Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

As soon as Gao Qian's right foot stepped into the courtyard, he heard the laughter in the hall, not loud, but very real.

He'd heard too many fake smiles.

Therefore, he could tell clearly whether it was true or false.

Gao Qian subconsciously looked at the plaque on the door, almost thinking he had gone to the wrong place.

When he saw the words "Hanguang Palace", he was sure of it, which aroused his strong curiosity.

She gently touched her lips. Is she happy here?

When the chamberlain guarding the door saw the person coming, he turned around and went inside, wanting to tell the people inside the palace to come out to greet him.

"stop."

Gao Qian made a deep sound, and the chamberlain immediately stopped where he was, obediently lowered his head and stepped aside. The palace servants and servants behind him all stopped.

He walked forward alone. When he crossed the threshold, he raised his foot and took it back again.

It was noon, the sun was shining all over the courtyard, and the light behind him was bright.

Si Yi and Dian Yi, who came out of the hall, unexpectedly came face to face with Gao Qian and were shocked.

The pale face has clear features, and the long eyelashes cover all the emotions in the eyes. The shadow cast on the skin expands infinitely until the whole person is shrouded in this gloomy fog, which is the only darkness in the courtyard that the sun cannot illuminate. place.

His face was expressionless and motionless, like a frozen corpse standing lifeless in front of him.

They had never seen such a lord before. Instantly, the chill went into his bones, and his knees were so weak that they were about to touch the ground.

"roll."

If you weren't close enough, you could see his thin lips moving slightly, and his voice was so cold that it was almost inaudible.

Several people lowered their heads and walked into the sun with trembling legs.

He stood at the door for a long time before stepping in.

In front of the table by the window, there is a circle of people, head to head, with fragrant flowers and beauties, filling the room with brightness.

His footsteps were so light that they were completely hidden by the sound of his voice.

"What is Zhaoyi doing?"

The sudden sound made everyone in front of the case look up in shock.

High potential black uniform, standing a few steps away with clear black and white, slender eyebrows and eyes slightly curved, a faint smile on his lips, very gentle and harmless.

The emperor's arrival was really sudden. After the surprise, everyone came to their senses.

Huang Liangyuan stood up first, and with just one glance, her cheeks turned pink, her neck drooped, and her heartbeat continued.

Song Wanhua lowered her eyebrows and her palms became sweaty from nervousness.

It had been a long time since they had seen the Lord, and both of them bowed respectfully.

Liang Huan followed and bowed before saying, "I am making incense for Your Majesty."

Gao Qian raised his hand to avoid the ceremony, looked at her without squinting, and looked at her with a smile: "Gu Ye is very curious, how is Zhaoyi's incense made?"

He stepped forward as he spoke.

Song Wanhua and Huang Liangyuan stood on one side, not daring to sit down without the Lord's permission, let alone being as casual as before.

Liang Huan gave up the main seat and was about to move down a position, but he stopped him.

Gao Qian didn't look at her and just picked up the small white bottle: "Zhaoyi is sitting next to Gu. Gu also wants to learn from Zhaoyi, is that okay?"

Liang Huan had no choice but to sit down next to him and said with a smile, "Of course."

He uncorked the bottle, lowered his head and smelled it, then looked at her: "It seems different."

Liang Huan raised his eyebrows lightly. It seemed that he was suspicious of incense. Yes, this was a high potential.

Liang Huan pursed her lips, reached out and rummaged through the bottles, picked out a Xiuzhen exquisite celadon bottle and handed it to him: "Your Majesty, smell it, is it like this?"

The bottle is extremely small and looks great.

Gao Qian played with it in his hand and was not in a hurry to open it. He stared at her lipsticked lips, which had a bewitching flavor like incense.

He smiled: "It used to be a sachet, why is it now made into a scented dew?"

The sachet can see the material, but the scented dew cannot.

Liang Huan picked up a pre-knitted dark green silk ribbon from the desk, and then took the celadon bottle in his hand. He flipped it flexibly with his slender fingers, and a beautiful and unique pendant was ready.

She raised her head with sincere eyes: "Is it okay to wear it around your waist like this?"

Gao Qian tilted his head and looked at her with a smile: "Okay."

Could it be that the key is not in the incense?

His face remained calm, his eyes lowered, watching every move of the person with his head lowered in front of him, his heart seemed to be being pulled by fingers.

This gesture seemed to be one of surrender.

Unfortunately, it is false.

Gao Qian looked away, no longer looking at her, and looked at the other two people standing: "You guys?"

He couldn't remember clearly. There were a lot of flowers in the garden, which looked pleasing to the eye, but not every one could be recognized or named.

The pink color on Huang Liangyuan's face disappeared: "I am Huang Liangyuan."

Song Wanhua glanced timidly and lowered her head: "I am Song Wanhua."

Gao Qian said softly, and the two of them couldn't figure it out. They didn't know if they really remembered it or if they were just perfunctory.

"I remember that Huang Liangyuan seems to be a good pipa player?"

Liang Huan's fingers tying the silk ribbon paused, and she felt a chill in her heart. The meaning of these words...

Huang Liangyuan was surprised, her face turned red again, and she was very shy: "Your Majesty still remembers it."

The subtle movements still attracted the attention of the people above.

Gao Qian ignored Huang Liangyuan and put his hand up, wrapping it around the paused hand: "Why are Zhaoyi's hands so cold?"

Liang Huan stabilized her mind, raised her eyes and smiled, their eyes just met: "Maybe it was because I soaked in the cold water for a long time, it's okay."

Gao Qian frowned, nodded slightly, took her hand and put it in his palm: "You are already alone, Zhaoyi. There will be more important things for you in the future. Such rough things should be done by the palace servants. Otherwise, if Zhaoyi is exhausted, I will feel distressed."

His eyes were concerned and his tone was gentle.

The light and curled eyelashes only trembled slightly.

Gao Qian still accurately captured that brief moment, and the originally depressed mood gradually became lighter.

On the outside, it is fragrant and docile, but on the inside, it is stubborn and unyielding. Isn't this more interesting than before?

Liang Huan had a soft attitude and nodded: "Okay, I will obey your Majesty."

Gao Qian doubted her. She was not just a man for a day or two. She was really a cunning beast.

Gao Qian patted her hand: "Besides them, who else do you like?"

Even if she was mentally prepared, she would not dare to answer the conversation casually. If she just liked it in general, she would probably add a few more items to the display rack.

Liang Huan's heart moved, and she looked directly into his eyes: "Zhao Hongde."

As expected, Gao Qian suppressed his smile and frowned.

Huang Liangyuan and Song Wanhua were surprised and couldn't figure out what riddle they were playing. Zhao Hongde and Liang Zhaoyi had a scene in the Royal Garden yesterday. Who could think that they admire each other?

What's more, after being alone for a long time, who really likes to be the same as others?

Everyone in the hall stared blankly.

Gao Qian pondered slightly and said, "Zhaoyi really likes her?"

Saying you like her seems fake, saying you don't like her not only deceives you, but also fails to save them.

Liang Huan blinked: "The reason why I like Zhao Hongde is because Your Majesty likes him."

Gao Qian was stunned for a moment and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I really like it, so that's fine."

Liang Huan knew that Huang Liangyuan and the two were safe, but he still did not dare to take it lightly.

"I think Huang Liangyuan has a talent for making incense. How about leaving this job to her in the future?"

Gao Qian felt a little irritated suddenly and waved his hand: "Let's talk about this later."

Huang Liangyuan and Song Wanhua saluted and left with a wink.

Stepping out of Hanguang Hall, Song Wanhua took a long breath. The atmosphere just now was really weird.

She glanced at the palace behind her, thought about it again and again, got closer and said to Huang Liangyuan in a low voice: "Can't you continue to have to curry favor with Liang Zhaoyi like you did before?"

Huang Liangyuan was surprised: "What's the difference between us now and the abandoned concubines in the cold palace? Do you plan to live like this forever?"

Song Wanhua was speechless, of course not, she was still waiting...

She sighed: "That Liang Zhaoyi is not a merciful person. Let's not say whether Da Sima was killed by her. Everyone knows how Da Sima doted on her in the past. But now that Da Sima's bones are not cold, she can turn around and throw herself into the Lord. In my arms, such a woman is really terrifying——"

Huang Liangyuan disagreed: "The more you look at the country, the more people fight for it. Who hasn't gone through many twists and turns. If you really fall in love with one person, you may not be able to survive long ago."

"If you want to survive in this world, you have to be hard-hearted!"

"Besides, look at the Lord, since he entered the palace, his eyes have hardly left her. This kind of love, Zhao Hongde may not be able to match!"

Song Wanhua disagreed. The atmosphere between them was very wrong. She was not like this when she was with Lou Shixun.

Huang Liangyuan's attitude was resolute: "No matter what the dispute is between Zuo Zhaoyi, the Lord, and Da Sima, at least he has no ill intentions toward me and even treats me preferentially. That's enough!"

Song Wanhua looked at her: "What about tomorrow?"

Huang Liangyuan smiled and said: "Of course I will follow Liang Zhaoyi's arrangements!"

Song Wanhua felt uneasy.