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

It was late at night, and the wind was very strong tonight. It whistled past the branches of the trees, making a rustling sound, making the huge imperial city seem even more deep and lonely.

Every time Zhaoyue finished washing up and lay in bed waiting for Zhu Dingyuan to come, she felt like a piece of freshly washed meat, waiting to be eaten by the most honorable "Your Majesty".

This thought made her want to laugh a little, and she cleared her throat: "Taoxi, take the charcoal basin away, it's a bit hot."

Tao Xi said seriously, "My lady, Doctor Su said that you are hot on the outside but cold on the inside. Your skin feels hot, but your inside is still cold. You cannot take this charcoal basin away."

"Okay, okay, I won't take it. Later you will say a lot of things about Doctor Su saying, Doctor Su saying." Zhao Yue stared at her: "Tell me the truth, how much did you tell Doctor Su about me."

Taoxi blushed: "No, I just chatted with you occasionally when I was getting medicine."

She changed the subject: "It's so cold outside, will His Majesty not come?"

Zhao Yue played with a strand of her hair and said, "It is also possible that he will call the emperor to come."

If she were allowed to sleep in the Yangxin Palace, Zhu Dingyuan wouldn't have to move.

But it is unlikely. Zhu Dingyuan has never invited his concubines to stay overnight in his bedroom. In his previous life, it was only Ning Ruxin, and not many times.

Qiuju knocked on the door outside: "Sister Taoxi!"

Taoxi: "It should be His Majesty, my lady. I will leave first."

After she left, Huang Quan shouted as usual, "His Majesty has arrived," and the bedroom door was pushed open.

Zhu Dingyuan was wearing a dark blue-brown uniform with a narrow sleeves and a right lapel, embroidered with dragons and auspicious clouds in gold thread. He had a handsome face and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Yue'er." He called out.

Zhao Yue stretched out her hand and he held it: "It's so windy outside, are you cold, Your Majesty?"

She bowed and sat on the bed with Zhu Dingyuan, reaching out her hand to touch his cheek: "It's a little cold, Yue'er will warm it up for your majesty."

After saying that, she leaned against him.

Zhu Dingyuan kept smiling as he let her touch his face: "I originally wanted to ask you to come to Yangxin Palace, but I was afraid it would be cold on the way, so I came here by myself."

Zhao Yue's slightly raised fox pupils immediately revealed a look of gratitude, and she stared at him lovingly: "Your Majesty is so kind, but your Majesty is not feeling well, so it should be Yue Er who went to look for your Majesty. It's Yue Er's fault."

She lowered her eyes, and her long, curly eyelashes trembled slightly.

Zhu Dingyuan hugged her and stroked her hair: "How could it be? Yue'er is the woman who pleases me the most. If it weren't for Yue'er, I'm afraid no one in the harem would be able to speak the truth to me."

Zhao Yue's fingertips caressed the corners of his lips, and her voice was sweet and low: "Really?"

The room was not cold because of the burning charcoal brazier. She was wearing a light-colored nightgown that was not too thick and was tailored to fit her slender curves. It was embroidered with mandarin duck patterns, making her look even more amorous.

Zhu Dingyuan lowered his eyes and could see her charming face. He couldn't help but slide his hand around her waist and lowered his voice: "Is it made of Liuguangjin?"

"It was given by His Majesty. It feels soft and smooth to the touch, and is perfect to wear next to the skin."

Zhao Yue leaned in his arms, soft as a boneless person, and whispered in his ear: "I also made one for your majesty, with exactly the same pattern."

"Let me see." Zhu Dingyuan's eyes flashed with surprise, but his hands did not let go of her waist.

"Your Majesty!" Zhao Yue looked at him with a coquettish voice and moved her body.

"I'll let go. I'll let go right away, haha." Zhu Dingyuan was amused by her appearance and let go of her hand, but his eyes kept following her.

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On the palace wall, which should have been silent, two figures were entangled in a fight, one black and one brown. The cold white sword light suddenly appeared in the dark night, and the sound of the wind whistled more and more sharply.

Wei Ruoming looked at the man in front of him and swung his sword faster and faster: "Who on earth is this person? How dare he break into the imperial city alone? He is courting death!"

The black figure only revealed a pair of eyes, looking at him coldly with impatience in his eyes, dodging his attack and heading towards the harem.

Wei Ruoming found that his martial arts skills were better than his own and he was as slippery as a loach, so he had to put his sword back into the scabbard and follow him closely.

"Tsk." He Quan found that he was still following him, and suddenly stood still to face him, his body standing tall, and his deliberately lowered voice became more hoarse: "I gave you a chance to live, but you still delivered it to my door."

Wei Ruoming took a breath and drew out his sword again: "Who are you? How can you be so familiar with the harem route?"

His hand quietly touched the signal flint.

The man in front of him moved as fast as lightning. Before he could see clearly, the sword in his hand was kicked away. The cold knife was against his throat. Wei Ruoming lowered his eyes and saw that it was a butterfly blade.

How can it be……

Such martial arts skills are definitely not those of an ordinary assassin.

"Don't meddle in other people's business." The man's hoarse voice rolled over his eardrums, causing pain in his throat. He quickly withdrew his hand and disappeared into the wind.

Wei Ruoming looked at his back, touched his neck, and his palms were stained with bright red blood. His eyes froze.

That direction, Yaohua Garden... or... Suihe Palace?

He Quan walked around and made sure that there was no one behind him before returning to Ningzhu Pavilion. As usual, he squatted on the eaves and looked into Zhaoyue's bedroom.

When she heard Zhu Dingyuan talking to her, the smile in her eyes quickly cooled, but when she thought about what was going to happen next, the smile returned a little.

Just as he was about to leave quietly and go back to his room to change clothes, he found that the incense burner in Zhaoyue's bedroom was not lit. His pupils shrank and he immediately turned over and went back to his room.

What a clever little fox!

He knew that Zhaoyue was suspicious, but he didn't know she would be so bold. If he didn't come back tonight, wouldn't Zhaoyue... His face changed and he tore off his nightgown.

Zhao Yue lay in Zhu Dingyuan's arms: "Your Majesty, do you like it? Yue'er's stitches are not good, and I am sorry to make a fool of myself for you."

"I like it. This is made by Yue'er herself. I naturally love it." Zhu Dingyuan touched the pajamas in his hand, hugged her shoulders, and his eyes were filled with emotion: "Yue'er..."

He deliberately lowered his voice, and his warm breath fell on Zhaoyue's neck: "Wait a minute, Yue'er will change it for me personally, okay?"

Zhao Yue saw the lust in his eyes and turned her head away from the rich scent of ambergris: "Your Majesty, although Yue Er wants it too, the imperial physician..."

He stretched out his hand and pressed Zhaoyue's lips: "I know, but I really..."

Zhu Dingyuan shook his head, his eyes became a little blurry. Zhaoyue wanted to say something, but she felt dizzy and fell into his arms.

The small bamboo tube in the window gap was quietly retracted, He Quan entered the room, pasted on the newly made human skin mask, lit the incense stick, and put the warm stone back.

He walked to the bed, looked at the hand that was hugging Zhaoyue, and gritted his teeth.

He pulled Zhu Dingyuan down with one hand, stepped over his palm, and lay down beside Zhaoyue.

His voice was gentle: "Yue'er, wake up..."

Zhao Yue opened her eyes in confusion and saw Zhu Dingyuan's face clearly: "What's wrong? Why did I suddenly fall asleep..."

"Yue'er is tired. I'll coax you to sleep, okay?" He hugged Zhaoyue tightly and patted her back gently with his palm.

Zhao Yue smelled his suddenly pleasant scent and wanted to think about the questions in her mind, but her thoughts were all gathered together and couldn't be moved.

She curled up in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

He Quan's bony fingers stroked her earlobes, the tip of her nose, her lips, and every part of her.

His amber eyes were like a handful of stars, shining brightly. He bit her lips, peeled off her pajamas with his hands, and whispered in her ear: "Smart little fox..."

"Hmm...it hurts..." Zhaoyue frowned and moaned.

"good……"

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Zhu Dingyuan, who was lying on the ground, seemed to be dreaming of something. His eyebrows were relaxed and his lips were curled in a smile: "Yue'er..."