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

"His Majesty……"

The man paused for a few seconds.

She called him in a sweet voice, half-heartedly.

Zhu Dingyuan's body softened, and he leaned against her neck and exhaled a breath of warm air: "Don't be afraid..."

He grabbed Zhaoyue's wrist to prevent her from escaping.

It's clearly an extremely tough attitude.

But the heat emitted made his neck red, and an emperor actually showed some shyness.

"Yue'er..."

His cold, suspicious and indifferent eyes were now tainted with thick desire.

At this moment, he was like a piece of cake in her hand.

The corners of Zhu Dingyuan's eyes were red, and even had a hint of pleading, as if he was afraid that she would leave.

Zhaoyue was held tightly by him, and all she could hear was the sound of his restrained breathing.

Her thoughts were in a mess for a long time.

Her beautiful fox eyes were also misty: "Your Majesty... your hands are so sore..."

Zhu Dingyuan had beads of sweat on his temples. He clenched his teeth, let out a low groan from his throat, his body trembled slightly, and then he buried his head in her shoulder.

A gentle breeze blew away the inexplicable beauty.

"I really lost to you..."

His voice was still hoarse as he took her hand out and wiped it with a handkerchief.

Even she, Zhaoyue, felt that what had just happened was too absurd, and her ears turned red with embarrassment.

"Okay, okay, I'll clean up myself later." Zhaoyue withdrew her hand and avoided Zhu Dingyuan's sight.

After he was satisfied, he coaxed Zhaoyue in a good temper: "I'm going to take a bath. When I pray for blessings later, please stand closer to me, okay."

"Yeah." Zhaoyue nodded, pushed him, and stood up from his arms.

She returned to the room and asked Taoxi to turn on the water. She didn't sweat, but felt uncomfortable all over, so she decided to take a shower.

After taking off her clothes and soaking her body in hot water, Zhaoyue hummed a few times comfortably, raised her hand, looked at her delicate fingers, and squeezed them lightly.

Not right.

It's not an illusion.

When we had sex a few days ago, it was clearly not this size.

what is going on.

She patted the water irritably, sank into it, and looked up at the carved top: "Taoxi, did you bring the petals?"

"Bring the young lady with you, I'll go get it." She responded from outside.

Zhao Yue closed her eyes.

Behind the screen, her clothes were hanging on the rack. Footsteps sounded, and Zhao Yue said lazily, "Add some more hot water."

A bucket of hot water poured over her shoulders, and the water temperature immediately returned to the optimal temperature. Zhaoyue hummed comfortably.

The petals fell into the water, and she smelled the fragrance and opened her eyes: "Why are they crabapple flowers? Didn't you bring lilies?"

She turned around and saw He Quan wearing black clothes, looking at her coldly.

"You!" Zhao Yue immediately protected himself and pressed against the barrel: "How dare you come in? Get out!"

He Quan didn't move. She was afraid of being heard, so she lowered her voice and said, "Get out!"

It's a pity that her appearance at this moment, with her shoulders exposed, her skin rosy, her black hair loose, and even her frowning expression, makes people feel uncomfortable. She is like a flower bud covered with rain and dew. As long as you get closer, you can see all her beauty.

He Quan was in a bad mood and he was angry.

Even though he didn't say anything and his expression remained the same as usual, Zhaoyue still felt the anger lingering around him.

The pupils in his eyes were extremely pale, giving people a cold-hearted feeling, but at this moment Zhao Yue felt as if there was a fire burning, which he was trying his best to suppress.

Zhao Yue swallowed her saliva, feeling a little uneasy: "What... do you want to do..."

She threatened dryly: "I'm telling you, it's time to pray soon, so don't hit people in the face."

The moment He Quan took a step, she immediately lowered her head. The pain she had expected did not come. Instead, a hand clamped her jaw, and then her lips touched something soft.

Her pupils suddenly widened.

Close at hand was He Quan’s face.

He is kissing her!

He Quan kissed her very hard, as if he wanted to vent his anger in this way. While Zhao Yue was stunned, he pried open her teeth easily.

His tongue went in, entwining with hers in a clumsy but rough manner. Zhaoyue uttered a "hmm" to beg for mercy, but he lifted half of her body out of the barrel and held her down tightly.

The more Zhaoyue struggled, the tighter he held her.

She was running out of oxygen.

He was so domineering. No one knew what made him angry. He treated her like this as soon as he came in.

Zhaoyue felt a little aggrieved and bit him hard.

"Uh, um..." He bit her hard, and the tip of his tongue was filled with the smell of blood. He Quan let go of her in pain and held on to the wooden barrel.

Zhao Yue immediately put on the robe on the shelf: "Are you crazy?"

He Quan wiped his lip, looked at the bright red blood and chuckled. He pushed Zhao Yue against the wall, his cold eyes unexpectedly very seductive: "I saw everything."

"What do you see?"

Zhao Yue was held in his arms, looking up at his face, and then she realized: "Oh, you mean with His Majesty..."

She smiled and said, "I am your Majesty's concubine. Isn't it normal to do these things?"

He Quan punched the wall. There was no warmth in his eyes, his aura dropped to freezing point, his jaw was clearly tightly clenched, and his indifferent and noble expression became even sharper at this moment.

Zhao Yue's tone also turned cold: "Are you angry?"

"He Quan, you were the one who rejected me first, weren't you?" Her light words made He Quan's body stiffen.

It was he who told her personally that there was something that had to be done, and it was he who gave her the warm stone to show her favor.

Zhao Yue stretched out her hand and slid it up and down his heaving chest: "I admit that you make me confused, but unfortunately we all have to look forward. Compared with men, I prefer the right to live, and I want to sit in the back seat of Feng Yi Wan Qian, and you..."

He will also become the nine thousand year old man, second only to the one himself.

He Quan clenched his hands, his icy eyes suddenly softened, the blood on his thin lips dyed the corners of his lips red, he put down his hands as if he had compromised, and said to her sullenly: "I won't hinder you, but... I'm afraid you will be tempted by him."

"why."

Because he couldn't control his heart. The jealousy today was about to burn him out, and even made him lose his mind. He rushed into her room and kissed her.

Zhaoyue watched him move his lips a few times without saying a word.

He raised his hand and stroked his hair, sneering: "I will pretend that what happened today never happened. Get out."

Damn eunuch, his mouth is harder than iron.

He Quan lowered his arms: "I'm sorry."

Zhao Yue didn't respond and just left.

Taoxi knocked on the door and said, "My lady, I don't know why I fell asleep. Are you done with your bath?"

"come in."

Taoxi quickly dressed her and looked at the small wound on her lip and asked in confusion: "My lady, how did you get hurt here?"

Zhao Yue pressed down on the bronze mirror with her fingertips, and felt a sharp pain: "It's okay... I accidentally bit it while eating."

She was too anxious when she bit He Quan just now and got herself bitten as well.

"Then let me apply some lip balm to the young master."

When Taoxi went out, she saw He Quan standing at the door with a gloomy face: "Little Quan, where have you been?"

He Quan didn't answer and turned away.

"Strange, how come Xiao Quanzi's mouth was injured..." Taoxi muttered in confusion.