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

His fingers were cold, or maybe it was the ointment that was cold. When he applied it to her swollen ankle, he felt an inexplicable tingling sensation.

Zhaoyue couldn't help but shudder, her toes curled slightly.

He Quan's face looked normal as she spread the ointment evenly and massaged it gently with her fingertips. She watched the thick white ointment slowly turn white, and for some reason her face became hotter and hotter.

Obviously, the ointment is cold.

It was too quiet, and she seemed to be enveloped by the man's cold fragrance. This made her feel helpless, but she didn't know what to say.

Apologize, he really has to apologize.

But, why would one enter a concubine's bedroom in the middle of the night? It really doesn't make sense.

The moment He Quan withdrew his hand, she quickly tucked her feet back into the quilt and took a breath.

This frightened look made He Quan chuckle through his nose.

"You have also apologized. I am not the kind of unreasonable master. You can go now. I forgive you."

Zhaoyue stared at him warily, afraid that he would do something out of line again.

He Quan: "My young master, are you not used to being served by your servants?" He paused and said, "Or, your servants are not serving you well."

In the harem, there are many handsome eunuchs serving the empress. They are not real men, and physical contact is just a temporary solution. The empresses like to see them forbearing.

So this is not a strange thing, it is just tacitly understood.

But Zhao Yue had never let a eunuch serve her before. She looked at He Quan's puzzled expression and whispered, "No... I'm more ticklish..."

He Quan didn't expect her to say that, and finally couldn't help but chuckle.

Zhao Yue was extremely embarrassed: "Please leave quickly. I need to rest."

But he acted as if he heard nothing and leaned forward instead.

Looking at the approaching man, Zhaoyue's breathing stagnated.

What is he going to do.

He Quan picked up the book behind her, his eyes dark, and when he looked at the title, his voice darkened, with a teasing tone: "Ah..."

His fingers were slender as he casually flipped through a few pages, his eyes sparkling.

"Give it back to me!" Zhao Yue reacted and hurried to grab it, fearing that he would see something he shouldn't see.

But she had sprained her ankle and could not move easily, and she struggled several times but could not grab his arm that was raised high.

He Quan opened his thin lips slightly: "Spring...playing with fire..." Before he could finish the word "picture" in his mouth, Zhao Yue covered his mouth.

Her little face turned red with anxiety, and she didn't care about anything else. She covered his lips with both hands and threw him onto the couch.

He Quan looked at her, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Zhao Yue snatched the book away and held it in his arms in shame and anger: "You, you are so bold!"

He Quan was pressed down by her, and he stood up. His distant face was not as cold as before, and his thick eyebrows were slightly raised, with a bit of wantonness: "Then, my lady, please forgive me."

He wasn't afraid at all.

Zhao Yue's eyes were a little red. She felt aggrieved by his shameless behavior. She had tried her best not to conflict with him and even saved him, but now she had lost face in front of him again.

This kind of private matter is the secret of her favor. She is not as talented as Ning Ruxin, and Zhu Dingyuan will only find it funny if she talks about those big truths with this face.

So she had to find another way, and only in bed did she manage to beat Ning Ruxin.

Now, now, he was seen by a eunuch, who was his enemy from the previous life.

He must have looked down on her.

The more Zhao Yue thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. Tears welled up in her eyes and fell like beads, all landing on He Quan's clothes.

She started crying, making her already charming face look even more lively. The tip of her nose was stained red, and her pink lips were wet and shimmering, like a vixen who had been badly bullied.

He Quan lowered his eyes: "I'm sorry... My lady, it's my fault."

His eyes softened: "I didn't see anything just now. If you mind, can you dig out my eyes?"

Zhao Yue hiccupped and said, "Where did you go wrong?"

"I am wrong in every way."

He Quan lowered his eyes, with a look of genuine remorse, and let her do whatever she wanted.

Zhao Yue then stopped crying, picked up his sleeve to wipe her tears, and sniffed.

"My Lord, are you still digging?"

He always spoke coldly, and although he had a pair of affectionate lotus eyes, they were actually filled with ice. At this moment, he softened his attitude and asked her gently, which actually made Zhaoyue hear some doting.

She was speechless for a moment: "No, I won't dig."

Her heart was beating fast, and she realized she was still sitting on him, so she quickly pulled back.

This person's hands are so cold, but his body is so hot.

Her whole body was burned.

Zhao Yue stuffed the book back and said, "Don't talk nonsense, or I'll pull out your tongue."

He Quan stood up and faced her, his eyes deep: "My lady went to the Imperial Garden today, hoping to sleep with you, but was intercepted by Concubine Ning, right?"

"How do you know so much about the palace?" Zhao Yue choked unhappily, looking at his chest, hesitantly asked: "Your injury... is it because of going to the Zongzheng Mansion?"

"Forget it, you don't have to answer."

"Yes." He Quan responded softly.

Zhao Yue raised her eyes and looked straight into his eyes.

"The chief eunuch in your palace didn't even go to the Imperial Hospital to ask for the imperial physician. He was thinking about how to please Concubine Ning so that he could serve her."

He Quan looked at her word by word with deep meaning.

"So, this is my palace's business, it has nothing to do with you."

He curled his lips slightly and said, "My young master wants to be a favorite concubine. I can help you."

Zhaoyue's heart slowed down for a beat, and then began beating like a drum. She had been thinking about how to win him over, but he actually came to her on his own initiative.

She was indeed afraid of He Quan, but she also needed He Quan. She could not panic and could not be controlled by him.

Zhao Yue picked up the tea and snorted arrogantly: "You are just a lowly eunuch, how can you help me?"

Oh no, did I say it too harshly? He won’t give up just like that.

"I am a eunuch, but I dared to challenge the chief eunuch of the imperial concubine, and dared to break into the Zongzheng Mansion at night and invite the imperial physician. My lady, you... really didn't notice anything wrong?"

His hoarse voice scratched Zhaoyue's eardrums, making her feel uneasy. Of course she noticed it, and of course she knew what his background was.

Zhao Yue took a sip of the cooling tea and said, "Why me?"

"You have the leverage over Concubine Ning, and you saved me. I am not a fool."

He extended his hand to the seated Zhao Yue: "I will definitely let you sit in the most precious seat, and you, please let me enter the Hall of Supreme Harmony smoothly, okay?"

Zhao Yue looked at his handsome face, bit her lower lip, and handed her hand to him. Her voice trembled slightly, but with excitement and ambition: "I want to be the queen."

He Quan held her hand tightly: "Slave... obey your command."