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

The person in front of him.

She was only wearing a thin carved silk skirt. Although she was wearing a cloak, her thin shoulders could still be clearly seen. Her hair was black with only a simple flower hairpin on it.

The eyelashes on that face trembled slightly, and she looked panic-stricken. Because of shyness, a rouge color appeared under her snow-white skin. Her clear eyes were delicate and naive in a way that did not match her upturned eyebrows, and there was a teardrop mole at the corner of her eye.

Her hair and clothes are truly fragrant.

Like a fairy.

He Quan's heartbeat slowed down for a moment, his eyes solemn: "My young master, you are lost again."

He released his hand that was covering her lips, but suddenly held her wrists tightly with one hand.

The other slender knuckles gently picked up the paper boat, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his lips curled up into an inexplicable smile: "Ah..."

He didn't look at the note inside, but met Zhaoyue's panicked eyes.

"Holding a memorial ceremony privately in the palace, this is..."

"No, I didn't." Zhao Yue retorted, and then quickly lowered his voice: "How could someone use a paper boat to offer sacrifices.

Seeing that the person in front of her was not an assassin, she breathed a sigh of relief, struggled with her wrist, and frowned: "I am the master, you are overstepping your authority!"

Not to mention that he is still a man, although he is a eunuch. But if he were seen flirting with a eunuch, he would really have no way to explain himself.

He Quan found her struggle interesting and loosened his grip. Zhao Yue snatched the paper boat and held it in her arms, pretending to be calm: "I will pretend that I have never seen you. You, you leave now."

The rain outside hit the water, creating ripples. Zhaoyue looked at him blocking the boat's mouth with his lips tightly pursed.

Why hasn't he left yet?

She didn't care what he was doing. It was a great blessing that he came back from wherever he was, so why was he still looking at her?

He Quan coughed a few times, and blood oozed out of his chest again. He took off his mask. His handsome face was too pale, and the fatigue that could not be concealed appeared between his long eyebrows. He leaned against the wall of the ship and closed his eyes.

Zhao Yue had been watching him with her knees hugged vigilantly. After a long while, she saw his breathing slow down and couldn't help but say, "Hey."

No one responded.

I wonder if he will die on the boat. Zhao Yue was shocked and kicked He Quan's leg: "Hey, you, wake up."

Late night, rainy day, dead body.

Zhao Yue thought of that day again. Her body felt like it was falling into cold water. She felt cold wave after wave. Even her fingertips couldn't help but tremble. She came close to him with mist in her eyes: "What's wrong with you? Wake up, wake up."

She shook He Quan, but still got no response. Looking at the bloodstains in front of him, she hurriedly unbuttoned his clothes.

A bleeding knife wound looked particularly hideous on the fair chest. Zhao Yue didn't care to be afraid and took out the ointment from the sachet on her waist: "This is made of ear orchid, it has the effect of coagulation, just bear with it."

Zhao Yue dug out a little bit and applied it on He Quan's wound. Her fingers couldn't stop shaking.

Her tears fell from her eyes and fell on the man's legs.

He Quan, who was in a coma, felt his chest burning. He groaned, opened his eyes, and grabbed her wrist: "You..."

The person in front of him had a wrinkled face, crying like a pear blossom in the rain. When she saw him open his eyes, she was no longer afraid and smiled immediately: "You're awake!"

He Quan found that his clothes were completely open, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he reached out to tighten the collar.

She looked concerned.

Hekwon took the ointment away without a name.

He put it under his nose and sniffed it, and his brows relaxed: "You are quite smart. You actually know that this calming flower can also coagulate blood."

Zhao Yue was a little angry when she saw his alert look. He didn't even say thank you, but instead suspected that she had poisoned him when he was weak.

He is really a heavy, suspicious, violent and paranoid eunuch.

She was such a fool. Why did she save him? She should just let him die.

Zhaoyue wiped her tears and moved away from him.

He Quan straightened his robe and felt better. He looked at her who was silent: "Ahem... ahem... thank you very much for saving my life, my lady."

Zhaoyue still ignored him and looked down at the paper boat in her hand, as if in a daze.

"Who are you praying for, your parents, your majesty... or do you also have a childhood sweetheart like Miss Ning?" He Quan sat up straight.

Zhao Yue snorted coldly: "You'd better stop talking. If you faint again, I don't have any extra medicine to save you."

He Quan raised his eyebrows and moved forward an inch. Zhao Yue immediately became defensive like a frightened rabbit, her voice trembling: "I, I mean... you should calm down and cultivate your energy now."

He was being cold and sarcastic just now, but now he has suddenly softened his attitude.

He Quan's expression remained unchanged, and he did not move. He glanced at the note in the paper boat: "Safe and smooth..."

He reached out and took out the note, his fingertips stained with blood, and wrote on the back - Peace of mind.

Put it back into Zhaoyue's hands.

Zhao Yue looked at him, her face still cold and indifferent, but it seemed as if covered with a layer of fog that could not be dispelled.

His hoarse voice was also tinged with sadness: "I also have an old friend, whose birthday I missed. Today I would like to borrow your paper boat and offer flowers to Buddha..."

Peace of mind. Was he trying to make that old friend feel at ease, or was he telling himself to be at peace with what his heart desires?

Zhaoyue put the paper boat on the water.

He Quan turned his gaze to her: "Why were you crying just now?"

Zhao Yue met his gaze, her cheeks suddenly flushed, and she even stuttered, "Who, who is crying."

He Quan smiled and reached out his hand to touch his cheek.

There were still traces of tears on her face.

Zhao Yue was ashamed and wiped her face: "I'm just afraid of the dead. You didn't even have the energy just now, I was just crying out of fear."

He Quan rubbed the small bottle of ointment in his palm, put it in his pocket calmly, and looked at the gradually decreasing rain: "I will take the young lady back."

"No, no need!"

Zhao Yue stood up and took the umbrella: "I remember the way."

He Quan sat in the boat, looking at her solemnly, his eyes full of oppression, which made Zhao Yue's heart tremble again. She smiled, opened her umbrella, and stepped onto the shore.

The sky was gradually getting brighter and the rain was about to stop, but Zhaoyue walked even faster.

He Quan followed behind her like a black shadow. Finally, when he saw her enter Ningzhu Pavilion safely, he quickly turned and headed towards Zhidianjian.