Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Liang Wei discovered one thing. No matter in the past life or in this life, Gao Qian seemed to have an obsession with her, an obsession with domestication. He used all means and methods to tame her into what he wanted.

After thinking about this clearly, Liang Han relaxed.

Her face couldn't move in his palm, so she blinked her eyes gently, her eyelashes hanging slightly, very obediently.

"Okay, as long as your majesty likes it, I will naturally not refuse. I just don't know where your majesty wants to be. Is it in Taiji Hall, Hanguang Hall, or Zhao Hongde's Liangfeng Hall?"

All the people in the palace were deaf and blind. Only Zhao Hongde exclaimed strangely: "You still want to go to my Liangfeng Palace? Are you crazy?"

Seeing Liang Huan's serious face, Gao Qian seemed to be thinking about it as well. Zhao Hongde broke away from the palace attendant who was supporting her, rushed forward with his eyebrows furrowed, and eagerly stopped him: "Your Majesty! How could you let her -"

Gao Qian didn't look at her, interrupted her, and just stared at the person in front of him: "Let Gu think about this problem. The first thing to do now is to draw the place where he is buried."

From the corner of his eye, Liang Huan could see that his eyes had never left her. He was silent for a moment, and then forced himself to agree: "Yes."

Gao Qian smiled and let go of his hand, took a step back, and naturally put his arms around Zhao Hongde's waist. Zhao Hongde also hugged him very cooperatively, like a pair of beautiful jade, which matched well.

Hanguang Hall.

Liang Huan was lying alone on the desk, writing and drawing with his head down. Gao Qian went to the side hall of Tai Chi Hall to change clothes, and Zhao Hongde followed him to serve.

As long as they were not in her bedroom, no matter where they liked to go or what they liked to do, they would not disgust her.

Still serving together?

Have his spring and autumn dream!

Liang Huan just wanted to sneer, was Gao Qian really treating her like a concubine?

She really had no interest in playing that nasty game of favor with them.

The ink is still wet, the handwriting is blurry, and the map is drawn in a sloppy way. It is not done in one go. On the contrary, after several pauses, there are pauses in the places that should be connected. It can be seen that the person who wrote and painted had a lot of inner struggle. Contradictory and entangled.

Before Gao Qian came back, Liang Huan blew on the paper and caught a glimpse of the tea cup beside him. After thinking about it, he put down the pen, dipped his hand in some water, and put two drops on it. When it was done, it looked like tears. Since you want to do it, you have to do it realistically.

She guessed right, Gao Qian was someone who wouldn't even let go of a corpse. Fortunately, she had been prepared.

In the side hall of Tai Chi Hall.

Zhao Hongde was waiting for Gao Qian to change his clothes. The palace maid stood aside with her head bowed, holding clean clothes in her hands.

Thin, boneless hands carefully removed the dragon robe, and a soft voice sounded in the quiet palace.

"Your Majesty, this Liang Zhaoyi has a complicated history. You pity her and let her enter the palace, but she doesn't know how to restrain herself at all. She just came here and she behaves wantonly in the harem. You don't know how arrogant and unreasonable she is in private. I'm not as obedient as I am in front of you. That ferocious look scares me to death. If you don't believe me, you can ask other people -"

The slender wrist was pinched, and she was pulled down from the chest and abdomen until she stopped somewhere. The hot temperature instantly turned Hongde's face red and made her squeal.

The palace servant's already drooped head lowered, he put down the curtain very obediently and retreated to the outside room.

Xu Xu's narration was interrupted, replaced by a sweet moan, which made people blush and their hearts beat.

Gao Qian straightened up and looked at the person kneeling in front of her with his dark eyes. She had big breasts, a slim waist, and a curvy butt. Her long black hair made her body smooth and white.

Zhao Hongde should be his favorite woman.

She is beautiful, has a good figure, and is willing to let go of her figure. She can always find ways to please him. Although she always likes to be a little temperamental, compared with her working so hard on the bed, it doesn't seem to be intolerable.

He pinched her neck and lifted her in front of him, his eyes were cold and his voice was hoarse.

"Hong De has such a good voice. He shouldn't let his words go to waste. It should be used where it should be used, eh?"

He liked her, but he talked too much. If he hadn't kept his tongue still useful, he would have cut it off.

The person in front of him raised his head, his cheeks flushed, and he whimpered in response.

There were tears falling from the corners of the watery eyes. I don't know why, but another pair of moist eyes suddenly flashed in my mind, wet and red.

She couldn't help but think of a long time ago, her wet and red eyes were full of hatred. She turned her head away from him and gritted her teeth. Even if her mouth was bloody, she didn't say a word. She was so stubborn and capable. Ren, no matter how tortured she is, she won't give in, she just doesn't want to do what he wants.

Why is she so stubborn? As an emperor, he can tolerate compromises, so why should she be stubborn with him?

In such a happy moment, Gao Qian couldn't feel the happiness he deserved. The shadow became clearer and clearer, and the anger in his body grew stronger and stronger.

He wished he could kill her.

She had indeed died once, but unfortunately, he was not happy when she died, and was very sad.

So, he didn't want to kill her this time.

Gao Qian acted like a ruthless man and picked him up, holding him down with his back to him, his eyes full of cruelty and evil.

If he hadn't discovered that she was the same as him, he would have almost been deceived by her.

OK, there is always a way!

He took a sharp breath, lowered his head and stared, looking all the way from his slender neck. Even if he looked carefully at each place, they were still very similar. Why didn't they look alike together? Why did it happen at this time? Doesn't it look like it?

"Scream, scream for me, scream loudly! Don't hold back!"

"Please beg me, beg me, beg me, and I will let you go!"

Amidst the tiny sounds of begging for mercy and crying, he slowly closed his eyes, and seemed to see as he wished, that when he was moved, the tearful look was her crying and begging him...

Along with the imagination, he got the long-lost happiness and growled uncontrollably.

After being released from the depths, I fell into the boundless emptiness for no reason.

He hugged the soft and white person from behind, and lay on her back as usual, sighing silently, why didn't he obey her?

He kissed her hair, buried his face in her hair, and murmured, "Liang Han, when will you really surrender to me?"

The weak and weak man froze, his loving eyes widened in an instant, staring at the clothes that had been roughly taken off on the ground, tearing them to pieces with just his eyes.

Humiliation, resentment...

Zhao Ruxin's eyes were red, and she lay on the thick soft carpet. No, this was not a carpet, this was ice, which made every inch of her body hurt.

Ever since she entered the palace, she had been favored by all. The people next to her changed one after another. It was not that she was not worried or afraid, but as time went by, he remained the same as before.

Even in the harem, she is second only to the queen, and no one can replace her.

In addition to being a little rough when he was gentle, after the tenderness, he would hold her and kiss her very warmly from behind.

It's not like she hasn't asked others around the corner. She is the only one receiving this kind of treatment. She is different from them.

When the love was intense, he also said that she was his favorite woman.

Favorite woman?

Zhao Ruxin closed her eyes and cried silently with a hoarse voice.

She finally understood why the Lord never called her name during good times...