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

The altar was built, and Huang Quan came to invite the ladies to come.

After Zhaoyue arrived, he stood next to Ning Ruxin, and did not stand in front as Zhu Dingyuan had instructed.

The queen put on some makeup today, which made her already dignified face look even more serious. She glanced at the man and said, "Your Majesty, you seem to be in a good mood. Are you happy about something?"

Zhu Dingyuan was in high spirits, his lips curled up all the time: "Nothing happened. I just received a report that the flood in Yunshun has been controlled. I am very happy."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and looked at Zhaoyue inconspicuously. Seeing that she was standing far away, he did not blame her, but only felt a little regretful.

The queen was observant and followed his gaze. Seeing Ning Ruxin's gentle smile, her eyes darkened: "Your Majesty is busy with many things, and God will naturally bless you."

This blessing ceremony lasted for three hours. I don’t know if it was a miracle from the gods, but the sky that was about to rain suddenly cleared up. The empress dowager was smiling happily, and the Buddhist beads in her hand were spinning faster and faster.

Zhaoyue felt her knees go numb as she knelt on the mat. She forced herself to hold on until the end and was helped up by Taoxi. She felt a little better when she saw that Ning Ruxin and Qipin had the same ugly expressions on their faces.

The queen's expression was uncertain, and she couldn't help but admire her in her heart.

After all the hard work this year, her knees must be made of steel.

Afterwards, the abbot invited them to attend the temple's autumn banquet.

Zhaoyue made the excuse that she was not feeling well and asked Taoxi to bring back the food.

She found a quiet place where there was a small boat parked on the water. Suddenly, she remembered the scene when she met He Quan in Houhai, and she shook her head quickly.

Zhaoyue, Zhaoyue, you always wonder what he does.

She pounded her knees: "If I had known I wouldn't have come. It's a waste of suffering."

Su Ziyun was forced to drink some wine by his colleagues. He came out to get some fresh air. He heard someone talking and took a few steps forward: "Who is it?"

Zhao Yue turned around and saw Su Ziyun, wearing an official uniform, walking out of the darkness. His cheeks, which were always serious, were a little flushed, and even his steps were unsteady.

"Doctor Su?"

Su Ziyun saw her face clearly, paused, and stopped five steps away from her, bowing politely: "I was drunk and rude, I didn't know you were here, please forgive me."

He wanted to leave after he finished speaking.

Zhao Yue stopped him: "Doctor Su, please stay."

"What do you want, young master?"

He looked like he had attended the Autumn Banquet. Wearing official uniform even during his relaxing time was too boring. Zhaoyue had some bad intentions and wanted to tease this serious man.

She cried out "Ah!", not knowing how delicate the sound must have sounded to the man's ears.

"I just knelt for a long time and my knees hurt a lot. Can the doctor take a look at me?" She sighed, "I don't know if I can walk tomorrow."

Su Ziyun had his back to her, his head was dizzy, and he tried hard to clear his mind. But when he heard her say that she was in pain, he struggled to leave. He was a doctor and could not keep the patient. But if he left and was seen by others, it would tarnish the young lady's reputation.

Zhao Yue sat on the stool: "Forget it, go away."

She turned sideways and looked at the extremely calm lake.

The next second, a faint smell of alcohol came over. Su Ziyun didn't dare to look at her directly. He half-knelt in front of her and said in a hoarse voice, "Where are you hurt, young lady?"

At this time, the moonlight was spreading over the lake, and the water was sparkling. Half of his cheek was hidden in the shadow, while the other half was clearly seen by Zhaoyue. He had long and light eyebrows, a straight nose, and full lips. When he looked at an object, he seemed particularly serious, and thus looked more serious.

It's a good look.

Zhaoyue joked, "I just said it, knees." She shook her legs.

Su Ziyun looked at the hem of her skirt and stretched out his hand: "My lady, please forgive me."

As soon as he touched the smooth fabric, he immediately withdrew his hand, stood up, and looked very hesitant, even his words were a little stuttering: "No, no, you should go to see Doctor Liu tomorrow."

He didn't know if it was the wine that made him drunk, or the person in front of him that made his mind confused, but after just a few glances at the bottom of her small flower pot, Su Ziyun felt his throat dry and inexplicably thirsty.

Zhao Yue chuckled, mercifully stopped teasing him, and whispered, "Doctor Su, are you hot? Why... your whole head is red."

"Yes, is there?" Su Ziyun covered his neck and said, "Ahem, ahem, I seldom drink."

Zhao Yue waved her hand: "I won't tease you anymore. The moonlight is good today. Doctor Su can stay here to sober up."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and left, but she felt a pricking sensation in her knees, and her legs went weak and she fell down. Su Ziyun was standing next to her and just happened to be a lifesaver for her.

Zhao Yue grabbed his collar tightly and quickly steadied herself: "I was so scared... I almost fell into the water..."

"Cough... cough cough cough... Young Master... Your Majesty..." Su Ziyun's cheeks turned red, and this time his whole head was really red. Zhao Yue pulled his collar so tightly that he almost died.

Zhao Yue quickly let go of his hand: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay?" He patted Su Ziyun on the back: "Doctor Su, are you okay?"

Su Ziyun took a few deep breaths and sobered up a lot. He looked extremely embarrassed at the moment and grabbed Zhao Yue's wrist as she patted his back: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please stop patting me..."

The force was a bit too strong.

Zhao Yue smiled embarrassedly: "I, I really felt pain, so I called you to stop, I didn't mean it just now..."

Su Ziyun sighed and asked her to sit on the stool: "Which leg?"

"two."

"What does it feel like?"

"It started with a tingling sensation, then after a while it started to sting again." Zhao Yue told the truth and watched him resume his imperial physician's behavior.

Su Ziyun put her legs on his knees and took off her shoes: "My lady, do you have a handkerchief?"

"Did not bring."

"My lady, just pull up the hem of your skirt and expose one leg."

Zhaoyue did as she was told.

The skirt she wore today was loose and easily pulled to her knees. Her calves were well-proportioned and white, and when they rested on the man's legs, they contrasted with his dark blue official uniform, making her look even more shiny.

Su Ziyun looked straight at her swollen knees and said, "It's nothing serious. You've been kneeling for too long, and the blood has clogged up."

He looked at the layer of tulle outside Zhaoyue's skirt.

Zhao Yue was still frowning and muttering, "Then why are Ning Changzai and the others fine? I see that they look unhappy, but they can walk without any problem. The Queen is also fine. Don't they feel any pain?"

"Stab" sound.

Zhao Yue was stunned: "You!"

Su Ziyun's face was gloomy. "I will massage you for a while. You can go back to your room later. You can send me a servant to get the blood circulation and blood stasis medicine."

He placed the gauze over Zhaoyue's knees and pressed down with his palms.

"Hmm..." Zhao Yue groaned in pain, but couldn't help saying, "This is the new skirt I made. I like it very much."

Su Ziyun did not answer, but instead answered her question: "Chang Ning made knee pads for them, so no matter how long they kneel, they will not feel as uncomfortable as the young lady. As for the queen, she should use the softest animal skin."

"What about His Majesty and the Queen Mother?" she was surprised.

"Didn't the young lady raise her head when she prayed?" Su Ziyun looked at her with a strange expression: "Your Majesty and the Queen Mother were sitting."

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what!