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

Zhao Yue stuffed her small hand warmer into his hands and pretended to be angry: "Your Majesty, you don't care about your health at all!"

Zhu Dingyuan finished his hot tea and returned the hand warmer to her: "How can I use my daughter's things?"

Seeing Zhaoyue sitting next to him and staring at him with her beautiful eyes full of water, he quickly took his hand back and hugged her hand warmer: "It's not because of government affairs, it's because I... always suffer from insomnia."

He thought of the nightmares that had been coming more and more frequently in recent days, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

With a gentle smile on his face, he said, "Tomorrow is my birthday party. I can see you, but I can't help myself."

"Your Majesty, please come whenever you want. Why do you have to put yourself in such a difficult position? I can also go to the Hall of Supreme Harmony to see Your Majesty."

Zhaoyue put her hand on his and rubbed the heat from the hand warmer unnoticeably.

"Yue'er..." Zhu Dingyuan's eyebrows softened.

He also wanted to, but there were so many people in the harem watching them, and he had not yet eliminated them one by one. He would use dirty tricks on whoever he favored these jealous women.

As he gradually pushed Yue'er to a high position, he could express his love openly, and no one dared to make a move on Yue'er.

He will definitely do it.

"You are still young and don't understand the relationships in the harem." Zhu Dingyuan rubbed her hand: "I am doing this to protect you."

Looking at his unusually serious eyes, Zhao Yue couldn't hide her goose bumps and smiled sweetly at him: "I will listen to your majesty."

"Your hands are so cold too. Did you go to pay your respects to the imperial concubine and get frozen again?"

Zhao Yue approached him softly and coughed pitifully a few times, "Yes, the imperial concubine was very happy to see us. She talked for a long time, and the wind was even stronger when she came back."

Zhu Dingyuan's eyes darkened and he grabbed her shoulder: "I'm sorry Yue'er..."

She had to travel such a long way to pay her respects to Concubine Gao. Fortunately, Chuntang Palace had been renovated, so Yue'er wouldn't have to run back and forth anymore.

"I've already said that Yue'er can ride in the imperial sedan chair, so why tire yourself out? I'll have someone take her to your Zhanghuatai tomorrow, and you are not allowed to refuse."

"Ahem." Zhao Yue covered her lips and said, "Yes... Your Majesty pities Yue'er, and Yue'er is overjoyed."

"You care about rules more than I do." Zhu Dingyuan sighed: "If I leave now, Yue'er will definitely not try to keep me."

Zhao Yue looked at him with a pair of charming fox eyes, revealing three parts of grievance and seven parts of coquettishness, complaining: "Your Majesty, it's windy outside. I naturally don't want Your Majesty to leave, but if Your Majesty wants to leave, can I stop you?"

She lowered her eyes pitifully: "I naturally know the rules better than others. The Queen Mother said that I am seductive, and the Queen also asked me to be more calm on weekdays."

"Yue'er can't control her own appearance, and she doesn't want others to say that she is a seductress, so she has to remind herself all the time." Her eyes were moist.

"Yue'er has tried very hard."

Zhu Dingyuan saw her eyelids turn red and tears accumulated in her eyes. His heart ached and he coaxed her: "I was wrong, I said the wrong thing."

Thinking of the Queen Mother and the Empress's beatings on her, she felt disgusted again and hugged her tighter: "I know that Yue'er always treats me with care and is not a foxy person at all."

She was so charming. If she wanted to win favor, there was no one more beautiful than her in the harem, but she never used her body as a bargaining chip.

And those, huh, they took off their clothes willingly with just one look from him, like prostitutes, so disgusting.

Zhao Yue, who had unnoticedly dragged down the Queen Mother and the Empress, did not feel guilty at all. She looked at his expression and decided to stop while she was ahead: "Yue'er missed Your Majesty and painted a portrait for Your Majesty. Would Your Majesty like to see it?"

Zhu Dingyuan nodded and smelled the faint fragrance on her body: "I couldn't ask for more."

Zhaoyue took the painting and unfolded it like he was presenting a treasure.

Zhu Dingyuan, who had seen her painting skills, was still astonished and exclaimed for a long time: "She is so stunning."

He coughed a few times, but the joy in his eyes became even greater.

Zhaoyue looked at his expression and felt a little surprised. As the saying goes, love the house and love the dog. He actually...really fell in love with her...?

"Your Majesty, Yue'er also read your Majesty's poems. Look, Yue'er felt that this part was not good, so she changed it herself." She continued to test, pointing to the collection of poems by Zhu Dingyuan that had been scribbled over by her.

Each of these poems was written by him personally. Zhu Dingyuan's forehead twitched a few times as he looked at the ink-stained books.

He must be angry now, Zhaoyue thought.

He simply closed the book and smiled more deeply: "Okay, I also think it's not good, Yue'er is good."

Zhao Yue opened her red lips slightly and watched him put the painting away: "I will frame it and put it together with the one you painted last time."

"..."

Zhu Dingyuan looked at her and was somewhat moved. He said, "Yue'er is the daughter of the Minister of Rites, but she is not very talented in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. However, she still practices every day for my happiness. What else can I blame her for?"

"..." Zhao Yue forced a laugh.

He took Zhaoyue's hand and said, "I am tired, but Yue'er is not feeling well. I will go to the side hall to rest."

"The moon sends His Majesty..."

"No need, I know the way myself." Zhu Dingyuan stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead: "I'll go by myself."

“……?” Zhao Yue watched him leave and sat down on the couch.

It turns out that when Zhu Dingyuan falls in love with someone, he will lower his bottom line again and again.

The room was chilly. Zhao Yue looked toward the window and smiled flatteringly, "Little Quanzi, you're here."

He Quan snorted coldly and took the handkerchief skillfully. Zhao Yue closed her eyes obediently: "Forehead, and hand."

After he wiped it carefully, he narrowed his eyes, pressed Zhao Yue down, and his warm breath made Zhao Yue's earlobes burn: "Two places, then I must have three more places than him."

Kiss her hard on the lips.

"Hmm!" Zhaoyue hugged his neck.

She suddenly felt that she was a bit like the one in the storybook, those powerful masters of wealthy families who coaxed the second and first wives, how worrying!

-

Before daybreak, the palace maids were already preparing for the birthday banquet, decorating the Huazhang stage, and checking all the procedures.

Concubine Gao also got up early and took Gao Jiamin to dress up together, asking her not to embarrass the Gao family.

Looking at her waist in the mirror, which was thinner than before, Concubine Gao twisted her body and said, "Check your dance costume carefully. There can't be any mistakes."

Caiyue: "Do you really want to dance, Madam?"

What kind of clothes are those? They don't cover your body. How can a queen of such noble status...

Concubine Gao glanced at her and said, "I have suffered so much, eating only plain water and porridge every day, but it was all in vain? Get out."

Caiyue lowered her head: "Yes."

She stood in front of the bronze mirror, with a slender figure and skin as white as snow. She touched her own skin, which was incredibly smooth. She felt more and more that she had not followed Hua's promise to take a medicinal bath once every three days.

Look, only by taking a medicinal bath every day can you achieve such an effect, such tender skin!

"Your Majesty, you will definitely like it."

Her face was filled with sweetness.