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

He looked at the dark room and chuckled. A little light came through the gap in the ceiling. He Quan used this light to light the candle on the bedside.

Then he looked at the sleeping person.

She huddled in an ordinary gray-blue quilt, a small ball, looking much smaller. The face that always looked angry when looking at him was now harmless and pure, with a round nose and long and thick eyelashes, just like a fox that had just transformed.

By the time he reacted, he was already half-kneeling in front of the bed, and stretched out his finger as if possessed by a ghost.

He gently touched her soft skin, tracing from the tip of her nose down to her full lips. He was suddenly awakened as if he was scalded and quickly curled up his fingers.

He Quan's heart was pounding wildly. It was hard to describe in words what he was thinking at the moment, but his body language couldn't lie, and he really wanted to hold her in his arms.

Like the last few times, every time.

Listen to her soft moans.

He clenched his fingers, his skin was cold and white, and blue meridians burst out from the back of his hand. His shallow and cold eyes were filled with a struggle, like a quagmire or a whirlpool.

The person on the bed whimpered, as if feeling a little cold, and pulled the quilt tighter. Zhaoyue felt a little thirsty, and opened his eyes drowsily, only to find a person squatting in front of him.

"Ah!" She was so frightened that she lost her soul.

He Quan quickly covered her mouth, but she grabbed him by the collar and he fell down.

Seeing that he was about to fall on her, Zhaoyue panicked and struggled backwards, but ended up kicking him in the crotch.

"Hmm..." He Quan groaned, held down her flailing wrist, and clenched his teeth: "It's me..."

Zhao Yue bit his hand and said, "I'm screaming because it's you!"

He Quan glanced at the small tooth marks on his palm and shook his hand: "Hiss...I haven't seen you for a few hours. Is your son a dog?"

"Who told you to squat quietly at the head of my bed? It's really scary." Zhao Yue saw that his face looked a little bad: "I didn't bite hard, don't pretend."

He Quan sat on the bed and panted, looking at his lower abdomen: "My young master bit more than just me."

"Did I kick you?" Zhao Yue wrapped herself in a blanket and patted his shoulder nonchalantly: "You are a eunuch, there is nothing to worry about. I am not very strong either, so don't try to blackmail me on purpose."

……

He Quan endured the pain, took a breath, and said with a fake smile: "As long as the young lady is happy."

Seeing that his mood suddenly cooled down and he seemed to be angry, Zhao Yue touched his nose hesitantly and moved towards him: "Are you angry?"

"Okay, okay, I really didn't mean it. I just subconsciously thought there was a thief."

It was clearly him who scared her without saying a word, so why was she the one who apologized in the end?

Zhaoyue was extremely helpless.

"What do you want from me?"

"The blessing ceremony will begin tomorrow, and Your Majesty will definitely not come tonight, so... I saw that you were bored, so I specially came to invite you to watch a show?"

"Oh? What play? I am not willing to perform in any play." Zhao Yue snorted proudly.

Zhaoyue raised her chin and directed her gaze to the window.

The window was covered with ordinary paper, and unless you looked carefully you wouldn't be able to notice the small hole. A diabolo stuck out of the hole, and wisps of smoke came out of it.

"This is..." Zhao Yue frowned: "Soul-bewitching incense?"

He Quan directly put his arm around her waist: "My lady, cover your mouth."

The feeling of weightlessness suddenly appeared, and Zhaoyue was so scared that she quickly wrapped herself around him. She didn't even have time to scream, and when she opened her eyes again, she was already lying on the eaves.

She lay on her stomach and looked at the man standing there gracefully. She gritted her teeth and said, "Asshole."

Why is his falling posture so handsome?

He Quan squatted down and hushed at her, then gently moved the tiles in front of Zhao Yue, revealing a tiny crack.

He also lay down, and they both looked down together.

Ning Ruxin's room was pitch black.

She winked at He Quan: Do you think Yan Yang will come? Is he really that brave?

He Quan raised his eyebrows, signaling her to be patient.

The moon quietly hung on the treetops.

Zhaoyue was feeling sleepy and bumped into Hequan's shoulder several times.

Finally, there was movement in the room below. Footsteps came closer and closer. Then a fire starter was lit. The man lit two candles and shook the woman on the bed: "Xin'er... Xin'er... wake up."

Ning Ruxin opened her eyes and saw the person in front of her happily sitting up, but immediately turned her face away: "Why did you come to see me again?"

"Good Xin'er, don't be angry, I miss you so much."

"You're so smooth-talking. I'll write a letter to you, why don't you come to see me?" Ning Ruxin's eyes were red.

Yan Yang stroked her cheek and said, "Xin'er, the Hall of Supreme Harmony is busy. When we met before, I lost a jade pendant. I was afraid that someone with ulterior motives might have picked it up, so I searched for it for a long time."

"Did you find it?"

Ning Ruxin snorted coldly: "Since you are so scared, let's not meet again in the future."

"Don't say that, my heart and body belong to you, dear Xiner..." Yan Yang coaxed her and hugged her.

"Why aren't you afraid tonight?"

"The jade pendant doesn't have any obvious pattern. I guess some greedy servant picked it up." Yan Yang's eyes fell on her shoulder: "You were injured today, I'm very worried."

He untied Ning Ruxin's outer robe.

Zhao Yue, who was lying on top, quickly covered her eyes. He Quan smiled and took her hands away, mouthing: What's wrong?

This was the third time Zhao Yue had peeked, and she couldn't help blushing. She felt that the following scene was not suitable for peeking, so she thought about it.

But she was already there, and if she moved at this moment, Yan Yang might find out. She had no choice but to stay there and shook her head to indicate that she was fine.

Ning Ruxin's outer robe slipped off, revealing her fair skin. The wound on her shoulder was tightly wrapped. Yan Yang looked at her distressedly: "Does it hurt a lot?"

She leaned into his arms and shook her head.

"Why did you block his sword?" Yan Yang lowered his voice: "You...are you..."

Ning Ruxin stretched out her hand to stop him from speaking, her eyes misty, "I was very close to him at that time, I just thought that blocking his sword would definitely help him consolidate his favor, so I did that." She stroked the man's face, "The higher my position and the greater my power, the easier it will be to see you."

"So... you are doing this for us, right? You don't have any other thoughts about him..."

Ning Ruxin's eyes flashed with a strange look, but Yan Yang couldn't see it. He only heard her gentle tone: "Yes...Brother Yan, we want to be together forever. You promised me that you would always protect me, right?"

"Xin'er, I love you." Yan Yang couldn't help but kiss her neck.

"No... there are still people."

"I put some incense before I came here, um..."

Hearing this, Ning Ruxin let him do what he wanted. Because he was injured, Yan Yang lay down and let her sit on him. Looking at her increasingly charming face, his throat rolled and he swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.