Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

The sky was overcast, the air was damp and cold, and it looked like a storm was coming.

"Are you okay? There's no point in asking my wife to stand on the street and wait for people to see her! What if you miss the time to enter the palace? Can you afford it?"

Chun'er rubbed her hands and stamped her feet anxiously.

"Hurry, hurry!"

The coachman squatted beside the wheel, keeping his hands down. Who could afford the risk of losing his head?

The cold wind from the street was blowing straight into people's necks. Liang Huan tightened her tight cloak and looked around. There were not many people, only a few vendors here and there.

She pulled Chun'er over and stood with her back to him, "It's useless for you to scold him. Just wait patiently."

On New Year's Eve, before she had time to eat, someone came to summon her and announce her entry into the palace.

Chun'er is anxious, she is even more anxious!

Last time, a palace man played just one wrong note, and was decapitated by the emperor's sword. The bloody head fell off and rolled to his feet, with blood splattering on his face. Her knees weakened and she fell to the ground, but the emperor pressed her down next to the body with a grin...

Thinking of this, Liang Huan couldn't help but shuddered. She was really scared!

The sourness in my heart is even heavier!

When she went out, she clearly saw Lang Jun personally carrying the ginseng soup and entering Qingyue's house. Qingyue had just given birth and her body was weak and needed to be replenished. It's not like her, who took too many anti-child pills and her health was bad, and she will never have children in this life.

Of course, even if it wasn't broken, she wouldn't be allowed to give birth. The emperor would summon him from time to time, how could he dare to make him wait for ten months?

Liang Huan felt uncomfortable in her heart.

I still remember that when he ordered her to enter the palace for the first time, Lang Jun firmly held her hand and said that even if he risked his life and wealth, he would never let her be humiliated!

But the emperor's order, does it mean to disobey it?

She has long been hopeless in this life, but how can she bear to harm her husband and aunt?

When she was kicked out of the house, it was Lang Jun who took her in and took care of her. He didn't even mind that she was defiled and married her.

Nowadays, Jun Gu is getting older and in poor health. Seeing that her husband's career has improved, she still hopes that he will shine on the family lintel and enjoy a few days of happiness. How could she avenge them and bring them beheadings?

At first, Jun Gu didn't understand and only thought that entering the palace was an honor. But later, after hearing a lot of rumors, she cried and forced her husband to divorce his wife. She was as filial as he was, but she did not hesitate to threaten her with death.

In the end, Lang Jun had no choice but to take a step back and agreed to marry Qingyue.

"lady?"

When Liang Huan came to her senses, she saw the coachman and Chun'er looking at her doubtfully.

Chun'er repeated again, "The cart has been repaired."

Liang Huan hurriedly lowered his head, his voice a little hoarse, "It's so cold, let's go!"

As soon as she took a step, there was a crash behind her, and a bucket of water was poured towards where she was standing, almost covering her body.

"You don't have a good eye!"

Chun'er rushed towards the woman carrying the bucket fiercely.

The woman was stunned, bent down and laughed, "I didn't see it, I'm so sorry!"

"You didn't see such a big living person, who are you trying to fool?"

"We're going to be late, let's go!"

Seeing passers-by watching, Liang Huan just wanted to leave.

Chun'er was furious, "She obviously did it on purpose!"

The car with long eaves was back on the road, hidden in the thin mist.

On the street, a neighbor stretched his neck and said, "His aunt, did you do this on purpose?"

Being discovered, the woman was a little embarrassed and glanced sideways at Hongxinglou, "I saw her standing at the door and thought she was someone from there. It's unlucky to celebrate the Chinese New Year!"

The neighbor clicked his tongue, "Look clearly! She is the most beautiful woman in Jinye City, who is she from there!"

"What?" The woman was startled and her expression suddenly changed, "She is the one--oh, slut!"

The door was slammed hard, and the sound echoed throughout half the street.

I hurriedly hurriedly along the way, but when I arrived at the entrance of Chunhua Hall, I was still late. Liang Huan was so flustered that she forced herself to cross the threshold.

In the dazzling palace, there was the usual singing and dancing. The emperor, disheveled, leaned on the beauty's chest and laughed obscenely.

Liang Huan only glanced at it, then lowered his eyes and quietly walked behind the people.

"Cui."

Suddenly there was a moderate sound, and the hall fell silent, and Liang Huan's heart sank.

The emperor stood up and looked over with squinted eyes, "How come you've been here so many times and still don't understand the rules?"

Liang Huan's face turned pale, and he pretended to kneel down to apologize.

"come over!"

The New Year's Eve banquet was packed with people, how could he be killed in front of everyone——

She couldn't stop shaking.

Suddenly, the emperor's eyes lit up and he said enthusiastically, "Aren't you the most beautiful girl in Ye City, Jin? Why don't you take off your clothes and let everyone comment together, do you live up to your reputation?"

Liang Huan seemed to have stepped on the air and fell into a bottomless ice cave. He was trapped in the cold and fell straight down.

Without waiting for a reaction, someone immediately rushed up and took off her clothes.

Liang Huan pushed the person in front of him desperately, gritting his teeth and not making a sound.

In this palace, it is useless to beg and cry out for help. Not only will no one come forward to stop it, but it will also make that person even more excited!

But how can one person be stronger than four or five people?

Even though he was so forbearing, he still heard the emperor over there clapping his hands and shouting excitedly, "Quick, quick, quick! Whoever takes off her clothes first will get on first!"

Liang Huan was knocked to the ground.

The brocade tore, making a harsh sound...

“Bah, it’s the Chinese New Year, so unlucky!”

As night fell, the two chamberlains dragged a roll of straw mat and walked forward with a low curse. A dazzling red mark stretched infinitely behind them.

The young chamberlain glanced at the arm that slipped out from under the mat, and asked curiously, "Isn't she the wife of the Vice Minister of Zhongshu? Just throw it away like this?"

"Hmph, didn't I give this to my lord a long time ago? Otherwise, how do you think Cui Hao could become an official, be promoted, and marry a young lady from the Hou Mansion?"

"No wonder! How can he, a mere commoner, be promoted step by step in this imperial city!"

"That's not true. He still shamelessly told the Lord how fun it is for his wife to play!"

"Tsk, this Liang family is also a famous family, so you don't care?"

"You don't know? She lost her virginity in her boudoir and was kicked out of the house long ago. It is precisely because of this that Cui Hao took advantage of him. Otherwise, how could a young lady from a noble family get to meet him? He couldn't rely on sacrifice. My wife is on a meteoric rise!"

"Oh, my life is better..."

"It's far enough, just throw it here!"

"Okay, let's go back quickly. It's going to snow. It's very cold!"

As soon as his hands were loosened, the torn mat spread out, revealing the naked woman inside. She had dark purple bruises and bloody marks. There was no skin on her body, and her lower body was like a blood hole, which kept flowing.

Cui Hao.

Liang Huan couldn't open his eyes.

If there is an afterlife, I want you to die badly!

The sky was dark, with snowflakes falling.

The visitor stood still for a while, took off his white clothes, wrapped the body, and dug up inch by inch with his bare hands. The burning liquid fell into the palm, which was the only temperature in this ice and snow cellar...

The sound of the flute is mournful, and Ru weeps and swallows sorrow.

In the vast falling snow, there is a person, a flute, and a solitary grave.

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The heroine of this article is mainly about her career. The content is purely fictitious. Please do not use any research.

I don’t like light teasing. The author has poor ability to withstand pressure.

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