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

Lan'er held Ning Ruxin tightly and said, "My lady, please go slower. The rain is falling on your shoulders."

The palace road was long, and the early winter rain felt more like ice falling on the body. It was still some distance away from Yaohua Garden.

She staggered and seemed like she would fall to the ground at any moment.

Ning Ruxin looked at the palace eaves of Yaohua Garden not far away, and behind her was the Hall of Supreme Harmony, which was blessed with great blessings.

In front of her was only her cold and lonely residence. The rain wet the green tiles, making the color seem even darker. Just like her, without sunlight, it emitted a disgusting damp smell.

Ning Ruxin suddenly grabbed Lan'er's shoulders tightly: "Do I smell dirty? Do I smell dirty? Didn't I put incense pills? Why, why did your majesty say I was dirty?"

Her voice became shrill, and her fingertips pinched the skin of Lan'er's shoulders tightly. Lan'er endured the pain and said, "No, it's not dirty. The young lady came here after taking a bath, how could it be dirty?"

The smell of the incense balls on her body faded over time, but there was incense in the young master's room, so it was not unpleasant at all.

Although the powder on her face was too heavy and it did smell a bit strange, it was definitely not dirty.

Lan Er looked at her powdery and mottled cheeks and whispered, "My lady, your rouge has fallen off. Perhaps His Majesty is reminding you that rouge is dirty..."

"The rouge is dirty, the rouge is dirty..."

Ning Ruxin murmured, tears of joy bursting from her eyes, and she let go of her hand: "Yes, it must be the rouge that is dirty. Your Majesty treated me like that and held me in his arms, how could it be that I am dirty."

She smiled happily and pushed Lan'er away: "Go away."

The umbrella fell to the ground as Lan'er fell. "My lady! You are wet in the rain!"

Ning Ruxin seemed not to hear and let the rain fall on her body, skirt and face.

She stretched out her hand, and the rouge on her face mixed with the rain and slid down to her lapels, staining it with an ugly color. She wiped it faster and faster.

The pale and tired face gradually appeared, and even the lips were chapped.

She doesn't behave like a normal lady at all.

Lan'er looked at her in horror, her eyes wide open. Seeing her face getting redder and redder from being wiped, almost breaking, she immediately got up: "My lady! My lady, what's wrong with you!"

Ning Ruxin suddenly stopped and smiled at her: "Is the rouge gone now? Hmm? Am I pretty?"

Lan'er's heart was beating fast, and she swallowed her saliva: "Beautiful, my lady has always been beautiful."

She picked up the umbrella again: "Let's go back first, you are soaked."

"Yes, I have always been beautiful, hehe..." Ning Ruxin laughed out loud and was dragged and embraced by Lan'er back to Yaohua Garden.

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Ningzhu Pavilion.

Seeing that it was raining, Zhaoyue lazily returned to her room.

A faint fragrance lingers in the room, set against the long, shimmering curtains and the lustrous colored glass cups, making it seem even more noble and elegant, making one want to find out how many treasures are there.

Zhao Yue was sleeping on a plush white fur blanket with her eyes closed quietly. She had just flipped through a few pages of a notebook and it fell to the ground.

Her slender, white hands were also exposed.

The silk quilt covering her body was embroidered with gold and silver patterns, which concealed her graceful figure but could not hide her charming face. Her black hair was scattered casually, making her look even more lazy.

It makes people feel suddenly surprised.

Ah, it turns out that the colored glass treasures piled up in this room are only for the purpose of nurturing this brightest "pearl".

A tall figure climbed in through the window.

He took off his cloak and made sure that his clothes were not wet by the rain before he quietly walked to the bed and got under the quilt.

Someone pressed close to her.

He gathered his strength in his palm, slid it to her waist, and held her tightly.

Zhaoyue moaned, frowned, turned around and snuggled into the man's arms. Feeling a slightly cool temperature, she gradually regained consciousness.

"Don't get close to me..." She spoke in a daze, with a hint of complaint, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

"No." The hoarse voice was very soft, but he hugged her tighter. His slightly cold body activated his internal strength and gradually became warm.

Zhao Yue hummed comfortably, smelling her familiar scent, and buried his head closer, but his eyes were still closed: "Don't you know how to change clothes before coming."

"Your servant can't wait..." He stared at Zhaoyue's sleeping face and couldn't help but move close to her earlobe and wanted to kiss it.

But the person in his arms seemed to understand, twisted a little, held his hand in his arms, and muttered vaguely: "The evil devil in lust..."

How could he be a sex maniac? He hadn't seen her for half a day.

His whole body ached just thinking about it.

A trace of grievance flashed in He Quan's eyes. He gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and kissed her snow-white neck: "My lady, speak to me."

Zhao Yue felt tickled by his warm breath and had to open her eyes: "I told you that it was natural, because I am the master."

Laughing and dodging.

He Quan licked her earlobe as if he was holding back his anger, and watched her skin gradually turn pink. He pressed his body against hers tightly, like a mountain, and he couldn't push her away no matter what.

Zhao Yue lost his strength and had to pretend to surrender: "Okay, okay, you are a gentleman."

She changed her words again: "A decent eunuch."

He Quan's breathing became heavy, and a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, as if he was very unhappy with this word.

He quickly covered it up and rubbed Zhaoyue's little hand: "Concubine Ning went to the Hall of Supreme Harmony and came out in a daze."

"Yeah." Zhao Yue responded lazily.

"Huang Quan took out a box and asked Xiao Xiazi to burn it. It rained today, so they will go back quickly. Half of the things are still there." He Quan sat up and handed the things on the ground over.

More than half of the scroll had been burnt.

Zhao Yue stretched out his hand and wanted to see.

"Dirty." He Quan stopped her and slowly unfolded the scroll.

"This is..." Zhao Yue lay in his arms, looking at the painting in front of her with only half of the woman's back left, feeling a little confused.

He Quan pointed at the red seal below: "This is the red seal when Zhu Dingyuan was still in the mansion. This painting is the maidservant that I told you about before, the one he loved."

Zhao Yue laughed: "Like? How much can I love him when the child I was pregnant with died so quietly."

She looked at He Quan with her fox eyes and smiled slyly: "He only loves the pure kindness of youth."

He Quan put the painting down, stretched his hand in front of her and said coquettishly: "The slave is dirty."

“……” Zhao Yue had no choice but to pick up the handkerchief and wipe it for him.

He blatantly caressed the hand that she used to love to peek at, which was white, slender, with distinct joints and obvious blue veins.

He Quan's voice was low and hoarse: "Bai Yueguang was the wound in his heart. He let it go. Then the young lady..."

Zhao Yue curled her lips, licked them, and brushed his fingertips with her shiny nails: "Then I will have to be that... cinnabar mole reluctantly."

Qiu Ju: "My lady, there seems to be movement of His Majesty's carriage outside!"

He Quan stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead: "The servant will withdraw first."

The noise at the door was getting closer.

Zhao Yue gave him a seductive smile and tapped her lips with her finger: "Here."

Huang Quan's voice of "Your Majesty has arrived" could be clearly heard amid the sound of rain.

He Quan bent his lips, narrowed his amber eyes slightly, revealing a hint of desire, and kissed her rosy lips.