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

It's over.

After a dizzy spell, Zhaoyue returned to bed again.

Looking at the man leaning over her, she smiled flatteringly: "What? I don't understand."

He Quan narrowed his eyes. She was wearing a skirt. Although it was not pajamas, it was stained with the smell of ambergris, which seeped into his nose bit by bit.

His eyes became increasingly gloomy.

"Your Majesty, I am always by your side. Long live your Majesty."

"..."

"Only the moon can see my suffering."

"..." Zhao Yue quickly covered his lips: "I, where did I say that?"

He Quan stared at her closely, his eyes slowly drooped, his eyelashes trembled, and even the corners of his lips, which always had a smile on them, fell.

Zhao Yue immediately stretched out her hands and hooked them around his neck, leaning into his arms and moving closer to him: "It's all nonsense, it's all nonsense."

He Quan rested his chin on her shoulder and neck, and said in a muffled voice: "I know, but I still feel wronged."

He was going to leave after he got out, but he couldn't walk, so he just lay there and listened to these words, feeling anxious and aching in his heart.

Zhaoyue was hugged tightly by him and turned over.

I sat directly on him, feeling a little dazed.

"The servants have it too."

"What?" Zhao Yue didn't understand and looked down at him.

He Quan pursed his lips, his expression was cold and his handsome cheeks quickly turned red with embarrassment. He seemed to find it difficult to speak and pulled his shirt open a little.

His collarbone was exposed.

"There are injuries, too."

"You are hurt?"

Zhao Yue's face changed, and she hurriedly pulled his clothes. When she saw He Quan's exposed chest, she paused and pulled the clothes back: "You, you don't want me to see your body, so you should do it yourself."

She looked at him with concern: "Is it serious? Do you want a doctor to take a look?"

"..."

He Quan pulled her hand back, placed it on his chest, turned his face away and spoke softly: "It hurts..."

When Zhao Yue heard him say it hurt, she became anxious again: "I'm just taking a look, I won't touch you."

But when his shirt fell off completely.

He is neither thin nor sickly, but has broad shoulders and a strong waist that are extremely masculine, with tight muscles and distinct abdominal muscles, and even smooth lines like a mermaid hidden in his lower abdomen.

Except for the brief glimpse of his back when he was bathing last time, this was the first time Zhaoyue saw his body clearly.

Her face quickly became hot.

Eunuch, can this be done?

There was not a single scar on his face, only "grooves" in his muscles, and he was trembling slightly because of nervousness.

As if she had bullied him, his face turned redder than usual, and the coldness in his heart melted away silently, leaving only the obvious "shyness" that he had never expressed before.

Zhao Yue swallowed her saliva and felt very hot: "You, you are fine, aren't you hurt?"

Resist the urge to touch him and get off him.

He Quan grabbed her wrist fiercely, "My lady, my lady hasn't checked yet."

He actually took her hand and placed it on his chest!

Zhao Yue's warm palm covered him, and he gasped quickly, sweat rolling down his forehead, but he seemed to be competing with Zhu Dingyuan: "My lord, you will know the wounds on my body by just touching them."

It turns out he wasn't injured.

He wanted her to see his scar.

Zhao Yue held back her laughter and pretended not to understand, asking, "What will you know after touching it?"

“Know who the hero is.”

He Quan spoke in a low voice and pulled her onto his chest. There was a dark, dangerous light in his eyes. He pressed her fingers and stroked her slowly.

One inch.

Another inch down.

His breathing went from slow to rapid, from peaceful to disordered, so close to her.

She pushed harder and slid to his waist. He groaned and his body trembled slightly. He seemed to be unable to bear it, but also seemed to be happy. He allowed her to curiously and freshly study every part of "him".

The blush on Zhaoyue's face gradually faded, her fox eyes lit up, and the smile at the corners of her lips gradually deepened.

She pulled He Quan's hand away.

The palm stopped at the chest and squeezed.

He Quan froze: "Young... Young Master..."

"Although you are not an ordinary eunuch, did you really not use any secret medicine? It's so hard."

She poked.

He Quan raised his eyes and stared at her playful eyes: "Little..."

"Hmm?" Zhaoyue's fingertips rubbed the protruding part on his chest.

"Um……"

He Quan trembled a few times, his eyelids were red as if they were about to bleed, but he did not resist, he just gritted his teeth and said: "Don't tease me..."

Zhao Yue only smiled like a fox: "You asked me to touch you."

She touched faster, from the waist to the front, and then back to the waist. Her fingertips suddenly touched something, and Zhaoyue frowned.

"Get down here."

He Quan turned over obediently.

Zhaoyue lifted the clothes on his back, and his entire back appeared in front of her, with scars of varying sizes and depths.

It made his fair skin look hideous.

Some of them were already very shallow, but they were still covered with more wounds, as if he was always hurt.

Zhao Yue's tears quickly welled up, she wiped them away immediately and gently placed her fingers on it: "Does it hurt?"

He Quan's voice was gentle: "It doesn't hurt, are you afraid, young master?"

"Isn't it ugly?" He said with a hint of smile in his tone.

"Is this why you don't want me to see your body?"

He Quan did not respond. After a long while, he said, "He Quan is not a rich young man, nor is he some noble prince lurking in the palace. He is just a servant."

He tilted his head, his voice tinged with self-pity: "My lord, will you be disappointed? Will you be disdainful?"

He Quan propped himself up and looked her in the eye: "Slave, how dare you covet your master."

Zhaoyue looked at his sad pupils.

Tears still fell: "What are you talking about, of course you are a slave, you are my little power..."

She hugged He Quan and gently stroked his scar with her fingertips: "If you hadn't met me, where would you go after you finished what you wanted to do."

He Quan hugged her and said softly: "Die."

"What if you become the most powerful eunuch?"

He Quan reached out his hand to wipe her tears and smiled: "There is only one ending."

Zhao Yue's face was pressed against his palm: "What now?"

A gleam of light flashed in He Quan's eyes, and his amber eyes seemed to peel away the mist: "With the young master."

His smile became more tender: "I have said that I have found my own path. My life has long been yours."

Zhao Yue's face turned red again: "That means you won't have the thought of dying anymore."

"If this servant dies, what will happen to you, my lady?" He took Zhaoyue's hand and placed it on his chest: "What will happen to my Zhaozhao?"

"Then you still, you still tricked me into tears." Zhao Yue sniffed: "It's just a few scars, you're not a tough guy at all!"

"Tough guy?" He Quan thought: "I'll go find more people to fight with."

Zhao Yue quickly covered his lips: "Fighting and killing, are you a reckless man?"

She still couldn't hide her heartache in her eyes: "I don't know your life experience, wait until you want to tell me and I'll listen. I also know that the road ahead will not be easy, but you have to promise me that you won't risk your life."

Zhao Yue kissed his lips: "You are not alone now."

"I obey your command." He Quan pressed close to her: "Now... who is the hero?"

"..." Zhao Yue surrendered: "You, you, you, you are the most powerful hero in the world, a tyrant, and all the scars on your body are the marks of your manliness!"

He Quan chuckled softly in satisfaction.

Zhaoyue tried to recall whether the person she hugged had scars on his back every time she "slept with him", but she could not remember the details.

Her eyes darkened and she quickly covered them up, suddenly reaching out to pull his pants: "Since I've seen this far, I'll continue looking!"

He Quan's face suddenly changed, and he tightened his belt: "Zhao Zhao! No, this is too disgusting to look at!"