Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Yuchi Yuan put his sword on the woman's neck.

The woman was fearless and calm, and glanced at him: "Do you dare?"

Yuchiyuan's expression darkened and he looked away.

Liang Huan saw it in his eyes and understood in his heart.

Yu Wenjue frowned and looked at Liang Han.

Liang Huan wiped away her tears and smiled calmly at the woman: "The girl doesn't know something. Even if he doesn't get involved with me, how can he take advantage of me?"

Xiao Qianyi was surprised for a moment and re-examined the rumored demon concubine Liang.

Since calling in, Mrs. Liang only had a look of surprise on her face when she broke in, but it was fleeting. The rest of the time, even when he looks at himself, he does so lightly, without any hint of hostility or disrespect.

Even if he barged in so rashly, there was no trace of resentment.

She only had eyes for the man in front of her, and he was the only one she really cared about.

It was as if he had gathered all his strength and finally waited for the attack, only to miss it.

Xiao Qianyi pursed her lips and could no longer say any provocative words.

Liang Huan no longer looked at the dazed woman, her lingering eyes fell back on Yu Wenjue's face, and she caressed his eyebrows lustfully, feeling his warmth, and couldn't help but shed tears.

If it weren't for her intervention, how could he be forced into an alley when he was supposed to be the powerful Grand Master Lu?

Liang Huan lowered his eyes and took a breath silently.

Why is their time always so short?

Regardless of the presence of others, Liang Huan buried her head deeply in his arms, hugged his waist tightly, and sobbed uncontrollably.

If she could, she really wished time could stop at this moment.

Yu Wenjue held her in his arms, his heart aching, and patted her back gently, as if he was comforting her softly, or coaxing her in a low voice.

"Let's go together, okay?"

Liang Han buried his head and his shoulders shook.

Yu Wenjue narrowed his eyes, and the only response he received was whimpering sounds and arms that were retracted again and again.

"Huanwen, come with me." He breathed and said again.

Liang Huan raised his face, with tears in his red eyes: "Did you come to pick me up specially?"

Yu Wenjue met her gaze and shook his head slightly: "No, I'm not only here to pick you up, but also——"

Liang Huan pressed her fingers to his lips and looked at him and smiled.

Her Lu Xiu would never lie to her.

He hasn't changed at all.

Liang Huan smiled, but the tears flowed more fiercely.

Yu Wenjue frowned and looked at her, then raised his hand to wipe her gently.

Liang Huan removed her hand and withdrew from his arms, holding her lips and smiling: "Go away, I won't leave with you."

Yu Wenjue's expression changed, he held her hand tightly and stared at her: "Huan Huan?"

His voice was hoarse.

A cold scoff suddenly sounded at the door.

"Where do you, a rebellious traitor, want to take this lonely concubine?"

Gao Di stepped in leisurely, followed closely by the Imperial Guards holding sharp weapons, who instantly poured into the small room, surrounding everyone in the middle.

Gao Qian stood outside the crowd, his black eyes staring intently at the man with red eyes crying in the center.

She had lied to him again.

In order to deceive him, he did not hesitate to put on a play with others to trick him into being fooled and make him happy in vain.

"Concubine Shu, have you forgotten? Gu Ke has been waiting for you."

Yu Wenjue looked over coldly, his lips almost pursed into a line.

Yuchi Yuan clenched his sword tightly and guarded it in front of Yu Wenjue, always ready for battle.

Xiao Qianyi took advantage of people's unpreparedness and pressed her sword against Liang Huan's neck without any warning, looking at Gao Qian behind them.

"Qi Jun, do you want to collect the body of your concubine Shu?"

Gao Qian's eyes were cold and he said nothing with a sullen face.

Liang Huan frowned and remained motionless.

Yu Wenjue grasped the blade of the sword, blood dripping down his fingers and falling to the ground.

Liang Huan stared at the dazzling blood, her head buzzed, and her whole body became cold.

Xiao Qianyi's face changed drastically and her voice was deep and sad: "Yu Wenjue, don't be stupid, you have fallen into their trap!"

"It has nothing to do with her." Yu Wenjue didn't look at her, only stared at the person in front of him, his voice was calm.

Xiao Qianyi held the sword and did not dare to move anymore. She glared at Liang Huan fiercely: "You have to kill him before you are willing to do it!"

Liang Huan's face was as white as paper, his lips moved, and he shook his head gently.

Yu Wenjue said coldly: "Xiao Qianyi, if you dare to say one more word, I will kill you."

Xiao Qianyi's eyes turned red and she was furious: "Yu Wenjue, you will die in her hands sooner or later!"

Yu Wenjue didn't care, and didn't care that his hands were still bleeding. He lowered his head and looked at Liang Han, and said softly again.

"Huanhan, come with me."

He held the sword blade with one hand and tried to hold Liang Huan's hand with the other.

Liang Huan suddenly took a step back, avoiding his hand, looking at him deeply with a pale face, and walked towards the gloomy man.

"婠婠!"

Yu Wenjue watched her approaching Gao Qian, his pupils shrank, his heart felt like it was torn apart, and the pain made his whole body tremble.

He threw away the sword in his hand and rushed forward in a few steps, but was targeted by more swords and was unable to take another half step forward.

Liang Huan ignored the violent people behind him, pushed aside the forbidden troops, and walked up to Gao Qian.

With red eyes, he smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, I was wrong. I should not have lied to you. I will go back with you. Please let them go."

Gao Qian's cold face was unmoved, standing upright like a lifeless sculpture.

Something welled up in his eyes. Liang Huan lowered his head to wipe it, pursed his lips, and raised his head again.

"I know, Your Majesty likes to see me, please."

"Liang Huan!"

"婠婠!"

Almost at the same time, someone’s voice sounded trembling.

Liang Huan tried her best to keep her eyes wide open, not daring to blink again. She just looked at Gao Qian and took a slow breath: "I beg your Majesty."

Gao Qian couldn't bear it anymore, and his jealousy and resentment spewed out in an instant.

"Do you really think Gushe is reluctant to kill you?"

Liang Huan shook his head calmly: "You have already killed me once, so I will not threaten you with my life. I will only beg you to let them go."

She swallowed her tears and smiled at Gao Qian: "I beg your majesty to let them go."

Without waiting for Gao Qian's reply, Liang Han knelt down.

"do not want!"

The moment her knees almost touched the ground, a pair of hands hugged her firmly, carrying a faint scent of cold pine.

His voice was low.

"From now on, I don't want you to beg anyone."

Liang Huan turned around and met a pair of red eyes, tears streaming down his face.

Yu Wenjue held her and stood carefully, lowering his head to look at her.

"Huanhua, I don't want you to beg anyone."

Liang Huan met his pitiful eyes, and the tears she held back poured down.

Yu Wenjue blocked the waist and held the person in his arms.

Liang Huan buried her head and hugged his waist tightly.

Someone stepped forward hesitantly and asked for instructions.

"Your Highness, the people outside have been cleaned up. How will Mr. Qi deal with them?"

Liang Huan was startled and suddenly looked up.

Gao Qian was held hostage under a long sword. There was no trace of fear on his face. Instead, he curled his lips and smiled faintly, with sinister and terrifying eyes.

Yu Wenjue let go of Liang Huan, glanced at him, and said softly, as cold as frost and snow, "Kill."

"No!" Liang Huan's eyes widened in horror. He grabbed Yu Wenjue's shirt tightly and shook his head desperately.

"Can't kill!"