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

Chuntang Palace.

It was extremely quiet. The crabapple trees in the yard were in bloom. The snow had stopped for a long time, and a thin layer of ice crystals had formed on the petals.

Inside the hall, the fragrant mist from the glazed incense burner was swirling, and the veil was hazy, so the figure sitting on the bed could not be seen clearly.

Someone approached slowly, wearing the prince's clothes, looked at the back of the person sitting on the bed, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Yue'er..."

Zhu Dingyuan's narrow eyes drooped, and a hint of dejection appeared in his eyes.

"I dismissed the son of the Minister of Rites so that people in the court would no longer dispute your father. Now that the Imperial Observatory has died suddenly, I have tried my best to control the rumors..."

The person with her back to him was wearing a robe of flowing gauze, which he had given her. It looked radiant and beautiful on her charming body.

But now, the beautiful person was unwilling to say a word to him.

"Yue'er... Ever since you entered the palace, I said I would protect you, but you were framed and injured. Now... I have everyone ganging up on you and slandering you as an evil spirit."

Zhu Dingyuan's dark eyes were a little moist: "I... it's my fault... I thought I could make you a concubine and the happiest woman in the imperial city!"

“No… that’s not right…” He gritted his teeth, “It’s all their fault, their fault! They prevent me from favoring the people I want to favor, and from doing whatever I want. I’ve become the master of the world, but I’m still constrained by them and am in a state of embarrassment. Hahahaha…”

For the throne, he killed his brothers and sisters, was heartless and even killed his own children with his own hands!

He married Nangong Yunyun, hid troops and forced the palace, killed the previous emperor, killed the prince, and tampered with the imperial edict.

Now, is he going to kill the one he loves again?

"Nangong clan..."

He clenched his teeth, his eyes red, and knelt on the ground: "I will never, never allow anyone to hurt you."

"Then your majesty, what are you going to do?"

Zhao Yue's voice was gentle and bewitching as it brushed past his ears.

"I will kill the abbot, the high priest, and the queen!"

"What about the Queen Mother?"

Zhu Dingyuan raised his cloudy eyes and looked at Zhaoyue, and saw that her dark eyebrows were slightly furrowed and her beautiful eyes were watery.

He immediately knelt down and crawled in front of her, with tears on his warm face: "Yue'er, what do you say? If you ask me to kill the Queen Mother, I will kill her, okay?"

She asked him to kill, so he killed?

Zhao Yue's eyes were calm. She raised her wrist and gently stroked his cheek: "What about the civil and military officials?"

"Kill, kill them all. I will get rid of those who force me or make things difficult for me!"

Zhu Dingyuan felt a sharp pain in his head and rubbed her fingers pitifully, like a child who needed a reward.

"As long as Yue'er is happy, Yue'er and I will be together forever, forever!"

"Your Majesty, is Yue'er an evil spirit?"

Zhao Yue leaned over and approached him. Her face was absolutely beautiful, her eyes were pure and charming, her lips were red and moist, and she stared straight at him.

Zhu Dingyuan's heartbeat quickened, tears kept coming out of the corners of his eyes: "Yes, you are, you make me crazy, you make me lose my mind, I love you! I can't live without you!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his heart trembled violently, and he wanted to hold Zhaoyue's hand.

Zhao Yue's eyes were hazy, her pupils were misty, and she smiled at him: "Your Majesty, you vomited blood."

She placed a white ribbon over Zhu Dingyuan's eyes and said, "Your Majesty...you are tired."

"Have a good sleep, and everything will be fine... The moon is yours... The country is yours too..."

"What should I do to keep you! What should I do!" Zhu Dingyuan let her cover his eyes and wanted to touch her in confusion.

But Zhao Yue stood up. He knelt on the ground and spat out blood again: "Don't go, Yue'er, don't go. Are you angry? How can you calm down? How can you calm down?"

As noble as he is, as crazy as he is, he cried like he had lost everything, so miserable.

"Yue'er is angry, but Yue'er can't bear to see Your Majesty sad, so Yue'er will tell Your Majesty a solution..."

Zhaoyue's slender fingers pulled the thin silver chain, and the other end fell to the ground, making a tiny rubbing sound as it slid.

She walked lightly, her voice ending softly: "This method... will prevent Yue'er from seeing Your Majesty for a while... So Your Majesty... just indulge Yue'er this time tonight, so that Yue'er can calm down..."

"As long as Yue'er calms down, I'm willing to do anything..."

Zhu Dingyuan was in a trance and could only smell the fragrance of the crabapple. Fingers were sliding across his skin, and he swallowed hard, but could see nothing. He felt very hot.

Anxious, expectant, and nervous.

The cold chain clasped his neck.

He gasped and raised his hand in confusion: "Yue'er..."

Zhao Yue's hair fell on his shoulders, and the numbing fragrance sprinkled on his ears: "Yue'er is always here."

He felt relieved again and muttered to himself in a daze.

Already fell into a dream.

Zhao Yue threw the chain on the ground expressionlessly and looked into the darkness: "Come out."

He Quan lifted the curtain, picked up the thin chain that locked Zhu Dingyuan, and fastened it tighter.

Zhu Dingyuan thought it was Zhaoyue and hugged his thighs.

His cold face immediately sank and he wanted to kick him away.

Zhao Yue tilted his head, suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, took out Hua Ni's unique skills book from the cabinet, and threw it in front of He Quan.

"Warm stones can cause hallucinations. If this book is burned in front of him, can he dream of Hua Ni?"

He Quan picked up the book: "You can try..."

The charcoal fire was burning, Zhu Dingyuan kept twisting on the bed, occasionally gasping, and He Quan stuffed the cloth into his mouth.

Then hesitantly walked in front of Zhaoyue.

There was water on his body, from the melting snow that had stopped falling, wetting his clothes.

Zhao Yue leaned on the couch: "How long have you been outside?"

"I knelt for three hours."

"Why are you kneeling?"

"Zhao Zhao is angry."

He Quan took a step forward, and stopped immediately when he saw her eyes looking at him.

"Why is this palace angry?"

"There were many times when I could have told Zhao Zhao, but I kept it a secret."

Zhao Yue looked at his sad eyes, suppressed her laughter, and cleared her throat: "I am still angry, why did you come in?"

His eyes gradually darkened, and his voice became hoarse: "I can't help it."

"What can't you help?"

Zhaoyue looked at him puzzledly and blinked her long eyelashes.

However, the next second, she was thrown onto the couch by the man. He Quan held her wrist, jealousy appeared on his handsome cheeks, and anger and grievance in his lotus eyes were about to flow out.

"How dare he actually fall in love with you!"

Zhu Dingyuan shed tears, and he also cried with red eyes.

He knitted his eyebrows tightly, buried his head in Zhaoyue's shoulder, and deliberately brushed her most sensitive earlobe with his lips: "Who is he? Why do you want to lock him up yourself?"

"...?"

Zhao Yue's ears itched and she laughed out loud. She tried to push him away, but couldn't. His cold, slender fingers touched her cheek and she snorted coldly.

"I am a better servant than him at showing pity!"

"Ugh... little Quanzi!"