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

Zhu Dingyuan restrained his expression and held out his hand to the uneasy girl: "Come here."

Ning Ruxin hesitated as her body was still wet, and she reached out her hand with a red face, wishing she could squeeze her whole body in.

Killing the daughter of a minister of the Ministry of Revenue is somewhat eye-catching.

Now, he still needs someone to be Yue'er's target. Ning Ruxin looked at him with a dull look, which was no longer as lively as before, which made people feel sick.

Only the moon remains unchanged.

These women try to be gentle and skillful, but why can't they all keep their composure?

Zhu Dingyuan's fingertips casually fell on the corners of her eyes: "Why are they red? Did you cry?"

Your Majesty actually discovered her grievances.

Ning Ruxin's eyes almost became wet again. She nodded and looked at him with a reluctant look.

Zhu Dingyuan closed his eyes and put his palm on her head: "Kneel down."

It was still the same, she still prostrated herself on the ground, accepting the emperor's grace.

Ning Ruxin thought in a daze that there were rumors in the palace that His Majesty was not gentle to women in bed.

What about Zhaoyue? Is it the same?

She felt a genuine joy. No matter how favored she was, she still had to please the emperor. The breath she had been holding for a long time instantly felt much better.

The bed rocked.

Zhu Dingyuan's eyes were dark and his face was expressionless. He pinched Ning Ruxin's face to prevent her from turning around without knowing the consequences.

Smelling her strange scent, Zhu Dingyuan covered her face with a pillow and cursed under his breath.

Ning Ruxin was in a daze, with her mouth and nose covered by the pillow, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She stretched out her hand weakly, trying to slap the man.

Zhu Dingyuan shook his head. The smell coming from the pillow made him dazed. In the confusion, darkness appeared in front of his eyes and he fell into an inescapable dream again.

He was eager to get the Begonia sachet that Zhaoyue gave her, but he couldn't get it.

In the black chaos, countless hands pulled him off the throne. Zhu Dingyuan roared, "I have learned from him how to be gentle and kind, and how to rule the country by law! What else do you want?"

Ning Ruxin couldn't hear clearly what he was saying. Her hands dropped down, her breathing became weaker and weaker, and she was almost suffocated to death.

Finally, Zhu Dingyuan coughed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and pushed the pillow away. He got up from the bed, grabbed his outer robe and put it on. His chest was vaguely visible, and his black hair spread out behind him.

His eyes were red and he spat out another mouthful of blood: "Yuxuan..."

The door opened, and Huang Quan saw him in dishevel, wearing only an outer robe and with blood on the corner of his mouth. He was scared to death: "Your Majesty!"

"Go back to the Yangxin Palace."

Zhu Dingyuan coughed softly to suppress the bloody taste in his mouth: "Go find Mr. Zunmou."

Huang Quan's heart was beating wildly. He helped him onto the sedan chair and said, "Yes."

Xiao Xiazi followed behind him and heard Huang Quan say, "Kill all those people carrying the sedan chair."

These are the eunuchs who serve closely and are the most tight-lipped. Xiao Xiazi was surprised.

But under Huang Quan's cold gaze, he quickly hummed.

The fact that His Majesty was vomiting blood could not be known to others, and His Majesty did not even invite an imperial physician.

Not right.

-

The Hall of Nourishing Heart.

Zhu Dingyuan quickly grabbed the sachet hanging from the bed beam and smelled the same faint fragrance as Zhaoyue's. He looked better, but he still couldn't stop coughing.

Blood continued to flow out, Huang Quan knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty! Please call the imperial physician first!"

"No."

Zhu Dingyuan's chest heaved. He was suffering from a mental illness and couldn't let anyone know that he had a problem.

He will be fine, it's just a temporary nightmare, he has recovered from it before, hasn't he?

"roll!"

Zhu Dingyuan closed his eyes irritably, holding the sachet, then quickly picked up the pajamas that Zhaoyue had made for her and held it close to his heart.

The window creaked in the wind and Huang Quan had no time to close it. The burning charcoal stove became the only bright spot in the dark hall.

Zhu Dingyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, fearing that it would dirty the things in his hands, so he had to put them down.

He suddenly thought of something and pressed the button under the bed. The wall behind the golden vase turned over and a moon-white robe worn by a man was hung on it.

Against the backdrop of dark gold carvings, this dress looks holy and pure, so ethereal that one dares not even gaze at it with admiration.

Zhu Dingyuan looked at the robe, and memories came flooding back like a tide. The man wearing this robe stretched out his hand to him, and the smile on his lips was always so gentle.

He said: "A ruler should be benevolent. Second brother, you are very similar to our father..."

His eyes and his voice are like majestic bamboos.

The clear charm of bamboo can be seen in the leisurely and chaotic world, and the proud character of bamboo can be seen in the condensed ink and brush. Everyone loves him, respects him, and believes in him.

Even his pen name, Yuxuan.

They were all written by my father himself.

As gentle as jade, with the talent to establish a kingdom.

elder brother……

Zhu Dingyuan spat out a mouthful of blood, and his head ached: "Prince..."

Blood spilled on the robe, ruining the holy meaning. Zhu Dingyuan laughed heartily, with madness in his eyes: "So what if you are the crown prince? You said that I am most like my father, so why, why did he still give you the position of crown prince!"

He pulled off his robe and stomped on him fiercely with his foot: "I want to learn from your gentleness and benevolence, but what's the use, huh?"

"To sit on the throne, you have to be stained with blood. Since ancient times, victors have been kings and losers have been bandits. You have already lost... You have already lost... You only dare to shout at me in your dreams, don't force me anymore... I am the emperor destined by heaven. Your brightness and kindness are all excuses for your cowardice!"

Zhu Dingyuan kicked off his robe and breathed heavily.

His eyes were red, and the panic and aching nerves in his heart made him feel hot all over.

His blood boiled and he hated these false saints like the prince.

The laugh in his throat was harsh and low: "Huang Quan! Summon Meng Da Ying!"

Huang Quan was outside, looking at the rain, feeling a little uneasy: "Your Majesty, you need to summon the imperial physician..."

"Go!"

Zhu Dingyuan's roar pierced the rain curtain, and the sky seemed to be dark in an instant.

Dark.

-

Meng Shuran sat in the sedan chair with an indifferent expression and a scroll in her hand.

She lifted the rain curtain, looked at the excited Fuling and said, "Fuling, go back. I'll go by myself."

"My lady, this is the first time His Majesty has asked you to go to the Yangxin Palace. It is in accordance with the rules for me to be there. What if something happens to you later?"

Fuling is holding an umbrella and smiling cutely.

What could possibly happen? It's just preparing water and serving.

She was happy for her master. It had been so long since His Majesty thought of the young lady again, and it was Chief Steward Huang who personally invited her to the Yangxin Palace.

I heard that even Concubine Zhao has never been there.

The rain splashed onto Meng Shuran's hands. Fuling said hurriedly, "My lady, please sit still. The rain is falling in."

Meng Shuran glanced at the dim sky, smelled the stones and moisture, lowered her eyes quietly, and sat up straight.

Huang Quan walked very fast in front without saying a word.

When they arrived at the Yangxin Palace, he helped Meng Shuran down, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his head: "My young master, please go in by yourself."

Meng Shuran turned around and looked at the huge palace and the majestic staircase.

She stood in the doorway, looking so tiny.

She stretched out her hand and let the raindrops fall on it. She chuckled and said, "Thank you, General Manager."

The door was pushed open, and it was dark and quiet inside, and nothing could be seen clearly.

She took a step forward, her back straight. The pine leaf pattern on the hem of her clothes swayed as she walked. The long green hairpin in her hair was like a small sword, shining coldly.

Zhu Dingyuan leaned on the couch, his robe loose.

"My concubine pays your respects to Your Majesty."

Meng Shuran's voice was neither humble nor arrogant, and she naturally exuded a pleasant scholarly air.

Zhu Dingyuan's eyes fell on her: "You brought me a gift?"

His lips were very red, the corners of his eyes were blue, and his eyes were filled with restlessness that was no longer suppressed: "I heard...you burned all the portraits you drew of me."

"Don't you like me? And you also like the lyrics I write, huh?"

He stretched out his hand.

Meng Shuran placed the scroll in his hand and suddenly smiled: "I feel that the paintings are not good, so... I specially painted for three days to present this most satisfactory... portrait to Your Majesty."

Zhu Dingyuan's grip loosened and the painting fell to the ground, half of it rolling out.

The man inside was wearing a riding suit, with a graceful posture and a dragon pattern on the buttons on his waist.

At that time, he couldn't use the dragon pattern.

Zhu Dingyuan propped himself up, stepped on the scroll, and slowly kicked it away.

When he saw the man sitting on the white horse, he would never forget that face. Lightning suddenly struck outside the window, and the hall was half bright and half dim, illuminating two people, one sitting and one standing.

Meng Shuran looked at his stunned expression and laughed out loud: "You are not him... You are not him!"

Zhu Dingyuan came back to his senses, and his dark eyes burst into scarlet red like a fog covering the sky and the sun.

He stepped forward and grabbed her neck tightly: "You are so smart... You actually remembered..."

Meng Shuran suddenly pulled out the long hairpin on her head and pressed it against his neck: "A true king would never insult a woman like this. There is something else in your eyes that you can't hide... You are a monster!"

"monster?"

Zhu Dingyuan's pupils shrank and he moved closer to the hairpin.

The tip pierced his skin and the pain was so painful that he felt extremely comfortable.

"Those words were not written by me... No, I imitated them, but unfortunately... they are really boring."

Zhu Dingyuan grinned at her with great joy: "You are just like him, you like bamboo and pine trees. If he were still alive... maybe he would kiss you gently."

He put his hand on Meng Shuran's waist and said, "It's a pity. I am the real king. He has become a pile of yellow earth, without even a trace left."

Zhu Dingyuan let go of her neck, twisted her cheek, and looked at the messy robe on the ground: "Does it look familiar... No, that's not right, you've only seen him once... Those are the clothes he wore, do you want them... Hmm?"

"madman……"

Meng Shuran's hand holding the hairpin was trembling. She tried to push it in again, but was kicked away by Zhu Dingyuan. He grabbed her hair and dragged her on the ground.

The hairpin fell to the ground, covered by the sound of rain outside.

There was not a sound at all.

Zhu Dingyuan wiped the blood that had spilled onto his lips once again, tore off Meng Shuran's robe, and pressed towards her: "Go on, why don't you say anything? I am a madman, and what about him, your Crown Prince, is he your god, huh?"