Dingyuan stood in the Hall of Supreme Harmony and opened the scroll that had been sealed.

The figure on it was thin and vague, and there were also the vows he had written word for word when he was young, accompanied by her favorite pipa strings.

But looking at this moment, Zhu Dingyuan felt no ripples in his heart. In his mind, there was only an enchanting, seductive, coquettish face that understood his heart and his intentions.

Moon...

Even if Ning Ruxin stood in front of him with a pipa, he couldn't even remember the woman he loved most, which made him feel disgusted.

Why did he have such poor vision before?

Only the moon is so vivid and charming, and only she is worthy of his power and worthy of standing by his side.

"Huang Quan."

Huang Quan came in from outside: "Your Majesty."

Zhu Dingyuan threw the box down and said, "Burn it."

These are the things that Zhu Dingyuan has never allowed to be touched. They have been locked in a cabinet since he ascended the throne. He only looks at them less and less. Now they are going to be lost?

Huang Quan lowered his head: "Yes."

Zhu Dingyuan suddenly smiled: "Apricot blossom cake, pipa music, beautiful appearance, my preferences are all there, and Concubine Ning knows them all clearly."

Huang Quan immediately knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, most of the old people in the mansion were sentenced to death or exile. I have always followed Your Majesty, and I dare not talk too much with others."

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Zhu Dingyuan wiped his fingers, lowered his eyes so that his expression could not be seen clearly, and blew away the unnecessary dust on the ring lightly: "Check."

"I don't want to see anyone who was alive in the mansion before. The Minister of Revenue taught his daughter well. My words and actions cannot escape their eyes."

"Your Majesty." Huang Quan felt that something was different about him, but he couldn't put it into words, so he shouted.

"Purge the harem of those who have connections with the previous dynasty."

Huang Quan's heart was pounding, and he kowtowed: "Your Majesty, this will take a lot of time and effort. Many of the stewards on duty are related to the concubines, I'm afraid..."

Zhu Dingyuan narrowed his eyes and said, "Then quietly, remove them one by one. I don't like the harem interfering in politics, nor do I like so many pairs of eyes staring at me."

His dark eyes fell on Huang Quan, with red waves rolling in his depths: "Do you understand?"

"Yes……"

Zhu Dingyuan picked up the red brush, and with a few strokes, a blooming crabapple appeared on the drawing paper. He grinned, his eyes sparkling.

He suddenly cut his hand open, and the bright red blood blended into the ink.

He laughed out loud: "I want to hear the news that the renovation of Chuntang Palace is completed within five days. I can't wait any longer, hahahaha!"

Huang Quan looked at the dripping blood and looked at him in astonishment. Zhu Dingyuan was painting the petals of the crabapple tree in an infatuated manner, his eyes were dreamy.

He opened his lips and spoke after a while: "I will go and urge you."

Your Majesty, he is really different now.

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