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

Fang Fei's fingers touched the handkerchief, and the temperature through the thin handkerchief made his palm slowly warm up. She pulled it gently, and Xiao Yinzi was afraid that the handkerchief would fall, so he followed her forward.

He and Concubine Fang became closer.

Her beautiful face was close at hand, her eyes were indifferent, her nose was small, her lips were of moderate thickness, with a suitable amount of lip balm on, and the corners of her lips seemed to be smiling.

A pleasant smell filled his nose.

Xiao Yinzi held his breath, and the sweat on his forehead fell to the ground. He felt dizzy and fell down with a thud.

Dizzy, dizzy?

-

He Quan looked at Zhao Yue who was sleeping soundly on the bed, tucked the corner of the quilt in, and was about to put her wrist, which she had stretched out dishonestly, back in.

But looking at her delicate eyes as she slept soundly, he knelt down, held her hand, and looked at her tenderly with his amber pupils like a clear spring.

Her hands were small and warm.

Just like her, she was obviously an orphan with no confidence, but she dared to go deep into the imperial city for her brother and herself, and to flatter the hypocritical Zhu Dingyuan. Like a cattail, she had a stubborn force growing upwards.

awesome.

He Quan smiled and stroked her cheek, kissed her hand lightly, and then quietly left.

He returned to the side room which was only two walls away from Zhaoyue, closed the door, his eyes darkened, and he let out a restrained gasp.

"Damn it..." He was really going crazy and was running out of patience.

Tearing off his clothes, he walked into the small bathroom.

His body was the brightest spot in the dim room. He was tall but not thin, with smooth muscles. His skin was fair for a man, but not at all feminine.

There were many scars on his back, some light brown and some light pink, which added a sense of intimidation and oppression to his cold and aloof temperament.

It's hard to imagine what he went through.

But He Quan looked extremely calm as he stepped into the barrel.

The cold water made him more alert and suppressed the uneasy heat in his body.

He hesitantly reached out his hand and placed it on the strange bandage tied around his waist.

No...

He Quan took a shallow breath.

But the unbearable pain came in waves, accompanied by an unbearable surge in his bones, tearing at his sanity inch by inch.

Why not.

He Quan untied the bandages, lay down in the wooden barrel, and looked at his own dirtiest desires. Zhao Yue's appearance appeared in his eyes, naughty, seductive, and cunning.

They are all beautiful.

His fingers trembled slightly, but he finally clenched them.

What coldness and indifference? He was now like a devil struggling in the mud, with only uncontrollable speed, uncontrollable pleasure, and unsuppressible low moans.

After a long while, veins on his forehead throbbed wildly, and he closed his eyes tiredly: "Young Master..."

-

"The weather is getting colder and colder, young lady, you should get up. Concubine Fang asked Qin Yi to make some warm mutton soup for you. You will feel so comfortable if you drink a bowl of it for breakfast."

Taoxi held up the window to let the bright light from outside in, sweeping away the darkness in the hall.

"Have you kept the mutton soup warm?" Zhao Yue spoke before she woke up.

Tao Xi said helplessly: "It's still warm, my little master."

Zhao Yue then stretched and sat up, saying in a somewhat mean tone, "You know, Taoxi, I really like to sleep in. Every time I open my eyes and think about not having to worry about food and clothing for the day, I feel very happy."

"What are you talking about, young lady? Are you hungry in the mansion?" Taoxi helped her put on clothes.

"It's okay." Zhaoyue smiled.

Taoxi helped her to do her makeup: "Xiao Quanzi said he had something to do and went out."

"Did your majesty turn over the cards yesterday?"

"No, but I think I went to the Queen's Palace for lunch."

Zhao Yue thought about his expression yesterday and sighed. She realized that she couldn't be impatient. If she wanted Zhu Dingyuan to release her as soon as possible, she had to keep working hard.

In his previous life, Zhu Dingyuan's health was damaged because of her in bed. In this life, with He Quan's warm stone, he is even more powerful.

As long as Ning Ruxin, this gentle and eloquent flower, cannot rise up.

"Oh, my lady, Hua promised that she is well now. She asked Baoer to send something to you, saying that she wants to thank you for the medicine."

"It's probably a reward from His Majesty. She's having a hard time right now. When the time comes, you can pick out some things that can be rewarded and give them to her. Just say that you've repaid her kindness and there's no need to be polite."

Zhaoyue sat at the table and had breakfast.

"My lady, you are so kind to agree to Hua." Taoxi served her the food.

"Really?" Zhao Yue did not answer, but scooped a spoonful of mutton soup into her red lips.

She is a smart person, but also a miserable person. If possible, Zhaoyue hopes that she can repay her life-saving grace in other ways.

A tattered book and a few hairpins were exchanged for a life.

Think beautiful.

Although the weather was cold, the sky was clear and there was a gentle breeze that didn't hurt when it blew on my face.

Taoxi moved the pear wood rocking chair outside, and took some cakes and small fruits and placed them next to it.

Zhaoyue was wrapped in a warm blanket, lying on a chair, humming a little tune comfortably. Although the tune was not in tune, it was still pleasing to the ear.

"My lady, Doctor Su has brought the medicine and is standing at the door."

"Please come in."

Su Ziyun put the medicine on the table and looked at Zhaoyue rocking in the rocking chair, with a faint smile in his eyes: "Your Majesty is busy with all kinds of affairs, and the Queen is in charge of the six palaces. It's better to be a young lady, leisurely and comfortable, and enviable."

Zhao Yue didn't expect that Su Ziyun had such a sharp-tongued side. Isn't this saying that she does nothing but eat, drink and have fun?

Yes, even the unfavored concubines in the palace were eagerly looking forward to His Majesty's service. They would embroider purses, copy the Meditation Sutra, research new foods for His Majesty, and practice themselves.

In the end, His Majesty didn’t even come.

She had suffered enough of this in her previous life.

Zhao Yue raised her eyebrows provocatively: "That's a pity. If Imperial Doctor Su was a girl and His Majesty took a liking to her, she could probably be made a concubine."

She said in a teasing tone, like a gangster: "Doctor Su is so pretty that even if she is not good enough, she can still agree."

Su Ziyun knew that she was always eloquent, and he was defeated by her again. His face turned red, and he hurriedly changed the subject: "I have checked the pulse of the young lady."

"Why didn't you come yesterday?" Zhaoyue stretched out his wrist.

"Several imperial doctors have left the palace for a rest, and the Imperial Hospital is short of staff. Yesterday, one of the doctors suffered from spleen and stomach problems, which delayed us a little."

When it comes to examining the pulse of an unfavored lady, the imperial physicians would usually refuse, but he was the only one who had a kind heart and didn't care.

Zhao Yue nodded: "Then you are indeed working hard."

If he had not been the one who took Concubine Zhao's pulse in the beginning, with her current favor, it would probably not have been his turn.

Su Ziyun thought about it and opened the medicine box an inch. His hand suddenly stopped and he took a few steps forward to block Zhaoyue's sight: "I forgot to bring my handkerchief. Please forgive me, my lady."

Zhao Yue hummed and covered it with her handkerchief: "It's okay, I have it."

"..."

Su Ziyun placed his fingertips on her wrist and looked at the golden handkerchief, which was annoying. He coughed softly and said, "My lady, did you know that I was coming yesterday?"

He felt an indescribable feeling rising in his heart, like anticipation.

Is the young lady waiting for him?