Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Mu Yan's eyes flashed and he lowered his eyes, his thin eyelashes hiding his emotions.

Liang Huan just stared at him: "Do you want to heal your face?"

Mu Yan raised his eyes when he heard the sound and shook his head almost without thinking.

Liang Huan sighed and looked out the window. At this hour of the day, the sunset was at its hottest.

The day Mu Yan came to Hanguang Palace, she ordered someone to investigate the origin of the scar, but unfortunately to no avail.

I only know that when he first came to the palace, he was assigned to serve the concubines in various palaces. However, because of his introverted personality and his inability to please, he was not liked by the superiors. Therefore, he was rarely bullied. Later, he was severely beaten by the steward for stealing. Punished to do handyman work.

When he almost died, he was fortunately saved by someone, and the rescuer turned out to be a disgraced chamberlain in the Renshou Palace. With the recommendation of the chamberlain, he stayed in the Palace of Renshou ever since.

I don't know whether it was because of jealousy or some other reason, but after one night, not only was my face ruined, but my voice was also hoarse.

After that, I went to Langhuayuan to plant flowers and grass.

In the past few days of getting along, Liang Huan also asked insinuatingly, but he just shook his head and refused to say anything.

Do unto others, do not impose on others.

Since it’s something that’s hard to say, why bother forcing it on others?

Liang Huan didn't force him.

If it were in the past, she would definitely get to the bottom of it, or make a choice for him in the name of doing his best, but now, she is willing to wait...

Liang Huan took a few sips of tea, put down the cup, sat down in front of the desk, laid out the paper, picked up the pen, and raised his eyes to ask him.

“What do you want to write about today?”

Although Mu Yan cannot speak, he can still write a few words.

At the birthday party that day, he dragged another chamberlain in and barged in. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he did help her and made some things seem less deliberate.

After all, only Mu Yan's appearance was purely accidental.

Including the poison last time, Mu Yan had already helped her twice. He didn't like the gold, silk, pearls and jade, and he refused to treat her face because it hurt her. At her insistence, Mu Yan said that she wanted to have some fun while taking care of the flowers and plants. Opportunities for reading and literacy.

Therefore, instead of saying that Mu Yan stayed in Hanguang Hall to take care of the flowers and plants, it is better to say that he followed her to read and learn.

Mu Yan thought for a while and made some gestures with his hands.

He was talking about a story she casually mentioned when they were studying yesterday about the tiger talisman silver belt hook from the Han Dynasty.

Liang Huan smiled understandingly, lowered his head and wrote: We are still young, let us never forget each other.

After writing the last stroke, she handed the pen over.

Mu Yan took it, took another piece of paper, and tried to write according to her handwriting.

Liang Huan looked at his side face, slightly lost in thought.

He has a gentle personality, is easily shy, and has a pair of clear and beautiful eyes. If it weren't for the dazzling scar, he would be on par with Song Tan.

She remembered very clearly that the news found by Lu Xiu said that Song Mian was taken away by General Mu during the banquet...

"Song Mian..."

The person who was concentrating on writing paused with the hand holding the pen. He paused for a moment before looking at her doubtfully, not sure if she had spoken.

Liang Huan smiled: "Do you want to go to the palace?"

Mu Yan thought for a moment and shook his head.

As if he was afraid that she wouldn't believe it, he put down his pen and gestured with his hands to reassure her.

When Gao Qian came in, the main hall was very quiet. There was only a faint sound in the inner hall, which was not obvious.

He kept walking in and stopped at the door. In front of the desk by the window, the two of them sat in a row, one with his head buried in writing and the other with his head tilted to teach.

Occasionally, there was only one or two words of conversation, and almost all communication was through eye contact. In those eyes that glared at him with hatred, he saw unprecedented patience and gentleness.

Gao Qian squinted his eyes and stood quietly for a long time, his heart sinking more and more.

This scene suddenly reminded him of the past.

"His Majesty?"

As soon as his mind wandered, the man had already stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, are you done?"

Gao Qian would come to play chess with her whenever he had free time, but he was busy dealing with Zhao's affairs these days, so he came late and left after one or two games.

It was early today, and Liang Huan was a little surprised.

Gao Qian came back to his senses and looked at the person in front of him coldly: "Did Zhou Yun find you again during the day?"

As he spoke, Mu Yan stepped aside and bowed his head in salute.

Gao Qian didn't look at him, and walked straight to the desk, tilting his head to read the words on the table.

Liang Huan frowned, a little impatient: "These days, he always comes to me every few days to ask about the jade statue. He always feels that the broken jade statue has nothing to do with the Zhao family."

Gao Qian didn't pick up the topic. He just picked up the copybook and looked at it. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mu Yan. Finally, he looked at Liang Huan and asked with great interest, "'Inscriptions for Concubines by Princes and Kings'?"

Liang Huan only concentrated on packing up the pen and ink in his hands and vacating the desk, so he didn't look at him and just responded casually: "I saw the hook yesterday and mentioned it to him by the way. He actually wrote it down. It happened to be these words. It’s also simple.”

She raised her head and smiled at Mu Yan: "Jin Ye can't find another such a careful and serious student. It's a pity that he is buried in the harem, otherwise he would go to the Imperial Academy -"

Having said this, he shut up and said no more words.

Gao Qian looked at her thoughtfully.

Liang Huan said to Mu Yan: "Come here today and study again tomorrow."

When she plays chess with Gao Qian, she will keep everyone away, and the palace servants will not be allowed to enter without orders.

Gao Qian handed the copybook in his hand to Mu Yan and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Mu Yan took it with both hands, bowed and prepared to retreat.

Just as he was about to step out of the inner hall, Gao Qian suddenly stopped him: "Mu Yan, can you play the flute?"

He is smiling but not smiling.

It's not surprising that Gao Qian likes to taste bamboo and play silk, but Mu Yan actually knows the music?

Liang Huan also raised his eyes and looked over curiously.

Mu Yan was slightly stunned and nodded.

Liang Huan was surprised: "Why have I never heard you say that before?"

Mu Yan was a little embarrassed and lowered his eyes.

Gao Qian just looked at him silently.

Just when Liang Huan thought he was going to ask Mu Yan to play a song for him on a whim, he waved his hand and said, "Stay back."

Mu Yan held the copybook in hand and bowed to leave.

Gao Qian sat down and said, "Why does Concubine Shu treat him so favorably?"

Liang Huan placed the chessboard and was silent for a moment.

Since Gao Qian has this question, he may not know Mu Yan's origin. Concealing and deceiving is really not advisable.

The more suspicious a person is, the less likely they are to lie. Otherwise, the trust that has been painstakingly built will collapse at any time.

Liang Huan confessed: "To be honest with Your Majesty, I have an old friend. Mu Yan looks very much like the long-lost brother of that old friend."

Gao Qian was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect her to tell the truth, and then asked: "Do you want to find your old friend to recognize him?"

It’s not that Liang Huan has never thought about this issue.

But what if everything is a coincidence?

Even if it wasn't a coincidence, just because he repeatedly rejected his proposal, how could it not be considered another euphemistic expression?

Liang Huan laid out the chess set and sighed slightly: "Wait a little longer, we must recognize each other, and we must be willing to accept each other for it to be a good thing."

Gao Qian looked at her and suddenly smiled.

Liang Huan's mind was not on this topic. He took the first one and then raised his head after settling down: "Your Majesty, this dish is definitely not for Mu Yan, right?"