Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Liang Huan picked up the tea cup in front of him and said nothing.

Obviously, this is by no means the first time Yao Jinse has visited.

Before, I always thought that Qiu Xi was helping Chun'er, but I didn't expect that there would be A Niang and her party. With so many people and so many mouths, it was really difficult for her to save her monthly money.

In fact, it was not surprising that Yao Jinse came to the door, but Qiu Xi really shouldn't have kept it secret from her for so long. If she hadn't deliberately broken it, she would have kept it secret.

She lifted the lid and took a shallow sip. Along with the fragrance, a faint bitterness spread in her mouth, but it lingered in her heart several times.

Qiu Xi lay on the ground and said, "This servant is helping the young lady for the sake of the eldest lady. The young lady said that the eldest lady is sick, and the servant is worried that they will be poor and have no money to treat them -"

Liang Huan raised her eyes and glanced at Qiu Xi. Although she knew her intention, what made her feel uncomfortable was that she shouldn't deliberately hide it from her, let alone make decisions for her without telling her...

Seeing that there was no anger on Liang Huan's face, Qiu Xi continued: "I know that Ji Liang has a grudge, so I can just let others do it. But after all, the eldest lady is Liang Ji's biological mother, and I have no reason to refuse to save her even if I die——"

Liang Huan nodded with a smile, put the lid on the cup, and intercepted her words, "You're right, you can't ignore death."

Qiu Xi turned pale and fell to the ground again: "This slave is willing to accept the punishment."

"Ji Liang, it's not Qiu Xi's fault for this. It's really us. We have no way out -" Yao Jinse grabbed the corners of her clothes and lowered her eyes. She felt humiliated and her face was extremely ugly.

Asking for help and asking for help at the door of your enemy, what else is it if you are not desperate?

Although Liang Zhang was killed by Gao Qian as a scapegoat, if it were not for her frame-up, Gao Qian would not have such an opportunity to blame Lou Xueru's death on him.

Liang Zhang was killed by her.

Liang Huan put down the tea cup and looked at her calmly: "Sister-in-law, don't you blame me?"

Yao Jinse turned away, her eyes red with tears, biting her lip, but she couldn't say two simple words.

Liang Huan understood and nodded lightly.

Yao Jinse remained silent, so Qiu Xi had no choice but to raise her head and said, "Young lady is pregnant."

Liang Huan looked at Yao Jinse in surprise.

Yao Jinse lowered his head: "My father sent someone to take me back, but the condition was that I have to have the pregnancy. I have married into the Liang family, how can I see my husband's family bloodline is cut off? I refused, and my father ignored me. I’m fine, but——”

Before she finished speaking, she covered her face and choked.

Liang Huan frowned, as if thinking.

Qiu Xi: "I have been in the house since I was a child and have been favored by the Liang family for many years. Now that the Liang family has ended up like this, I can't bear to think of the deceased master. I learned that the young lady is pregnant with the blood of the Liang family, and the eldest lady is ill again—— I know that Liang Ji may not be feeling well in her heart."

Aweng and Afu...

Liang Huan nodded, they might not blame her.

She was silent for a while, then stood up and said, "You don't have to be secretive when giving money in the future."

Qiu Xi raised her head suddenly, and Yao Jinse looked over with tears in her eyes and wide eyes.

Liang Huan stared blankly at Yao Jinse's lower abdomen, which was not showing her pregnancy. Perhaps her gaze was too direct, and Yao Jinse unconsciously covered it with her hands, feeling very helpless.

"...Liang Ji?"

Liang Huan gently raised the corners of her lips: "The eldest sister-in-law is a hero of the Liang family, and this bloodline should be preserved."

Qiu Xi's expression became much more relaxed, and she knelt on the ground and bowed again: "I will go and receive my punishment on my own."

On the Bai Shang Su Festival, the moon is the day of giving clothes.

At night, after Liang Huan washed up, she sat on the couch with her bare feet and cross-legged, facing the chessboard and playing a game with herself.

Lu Xiu was crouching in front of the desk, writing and drawing.

Two people, much silence and little conversation.

Liang Huan held her chin with one hand, looking at the chess pieces on the chessboard in trance...

Lu Xiu breathed a sigh of relief before putting down his pen. When he raised his eyes, he saw Liang Huan staring at the chessboard in a daze.

He turned off the lamp on the desk, walked forward, glanced at the chessboard, and frowned slightly: "You are afraid that others will not know your intentions."

Liang Huan raised his eyelids and faced the secretly raised corners of his mouth. If you want to laugh, just laugh. Isn't it tiring to endure it?

Lu Xiu ignored her hateful gaze, grabbed her hand, and moved the piece that he just dropped to the corner, "Not to mention being too eager for success, just worrying about the outcome will only end up losing the big picture. "

Liang Huan instinctively wanted to refute him, strike first and make a quick decision, but when she turned her head and saw his serious eyes, it was indeed difficult for people to notice their own problems, so she lowered her eyes and nodded.

Lu Xiu glanced at her and couldn't help but raise his lips. He was willing to listen to others' advice, but he didn't know if he could do it.

Knowing that he was done, Liang Huan consciously packed up the chess pieces.

"The day after tomorrow is the Qianqiu Festival, do you want to go?" Lu Xiu took off his outer shirt, leaving only his middle shirt.

Liang Huan hugged the chessboard, her eyes shining brightly. When she saw Lu Xiu's half-smiling expression, she realized that she was being played by him again.

Can a concubine enter the palace at will? The key is that he also knew that he wanted to kill the king.

Liang Han lowered his eyes and put the chessboard aside.

Strangely enough, Lu Xiu never seemed to have asked her why she wanted to kill the king and why she had so much hatred for Gao Qian...

"The day after tomorrow, I will take you into the palace."

Liang Han frowned and looked over. The person sitting on the couch had picturesque features.

Would he be so kind?

On the Qianqiu Festival, Lu Xiu left very early.

During the day, officials prayed and foreign envoys came to congratulate. People with high potential love extravagance and pomp, so this Qianqiu Festival will definitely be held with great fanfare.

The long skirt in albizia red touches the floor, the large sleeves with hibiscus patterns are fluttering, and the layers of ribbons are elegant.

Liang Huan looked in the mirror and felt that something was missing. She tugged at the skirt of her clothes again, only slightly revealing her thin neck and snowy breasts. It was the beauty of a charming girl who wanted to stop talking.

"Wouldn't it offend the nobles in the palace to dress up like this?" Qiu Xi was a little worried.

Liang Huan didn't take it seriously: "On your good days, Lord, is it possible that you have to wear plain clothes?"

She knew very well about the people in this palace that if they really dressed simply, it would not be low-key, it would be eye-catching.

Liang Huan packed up and went to the front yard. The cart at the door had been waiting for a long time.

After careful calculation, she had not entered the palace for a long time. She remembered that the last time she went there, she helped the queen diagnose her pulse, but now the queen had a grudge against her.

At first, Liang Huan was a little worried about whether Lu Xiu would be too arrogant in asking her to enter the palace in such a loud manner. She did not feel relieved until she saw many female relatives getting out of the noble car in front of the Nanzhi carriage door.

When you walk to Duanmen, there will be a waiter waiting to guide you.

Liang Huan walked forward calmly, and the waiter led her to Chunhua Hall.

Chunhua Hall, whenever there is a large banquet, Gao Qian will be held there.

The important officials of the royal family were sitting in the hall, and a group of officials and envoys were sitting in the two corridors. The surroundings were decorated with various colors, and singing and dancing were performed everywhere.

Liang Han pursed her lips and gave a faint smile. The red lotus palace lanterns hanging everywhere could not illuminate the darkness in her eyes.

In her previous life, she almost died in Chunhua Palace.