As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

Today is already early spring. The sunset glows on the glazed tiles of the green courtyard. The ancient trees have added some lush green in these few days. The breeze blowing gently is moist and carries the astringent taste of soil.

Emperor Jingmu stopped writing for a month, and Ning Rushong also had a one-month court holiday. It was a rare opportunity for him not to leave Biyuan early to handle official business. He opened his cold eyes, felt the warmth in his arms, lowered his head and saw He Yue sleeping soundly on his arms, her beautiful little face flushed. He watched her quietly for a while before slowly getting up.

The curtain embroidered with gold thread was lifted up and then lowered. Ning Rushong got off the bed. The collar of his inner garment was a little untied, revealing vaguely ambiguous red marks. However, he did not care at all and left the bedroom and went to the warm room.

Making love in the quilt is a common and happy thing for couples. Why wouldn't they be afraid to let outsiders know about it, let alone a group of lowly palace servants who don't dare to discuss it.

The palace servants helped him wash up, and little Guanzi humbly knelt on the ground to button his clothes. Ning Rusong's elegant and clear eyebrows showed a rare leisure. He spoke slowly, "I will go to the martial arts training ground to practice martial arts first and come back later. If the Crown Princess wakes up first and wants to eat, let her eat first, and she doesn't have to wait for me."

The proud prince, who was able to wear out an inkstone and cut wood with a rope, had learned to be considerate before he even noticed it.

"Yes, Your Highness." The palace servants knelt down and saw the prince off respectfully.

Adding up all the time periods, it is only half a year. If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince did not often have to meet foreign guests in Changxin Palace, I am afraid that Biyuan could have replaced Changxin Palace.

Another hour passed before He Yue slowly woke up. She half sat up weakly and leaned against the bed, her dark hair falling on her shoulders. She softly called for the palace maid to come in and serve her.

Although the voice was soft, it was calm and peaceful.

Outside the palace, Moer was holding a basin of warm water. She was a second-class palace maid, and for various considerations, Nanny Lu did not assign her any heavy work. She only served tea and poured water.

"The Crown Princess is a kind and benevolent master. Don't have any other thoughts and do your duty as a servant, otherwise I will not let you go."

Madam Lu warned Moer with a gloomy face, and Moer nodded timidly. Her delicate face looked even more charming under the morning light. She was indeed a rare beauty.

"Madam Lu, I will definitely abide by my duties as a slave." Moer acted humble and submissive.

She felt the pain in her chest and arms, and sneered in her heart. Why did everyone think that He was a kind and gentle person? When He grabbed the knife and stabbed it into her chest, he did not hold back at all.

Mo'er is the masked assassin from back then, and her gender is naturally not a woman. "She" is actually "he". Now the situation in Lan Country is not right, and people are chasing him everywhere. He has to find a safe and secluded hiding place for himself. The Donggong Biyuan of Dayun Dynasty is very good, and it also has a "charitable" master.

Holding the basin of water, he followed the palace maid in front of him into the bedroom, walking around the intricate screen. He raised his eyes quietly and saw that the curtains on the silk carved bed were still tightly closed. He could only glimpse a slender figure sitting on the head of the bed.

Madam Lu arranged the palace maids in an orderly manner. Xiao Taozi lifted the curtain and hung it on the golden hook of the bedpost. She bowed and greeted, "Greetings to the Crown Princess."

He Yue nodded slightly, and then several palace servants surrounded her and sat on a wide chair, helping her to wash. Moer knelt on the ground with a basin of water in her hand. She had always heard about the extravagant lifestyle of the nobles of the Dayun Dynasty, but she had always thought it was exaggerated and shocking. Now that she had seen it with her own eyes, she knew the truth.

While he was thinking, he heard the Crown Princess He calling him, "Mo'er."

The extremely feminine name Moer is naturally a pseudonym, but now he is "Moer", and he cannot reveal any clues. The prince of Dayun Dynasty is a frightening figure, and the princess He is not a kind person who is consistent in appearance and heart.

"I'm here." Moer looked up, but her eyes drooped naturally. This was the rule taught by Nanny Lu. She found that any rule of the Dayun Dynasty could suppress the palace servants.

At the banquet last night, He Yue thought Moer was very beautiful, and she was even more outstanding now. Seeing such a face so early in the morning made her feel more relaxed, and her delicate features softened a little.

"Mo'er, come closer." He Yue casually wiped Yujie's fingers with a handkerchief.

All the palace servants in the hall stopped what they were doing at once.

When Moer heard her command and was about to stand up, Nanny Lu behind her silently pressed down on her back.

So he gritted his teeth secretly. In less than a day, he completely hated the word "rules". He could only put the basin aside and slowly kneel to He Yue, "Crown Princess."

Xiao Taozi took the handkerchief that He Yue had used.

He Yue looked down at Mo'er lying on the ground and lifted his face with her fingers. Her strength was gentle, but it was full of meaning that she could not argue with him. She sighed sincerely, "It's a pity that Mo'er has to be a palace maid."

"As long as you want, I will find a good place for you."

Her hands had just been soaked in water and were now a little cold, and her soft fingertips pressed tightly against his cheek.

Perhaps it was because the power was magnified in this green courtyard that Moer actually felt a sense of oppression and tension.