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

Zhaoyue turned her head away, not wanting to pay attention to him.

Anyway, His Majesty has already fainted, so it doesn't matter what happens. She doesn't want to lie with Zhu Dingyuan.

He Quan stepped forward and extinguished the incense. She was so frightened that she raised her voice: "What are you doing..."

The next second, she was held in the man's arms. He Quan smelled the scent of lychees on her body, and his eyes showed hostility without a trace: "He fed you?"

Zhao Yue's eyes turned and said, "If it tastes good, I will eat it naturally."

She patted the back of his hand again: "That's the incense that makes you fall in love with someone. Be careful that he wakes up!"

He Quan raised his eyebrows and said softly, "No."

He tied his black cape around her. Zhao Yue was stunned and wanted to ask him what he was doing, but he hugged her like a princess in an extremely domineering way: "It will snow tonight."

Let it snow, why hug her?

She didn't know the depth of He Quan's martial arts, but when she was held firmly in the man's arms and flew over the eaves and walls in the imperial city, she was speechless.

Who can catch this?

The wind in her ears was so sharp that it made the tip of her nose red. She couldn't help but grab the man's nightgown tightly: "Where are you taking me?"

"Leave the palace."

"Leave, leave the palace?!"

Zhao Yue opened her eyes wide and could only see his angular jaw and that faint smile.

He Quan took her out of the cold palace, but did not row out from the back sea. When Zhao Yue stood at the side door of the cold palace, she frowned and asked, "Are you taking me to crawl through a dog hole?"

"I dare not." He Quan flashed a mischievous smile and took out the key: "This road used to be the vegetable department of the imperial kitchen, which was convenient for people to deliver vegetables. Later it was abandoned."

Zhao Yue stuck out her tongue and said, "It's not impossible to crawl, but my skirt is a little long."

After leaving the palace, there was an inconspicuous carriage to pick him up.

Zhao Yue held his arm and walked up: "He Quan, don't be too arrogant. If you suddenly let me leave the palace, what if something suddenly happens in the palace..."

She drew aside the curtain and saw someone sitting inside.

The man had a delicate face and a thin body. He smiled at her. After seeing her, his smile deepened and he said to her, "Sister."

The moment Zhao Yue saw him, a line in her brain snapped, and all she could hear was this face that was 70% similar to hers.

Her nose felt sore: "Xiao Ran!"

"You, how did you get out? You've grown taller and seem to have lost weight. Did they make things difficult for you? Did they force you to do something you didn't like? What about the poison in your body? Does it make you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhaoran looked at her concerned eyes and gently took Zhaoyue's hand: "Sister, Xiaoran is fine."

As if afraid that Zhaoyue would not believe him, he said firmly and comforted Zhaoyue: "It's really good."

Zhao Yue sat next to him, her eyes red and tears rolling down: "You didn't tell me about the suffering you suffered, you just endured it by yourself, how could I not know."

Just like a little adult.

He Quan lifted the car curtain and met Zhao Ran's eyes asking for help. He covered them directly and sat outside to drive.

Zhaoyue was crying loudly, and Zhaoran let her cry. She was still mumbling something, which he couldn't hear clearly, but it was probably cursing the Minister of Rites.

Zhaoran looked at the snot on his sister's shoulder, not looking angry at all, and repeated obediently: "Xiaoran is fine, it's really okay... Sister, don't pull my collar..."

Zhaoyue didn’t actually want to cry, but she couldn’t help it. When she died in her previous life, she didn’t even see Xiaoran.

The only person in this world who is related to her by blood is Xiaoran.

In this life, it had been such a long time since she saw him.

Zhao Ran handed her the handkerchief, and waited until Zhao Yue wiped away her tears before he spoke: "Sister, it was the brother outside who helped me that allowed me to come out and see you."

He took out a long hairpin from his sleeve: "Sister, happy birthday."

Zhaoyue looked at the hairpin in his hand and wanted to cry again.

Zhao Ran hurriedly handed the cake to her: "Sister, Xiao Ran will buy you better ones in the future."

"Stinky boy." Zhao Yue rubbed his head and found that he had really grown up a lot. Her eyes darkened: "Sister will definitely rescue you."

After confirming that he had no scars or poison on his body, Zhao Yue finally smiled: "Don't be so obedient. If the Minister of Rites bullies you, and that legitimate daughter Zhao Qianqian, you should bully them back. Your sister is now a noble concubine, and she is very powerful."

"Yes, Xiaoran knows." Zhaoran nodded and asked quietly: "Is that brother-in-law outside?"

Zhao Yue's cheeks suddenly flushed, and she stammered, "What, what brother-in-law, that's my sister's, my sister's servant, the chief eunuch, you know, that's ahem, the chief eunuch."

"Eunuch." Zhao Ran looked thoughtful and smiled, revealing a small fang.

He doesn't believe it.

The carriage stopped for a long time. Zhao Ran took off the hairpin on Zhao Yue's head and threw it aside. He then put the one he bought on her head. "Sister, you have worked very hard for Xiao Ran. Xiao Ran knows it. In the future... Xiao Ran will help you share the burden."

His young face already showed signs of manliness: "I will protect my sister from now on."

Zhaoyue sniffed and hummed heavily.

Zhao Ran got off the carriage and bowed to He Quan, but his expression was neither humble nor arrogant: "If you bully my sister, I will kill you."

He Quan raised his eyebrows, drew out the blade from his waist, and in just one breath, pressed it against his neck: "Just you?"

Zhao Ran gritted his teeth, his face flushed, "I will study hard. If you betray my sister or bully her, even if I die, I will become a ghost and haunt you!"

His handsome facial features were very similar to Zhaoyue's, and his eyes were just as clear and fierce. He didn't have Zhaoyue's charm, but was also outstanding.

He Quan narrowed his eyes, loosened his hand, and placed the blade in his palm: "Remember your words, be a man and protect her."

Zhaoran was stunned, clenched the knife in his hand and looked at him.

"Do you want to learn martial arts?"

He Quan's hoarse voice sounded calm and indifferent in the cold wind: "Go back, I will send someone to teach you. If you complain once..."

"will not."

Zhao Ran quickly answered with a firm look in his eyes: "In order to protect my sister, I am willing to do anything. Is that person as powerful as you?"

"No."

"Then when can I become your disciple?"

"Please accept me as your master?" He Quan curled his lips and said, "After you defeat him, I will be your master."

"It's a deal." Zhao Ran stretched out his hand: "Pin it down."

"..."

Looking at Zhaoran's leaving back, He Quan glanced at his fingers.

Haha, little brat.

Zhaoyue sat in the carriage, took out the hairpin, rubbed it carefully, and the smile in her eyes became more and more intense.

It’s great that Xiaoran is fine and has grown so much.

He Quan opened the curtain and held out his hand to her: "Zhao Zhao."

Zhao Yue threw herself into his arms, tears falling again: "He Quan, thank you!"

He hugged the person tightly in his arms, stroked her hair with his fingers, and said in a soft voice: "Zhao Zhao, it's snowing."