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

As night fell, a crescent moon rose in the starry sky. Qiu Ju was waiting at the door, and she breathed out a breath to warm her hands because she was cold.

Finally, a figure appeared: "Sister Taoxi, you are back!"

"I picked too much and wasted some time. Are you cold? What are you waiting for me here for? Where's the young master?"

"My lady has gone to bed. You must get up early tomorrow to pay respects to the imperial concubine."

"Come in quickly." Taoxi touched Qiuju's hand and pulled her inside.

The door of Ningzhu Pavilion was closed.

He Quan took the hairpin off Zhao Yue's bun and said, "Tao Xi is back."

"You have good ears."

He chuckled, "Qiuju becomes more lively and louder when she sees Taoxi."

Zhao Yue yawned, stood up and walked towards the bed: "You go back, I'm tired."

He Quan frowned and followed her: "My lady."

Zhao Yue touched the bed that she hadn't slept in for a few days, lifted the quilt and crawled in, showing him a well-behaved look: "What's wrong, little Quanzi."

"I just said the wrong thing," He Quan approached and sat on the edge of the bed, "I don't want to sleep alone."

Zhao Yue blinked and curled her lips: "Ah, what should we do then...then you...sleep on the floor."

A trace of grievance flashed in He Quan's eyes: "It's cold in winter, I'm afraid my body can't stand it."

Really? With all those scars on his body, how can he be so weak?

Zhao Yue's eyes wandered over him, revealing distress: "But... you said you were begging me, but you weren't sincere."

He Quan's face turned red and he coughed softly: "Really, do you really want it?"

Zhao Yue raised an eyebrow and wrapped the quilt around herself: "Hey, it turns out that Xiao Quanzi doesn't keep his word."

Seeing that she was about to turn her back to him.

He Quan stood up: "My lord."

His low, hoarse voice was full of blushing and heart-pounding magnetism in the silent room.

Zhao Yue's heart beat loudly, and he hummed in a nonchalant manner, "Actually, I don't really want to watch it."

From the last time I saw him, He Quan was dressed very warmly every night, and when he bullied her, he wanted to strip her naked. How could such a thing be justified?

She wanted Xiao Quanzi to face up to his own body and defects.

It’s not because I want to see it, absolutely not, she is not that kind of person, cough.

He Quan reached out and unbuttoned his lapel, feeling indescribable joy and shyness in his heart. He could see that Zhao Zhao liked his body very much, but he was being teased like this.

It's really hard to endure.

Zhaoyue heard the rustling sound of clothes, covered half of her face with the quilt, and stared at him with fox eyes.

Against the backdrop of the flickering candlelight, his clothes fell to the ground, and his originally fair skin was illuminated orange, as if it was coated with a layer of soft light, making it even more lustrous.

He had a cold and handsome face, the mole on his nose was disturbing, and his amber eyes were staring at her.

It was a vaguely aggressive gaze that made Zhaoyue, who was lying in the quilt, feel hot all over.

Such a face, but a strong body, her face began to blush, and she stayed at the smooth outline of his lower abdomen for a few seconds, and wanted to turn around: "Okay, okay."

At the end, he added: "You can put it on now. You are not in good health. Don't freeze to death."

He Quan narrowed his eyes slightly, watching her flirt and run away, and a few laughs escaped from his throat.

"I really want to sleep alone, you...you go back." Zhaoyue's ears turned red.

The bed sank slightly, and a slightly cold body pressed against her from behind, and a hand slowly stroked her waist.

"I haven't begged you yet." His breath was warm, and the scent of crabapple wrapped Zhaoyue completely.

Zhao Yue was trapped by him: "You...you..."

His fingers gradually moved upwards, and his fingertips touched her sensitive earlobe. Zhao Yue couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his lips came close: "My slave begs my lady, please rest with me."

He held Zhaoyue's hand and led her to touch his body. Zhaoyue touched his chest, her head dizzy: "Okay, okay, because you insist so much."

She turned around to face He Quan and rubbed him more and more. He Quan hugged her tightly, his breathing becoming a little rapid.

He looked at Zhaoyue's eyes and reached out to push her hair back, his fingers touching the soft fox fur blanket.

He Quan frowned: "Did Zhu Dingyuan give this to you?"

Zhao Yue followed his gaze and felt inexplicably guilty: "I remember asking Tao Xi to put it away. It should have been put there by Qiu Ju that day. It was accidental, ahem."

She glanced at He Quan's face and said, "Change it now."

He Quan rubbed the blanket and looked at the gray on his fingertips. Zhao Yue gritted his teeth and said, "Why is it still fading? This is too perfunctory. Even Zhu Dingyuan was deceived."

"My Lord, smell it and see if there is any smell."

Zhao Yue rubbed it with his hands and sniffed it lightly: "It smells like fox fur, but it's very faint. There's also a faint smell of...stone?"

She was a little confused and rubbed her fingers hard, and a light gray color appeared on her fingertips.

He Quan took the blanket off the bed. "It's arsenic. It's calcined from the fire, taken out and cooled, and then ground into a fine powder. It's even more poisonous."

Zhao Yue pursed her lips and said, "What will happen if I sleep on it for a long time?"

"I'm afraid of the cold in winter and can't leave my blanket. I sleep with the powder seeping into my skin and into my mouth every night. It takes at most a month... I bleed from all my orifices."

He Quan hugged her, felt her body tremble, and whispered: "Fortunately, the young lady just lay down for a while, where is the detoxification pill."

Zhaoyue pointed at the sachet hanging above, looking a little listless.

He Quan took the pill and fed her to drink it: "What's wrong, are you scared?"

Zhao Yue shook her head: "What are you afraid of? These methods will be seen sooner or later, it's just a step earlier."

She looked at the blanket on the ground: "Someone is using Zhu Dingyuan to harm me, and she is not afraid that I will use her trick against her."

"Have you guessed who it is?" He Quan stared at her and smiled.

"Who else could be so capable of passing through the Ministry of Internal Affairs so easily and delivering the goods to my palace intact? He even dared to plot against His Majesty." Zhao Yue blinked and fed the detoxification pill into his mouth.

"My lord is very smart, I am far behind you."

"She's still pregnant, so keep this away. I'll give her a big gift when the time comes."

When He Quan returned to the bed again and wanted to put on his clothes, Zhao Yue pulled him back. She rolled into He Quan's arms and sneezed pitifully: "The bed is so cold, I can only hold you."

Her fingers brushed against his chest carelessly, and He Quan smiled softly, "Yes."

Zhao Yue was very sleepy, she curled up in his arms and whimpered a few times, hugging him tightly, mumbling: "Little Quanzi... you are so amazing..."

He Quan closed his eyes, listened to her talking in her sleep, and patted her back gently: "Go to sleep... Zhao Zhao..."

It was midnight and it was very quiet outside. Listening to Zhao Yue's even breathing, He Quan opened his eyes.

He pulled the quilt tighter for Zhao Yue, stood up and went to the window. A figure appeared outside and said in a low voice: "My Lord."

He Quan's voice was as cold as ice in the dark night: "Fengyi Palace."

"Yes."