Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Seeing being bound, Mu Yan's eyes turned red.

Gao Qian seemed to have disappeared, and slowly leaned down, looked at him closely, and said quietly: "I always remember that in the wind and snow, you played a piece of music that touched my heart and made me cry when I heard it."

Mu Yan whined, and Gao Qian frowned in disgust.

Someone immediately stepped forward and blocked Mu Yan's mouth.

Gao Qian took a step back, straightened up, and looked at him contemptuously: "Do you want to tell her?"

At this time, the guard should have fallen asleep.

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Liang Huan lowered his eyes and shook his head: "I don't know if it's serious or not, because I can't diagnose it."

Xianglan couldn't help being frightened and said: "Your Majesty is ill, and your Majesty went to Tai Chi Hall."

Liang Huan took a look at the embroidered couch.

Mu Yan began to struggle again.

Gao Qian looked away and looked at a pair of shadows on the curtain: "Okay."

Mu Yan stared at her eyes, and the voice she made seemed to be trying to persuade, or perhaps begging.

Liang Huan finished taking the needles, put away the acupuncture bag, and stood up. "Then your Majesty, please rest. I will go back first."

Gao Qian nodded slightly, then paused and glanced out the window: "It won't be long before dawn. Why don't you just rest on the couch over there and wait until the imperial doctor orders you to leave before leaving? Otherwise, if I start vomiting blood again, Someone has to go to Hanguang Palace to find you again. It’s not good for you to be running back and forth like this before your body has recovered.”

"No need, just stay on the couch." Liang Huanran said calmly.

This is so strange.

He sat up and said: "Then why don't I give you this bed and sleep on it alone, or you can go with me -"

Xianglan chased after him: "Are you looking for the empress?"

Qian Ming took him in through the side door. The east room of Tai Chi Hall, which used to be brightly lit, only had a candle burning, and was blocked by layers of thick curtains, making it even darker.

Mu Yan bypassed her and went straight to Liang Han's bedroom.

The waiter screamed, sticky liquid dripping down his forehead and all over his face.

Mu Yan stopped and looked back at her, nodding her head repeatedly, her red eyes filled with anxiety.

No one spoke for a moment.

Really helpless, Mu Yan had to go back to the door and knock on the door softly. After a while, there was a voice outside the door, cursing and warning him.

The emperor's dark hair was disheveled, and he was sitting on the bed wearing only a single coat. The slightly open skirt of his clothes revealed his excessively fair skin, which was in sharp contrast with the few drops of bright red blood on his collar, which was shocking.

"Da Da Mu Yan, what are you going to do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Yan was bound and gagged again.

Qian Ming walked up from behind and sighed heavily: "You said it was so late at night, why are you bothering?"

Gao Qian shook his head gently: "You, instead of thinking about telling her at this time, you might as well worry about your own life."

Gao Qian looked at the silhouette in the candlelight, stretched out his wrist, and smiled lightly: "I didn't really think I was sick."

what?

Qian Ming frowned, his head was already confused. He licked his lips, wondering whether he should respond. The words didn't seem to be meant for him.

In the middle of the night, Qian Ming didn't dare to alert the Imperial Medical Office, fearing that something bad might happen and cause the situation to get out of control, so he had to sneak to Hanguang Palace for help.

Liang Huan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. She lowered her head and concentrated on checking her pulse. But as time passed by, her brows became tighter and tighter.

Her expressions and movements are all in full view.

Without any time to think, Mu Yan rushed straight to the door of Hanguang Palace. The door was knocked open with a bang, and he almost fell in.

"Can't you diagnose it?"

*

It was late at night, and the room was very dark. Through the window, you could see the palace lanterns in the distance, flickering in the cold wind.

I don’t know how long it took, but my wrists were loosened and the rope finally broke.

Mu Yan no longer made a sound, as if he was dead.

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"Your Majesty, don't say that. I am not omnipotent. Now that I have stopped vomiting blood, I will rest for now and wait until daybreak before calling the imperial doctor."

Mu Yan threw away the rag that was used to gag her, and walked quietly to the door. He pulled it with his hand, and the door was locked outwards.

Qian Ming opened the curtain, revealing a crack that was enough to see everything.

Liang Huan raised his eyes: "Let's ask the imperial doctor to come and take a look at it tomorrow morning."

The call of the chamberlain echoed through the night behind him, quickly alerting more people.

"Don't let me down..."

Liang Huan calmly threw away Gao Qian's wrist and said nothing. Who could say otherwise? It would be better to vomit blood and die like this.

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and Mu Yan was forcibly dragged away.

The guard outside the door even cursed inside the room.

She was sleeping soundly in bed when she was suddenly woken up by someone yelling and shouting, saying that she was vomiting blood in the middle of the night.

Gao Qian blinked and stared at her side face: "If you can't diagnose it, then they certainly can't diagnose it. If so, then they won't diagnose it. You may die one day if you vomit." . This is good, it saves me from getting a diagnosis and telling me a deadline. I know it, but I still feel unhappy. You know that when I feel unhappy, I just think..."

"...Yes, it can't be diagnosed."

Mu Yan ignored him and ran away with his head buried. Strangely enough, except for the palace servants who were chasing after him, there was no imperial army.

The palace guard who was watching the night woke up and suddenly saw Mu Yan's embarrassed expression, and was startled as if he had seen a ghost.

Liang Huan gritted his teeth and swallowed his frustration: "I asked you to pretend to be sick, not to make you really sick."

Mu Yan's eyes moved, and he kicked the piled debris hard. There was a loud crash, which was particularly obvious in the quiet night.

As soon as he left the courtyard of Hanguang Hall, the people chasing him had already blocked the road ahead, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

Qian Ming stretched his head to take a look at the distant shadow, full of suspicion. He knew that Mu Yan was always there, but the emperor really didn't know?

Looking at the person standing in front of him with his back turned, he heard an inaudible sigh.

Mu Yan's expression froze and he stood blankly.

Seeing him like this, Xianglan asked anxiously: "What happened? Why are you so panicked?"

Mu Yan was shaken by her, came to her senses, turned around and ran out of the hall again.

Rather than brightly lit lights, as bright as day, he prefers a lamp like a bean and a low-hanging curtain. Even if two people are misplaced, the shadows falling on the curtain can still appear to be dependent on each other and lingering.

Mu Yan walked around the room. The room was not big, with debris piled everywhere. There was only a small window on the wall, which could not be opened.

Gao Qian was surprised: "Is it serious?"

Mu Yan opened her eyes wide.

It was too quiet, and the guard was finally worried. He unlocked it and came in to check. The moment he put his head in, Mu Yan took a candlestick and smashed it hard.

Mu Yan tilted her body, reluctantly picked up the porcelain pieces, cut the rope with all her strength, and stared at the door, for fear of someone coming in next moment.

Gao Qian obviously vomited blood, but she couldn't see any problem.

He deliberately knocked over the vase while struggling with them and hid it secretly when no one was prepared.

Mu Yan's hands were tied and his mouth was gagged. He listened carefully and heard nothing except the whistling wind.

After that, he sighed and went to Tai Chi Hall.

Mu Yan slowly moved his body away, revealing a piece of broken porcelain.

Qian Ming patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't bother me. I was ordered to take you to see it. Why did you come in such a long circle?"

Mu Yan ignored her and rushed to the inner hall with an anxious expression.

Mu Yan pushed the person away and ran out like crazy, with only one destination in sight, Hanguang Palace!

Gao Qian didn't force himself, and reached out to pick up the tea cup on the side: "Drink some water, your lips are peeling."

His dark eyes were bright and his face was sincere.

Liang Huan had no intention of getting into trouble with him, so she had no choice but to take it.