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

He Quan's eyes were covered, so his ears were particularly sensitive. He heard the little person in his arms choking several times.

Her breathing became a little disordered, and in the end, her soft voice began to sound like crying.

He could only hold her waist tighter and tell her that he was always there.

When she heard that he burned down Chuntang Palace and she knelt down and begged him in order to survive.

There was a pain in my heart like a needle stabbing, and I pursed my pale lips, wanting to get close to her face.

Zhao Yue did not cry. She let go of his hand, her eyes dodging, even timid, not daring to look directly at He Quan.

"What I said was a mess, you might not have understood... Anyway, I'm not good, not good at all."

Zhao Yue looked at his hands and said in a low voice: "I killed many people."

Her little face, which was always rosy, was extremely pale. She bit her lower lip and her thick long eyelashes trembled. He Quan could only see the red corners of her eyes, which were curved upwards, like a fox that had made a mistake.

"Look at me, Zhao Zhao."

He Quan's low and hoarse voice amid the sound of rain has the power to calm people down.

He moved Zhaoyue's cheek so that she could look at him.

"After years of dreaming, I have lived two lives. Reality and dreams...are entangled."

His pair of lotus eyes were filled with misty water vapor, and his breath was entangled with Zhao Yue's, just like the reality and dream he was talking about.

Zhao Yue's hair spread in front of her, draped over He Quan's chest, entangled with his dark pearl necklace, and his warm, light breath enveloped her.

"If so, the last life was just a dream." He Quan comforted her trembling, uneasy body: "Zhao Zhao is an evil person, and I am not a good person either."

"If you want to be the moon, I will hold up clear water to provide you with pure and unparalleled beauty. If you want to be the rose in the quagmire, I will be your sharpest blade and be your shadow that follows you everywhere."

He Quan lowered his eyelids, hugged her in his arms and kissed her collarbone.

Zhao Yue was hurt by his bite: "Hmm..."

His teeth scraped across her skin and bit down, wanting to swallow her into his stomach.

Zhao Yue felt dizzy and was too oppressed by him to dare move.

He slid his hand behind his waist buckle and pulled out a knife.

"Zhao Zhao, I'm making you scared, and that's the most important thing."

"Ok?"

Zhao Yue watched him leave her collarbone skin, a trace of confusion flashing across her eyes.

He smiled at Zhaoyue, with only love in his eyes.

More unabashed than ever.

He Quan stroked her cheek and said, "If Zhao Zhao were to come, you would definitely not want to."

He swung the knife very quickly, a muffled groan escaped from his throat, and blood fell at the corners of his angular lips.

Cold sweat oozed from He Quan's forehead. He covered Zhao Yue's eyes and said, "Don't be afraid..."

"H-Hek Quan?"

Zhao Yue was stunned and tried to pull his hand: "What are you doing!"

He lay on his back on the bed, looking at the little fox who was sitting on him and starting to cry. He took a deep breath, took her hand, and grasped the hilt of the knife on his shoulder.

Zhao Yue's fingers couldn't help shaking, tears fell, wetting his palms: "Mad man..."

He Quan smiled softly, his light grey pupils reflected Zhao Yue's shadow. He wrapped his arms around Zhao Yue's hand and asked her to hold the knife handle tightly.

"Don't move. I'll go find you a doctor!"

"Can't die."

He Quan propped up his upper body and breathed rapidly: "Don't open your eyes."

He let go of her hand, looked at Zhaoyue crying, looking aggrieved and worried, and kissed her lips.

The smell of blood spread in her nose. Zhao Yue grunted and tried to dodge, but her hand was firmly gripping the handle of the knife and she dared not tremble.

He Quan's kiss was more fierce than usual. Their lips and teeth were intertwined, and the taste of blood rushed in Zhao Yue's mouth.

After a long while, he finally took a breath and said to her, "Zhao Zhao, please forgive me. If I really die, what will Zhao Zhao do in the future?"

Zhaoyue slowly opened her eyes and looked at his blood-stained lips, which were seductively red.

And so is she.

She suddenly smiled: "He Quan, I kind of believe in fate."

In her previous life, she couldn't get him, so she tried every possible means.

In this life, he is willing to do anything for her.

Hearing his words, He Quan's eyebrows became more and more relaxed, as if he liked the two words she said. He leaned forward again and wanted to kiss her.

However, Zhao Yue stretched out her fingers and pressed them against his chest, her eyes fixed on his scars.

"From now on, you must not hurt yourself without my permission." Her tone turned cold: "Your body belongs to me."

Zhaoyue's fingertips slowly slid up to his throat.

He Quan wanted to kiss the white back of the hand.

But she smiled at him obediently: "As you command."

"I'll get you some medicine."

Zhao Yue left, climbed onto the bed after a long time, and treated his wounds: "Don't move. If I remember that you and I had a bad relationship in your past life, I will really kill you with a knife."

He Quan lay on the bed, casually looking at her busy back with a dark look in his eyes.

It fell on her thin, loose robe stained with his blood.

It fell on her snow-white shoulders as she walked around, her clothes already opened by him.

And, she still had no shoes on.

Zhaoyue sat on the bed with her back to him, her snow-white legs crossed and her waist-length black hair hanging down behind her, engraved in the man's eyes along with her feet.

"You can't be careless about this knife wound. Although the bleeding has stopped, you still need to apply a good ointment to prevent infection. I remember there was one before. Why can't I find it?"

"Oh, I still have to go find you a bandage."

She searched hard.

In fact, He Quan had used his internal strength to control his injuries, and he was indeed not injured in any vital areas.

It just hurts a little.

The window was blown open a little by the wind, and the sound of raindrops brought in the faint scent of crabapples. The crystal stones inlaid in the wall emitted a soft light.

The shark gauze hanging from the bed beams was glittering and colorful, and the pearl curtains suddenly tinkled.

He Quan grabbed Zhao Yuexue's white ankle, pulled her into his arms, and pressed close to her: "Zhao Zhao...are you hot..."

"what?"

She wanted to turn back, but was kissed all over.

I can only hold his fingers together: "You crazy...your injury...hmm..."

The loud rumble of lightning attracted no attention at all.

Only Zhao Yue's gentle, pitiful, and seductive voice said: "Don't..."

“Don’t use your hands…”

-

The Hall of Nourishing Heart.

The cleaned ground is clear and transparent.

Strands of ambergris floated up in the air like a dragon, and as they dispersed, the smell became stronger and stronger.

Zhu Dingyuan's dragon robe was loose and tied randomly, and he was playing with the fan given by Zhaoyue in his hand.

Gently shaking it, smelling the fragrance, a smile appeared in the red eyes.

Huang Quan came in with his head down and knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty... I am incompetent, Mr. Zunmou... has passed away!"

Zhu Dingyuan's sharp eyes shot straight at him: "Dead?"

"But, but he has an apprentice. Your Majesty, do you remember the trip to Shangqing Temple? That miraculous doctor, he said, he said he had a way."

"Miracle doctor."

Zhu Dingyuan coughed and laughed out loud: "I knew it! God will not abandon me! Hahahaha!"