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

There are many kinds of flowers on the bed.

Her body was so soft and boneless from dancing that no matter how she was bent, she would still give men a charming smile with a calm demeanor.

The incense in the incense burner is burning, with the fragrance of crabapple.

Zhu Dingyuan thought of the last night, when Yue Er gave him unforgettable memories. He met Hua Ni's eyes and said, "You are not afraid of me."

The marks on her skin were blue and purple. Perhaps it was because of the familiar scent of crabapple in her room that made Zhu Dingyuan move better.

Who is Hua Ni? These methods are just like tickling to her.

She would never cry with tears in her eyes or an expression as if the sky had fallen.

"Your Majesty is so powerful, how could I be afraid?" She climbed up even harder, signaling the man to treat her as he pleased.

She first put herself in a lowly position: "I like it very much."

"Why is there the scent of crabapple in your room?" Zhu Dingyuan asked, his face darkening.

It seemed that if what she said did not satisfy him, her head would fall off in the next second.

"Your Majesty has not set foot in the harem for such a long time. It must be because you are worried about Concubine Zhao." Hua Ni panted romantically.

Her hands were as smooth as snakes, caressing the man's cheek: "If I want to keep Your Majesty, I must use these means."

"You dare to say anything."

Zhu Dingyuan chuckled and pulled her hand away, his face still cold.

"Your Majesty..." Hua Ni Snake's eyes were blurred and she called him tenderly and lovingly.

Zhu Dingyuan closed his eyes, Zhaoyue's delicate face appeared in his mind. She held a thin chain and fastened it to him. Her fingertips were warm and soft, sliding over every inch of him.

His chest heaved violently, and he grabbed Hua Ni's hand and strangled him: "Continue."

-

Yaohua Garden.

In the middle of the night, Ning Ruxin changed her clothes into Lan'er's, opened the door, and looked at the quiet courtyard.

As I stepped out the door, a chubby little bird in the treetops chirped and flew away.

She pursed her lips, hoping somewhat that the bird would bring news.

However, there was nothing.

With a self-deprecating chuckle, Ning Ruxin, what are you still thinking about? Yan Yang will never come back.

will never.

When she walked out of Yaohua Garden and looked forward, the long black road was gloomy, as if countless black tentacles stretched out, wanting to devour her.

Ning Ruxin was trembling and walked quickly with her head down.

How did she get to where she is today?

The patrolling guards changed shifts, and a pale and thin one yawned: "It's really cold, please don't let it snow, my feet are going to freeze off."

The other one was taller: "I have some wine, have a few drinks, and you can go back and rest after you get through these few hours."

"Hey, I'll take a nap here. Go get it."

"I'm too lazy to ask you."

It was quiet again, with only the sound of the wind and the dim light. The dozing guard leaned against the pillar, his hand still gripping the hilt of his sword.

A figure slowly approached him, and he suddenly opened his eyes: "Who?"

Ning Ruxin fell to the ground, her face under the cloak filled with grievance and tears.

She put on makeup, deliberately making herself look more charming.

The darkness made her look even prettier.

The guard was young and his face turned red with embarrassment.

"Brother Guard, I sprained my foot. Can you help me up?" She wiped her tears.

"Which palace are you from? What maid are you from? Why are you still out so late?"

He helped her up, and Ning Ruxin fell into his arms.

"you!"

Ning Ruxin half coaxed and half leaned on him, asking him to take her back.

Everything was easier than she thought.

After a long while, she buttoned her clothes, and the guard pulled her sleeve and asked, "What's your name?"

Does it matter?

Ning Ruxin had no expression on her face. She pushed his hand away and disappeared into the night.

-

Shouning Palace.

In the Buddhist shrine next to the main hall, Kong Yuan sat cross-legged, his overly pale cheeks turning gray. The candlelight flickered as he muttered scriptures.

"Master Kong Yuan, the Queen Mother asked you to rest early. Here is the ginseng soup. Please drink it while it's hot."

Kong Yuan opened his eyes: "Thank you."

He drank it all in one gulp, holding the sandalwood string tightly in his hand: "Excuse me, when can I leave the palace?"

"Master, please take a rest. I will go down first."

A trace of sadness flashed across Kong Yuanyu's compassionate eyes.

He closed his eyes and chanted again, the string of sandalwood in his hand spinning faster and faster.

The empty sleeves of the cassock and a cold white wrist were wrapped around by something furry.

Kong Yuan opened his eyes and saw nothing.

On his neck, he felt a tingling sensation, as if a snow-white tail was covering his entire body, and another one was circling his waist.

"Monster!" he shouted angrily and looked behind him.

Still nothing.

Sweat oozed from his smooth forehead, and kept flowing in the dark winter night.

The elusive white tail stroked his entire body, and what was even more terrifying was that gradually, more and more something was wrong with him.

A faint blush covered the cold white face.

The compassionate eyes gave rise to a strange desire.

The sandalwood string on his wrist fell to the ground. He felt the robes become nothingness, and the tail became more and more real, wrapping him tightly.

"When the mind and spirit are united, the qi should follow."

"If you are like me, you will not be surprised by any changes..."

"No delusion, no anger, no desire, no demand... um..."

His back trembled, his eyes were confused, looking at the mess on the ground, biting his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and holding the sandalwood beads tightly: "Drive away the evil spirits! Stop the evil spirits!"

The maid who brought him the ginseng soup had already come to the Queen Mother. She replied honestly and obediently, "Queen Mother, Aunt Zhu called me away, so I asked Xiangqiao to deliver the ginseng soup."

She bowed her shoulders to the Queen Mother and whispered, "Xiang Qiao has been gone for a long time, why hasn't she come back yet?"

The Queen Mother suddenly opened her eyes.

The corners of her eyes, which she had maintained well, could not escape the traces of time. Her eye sockets were sunken and her eyes were more cloudy than when she was young.

But you can still see her youthful beauty.

She stood up and said, "Let's go and have a look."

The Queen Mother walked very fast. She seemed to be worried about something bad and her whole body was strangely tense.

When they arrived at the Buddhist temple, she stopped and let go of my hand: "I will go in by myself."

"Yes." They stepped back.

As I approached the door, I could hear a woman begging for mercy, which was too loud to even hear.

She pushed the door open and light shone in from inside.

See the entangled figures clearly.

On the cushion, Kong Yuan chanted the Heart Purification Mantra, but his movements became faster and faster. His cold white features were all covered in sweat, and his eyes and brows were filled with a sense of relief.

Each word was louder than the last. "Fox demon! You are a demon! I am going to take you in!"

Xiangqiao cried and tried to run away, but was caught back by him and beaten again.

She raised her small face and said, "Queen Mother! Queen Mother! Save this servant!"

The Queen Mother's face lost all color, her eyelids trembled constantly, and the face in her memory became clearer and clearer: "He won't do such a thing! He won't break his vows!"

The same sandalwood beads on her wrist fell to the ground and rolled everywhere.

But Kong Yuan still couldn't be awakened. He was immersed in unknown joy, and his compassionate face became distorted.

The Queen Mother closed her eyes and shed tears.

The door closes.

Her manner was haughty and lonely, her eyes majestic and indifferent.

"Kill them."