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

The thunder stopped, only rain poured down from the sky, hitting the pond in the yard, making loud noises.

Gao Jiamin came out of Yanhui Courtyard and looked at the imperial concubine's main hall, her fingers clenching the edge of her newly changed skirt.

The best material, better than what was sold in the best clothing stores in the city. She was a lady from a noble family, while Hua Da Ying was just an unfavored concubine.

The jewelry and clothes were already several times more magnificent than hers, and the noble lady Zhao at the table had hair covered with emerald green, which was so dazzling that it was beyond comparison.

It's really enviable.

Gao Jiamin pursed her lips, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

Caiyue saw her coming at the door and quickly said, "Second Miss, where have you been? I heard crying inside. The Imperial Concubine has always been infatuated with His Majesty. Will she do something stupid?"

She still had the cloak in her hand. Gao Jiamin smiled at her and said, "Caiyue, I'm going to go in and see my sister. Don't tell anyone about this, and don't stand guard at the door. My sister is under house arrest. If I go in and get caught, you'll be a witness."

"Okay, I will leave immediately. Don't worry, Miss. I know the rules and will not tell anyone about this."

Gao Jiamin nodded: "I will persuade my sister not to be too sad."

Caiyue pushed open the door, waited for her to go in, looked around, and left quickly.

Gao Jiamin looked at the dim room and did not call Concubine Gao. She walked lightly towards her dressing table, relying on a few faint candles.

The long curtain on the bed hung to the ground, and the figure of Concubine Gao was vaguely visible inside, accompanied by faint crying sounds.

Unfortunately, the rain outside was even louder, and she didn't notice anyone coming in.

Gao Jiamin held her breath and breathed a sigh of relief standing behind the screen. She was not here to comfort the imperial concubine.

She wanted to get the snow skin cream that her sister used.

As for what Hua Da Ying said, although she was uneasy, she still knew her own limitations. His Majesty would never fall for her. Her appearance was no match for her sister or Noble Lady Zhao.

Gao Jiamin looked at the dazzling array of treasures with jealousy in her eyes. She was just a little unbalanced. It was okay to take some of her sister's things out of the palace, right?

My sister would never give her these things. They are all things from the palace and rewards from His Majesty. How can she give away the imperial gifts casually?

Gao Jiamin looked at the pearl hairpins greedily, took a few long golden hairpins, and almost laughed out loud.

Where is the Snow Cream?

She searched carefully, opening one small box after another.

There were a few footsteps outside and someone pushed open the door.

She quickly squatted down, covered her mouth, and thought of Hua's promise: Your Majesty, I will come.

Zhu Dingyuan took off his outer robe and boots, walked barefoot in the hall, his fingers picking through the beaded curtain, his eyes dark and his emotions undetectable.

He stood in front of the bed and spoke to the crying person: "My beloved."

As soon as Concubine Gao stopped crying, she lifted the quilt, was stunned to see his figure, then got off the bed and quickly threw herself into his arms.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Lian'er thought you would never come again and never want to see me again."

She was still wearing the thin dance dress she had worn at the banquet, and she hugged Zhu Dingyuan tightly, like a poor dodder clinging to him.

Zhu Dingyuan's hand touched her shoulder, gradually tightened, and his voice was calm: "You are my beloved concubine, how could I not see you."

Concubine Gao was pressed down on the bed by him. Her crying face looked even more pitiful. She smiled with joy and pressed her whole body tightly against him.

Zhu Dingyuan's fingers brushed across her delicate skin.

As smooth as silk, as tender as tofu, and just a handful of it, it’s absolutely wonderful.

There was no desire in his eyes, only growing anger, which made his eyes red.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Concubine Gao's voice gradually turned into pleading and begging for mercy.

"Huang Quan!"

Zhu Dingyuan suddenly shouted.

Concubine Gao looked at the man's face in horror. She felt uneasy and had a vague feeling that something worse was going to happen.

He grabbed her neck again and pressed her hard against the couch.

Huang Quan went in, handed out the whip, and retreated very quickly.

Xiao Xiazi stood not far away, watching his master sweating profusely, and wanted to go up and wipe it off for him.

Huang Quan glared at him, signaling him not to take even one step forward.

The screams and whip sounds from inside were getting louder and louder. The vermilion door couldn't block them out, and neither could the heavy rain.

Huang Quan pinched his palms and fell to his knees.

The heart of the emperor is truly unfathomable.

Zhu Dingyuan laughed loudly and leaned close to her ear: "Beg for mercy, why don't you beg for mercy?"

She wanted to look back at him.

All I could hear was the sound of footsteps whizzing past.

"I used some skillful force, so I didn't hurt you. You just need to take some rest, okay?"

"My beloved concubine, you have organized a very good birthday banquet. This is a reward from me. Don't you like it?"

His warm, gentle voice, like the whisper of a Rakshasa, fell into her ears word by word.

Concubine Gao's fingers were clutching his sleeves, tears streaming down her face.

Zhu Dingyuan closed his eyes and rubbed his lips against her waist.

"Gao Lian'er, your father said that you are a lady from a noble family, and that the Gao family has the character of saints and sages. Then I want to ask you, why did your brother give up civil service and join the military, and why did he take charge of the military power and hesitate to return it?"

Zhu Dingyuan’s fingertips fell on the wound, and his fingertips were stained with blood.

The color was as red as his eyes.

"I have taken away his military power. Your reward will end here. Okay?"

The bloody finger fell on Concubine Gao's earlobe. Zhu Dingyuan looked at her and smiled.

Concubine Gao moaned in pain, turned her head to look at him, her eyes dead: "I thank your majesty for the reward."

"Do you like it? It's my reward."

This is the Son of Heaven. Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all grace from heaven.

Concubine Gao's tears dried up, and she allowed Zhu Dingyuan to lean over her again.

There was a sound of tables and chairs colliding. Zhu Dingyuan paused, propped himself up, and looked outside the curtain: "Ah... There is a mouse in the imperial concubine's room..."

"No, no... Your Majesty... I beg you... no..." Concubine Gao pulled at his sleeve, and the blood at the corner of her mouth made her lips look even more beautiful.

She cried miserably.

Gao Jiamin's cry was equally sharp.

She was dragged by Zhu Dingyuan and thrown onto the bed. Gao Jiamin trembled and looked at Concubine Gao's body: "Sister, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

Zhu Dingyuan looked at them, his eyes narrowed: "What's wrong, are you scared?"

He raised his head, his eyes were as black as ink, thick and deep, he glanced at Gao Jiamin, his thin lips slightly parted.

"Run, little... mouse."