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

Taoxi opened the food box and the small box containing jewelry. Inside lay two snow-blue hairpins with flower and butterfly patterns, and a pair of exquisite autumn-colored earrings.

Lanpin frowned: "Sister, what are you doing..."

"Sister Lanpin may not blame me, but I cannot be ignorant. Qin Yi will prepare two meals in the future, one for you. You must also accept this hairpin."

Lanpin smiled, more sincerely than before, and sighed: "If this can make my sister feel better, I would be more than happy."

Her eyes flickered. "So, the reward that His Majesty gave to my sister actually benefited me. Look, this little cook didn't leave, and he even got some nice jewelry."

The two smiled at each other and talked for a while. Zhao Yue saw that she looked sleepy. He touched his belly from time to time and looked at the rain outside without any expression: "Taoxi, it's raining outside and the flowers are falling. I want to go to the Imperial Garden to enjoy the rain."

"Sister, do you want to go? Come and be a refined person with me, your sister."

Lanpin stood up to see her off, smiling and shaking her head: "Sister, you are not in good health, so you can't compare to me. Can you come and talk to me more often in the future?"

"Okay, then sister, please stay."

"Cuiyun, send Zhao Changzai off."

After leaving the palace, Taoxi said, "My lady, Concubine Ling is not here today. If she were here, it would be difficult for her to see Concubine Lan."

Zhao Yue lowered her eyes: "Do you smell anything?"

Taoxi nodded: "But I can't smell what it is."

He Quan, who was waiting, saw her appear and came over with an umbrella. He glanced at Taoxi. She was inexplicably frightened and took a step back, moving away from Zhaoyue.

He Quan walked beside Zhao Yue, and seeing her frown, he lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Princess Lan thinks the same as I do. She has a hard time living under Concubine Ling."

She moved a little closer and her arm touched He Quan's arm. He looked deeply at her snow-white earlobes and the long tassel earrings swaying gently.

"When she first came in, I smelled something, a bit like herbs, and then she spoke. She was less talkative than usual, and seemed a little uneasy, hiding something."

Zhao Yue raised her eyes to look at him, and her heart was panicked by his eyes, and she took a step back: "When I said I was leaving, she was immediately relieved and couldn't wait to see me off."

He Quan smiled and looked forward: "It's Ai Ye."

"Artemisia argyi?" Zhao Yue was puzzled: "Taoxi said that you are good at medicine, and it seems that your nose is even better."

He Quan did not respond to her joke: "Moxa leaves warm the meridians and stop bleeding, dispel cold and relieve pain, and help...to stabilize the fetus."

Zhao Yue stopped and squeezed his wrist with her fingers: "You mean, she, she is pregnant?"

"The servant is just guessing."

"Why didn't she tell your majesty?"

"The Queen is ill, Concubine Gao is the only favorite, and now someone has fallen into the water. She lives in Concubine Ling's palace, so there's no guarantee that she won't notice anything. She's living under someone else's roof, so naturally she's afraid."

He Quan's voice was hoarse, and he leaned over to whisper in her ear: "It may be difficult to save her pregnancy, but she must want to try her luck with it."

Zhao Yue smelled his cold fragrance and jumped in shock at his words. Then she realized, "Then I did something wrong. I even asked Qin Yi to deliver meals to her!"

"What if, what if something bad happens to her?"

Her fox-like face was a little flustered, and her naivety was adorable, making people want to tease her.

He Quan sighed softly, "Yes, my lady, go back and tell Lanpin right now that you should give the cook back to her."

"You! This is a gift from His Majesty. How can you just return it? Do you think it's a child's toy?"

Zhao Yue glanced at him angrily, and seeing the smile in his eyes, her face immediately turned red: "Bold slave, you are scaring me."

"Princess Lan has not received many favors. She finally got pregnant. Even if she can't give birth to the child, she will definitely use it as the best card to defeat the person she hates the most."

"You mean..." Concubine Ling.

Zhao Yue saw him nod, her eyelashes fluttered, and she asked, "Then tell me, do I need to be friends with her?"

"It's just so-so. My lady, you understand that the favors in the harem are like flowers that bloom and fade, and they won't last forever. She treats you as a friend now, but what will she do if you become as favored as the heavens in the future?"

He Quan's voice came through the sound of the drizzling rain and reached her ears, making her feel a little clearer and inexplicably at ease.

She hummed, "Where are we going?"

This is not the way to the Imperial Garden. Looking at the pillow on the floor where he first met, he said, "Why are you here?"

He Quan looked at the rain and said, "Wait until the rain stops before leaving. My dear, please take a rest here first."

Zhaoyue nodded: "Taoxi, come over here too."

Entering the Pillow Room, Taoxi was overwhelmed and said excitedly: "My lady, there are so many books here, I don't know any of them!"

"You can pick one and take it back to see. Your mistress doesn't like stupid slaves."

"Little Master!"

Zhao Yue felt a little uncomfortable looking at the place where she had stayed that day, and went upstairs with He Quan.

He Quan raised his eyebrows: "What did you remember, young master?"

"Cough cough cough..." Zhaoyue was thinking about Ning Ruxin and the guard that day. He was touched on the point by him and coughed awkwardly.

"It seems that I guessed it right."

Seeing that she didn't say anything, He Quan sighed again and picked up the inconspicuous album casually: "I think the young lady has been here several times."

"Nonsense, this is my second time here!"

Zhao Yue looked at him.

The man's face was handsome, with an inexplicable smile on his face, just like a cunning wolf. His light-colored pupils were shining like amber, and he said with thin lips, "Really... Isn't the fire avoidance map of the young master here..."

Zhao Yue's neck instantly turned red. She reached out to cover his lips and glared at him: "No! No!"

His long lotus eyes blinked, clearly writing "Is that so? I don't believe it," and a low laugh came from his chest.

"I, I brought it from the mansion. My...mother gave it to me."

Zhao Yue let go of his hand, his eyes darkening.

Young ladies from aristocratic families who entered the palace were all the darlings of the nobles. Which mother would give such things to her children? The wife of the Minister of Rites had thrown the word "ritual" to the winds.

Not right.

He Quan frowned slightly, and suddenly reached out and pushed her against the bookshelf, covering her lips with his palm: "Shh."

Zhao Yue was startled. Her waist was restrained by him and she couldn't move. She stared in shock at He Quan who was pressing her down.

No way, this damn eunuch!

She covered his lips, and he wanted to cover them back?

Then she heard the sound of a secret door opening, and that familiar voice appeared again, even with an indescribable pitiful cry: "Brother Yan... Xin'er misses you so much!"

They actually changed places, but what a coincidence, I bumped into them again!