The beginning is the new age of grace

The room was quiet, and Yuehua could vaguely hear intermittent sobbing. Jiang Zhan approached with the little rabbit in his arms, fearing to disturb him, and sat down against Yuehua's back without making a sound.

Sensing someone coming from behind, Yuehua curled up into a ball, buried her head in the pillow, crossed her arms and hugged her chest, and hid inside.

"Yuehua..." Jiang Zhan pressed his shoulder, "Is the little rabbit gone?"

After finishing speaking, she put the rabbit in her hand into Yuehua's arms, Yuehua whimpered, but hugged the rabbit tightly in her arms.

Glancing from the corner of the eye, the palm prints were clearly visible on Yuehua's small face, Jiang Zhan's heart trembled, and he squeezed Yuehua's jaw, forcing him to look back at him.

The tearful person didn't know how long he had been crying, his eyes were red, his thin cheeks were swollen, Yuehua bit his pale lips, and avoided Jiang Zhan's palm.

"Yuehua..." Jiang Zhan couldn't help but chased after him, his arms shackled Yuehua's body, and he heard his pain inadvertently.

Jiang Zhan didn't dare to act rashly anymore, stuck on the couch, and said softly, "Let me see..."

Without resisting or agreeing, Yuehua lowered her head and wept silently, her arms tightened, holding the rabbit and refusing to let go.

Not knowing where Yuehua was hurt, Jiang Zhan didn't dare to force her, and gradually approached, comforting, "Don't move... Yuehua..."

Unbuttoning his outer shirt, Jiang Zhan carefully took off Yuehua's clothes. There were bruises on his arms from being pinched, and there were dense pinch marks, which showed that the abuser had hit hard.

In the past, when Jiang Zhan touched her for a while, she would cry out for pain. She was delicate and fleshy, but Yuehua never said a word about the pinch marks all over her body.

Putting on Yuehua's clothes, Jiang Zhan's nose felt a little sore. Doting is not Yuehua's protection, but it will attract jealousy from many parties.

He could have expected this result a long time ago, as long as he was a little indifferent to Yuehua, Yuehua would not become a thorn in the concubine's eyes at all.

But he couldn't control his legs, he ran towards Nanyuan every day, let alone his restless heart, he had already fallen to Yuehua.

After lying to Yuehua for so long, I am afraid that after this time, no matter how stupid he is, he will understand.

Yuehua also wanted to ask, what did the queen say to monopolize the holy favor and not let him call Cixiu's name directly.

He couldn't understand, why, he had never met the emperor, where did Sheng Chong Long En come from, why didn't he even let him call Cixiu, he was not stupid, he could vaguely guess.

I can guess why Cixiu can freely enter and leave Nanyuan, why he can take him to the racecourse and hunt.

The answer was almost ready to come out, but he didn't dare to ask, he was afraid of Cixiu's answer.

The emperor is high above, the emperor of the world, but his speech is different, it belongs to him, and he is someone who can make him playful and coquettish.

If Cixiu is the emperor, then from the moment he admits it, Yuehua does not belong to him alone. He has beauties in the harem, the people of the world, and thousands of miles of land.

Both pretended to be confused, Jiang Zhan hugged Yuehua and lay on his side on the couch, and said softly, "Have you asked the imperial doctor to see it?"

Without Yuehua's answer, Jiang Zhan's chin rubbed against his neck, but Yuehua dodged it when he got it.

Jiang Zhan was heartbroken, knowing that Yuehua wanted to escape, but he didn't want to let go, and said in a deep voice, "Yuehua...don't blame me..."

If it was Cixiu, Yuehua would definitely play tricks, but what if this is the emperor?Does he still dare?

A person who holds the power of life and death, who can turn his hand into clouds and his hands into rain, and who can ask for his name with a single sentence.

The ruthless emperor, yesterday he held it in the palm of his hand as a treasure, but in the blink of an eye he is in love with others, who still remembers a nameless male favorite in the harem.

For the first time, Yuehua responded to Jiang Zhan with silence.

The nimble little monkey shouldn't belong here in the first place, and the sky allowed him to fly, instead of this cage.

Jiang Zhan wanted to keep his most precious things, so he pondered for a while and said, "Yuehua, do you want to leave the palace?"

The person in his arms was startled, his body tightened imperceptibly, he thought, of course he wanted to.

He wants to break free from the rules in the palace and the birdcage that binds him, and yearns for a life outside the palace, without restraint or rhetoric.

Yuehua endured the pain in her body, and turned around quickly. The two looked at each other, and there seemed to be other things besides tears in the eyes.

Before Jiang Zhan could see clearly, Yuehua suddenly rushed forward, her lips were moist and hot, and Yuehua took the initiative to kiss him.

The rabbit in his arms writhed restlessly, broke away from Yuehua's embrace, and jumped to the end of the bed.

Kissing like venting, biting Jiang Zhan's lips, and getting Jiang Zhan's gentle response. The ignorant little monkey also understood the relationship between the two of them time and time again.

He was reluctant to give up Cixiu, if he had to use Cixiu in exchange, he could reluctantly give up his so-called freedom.

Jiang Zhan didn't let him go until he tasted the bitterness of tears in his mouth.

Caressing Yuehua's hair on the temples, looking at him seriously, as if wanting to engrave his appearance in his heart.

With bright eyes, Jiang Zhan slowly understood, what is dazzling is Yuehua's heart, for a person who obviously doesn't understand anything, only love is thick.

"Yuehua..." Jiang Zhan paused, "Is it okay to leave the palace for a while?"

Just because the emperor was injured, not to mention beating Yuehua, even taking Yuehua's life, it was reasonable.

It is easy for the empress and concubine to execute an unidentified little male favorite in this palace, let alone a famous teacher.

The emperor's favor is hard to convince the public.

Yuehua shook his head nervously, he didn't dare to call Cixiu's name rashly.

I promised myself before that I would come to accompany him, come every day, and sent him out of the palace, so I didn't count.

I'm used to seeing Yuehua's rascally appearance, but now with this expression of begging himself with tears but not daring to speak, Jiang Zhan seemed to have a big stone on his chest.

"You wait for me... After a while, I will come to pick you up after I have settled everything."

Knowing that Yuehua is unwilling, why is he reluctant.

The so-called past days are far away, and Yuehua knows that Cixiu has already decided, "How long is that? Will you come?" Or he will not want him.

Jiang Zhan wiped away the tears from Yuehua's face, he felt heartache for the first time, "When you finish practicing calligraphy, the little eunuch will send you to the palace for your daily homework."

"Which... cheers, I can now..." Yuehua tried to struggle.

"Yuehua..." Jiang Zhan pressed the man who was about to move, "It won't be long, trust me this time."

Yuehua was secretly sent out of the palace and placed in a courtyard not far from the Forbidden City.

After listening to Cixiu's words, he practiced calligraphy every day, and always raised his head and asked the little palace maid expectantly, "Sister, have I finished writing today?"

The little maid looked distressed, and comforted, "Master, of course he wrote better than yesterday."

"Then he will come to pick me up tomorrow." The little face is much haggard, and even the smile is much calmer than before.

Knowing the agreement between Yuehua and the emperor, the little maid could only say, "The painter will definitely not lie to you."

Yuehua lowered her head sadly, stroked the little rabbit's hair, and murmured, "Well...he won't lie to me..." She looked at the door with lingering eyes, as if she could hope for someone to come.

In the past, if you didn't move your heart, you would have no worries. Now that you have tasted the seven emotions and six desires in the world, Yuehua knows the pain of lovesickness.