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

Zhu Dingyuan coughed a few times at the entrance of the palace to suppress the bloody smell in his heart. Huang Quan quickly handed him the medicine: "Your Majesty..."

He swallowed it, and it became smoother: "I will stay overnight today."

"But the doctor said that the dragon's body is not in good health and cannot..."

Zhu Dingyuan glanced at him coldly, and he immediately stopped talking.

The poppies he transplanted in the yard for Zhaoyue had wilted a lot, but the crabapple flowers were still in full bloom, embellishing the cold days and being the most brilliant touch.

Zhu Dingyuan stepped into the bedroom with a stern face. If an ordinary concubine saw this, they would only feel a chill in their hearts and immediately kneel down to reflect on what mistakes they had made.

What else could be wrong? He had a gloomy face because he was angry about Zhaoyue today.

He sat down on the couch, his thin lips pressed into a line, looking dark and frightening.

He glanced at Zhaoyue with his eyes, without saying a word.

Zhaoyue happily stood up from the rocking chair, her skirt swaying with her steps, like layers of waves, bringing her to the man.

"Your Majesty, why did you come so late?" She was still holding the black jade box containing the lychees.

She sat beside Zhu Dingyuan like she was presenting a treasure, and showed it to him: "I only ate a little bit, these are all for your majesty!"

Zhu Dingyuan looked at her delicate, charming face with her childish eyes, and his brows relaxed, unable to hold back their frown.

He chuckled helplessly and tapped her forehead: "You."

"Eat it! I'll peel it for Your Majesty." She would not wear the heavy armor unless it was necessary.

Zhu Dingyuan liked to touch her hands, which were warm, delicate, green and tender.

She picked up a plump lychee at random and peeled off the shell. The white lychee flesh exuded sweet juice, which flowed onto her pink fingertips and down.

Zhu Dingyuan's Adam's apple rolled, and after she fed him one, he endured the heat and spoke: "I'm here, didn't Yue'er say that you let me peel it?"

Zhao Yue pretended to be shy: "Your Majesty, I was just talking nonsense."

But he placed the box in front of him without leaving any trace, and just as he picked up the next lychee, it fell into his palm.

It was so cold that it froze her hands, and the juice was sticky, so she didn't want to peel it at all.

After Zhu Dingyuan cleaned his hands, he carefully peeled the lychees for her, with a serious expression and no trace of impatience.

Zhaoyue supported herself on her elbows and looked at him "affectionately".

If an outsider came in, it would really be a beautiful picture of a man in love and a woman in love.

Zhu Dingyuan fed her a bite, stared at her wet red lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "Is it delicious?"

"I like it." Zhao Yue smiled at him playfully.

"I'll have someone find it for you."

"But..." Zhao Yue's eyes darkened, aggrieved: "I don't want it. This litchi took a lot of manpower and material resources to be sent over 800 miles. I am not worthy of it."

Zhu Dingyuan frowned and pulled her into his arms: "What did someone say to you?"

There was a chill in his eyes: "I had someone send it here. No matter who he is, it is his blessing. Who has the courage to say anything when it is sent to my beloved concubine?"

"But that general... is the Queen's man..." Zhaoyue's long curly eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly, making me feel pity for him.

"The Empress is noble and noble, and she is pregnant again. She was so angry when she heard about this that her fetus moved. Fengyi Palace is in a mess... I can't have a child after all... I don't want your Majesty's heir to be in trouble..."

Zhu Dingyuan lifted her face. Zhaoyue turned her head away, not wanting to look him in the eye. The corners of her eyes were red and tears were welling up in them.

"Yue'er is so young, how could she not be able to have a baby?"

Zhu Dingyuan held her hand tightly: "Su Ziyun is the son of the imperial physician Su Huai. His father is known as Hua Tuo, a man with a miraculous reputation for bringing people back to health. Could it be that his son is a waste?"

"As long as Yue'er takes good care of her body, she will definitely give birth to a dragon heir for me!"

"I believe in Your Majesty." Zhao Yue decided to stop while she was ahead. She rubbed his collar dependently, and her nose twitched when she smelled the mixed medicinal scent of ambergris.

"Is your majesty sick?" She nervously touched the man's shoulder and his palm.

Zhu Dingyuan coughed a few times and said, "I'm fine. I've been busy with the affairs of the Kassel tribe these days and took some tranquilizers."

Zhao Yue covered her ears, and when she saw his dark eyes emitting a playful light, she gritted her teeth and covered his mouth.

"The harem cannot interfere in government affairs!"

Zhu Dingyuan thought her angry look was very cute and laughed softly: "Yue'er is not a concubine in the harem, she is my treasure."

He rubbed Zhaoyue's hand and sighed: "I can relax a little bit after talking to you. As an emperor, I can't speak freely about everything, I can't show my joy on my face, I have to hide everything and endure..."

"In the end, there was no one left to talk to."

There was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Zhao Yue held his hand tightly and said, "No, Your Majesty can laugh or cry whenever you want when you are here with me. There is no reason why you cannot show your joy on your face. Your Majesty loves the Longjing tea I brew."

She lowered her voice and whispered to Zhu Dingyuan: "I can't guess what your majesty likes or what you like to eat. I have long discovered that your majesty likes to drink Longjing tea and eat spare ribs, especially the ones that are stewed and spicy, and the truffle sweet grape cake made by my maid... Your majesty also..."

"Yue'er!"

Zhu Dingyuan's cheeks actually turned red, as if he was a little embarrassed. He put his arm around her waist and said, "Don't tell anyone else about this."

"I know this."

Zhao Yue made a gesture of sealing her mouth.

Zhu Dingyuan felt that he had really lost to her. How could there be a woman who could do everything as he wished? No matter what she did or said, she was so cute.

"I called back General Zhenbei to discuss the Cassel tribe issue with him and asked him to lead the Black Cavalry together with Wei Su, the Yueqi Captain. He actually said that the Black Cavalry only belonged to the Nangong clan and that there should not be two generals in one army. I also agreed to his decision and let him be the general leader."

Zhu Dingyuan's voice sank. "He was unwilling, and after leaving the palace, he said frankly that the captain I found was a wild one, and that in the entire Tianzhao, no one was better at leading troops than him, and no one could lead troops to fight."

Zhao Yue blinked and looked at him. Fearing that she didn't understand, Zhu Dingyuan added, "That lieutenant is not a layman. I want to train new generals. The Nangong clan is entrenched in the border areas and their reputation is too great. I can't get involved."

"With so many civil and military officials, can't you come up with a solution?"

Zhu Dingyuan hesitated: "There is a way... "

"It was Prince Duan Ze who gave me the method to let go of...Prince Duan Ren."

Prince Duanren Zhu Dingxun had foreign blood in him. He learned military tactics from the previous emperor when he was seven years old. He became famous when he fought in foreign countries with a long spear at the age of thirteen. At the age of sixteen, the previous emperor personally conferred a title on him, which meant that he had no chance of winning the throne. However, he did not have the talent to govern the country.

He is only known as the unrivaled God of War.

But he had been imprisoned in the Zongzheng Mansion by Zhu Dingyuan for so many years. After he was released and had control of the military power, would he be willing to go to war for him and be used by him?

Zhu Dingyuan had these worries in his heart. He was so suspicious that there would never be a moment when he would stab his sword at someone.