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

Zhu Dingyuan pushed open the door and couldn't help curling his lips as he looked at the beautiful woman who was propping herself up on the bed with sleepy eyes.

The window shook gently a few times.

He walked over with a reproachful tone: "Yue'er, you are still sick, you can't be exposed to the wind when you rest."

Zhao Yue rubbed her eyes and held out her hand to him: "Your Majesty, may you be well. I just feel that the charcoal fire in the room is too stuffy. Your Majesty, please leave Yue Er alone."

Zhu Dingyuan looked around the charcoal basin on the ground and found that the room was indeed very warm. He nodded and gave up the idea of ​​closing the window.

He held her hand and sat beside the bed: "Your body is indeed very hot. Why don't you use the new fox fur blanket I gave you?"

Zhao Yue's eyes were somewhat helpless: "Your Majesty, the moon is so hot that it's burning hot. It's not even winter yet. Isn't this too delicate?"

Her face was red as she had just woken up, her cheeks were rosy and pink, and her frowning brows made her look even more lively and bright.

This look of annoyance made Zhu Dingyuan happy.

"I'm not afraid of Yue'er being spoiled, I'm only afraid that Yue'er won't want my things."

Zhao Yue coughed a few times, raised her hand and placed it on Zhu Dingyuan's forehead: "What's wrong with your majesty? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhu Dingyuan actually revealed a somewhat teasing look: "I don't know, maybe it's because... I always want to make Yue'er happy."

So I want to send all the good things to Ningzhu Pavilion.

He leaned against Zhaoyue, feeling the calming emotions, and rested his chin on Zhaoyue's forehead: "Yue'er is not well yet, I shouldn't bother you, but I always want to talk to you in my heart."

"It's Yue'er who is not well. Yue'er is always sick... She is not in good health. We cannot let Your Majesty..."

Zhao Yue's voice became lower and lower, and he lowered his eyes.

Zhu Dingyuan quickly said, "You know that's not what I meant."

He lifted up Zhaoyue's little face, his gentle eyes were as usual, but infatuated: "I have never told you about the past. I was young too, and I was born in an imperial family, so I can't be moved by emotions. I have come all the way to now..."

Zhu Dingyuan held her hand and said in a deep voice: "I have come this far and am now at the pinnacle of power. I can finally do whatever I want and protect whoever I want to protect."

Zhao Yue looked at him, her eyes sparkling with moisture, as if she was overwhelmed with emotion: "Your Majesty... I am lucky to have met you. As long as I can stay by your side, I don't ask for anything else."

"That's why I pity you even more. You don't ask me to come, nor do you ask for a position." Zhu Dingyuan wanted to kiss her lips.

Zhaoyue suddenly coughed a few times and his face became redder.

Because she caught a glimpse and saw that the window moved. He Quan was still eavesdropping!

Zhu Dingyuan didn't kiss him anymore, and asked nervously, "What's wrong? Why are you coughing so uncomfortably? Is it getting worse?"

Zhao Yue smiled childishly: "No... Your Majesty's words made me embarrassed and I choked for a moment."

She looked at the hand holding hers, which was a little cold. Zhao Yue turned his hand over and frowned at the wound: "Your Majesty...your hand..."

"It's okay, I just accidentally scratched myself."

Seeing her concerned look, Zhu Dingyuan couldn't help but pull his sleeves down further, letting her see a larger scar on the inside of his arm.

"Here..." Zhao Yue looked at the scar that had already healed. It was very light in color but very long. Her eyes turned red and were quickly covered with a layer of mist.

"Everyone says that your majesty is the Son of Heaven, a person worth a thousand gold. Others only see your majesty's golden and jade-like majesty, but they don't see the pain your majesty endures under the lamplight at his desk."

Zhaoyue's tears fell on Zhu Dingyuan's skin.

He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes flashed with surging waves. He hugged Zhaoyue, and his voice trembled a little.

"You... Yue'er... Yue'er..."

Who could understand his pain, the empress dowager, the late emperor, or the women in the harem?

He climbed to this position step by step, relying not on luck at all.

Only she can understand, only her!

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have scared Yue'er. I was wrong."

"Your Majesty's mistake is not this, but that you don't care about your own body." Zhao Yue looked at his face.

Her voice was filled with cruelty: "Your Majesty's body is the hope of all people. It must be that Huang Zongguan didn't serve him carefully. Yue'er will punish him severely!"

When her charming face got angry, she looked dazzlingly arrogant, but the tip of her nose and her rosy pupils made her look more cute and not scary at all.

Zhu Dingyuan looked at her with interest but said nothing.

Zhao Yue glanced at him and tugged at his sleeve: "Your Majesty, why don't you speak?"

"I want to hear how to punish him?"

"Your Majesty..." Zhao Yue bit her lip angrily, "How dare I punish Huang Zongguan?"

“Hahahahaha.” Zhu Dingyuan laughed and pulled down his sleeves: “It doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s normal for men to have a few scars on their bodies, but Yue’er seems to feel sorry for me.”

He lowered his head: "I like it very much."

Zhao Yue curled her lips and said, "Yes, Your Majesty is a hero, a tyrant, so he is not afraid of having many scars."

"Okay, okay, I promise Yue'er that I will take care of my body in the future, okay?"

He wiped away the tears from Zhaoyue's face, and was more impressed by her beautiful appearance. He knew what it meant to be in tears and what it meant to be as precious as a pearl.

Zhao Yue lowered her voice and said, "Your Majesty is much older than me. If you still don't take care of your body."

She snorted.

"Just what?"

Her fox eyes turned delicately, and she moved closer to him: "Yue'er doesn't want to become... a widow."

"Nonsense."

Zhu Dingyuan frowned, his face serious. Seeing that she was aggrieved, he had to say, "What kind of storybooks have you read? I am the only one who spoils you. Otherwise, this is a curse that I will not live long. Do you really think I dare not punish you?"

Zhao Yue pretended to tremble in fear, but her eyes were curved: "Yes, then Your Majesty will punish me to stay by your side forever, and Your Majesty will live long and long, okay?"

Zhu Dingyuan tapped her forehead and said, "If I have a child in the future, it won't be like you."

The window moved again.

Zhaoyue sneezed a few times, his eyes looking sleepy.

"I have forgotten the time. I will ask the imperial physician to come and check it later. I have been busy these days and the birthday banquet is approaching. Yue'er must take care of herself and look beautiful when the time comes."

Zhao Yue nodded: "Has the rain stopped outside? Yue'er is talking to His Majesty, A-choo."

"I still have official business." Zhu Dingyuan sighed and ruffled her hair: "I wear Yue'er's sachet every day, and I worry about you every night, so Yue'er must take good care of herself."

Zhao Yue then lowered her eyes and said, "Okay, Your Majesty, please also pay attention to the dragon's body and don't get hurt again."

Zhu Dingyuan came out, raised his wrist and looked at the scar, with warmth in his eyes.

Huang Quan: "Your Majesty, the Queen wants you to come over for dinner."

"Ah."

"Go to Fengyi Palace!"

Zhaoyue waited until there was no movement at the door, then coughed lightly and glanced at the window.

He lifted the quilt and said in a guilty voice, "I wonder if Taoxi is feeling better now, Qiuju, I'll go with you to check on her."

Before she pushed the door open, the shadow behind her quickly enveloped her.

He Quan's hoarse voice and hot breath sprinkled on her ears: "Your Majesty is a hero, a tyrant?"