Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Hearing this, Liang Huan had no choice but to sit down as he was told, but his chest felt really uncomfortable.

She endured the discomfort, calmed down, and said, "If your Majesty really wants to cultivate the power of your relatives for me, then you might as well choose the Xue family."

Gao Qian's expression did not improve as he held the chess pieces, but his frown softened somewhat: "Your brother-in-law, Marquis Wen Xue Yan?"

Liang Huan nodded and said, "Didn't Your Majesty also think of it?"

She took a breath and added: "Your Majesty can use my concubine's relatives at will, whether you throw them into prison or drag them to the battlefield. Even if you send them to guard the border, I will not stop you..."

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Gao Qian's black eyes stared at her without blinking.

Not only did he not give her a chance to continue, he leaned forward, grabbed her wrist with his left hand, and pulled her forward across the desk.

"What is your Majesty doing?"

Liang Huan frowned and tried to pull away, but he held her tightly.

Gao Qian threw away the chess piece in his hand.

The chess piece rolled down, inadvertently destroying the chess game.

"His Majesty--"

Liang Huan resisted the urge to raise her hand and slap him, and glared at him.

Gao Qian didn't realize it, but still stared at a certain part of her face: "Does it hurt?"

Liang Huan couldn't bear it anymore and was about to raise her hand. Suddenly, his right hand fell down and gently wiped her forehead, "The pain will stop after a while. Also, if it hurts again in the future, you don't have to endure it..."

His tone was like coaxing a child.

Liang Huan gritted her teeth and glared at him. Her heart really hurt, and the pain made her break into cold sweats.

The high-heeled sleeves almost swept her face.

She had never been so close to Gao Qian before, and what she smelled then was either the scent of powder or strong alcohol. But at this moment, she didn't know if he had really changed or if there was something wrong with her nose or something. In the hallucination, there is a clear and cold fragrance, like plum blossoms in the snow.

Liang Huan frowned.

Before she could speak, Gao Qian let go of his hand and stood up. Before leaving, he glanced at the chessboard condescendingly, mocking and sighing.

"It's still not over after all."

One step away, there is ice and snow.

As soon as he stepped out of the main hall, his whole body was enveloped in a cold air, which made people shiver.

Qian Ming shrank down his collar, raised his eyes again, and was already two steps behind.

He glanced at the cold-faced side face again, and no longer dared to hesitate, he threw off his short legs and ran a few steps, barely keeping up this time.

Strange to say, when he was listening at the door, it seemed that the two of them were getting along quite well, but after a while, they came out with a sullen face.

The Lord is really uncertain.

Qian Ming glanced back, his eyes reminding everyone to be careful.

Looking back inadvertently, Qian Ming's eyes widened, and there were dots of scarlet on the brick floor with a thin layer of white snow.

He was startled and took a breath. Where did the blood on this ground come from?

How taboo.

This must be a palace servant who was punished and accidentally dropped this dirty thing.

Qian Ming's heart was high. If the emperor saw it, there would be a bloody storm...

He suppressed the fear in his heart, turned to the little chamberlain, and lowered his voice while gesturing with his eyes: "Why don't you find someone to clean up this place, and then find out who is so bold? I'm afraid I'm tired of living -"

Before Qian Ming finished speaking, he saw the young chamberlain's eyes widening and he whispered to avoid him.

He turned around again, and saw a black shadow standing straight over.

"His Majesty!"

In the east room of Taiji Hall, the palace servants were in a hurry.

Qian Ming glanced at the unconscious man on the dragon bed, then stretched his neck to look at the door, circling in the middle of the ground anxiously.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, there was a bang and he collided with the palace attendant carrying a copper basin, spilling water all over him.

Qian Ming was angry and anxious, and was about to curse and teach him a lesson, but he saw someone coming from the door. He didn't care about cursing for a moment, and immediately pulled the palace man away from him and greeted him.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty is vomiting blood again——"

As he spoke, he sent people to guard the door. No one was allowed to enter without the emperor's order.

A servant hurriedly went out, not forgetting to put down the heavy curtain before leaving.

Qian Ming dragged the imperial doctor to the dragon bed, sweating profusely.

When the imperial doctor heard that the emperor was vomiting blood, his face became solemn.

He leaned down, first lifted his eyelids, then looked at them, and then felt his pulse...

Qian Ming looked at the emperor, then at the imperial doctor's order. He wanted to ask but was afraid of disturbing others. His fingers folded in front of him turned white, and he kept chanting about Amitabha and the Heavenly King Bodhisattva in his mind.

This emperor doesn’t want anything to happen!

After a long time, the imperial doctor straightened up, wiped his sweat, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around with an uncertain expression on his face, thought for a moment, and asked, "May I ask Mr. Qian, has your lord eaten anything special recently?"

Qian Ming was shocked and his expression changed again and again: "What, what do you mean?"

The imperial doctor frowned and was very puzzled: "Last time, the Lord vomited blood for no reason. I couldn't find out the reason. It was really puzzling to me. After I returned, I went to look through the Lord's past medical records and found that in the past six months, the Lord had The poison on me - my lord's old illness has indeed been alleviated, and there are even signs of improvement, but why is it that today, when I look at it, it has worsened?"

Qian Ming's lips trembled: "Aggravate?"

The imperial doctor frowned and said in a heavy tone: "Yes, it has only been a few days, but why did it suddenly get worse? So I ask you, has your lord eaten anything suspicious recently? Or been exposed to anything? In short, you If you can think of anything, you can tell me!"

The imperial physician Ling stared at Qian Ming with a frown on his face, trying his best to hear something strange from his mouth.

Qian Ming glanced at the person lying down and felt panicked and confused.

How dare he tell the imperial doctor that their master used that evil thing?

Once this matter is revealed, not to mention it will definitely cause an uproar in Jinye, it is very possible to lose the throne...

But if you don’t tell me, if you keep hiding it like this, what will you do if something happens to your Lord?

Qian Ming rubbed his hands and was so anxious that he wanted to cry.

Tai Chi waited anxiously: "Is there any?"

Qian Ming took a sharp breath and gritted his teeth to deny: "No."

"No?" The imperial doctor stared at the person, obviously not believing him, "If you know something, Mr. Qian, you must not hide it."

Qian Ming was startled and shook his head again.

Seeing that he was so sure, the imperial doctor had no choice but to give up.

"Forget it, I'll check the records of your Lord's meals these days and see if I can find out the reason. As for now, I can only prescribe some——"

The imperial physician Ling sighed and said no more.

Administering acupuncture, giving medicine...

After a lot of tossing, Qian Ming looked up again. The originally bright sky outside the window had turned dark without knowing it, and candles were slowly lighting up in the hall.

He seemed to be suffering from a serious illness. He stayed in front of the dragon bed with a pale face and did not dare to leave for a moment.

The clothes that were wet by the palace people were actually dry.

Looking aside, the imperial doctor ordered him to kneel down and rummage through his meal records.

Qian Ming swallowed the words as he spoke, thinking over and over again. He still had to wait until the Lord woke up before talking about this matter.

"Qian Ming..."

Suddenly a violent cough brought him back to reality.

Qian Ming came to his senses and stepped forward again, staring at him with a pair of cold black eyes.

Qian Ming lowered his eyes and shook his head. He said nothing.

Gao Qian then looked away.

When the emperor woke up, the imperial doctor rushed forward, but was dismissed without asking a few questions.

After everyone was cleared, Gao Qian sat up, looked out the window, raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth, and saw a bright red color.

He lowered his eyes: "How?"

Qian Ming was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, don't worry, it's been done."

"Where's the body?"