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

Zhu Dingyuan came out of Fengyi Palace with a frown on his face and a feeling of irritability. Suddenly, a little palace maid bumped into his arms.

He looked at the dirt on his clothes: "You?"

Rui Xin was holding a small pot of flowers when she bumped into His Majesty. She was so panicked that she knelt down immediately: "This servant did not mean to do that. Your Majesty, please forgive me. Your Majesty, please forgive me."

Huang Quan understood clearly: "You blind servant, you are really blind. Come, drag him away and give him ten beatings!"

"No, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I was wrong... Wuuwuwu..."

Zhu Dingyuan stepped past her and sat on the imperial carriage. He felt even more upset. He wanted to vent his anger.

Huang Quan squinted at his face and said, "Your Majesty, go change your clothes first, and then I will go and invite Concubine Zhao to come, okay?"

Thinking of Zhaoyue, he felt a little relieved, but his irritability was still getting worse and worse, and a fire was boiling in his lower abdomen.

No, in order not to scare her.

Zhu Dingyuan suddenly smiled strangely: "Where is the Queen placed, Lingpin's sister?"

Huang Quan lowered his head and said, "Because she is Lingpin's sister, she was placed in the Pixiang Palace not far from the Suihe Palace."

"Just go there."

"Yes." Huang Quan was a little uneasy: "Go to the Pixiang Palace!"

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Inside the Pixiang Hall, a beautiful woman was extremely panicked. She changed her clothes and carefully examined her makeup: "Fuling, should I wear this hairpin or that hairpin?"

Fuling: "My lady, you are already very beautiful. His Majesty will be here soon. Don't be nervous."

"How can I not be nervous?" Her heart was pounding. Thinking of the love she had felt when she first saw him from afar during the autumn hunt, her eyes were red. "Hurry, get out."

"Your Majesty is here!"

Zhu Dingyuan walked in, looked around, and then walked towards the figure with his back to him: "The Pixiang Palace is close to your sister. You just entered the palace, so you must be nervous. It will be convenient for you to talk to your sister in the future."

Hearing his voice, her delicate body trembled, and she turned around shyly, her eyes shining as she stared at him infatuatedly: "Your Majesty..."

"What's wrong?" Zhu Dingyuan smiled.

He was the same as many years ago, with extraordinary bearing, unparalleled gentleness, and extreme elegance. Meng Shuran's eyes became more and more like water: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

"You...your name is..." He didn't know what title the queen gave him.

"I am Meng Shuran, the Queen Mother cared for me and gave me the position I promised her."

"You and your sister don't have the same surname?"

Zhu Dingyuan stretched out his hand and looked at her face: "She has small eyebrows and clear eyes. She is prettier than your sister."

Meng Da Ying lowered her eyes shyly and said, "I will take my mother's surname."

The man held her hand, and she felt sweet in her heart. She felt more and more that she had come to the right place. His Majesty was just as the rumors said, very gentle and caring towards his concubines.

Zhu Dingyuan pulled her into his arms, his eyes darkened, and he asked in a low voice, "The queen said you have seen me before."

"Yes..." Meng Da Ying's cheeks became redder and she leaned against him, not daring to be too presumptuous: "I met Your Majesty at the autumn hunt. At that time, Your Majesty rode a white horse, wearing a bright yellow riding suit embroidered with gold. He was so handsome in the sunlight that I... I fell in love with him at first sight."

After she finished speaking, her voice was almost inaudible, but the man lifted her chin.

Zhu Dingyuan's dark eyes were rolling with emotions that she couldn't see clearly, and she held her breath for a moment.

I heard the man's thin lips speak in a seductive tone: "Really... you fell in love with me at first sight?"

His fingers brushed her earlobe, and suddenly he pulled out her hairpin, letting her long hair fall down. He picked up a strand of hair and twisted it, moving closer to her: "Tell me how you miss me."

Meng Da Ying swallowed her saliva and looked into his deep eyes: "Your Majesty, I drew a picture of you and hung it in my boudoir. I look at it every day."

"I study all the poems and songs written by Your Majesty. When I write to you, I also ask you what you did today, but you don't tell me."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, surging with the love of a girl's first love.

Zhu Dingyuan watched, feeling more and more excited, the corners of his eyes gradually turned red, he excitedly pouted his cheek: "I watch it for a while every day, what about at night, huh?"

His warm breath spread on Meng Da Ying's neck. She lowered her head like a frightened little rabbit: "At night, at night what."

Zhu Dingyuan hugged her and pressed her tightly: "What books have you read?"

"I love reading poems, and I have also read Nuze and Tao Te Ching..." Meng Da Ying felt a little hot. She noticed something strange about the man and felt an inexplicable expectation.

"So much." Zhu Dingyuan kissed the skin behind her ear: "Did the nanny teach you before entering the palace?"

"Yes, yes..." She bit her lip, feeling a little uncomfortable: "Your Majesty... It's still daytime..."

Zhu Dingyuan bit her earlobe forcefully, then let go and asked, "How did Mammy teach you?"

"Your Majesty?!" Meng Da Ying's cheeks turned pale for a moment, and she didn't understand why His Majesty would ask such a question.

She was a lady who was brought up in accordance with the family rules, how could she really say those words? But thinking of the boudoir tastes taught by the nanny, she gritted her teeth and said, "Your Highness, I have forgotten something."

Zhu Dingyuan felt her slightly trembling body, his eyes became darker and darker, and the smile on his face was trembling. He liked this feeling. It was so interesting to break the pure and intact porcelain.

He stood up, looked down at the woman sitting on the bed, and gently stroked her cheek with his fingers: "Think about it carefully, don't let me down, okay?"

Meng Da Ying reached out to unbutton his belt, his fingers were shaking and there seemed to be moisture in his eyes.

When his clothes fell to the ground, Zhu Dingyuan lowered his eyes and watched her undress herself.

But he stopped her movements and pinched her face with one hand, forcing her to look up with confusion in her eyes.

Zhu Dingyuan looked at her light pink lips, his chest heaving, Zhaoyue's appearance appeared in his mind, his pupils narrowed slightly, and the smile at the corners of his mouth deepened.

He placed his palm on top of Meng's head and said, "Make me happy. You fell in love with me at first sight. You must be willing to do anything for me, right?"

Zhu Dingyuan took a step forward, and his surging desire was closer to her.

Meng Da Ying's face was completely pale. She didn't understand and didn't know why. She could only put her hand on him. But the man spoke again: "Is this all you can do for me?"

Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes. She lowered her hands and grabbed the soft quilt. Her clenched teeth gradually lost strength and her lips, which were still covered with lipstick, opened.

The rich scent of ambergris filled her nose, perhaps there was another smell, she closed her eyes, not daring to look.

She clutched the quilt tightly and straightened her back.

She didn't want to make His Majesty unhappy, but the gentle emperor in her memory and in the painting seemed to be shattered.

She was almost suffocating and bursts of white light appeared before her eyes.

Her mouth felt numb and her throat was burning, making her feel sick.

"Don't move..." A warning came from above my head, with a hint of pleasure.

Zhu Dingyuan was breathing heavily, with no pity at all for the living person under him. He grinned with a dark look in his eyes, as if he was trapped in some kind of nightmare. He kept muttering to himself and occasionally let out a hideous laugh.