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

She fell down and her butt just sat on the doorstep. Tears came out of her eyes because of the pain.

The person who bumped into her had his sleeve tightly grasped by her. He groaned and half-knelt in front of her.

The two looked up, and Taoxi, with tearful eyes, saw a pale face.

Prince Duan Ze looked at her and opened his lips slightly: "Is it you?"

The man that day was very steady, a little clever, and looked down on her little servant.

Taoxi also recognized him, wiped away the tears that were caused by pain, let go of his sleeve and tried to get up.

But my butt really hurts!

She could only smile and said, "Your servant, your servant greets you, sir."

Why is it him again? It's embarrassing to see him. I'm so unlucky.

Taoxi saw him stand up and glanced at her thoughtfully: "Greetings, Ben... This is the first time I have seen a servant sitting on the ground to greet me."

She couldn't even get up because of the pain, her poor bottom.

Taoxi took a deep breath.

"Forget it, cough cough cough... Although you didn't offend me much, I always have a good temper. Let me help you, a little maid." Zhu Jing looked at her ashamed and angry face and stretched out his hand.

As a result, Taoxi grabbed the small door and stood up in one go.

She smiled at him politely, "It was my fault for being so careless that I bumped into you, sir, and almost tore your clothes. I am guilty. I will stay away from you next time I see you. I hope you will forgive me this time."

Her eyes fell on the man, and her smile was a little cute.

Was there any blame in his words? Zhu Jing was a little puzzled: "Do you know my identity?"

Taoxi looked at him strangely: "Your Excellency is dressed in fine clothes and has a good temperament. You must be a capable general by His Majesty's side."

That's quite insightful.

Zhu Jing's lips curled up slightly: "Ahem... ahem, I scared you too, this is just an accident, ahem..."

"Thank you, sir. I'll take my leave first." Taoxi bowed her head in gratitude before he could finish speaking, picked up the basket and was about to leave.

Seeing that she was about to run, Zhu Jing coughed a few times and quickly grabbed her wrist: "You... cough cough cough..."

He hasn't finished yet.

Taoxi looked at his face and suddenly covered her mouth: "Sir... why are you... bleeding."

Zhu Jing took a deep breath and reached out to wipe the corner of his mouth, with bright red blood staining his fingers.

"Did this servant make you vomit blood?"

Taoxi's face was paler than his at this moment. Looking at the bright red blood on his fingertips, she felt dizzy and as if the sky was falling.

Help, my lady, she is in trouble.

She closed her eyes and pretended to faint, then fell to the ground with a thud. The basket rolled several times before stopping on the palace path.

He just said it was an accident, so he shouldn't blame her. She fainted in the palace road in an ugly posture, so he should think it was unlucky and leave.

This man looks tall, but why is he so fragile? He will break if touched!

Zhu Jing did not want to blame her. He wanted to explain that it was his own fault that he vomited blood, but the little maid in front of him fainted.

……

He looked at her face, sighed, picked up the basket and brought it to her side, ready to leave, only to notice that her eyelashes were trembling.

Zhu Jing chuckled in his heart.

Pretending?

-

Pixiang Hall.

"My lady, what happened to you?" Fuling looked at the person on the bed and tears fell.

She wiped it off quickly and went to find the maid outside: "Xia Cao, Xia Cao, is the imperial physician here?"

"The imperial physician came the day before yesterday, but the young lady refused to take the medicine. Sister Fuling, what should we do?"

Fuling clenched her hands: "Go find Concubine Ling, go quickly!"

"Yes."

When Lingpin arrived at the Pixiang Palace, she saw Fuling kneeling at the door of the bedroom with a bad look on her face: "Alright, you guys go down first."

Liu Xi stood guard at the door: "Everyone go down."

After opening the door, Lingpin smelled the odor in the room, covered her nose, and pushed open all the windows.

She went to the bedside, looked at the motionless figure inside, and hung up the bed curtain: "If father knew that you entered the palace like this, he would definitely regret going to so much trouble to let you in."

Meng Shuran's tightly closed eyes trembled and she said nothing.

"Why, you were clamoring to see His Majesty every day in the mansion, and you missed him so much that you couldn't wait, but now that you've entered the palace, you're acting so timid?"

Lingpin said word by word without hesitation: "Reading the poems written by Your Majesty, you are so arrogant that you are like a moth flying into a flame, thinking that you can stay with Your Majesty forever after entering the palace, right?"

Meng Shuran opened her eyes and propped herself up. Her hair was scattered on her shoulders, messy, and her eye sockets were red. "I have never thought about staying with His Majesty forever. I just want to be away from him, to be closer to him. What's wrong with me?"

Lingpin sat down slowly, her narrow eyes sneered: "Wrong, what's wrong with you? You were wrong in dreaming of being together forever, and you were wrong in not letting go of your proud talent after entering the palace. Do you think your ambition is still in the mansion?"

She stretched out her hand, and the armor poked Meng Shuran's face, causing pain: "Sister, you entered the palace to help me. No matter which of us is favored, it is the glory of the Ling Mansion and the entire family!"

Meng Shuran looked at her face, tears welling up in her eyes: "Sister, how could you become like this? You...you said that His Majesty is kind and gentle and treats you very well..."

"Yes, he treats me very well, otherwise why would he employ my father, let me sleep with him, and give me paintings?"

She smiled, her eyes fell on Meng Shuran's face, and she said sarcastically: "But have you seen Concubine Zhao? Do you know how stunning she is? Have you seen Concubine Gao? Do you know how gentle and virtuous she is? You claim to be beautiful and well-read."

Lingpin snorted and let go of her hand: "Your Majesty's love depends on snatching and fighting, how naive."

Meng Shuran trembled: "Sister...so even if His Majesty treats us like that, you don't have any resentment at all?"

A slap landed clearly on her face, and her skin quickly became red and swollen.

Lingpin's tone was as cold as ice: "What qualifications do you have to resent His Majesty? Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, the monarch. Who are we, and who are you?"

She stood up and rubbed her wrist: "Sister, although you and I are sisters, we are also His Majesty's women. I came to talk to you today because I want you to be more sober."

"So many women would climb into your Majesty's bed, and you are still here mourning the passing of autumn and the moon. If you are really that proud, you might as well hit your head against the wall and die. Don't act like this in front of me."

Lingpin narrowed her eyes and lowered her voice: "A delicate lady, I feel sick just by being in the mansion."

She walked away, and the door closed with a creak.

Meng Shuran's hair covered half of her face, making it impossible to tell her true emotions. After a long while, she laughed out loud and reached out her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Fuling came in from outside: "Young Master, Young Master!"

She was uneasy: "My dear, what are you laughing at?"

Meng Shuran raised her face, her eyes still clear: "Nothing, I just feel that... the harem is really a place where people are eaten."

"Eating people, what does that mean... Young Master, please take the medicine quickly. You also need to apply medicine to the scars on your body. I beg you, your health is the most important thing. His Majesty has sent many gifts. You will be happy to see them. Please don't degrade your body!"

Meng Shuran closed her eyes: "Medicine."