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

Zhu Dingyuan was playing chess with Prince Duanze Zhu Jing in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. His injury has healed a lot and he is leaving the palace today.

When he heard Huang Quan say that there was a fire in the Pillow Book Tower, he hummed and dropped the black piece.

Zhu Jing coughed and said, "Your Majesty, I lost again."

Xiao Xiazi reported this to Huang Quan again, who screamed in surprise, "Your Majesty! Concubine Zhao is in the Pillow Book Tower!"

The chess piece that Zhu Dingyuan was about to drop fell to the ground, and he stood up suddenly: "What?"

There was panic on his warm face and his steps were hurried.

Zhu Jing looked at the black piece on the ground, his eyes thoughtful. The chess position that Zhu Dingyuan was sure to win was given up.

He picked up the white piece and placed it on the board.

This time, he won.

-

There was thick smoke in the Pillow Book Building.

Zhao Yue patted Wei Ruoming's shoulder and smiled: "I gave you a way to live and gave you rights."

After saying that, she closed her eyes.

Taoxi appeared at the right moment and knelt on the ground: "My lady! My lady, what's wrong with you!"

The timing of everything was just right.

Zhu Dingyuan got down from the imperial sedan chair and ran towards the Pillow Book Tower, with cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

When he saw Zhaoyue lying in the maid's arms, his legs almost weakened: "Where is the imperial physician! Imperial physician!"

He Quan led Su Ziyun over and said, "Your Majesty, I am Su Ziyun, the Imperial Hospital Director."

"Quick! Look at her!"

Zhu Dingyuan hugged Zhaoyue in his arms and looked at her dusty little face, her hair scattered on her shoulders and her face pale.

He stretched out his hand, not daring to touch her, and could only hold her tighter. A son of heaven, kneeling on the ground like this.

No one dared to look up.

Zhu Dingyuan's pupils trembled, and he wanted to feel her breath, but his fingers kept shaking.

He was afraid of what he would do if Zhaoyue died.

There were tears in his eyes.

Su Ziyun looked at Zhao Yue who was hugged by him, half-knelt and picked up her wrist: "Your Majesty, the noble lady is fine, she just fainted because of fear and inhaled some dust."

Zhu Dingyuan breathed a sigh of relief and put his hand to Zhaoyue's forehead: "It's okay, Yue'er is okay..."

A tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.

Su Ziyun stood up calmly and stood with He Quan.

The fire was so big that it dyed half of the sky orange. Zhu Dingyuan knelt on the ground, hugging Zhaoyue with an intimate and pious attitude, as if he was holding tightly the most important thing in his life.

The emperor shed tears, and no one dared to watch.

The emperor knelt on the ground and no one dared to speak.

All of this fell completely into Ning Ruxin's eyes.

She knelt in a panic at the door, just a few steps away from them.

But it was as if they were blocked by a galaxy and no one saw her.

Only Lan'er knelt beside her and cried, "My lady, Lan'er is useless... She was held down by the eunuchs of Lady Zhao... I can't get in..."

Her face was blackened by the smoke, and her bloodshot eyes stared straight ahead.

Zhaoyue...she didn't invite His Majesty!

How fake.

When the Pillow Book House caught fire, Wei Ruoming saved her. When His Majesty arrived, she fell from the man's arms into the arms of a maid. When His Majesty wanted an imperial physician, Su Ziyun arrived.

And all this was because Zhu Dingyuan was too concerned and didn't care at all. All his attention was on Zhaoyue.

He even half-knelt on the ground for Zhaoyue.

"Hehe...hehe..." Ning Ruxin laughed softly, and the sound of her teeth clenching together frightened Lan'er.

She really hates it.

Zhaoyue was held by Zhu Dingyuan and got on the imperial sedan chair. Her little face, lying on the man's shoulder, looked charming and pitiful.

She seemed to open her eyes and looked at her. What was in those fox eyes?

Mockery, pity, or finding her ridiculous?

Zhaoyue didn't do anything to her at all, but just made her an outsider. In all the pictures, she was the moon held in the palm of her hand.

As for her, her heart ached and she couldn't even cry.

Zhaoyue told her again that his majesty only had her in his heart.

Ning Ruxin cried and wanted to rush into the building: "Jade pendant! My jade pendant!"

Lan Erh held her waist tightly: "My lady! You can't go in! The fire is getting bigger and bigger!"

The Jinyiwei who were putting out the fire blocked her view.

His Majesty's sedan chair has already left in a grand manner.

There was a loud rumble in the sky and heavy rain fell.

Ning Ruxin turned around and there was no one behind her.

Yan Yang left.

The moment she left him behind, she had already chosen His Majesty in her heart.

But now, there is no one standing behind her anymore, unconditionally, and she is the only one in his mind.

Childhood sweethearts...childhood sweethearts!

She lost it.

Ning Ruxin grabbed Lan'er's clothes and cried bitterly. Her tears mixed with the rain, her clothes were wet and she looked in a miserable state.

"The jade pendant...is gone...the jade pendant is gone!"

Her eyes were empty, she fell in the rain, covering her heart: "No more..."

-

Chuntang Palace.

Zhaoyue lay on the bed and opened her eyes faintly. Zhu Dingyuan held her hand: "Yue'er..."

"Ahem...Your Majesty..."

Zhao Yue threw herself into his arms, her eyes instantly moist: "I thought I would never see Your Majesty again."

A group of people were kneeling on the ground with their heads lowered.

"I have sent people to investigate the cause of the fire. If anyone is responsible... I will punish them severely."

Zhu Dingyuan said in a grim tone: "These are the Yulin Guards who are on patrol today, and your personal maid."

He put his arm around Zhaoyue's shoulders and lifted her tearful chin: "If we can't find out, I will kill them all!"

Wei Ruoming, who was kneeling on the ground, had dark eyes.

Where's the promotion you promised me?

Zhaoyue coughed lightly, covered her lips, leaned in Zhu Dingyuan's arms, and carefully tugged at his sleeve.

She put her little hand into his palm, her fair cheeks blushed: "Yes...it was Yue'er who did it..."

Her eyelashes trembled, and she said with guilt: "There are so many candles in the building... I have a lot of books in my hands... I wanted to read quietly for a while, but I always end up being clumsy..."

Zhao Yue looked at him timidly: "I am sorry for causing trouble to Your Majesty, for causing Your Majesty to rush here from the Hall of Supreme Harmony. I accept the punishment without complaint."

She moved back, preparing to stand up and kneel on the ground.

Zhu Dingyuan hugged her back, and Zhaoyue suddenly sat on his lap: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

There are still people.

"It was me who ordered so many candles to be set off. This matter is my fault."

"Then, then I should also be punished. I have caused such a big trouble today..." Zhaoyue's voice became softer and softer as she spoke. Her little face pressed against his neck, and her warm breath sprinkled on Zhu Dingyuan's skin.

It made him feel numb all over.

"It's punishable."

Zhu Dingyuan smiled and said, "Just punish Yue'er... You can't go out before the enthronement ceremony."

Zhao Yue raised her eyes, her eyes widened a little: "Ah...?"

Zhu Dingyuan pinched her cheek affectionately, tilted his head and said in a deep voice: "Who saved Concubine Zhao?"

Wei Ruoming raised his head: "Subordinate Wei Ruoming."

"It's you." Zhu Dingyuan still remembered him, looked him over, and hummed, "The position of the chief guard of the Jinyiwei is vacant, don't let me down."

Zhao Yue also looked at him, blinked at him, and then looked away as if nothing had happened.

Wei Ruoming's eyes flashed with an awkward smile: "I will definitely not let your majesty down. Thank you for your grace."

Huang Quan waved his hand: "Alright, let's all go."

Zhao Yue suddenly cried out, "Your Majesty, I met Concubine Ning in the Pillow Book Tower. She might have been implicated by me. I wonder if she is injured. Would you like to go and see her?"

Zhu Dingyuan frowned: "Mr. Ning is here? I...didn't see her..."

He actually didn't even look at it.

Upon learning that Zhao Yue might have died in the fire, he ran over in a panic, so much so that the wound on the sole of his foot seemed to have split open again.

He looked at Zhaoyue's worried eyes and comforted her: "If she is injured, she will find a royal doctor."

Zhao Yue felt a little disappointed: "It is my fault that she got into trouble. I will go and take a look."

Zhu Dingyuan hurriedly stopped him: "I'll go and see, I'll go!"

He was uneasy under Zhao Yueliang's bright eyes, and felt extremely helpless. He sighed softly: "If I didn't know that you were kind, I would have thought you were trying to push me away."

Zhao Yue bit her lip: "Your Majesty will naturally come back after seeing her."

Zhu Dingyuan then laughed out loud, with pity in his eyes: "It's my fault. Yue'er always gets hurt..."

His pupils were dark and unclear.

Was the fire really caused by Yue'er? Was it really a coincidence that Ning Ruxin appeared there?

He had to think more.

If Yue'er continues to be a target, how can he protect her? Yue'er's body has not yet recovered, and she must give birth to a prince for him in the future.

The title of concubine, noble concubine, or imperial noble concubine.

It seems that none of them are worthy of his Yue'er.

"Your Majesty...it hurts..." Zhaoyue cried softly.

Zhu Dingyuan quickly let go of her arm and said, "Sorry... I was distracted for a moment."

He looked at Zhaoyue's eyebrows and eyes, gazing at her pupils that seemed to be washed by clear water. Her natural charm made him breathe faster.

"I will definitely give you the best."

Zhao Yue reached out her hand and stroked his frowning brows: "Your Majesty, don't frown all the time. It's too serious. Smile more."

She rubbed the skin under the man's eyes with her fingertips: "Your Majesty, do you always have trouble sleeping? I think the doctor Su is quite good at medicine. Why don't you let Your Majesty take a look?"

Zhu Dingyuan's face touched her palm and he closed his eyes gently: "No, I just need to have a good rest."

This is a heart disease.

He must suppress the worry that has plagued him for his entire life and cure it, otherwise...how can he give Yue'er promise and security.

Only with him can Zhaoyue stay in the harem securely.

He just needs to endure these means and these dirty things.

Yue'er only needs to be a favorite concubine, the happiest woman, by his side, sharing life and death with him.

Zhu Dingyuan opened his eyes and said, "I will obey you and go see Concubine Ning. Yue'er will stay in Chuntang Palace obediently."

He waved his hand and said, "Huang Quan, have Su Ziyun be on standby at all times. If there is anything unusual with Lady Zhao, report to me immediately."

"Yes."

Huang Quan bowed to Zhao Yue and said, "My lady, please take a good rest and don't get hurt again!"

After saying that, he hurriedly chased after the man outside.

The emotions in Zhaoyue's eyes quickly cooled, leaving only an enchanting, tearful light. She leaned lazily on the soft pillow, seeming to smile.

He Quan pushed aside the beaded curtain and said, "My lady, the water is ready."

Zhao Yue stretched out her hand and said coquettishly: "You help me bathe."

He carried her to the bathtub. Seeing her smile, He Quan nodded her collar, her fair face flushed a little: "Slave... go call Taoxi."

Zhao Yue let out a small breath, snorted, and hooked the chain around his neck: "No."