Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Huang Liangyuan smiled stiffly and stuttered: "Yes, it's Zhang Yao."

Song Wanhua didn't dare to raise her head at all.

The death of Da Sima in Pingzhou was debated endlessly in the court at first. Later, the public opinion gradually favored the Lu family, but there were also some strange voices among them. Not to mention the people, even in the harem, there are different rumors, and the Lord is reluctant to give a definite explanation, so this matter is not suitable for public discussion before it is determined.

They didn't understand or care about the affairs of the government, but at this special moment, the Lord actually brought Mrs. Yu Rui into the harem and named her Zuo Zhaoyi. How could it not arouse people's suspicion? How can we say it has nothing to do with the harem?

Compared with those complex political conspiracy theories, the women in their harem believed in the rumors of monarchs, ministers and beauties more.

In this way, there are only two types: one is that the emperor has coveted the beauty for a long time and takes it by force; the other is that Mrs. Yurui is ambitious and wants to fly up the branches.

They had not been in the palace for a short period of time, and they had not heard the gossips between the Lord and Mrs. Yurui for a day or two. Therefore, everyone preferred to believe the latter.

But no matter what the truth is, Zuo Zhaoyi was once Da Sima's concubine, and Zhang Yao was the person who strongly proved Da Sima's treason. If Zuo Zhaoyi really killed Da Sima, what if he didn't? There is some grudge.

Zuo Zhaoyi is really elusive. Yesterday morning, they still looked disdainful of each other. How come they changed at night? There were some things that Huang Liangyuan and the others knew nothing about, but she was different...

Song Wanhua lowered her head, as if sitting on pins and needles.

Huang Liangyuan just prayed in her heart that Zuo Zhaoyi had no relationship with the great Sima.

Liang Huan glanced at them, raised the corners of his lips carelessly, and smiled softly: "We are just chatting, why are we so polite and reserved? If you are always like this in the future, I will never have the nerve to call you again. Come and talk?”

Huang Liangyuan looked up and saw that she didn't care at all. She felt a little relieved, but she couldn't help but secretly sigh that she was really cold-blooded.

Thinking about it again, she may not know the relationship between Zhang Xuanhui and Zhang Yao. She can deliver medicine to Zhang Xuanhui, so why is she so nervous here?

Thinking of this, Huang Liangyuan raised her head, no longer as nervous as before: "I'm just afraid that my words may inadvertently conflict with you."

It's not stated clearly, it's very subtle.

Liang Huan smiled knowingly: "Now that I have entered this palace, I am just the Lord's Zhaoyi."

This clearly means that all past grudges and past grudges have nothing to do with her.

Song Wanhua was quite surprised. She glanced over quietly and saw that she really had a smile on her face.

Liang Huan saw that the two of them were using it almost the same, so he ordered people to move out of the place. He just wanted to make toilet oil for hair from the flowers he picked in the morning, and invited them to do it together.

Song Wanhua wanted to say goodbye, but couldn't resist Huang Liangyuan's insistence on clinging to her, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to accompany her with a smile. During this period, she was always worried about using the opportunity to make excuses. Who wanted to seriously not mention the matter just now? It seemed that she had just asked casually, and she gradually lowered her guard.

Huang Liangyuan deliberately catered to her, coupled with Su Xi's liveliness, and seeing that Liang Huan was not secretive at all and was very patient with others, she liked her from the bottom of her heart, and soon started chatting and laughing again.

The tables are covered with lingering flowers, and the fragrance is fragrant.

Liang Huan buried his head and picked some flower buds to keep for making incense.

"Mother, the people from the Department of Clothes are here."

Several people raised their heads. Yuan Zhi was leading Si Yi and Si Yi, whom they had met yesterday.

Liang Huan only raised his head and glanced at it. Yuan Zhi understood and took the people away.

Xianglan just came back from outside and happened to meet them face to face.

Looking at Liang Huan again, she was only looking at the flowers and plants in her hands and was obviously not interested in the palace dress at all.

Xianglan thought for a while and said: "That should be what I will wear at the banquet tomorrow. I don't want to try it on. If it doesn't fit, I can ask them to change it in time."

Liang Huan didn't even raise his head: "I guess the palace skirt was made before. Yesterday they came to measure it for me personally, just to see if it didn't fit so they could correct it. But look at what I wore these two days. There is nothing inappropriate inside or out.”

Having said this, Liang Huan straightened up and turned to look at Xianglan: "I thought it was you who told Si Yisi my size before. Otherwise, why would they fit me so well before I entered the palace?"

Xianglan shook her head and approached her, ready to strike her: "It's not a slave, maybe it's someone else."

Also, Xianglan was not the only one who went to Yuyang to pick her up.

Liang Huan didn't hesitate.

Huang Liangyuan was about to show the prepared toilet oil to Liang Huan, but she didn't want to raise her eyes and saw Liang Huan's silhouette. She couldn't help being startled, almost thinking it was Zhao Hongde.

Liang Huan turned around and saw Huang Liangyuan exhale, and couldn't help but laugh: "This is delicate work, and it does take some effort. If you are tired, just take a rest."

Huang Liangyuan stared at her eyes. When she looked at them from the front, they didn't look alike. If she looked carefully, they were only three-dimensional likenesses at most. From what she could see, she felt strange in her heart for no reason.

Liang Huan was caught by this look and smiled and touched his face: "What did I get on my face?"

Xianglan stood up after hearing this and helped Liang Huan check: "No."

Huang Liangyuan forced a smile on her lips: "My empress has a beautiful life and a good figure. She looks good no matter what she wears."

Liang Huan just smiled and took the small bottle from her hand. She said this as a pure compliment. That was when she had never seen herself wearing coarse linen clothes.

She opened the vial and took a look, then looked at Huang Liangyuan and asked casually: "Tomorrow when the three armies return to Jinye, the Lord will hold a banquet. Do you want to go?"

"Concubine, can I go?"

Huang Liangyuan was taken aback and couldn't believe it. The strange feeling in her heart was instantly thrown away.

Liang Huan glanced at Song Wanhua, who had been silent for a long time. She was distracted when the people from Si Yisi came in just now.

After all, Lou Shixun is coming back.

Liang Huan ignored him and said to Huang Liangyuan: "I'm afraid that the banquet will last for a long time and I won't be able to bear it. It would be good to have someone to stand in for me during the dinner. I just wonder if you are willing?"

Huang Liangyuan opened her eyes wide and nodded repeatedly, without thinking, as if she couldn't wait, and inevitably felt embarrassed: "Concubine, I made the empress laugh."

Liang Huan put the vial aside and only played with the petals in his hand: "No matter where you are, there are always people who worship the superiors and despise the inferiors. The more power and wealth are involved, the more so. People who have never been favored are in the harem. Life is difficult, and you will inevitably be bullied by some snobs, which is nothing to laugh about."

What's more, whether she wants it or not, serving the king with sex is the only way she has for the rest of her life. If this is the case, what's wrong with wanting to live a better life?

Huang Liangyuan was just happy, but now she breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and asked doubtfully: "Why do you want to help—"

Liang Huan smiled slightly: "Why should I help you?"

Huang Liangyuan stared at her without blinking, and nodded slowly.

In this harem, who doesn't want to ask for a little favor? How can anyone take the initiative to push the master to others?

Liang Huan lightly curled her lips: "I'm just helping myself. If I fall out of favor one day, it's good for you to remember my kindness and help me!"

It's better to leave the matter of serving high potential to those who are willing to do it.

Huang Liangyuan was stunned, fell out of favor?