Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Cao Ruomi raised his head and shouted with the last bit of strength: "You, stop, what did you do to Wen Jin..."

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, not even half as gentle and pleasant as before.

Liang Huan did not look back, his expression was indifferent.

"Didn't you already guess it?"

The steps under his feet only paused for a moment, almost not stopping.

As we walked further, we could still vaguely hear faint yells, curses, and choked sobs.

Liang Han didn't care. There were many resentful ghosts and ghosts in the cold palace. Who knew who sent them, or maybe it was just an illusion.

The door of the cold palace closed tightly behind the back with a dull creaking sound, as if an unknown past was hidden in ice and snow.

Liang Huan looked up at the sky, which was blue.

What is buried in the earth will eventually decay, but what lives under the sky will continue.

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Liang Huan was not surprised at all when he learned that Zhou Yun had asked for orders to go to Ye Yang.

The wind was very strong on the day Zhou Yun set out.

When Liang Huan went out, Xiang Lan and Nanny Xin took Xi'er and Gao Xin to put kites in the garden.

From a distance, I saw a dark blue figure. There were not many people traveling with him, only five or six. He was just going to take over the post of Wen Hou Xue Yan.

As he got closer, the strong wind made his clothes rustle.

Liang Han suddenly remembered that day, in the drizzle, Zhou Yun stood alone at the door holding an umbrella, looking at the double-petaled begonia in the rain, lost in thought, less casual and more serious.

But at this moment, there are no double-flowered crabapples and no Taoqi Garden. There are only cold city walls and buildings, and the people are only solemn.

"Zhou Yun."

Liang Huan walked forward in silence. He wasn't called General Zhou, nor was he called Taiwei Zhou, just Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun bent down halfway, straightened up again, raised his lips and smiled at her.

Obviously he still looks like the same person, but it seems like there is another soul hidden under the body.

Liang Huan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I think I still owe you a bag of money."

Zhou Yun frowned, unable to remember clearly. Suddenly he was stunned and suddenly remembered, and the smile on his lips gradually turned into a sigh.

"sorry."

Liang Huan's heart felt sour, and her eyes instantly filled with tears. This apology was really unnecessary.

"If I hadn't blinded him with a leaf, how could I have harmed him——" Zhou Yun had a lump in his throat and couldn't continue.

Liang Huan shook her head at him: "Do you know why I must see you before you leave?"

Zhou Yun sighed: "I'm afraid I'm going to commit suicide..."

Liang Huan smiled softly: "That's right, that's also wrong."

She stopped talking and took out a letter from her arms and handed it to him.

Zhou Yun accepted the letter with confusion. When he saw the words on the envelope, he looked at Liang Han in surprise, with waves in his eyes.

They have studied together since childhood and are very familiar with each other's handwriting.

"Is this?" His tone was full of disbelief.

Liang Huan smiled and nodded: "He asked me to pass this on to you. I think you should meet somewhere."

With doubts filling his chest, Zhou Yun pursed his lips. Instead of opening the letter in a hurry, he looked at her deeply and said, "Take care."

"Take care of yourself."

Zhou Yun took a few steps back and got on his horse.

He tightened the reins, moved his lips, and hesitated a little.

Liang Huan looked at him and nodded: "Don't worry."

Zhou Yun held the reins, cupped his fists and saluted, raised his whip, and rode away with a light horse.

Liang Huan stood there and watched several people and horses leave.

When he turned around again, he saw a silhouette of Mu Yanzi walking in the opposite direction of the palace.

"Danqing."

Liang Huan called softly, and the person walking forward stopped, but stood still.

It looked desolate and lonely.

Liang Huan took a few steps to catch up: "How about we go sit in Hanguang Hall?"

Cao Danqing turned back to look at her, with wet red eyes still filled with tears.

In the Hanguang Hall, fruit and cakes were placed on the tables, and the palace maids were still busy.

Cao Danqing lowered his head and held the celadon cup. The scalding tea had become warm.

Liang Huan raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, then added some hot water to her cup: "I haven't made tea for a long time."

Reconciliation is easy, but it is as difficult as before.

The relationship between Cao Danqing and Zhou Yun will never be the same again.

Liang Huan sighed silently. She still remembered that in the palace of Duke Wei, Cao Danqing jumped briskly to Zhou Yun, took his arm with a smile, tilted his head and called Yunlang affectionately without regard for etiquette.

The hall fell into silence for no reason, and laughter could not be heard from the door.

When Liang Huan raised her head, Yuan Zhi had already stepped forward to greet her. Aunt Xin was holding Xi'er, and Xianglan was leading Gao Xin.

Gao Xin was holding a big paper kite in her small hand, its long tail dragging on the ground.

Yuan Zhi stepped forward to take the kite and asked someone to get water for them.

Gao Xin seemed to be tired from playing. After washing his face and washing his hands, he sat in front of a table and ate hibiscus cake, three pieces in a row.

When Liang Huan came out of the inner hall with Xi'er in her arms, she saw Gao Xin eating with cake crumbs all around his mouth.

Cao Danqing wiped it for him with a handkerchief.

Liang Huan bit her lip, Danqing only thought Gao Xin was his nephew, and probably didn't know he was Zhou Yun's child.

Before he could get closer, he heard someone coming in from the door and said with a smile.

"Eying's place should be the busiest place in the entire Nancheng Palace, right?"

Cao Danqing and others looked over and saw Lu Wanying, who was wearing a peach-colored palace skirt, as beautiful as a peach blossom.

There was a smile on her lips, but when she saw Cao Danqing and Gao Xin in her crooked eyes, her smile instantly disappeared.

Seeing her reaction, Liang Huan immediately waved everyone away.

The fact that Gao Xin is not a prince has been kept secret among them.

The Queen Mother knew very well that she suppressed the matter between Cao Ruomi and Zhou Yun that day, otherwise she would not have agreed.

The Queen Mother naturally wanted to do it for the royal family's sake, while Gao Qian also needed to borrow the Zhou family and other forces.

But Gao Xin cannot last long...

Before Lu Wanying opened his mouth, Liang Huan took the lead and said: "Lieutenant Zhou is leaving today, and I specially invite his wife to speak."

Liang Huan said and gave her a look to remind her not to point it out yet.

Lu Wanying was stunned for a moment, smiled knowingly, and nodded.

Cao Danqing lowered his head and saluted, unaware of the eye contact between the two.

Liang Huan held Xi'er and sat on the other side of Gao Xin, while Lu Wanying could only sit opposite Gao Xin.

Cao Danqing poured a cup of tea for Lu Wanying, who took it with a smile.

Lu Wanying took a sip, looked up at Gao Xin and tutted: "Don't tell me, I saw that Ah Xin and Captain Zhou really look alike!"

Cao Danqing stopped wiping Gao Xin's mouth and looked over in surprise.

"Lu Zhaoyi, what are you talking about!" Liang Huan became angry and glared at her fiercely.

Lu Wanying curved her lips and smiled: "Cousin, there are no outsiders here. What are you afraid of? She will know sooner or later."

Since that day, Lu Wanying revealed that Lu Xiu was not the son of the Grand Master, but the Empress Dowager. He only called her cousin, even in front of the Empress Dowager and Gao Qian.

She had always been eccentric, and the two of them only scolded her for not knowing the rules, not knowing the hidden irony in this.

Liang Huan endured it and ordered people to take Xi'er and Gao Xin down.

However, Cao Danqing held Gao Xin's hand and stared at Gao Xin's face with trembling lips.

"Sister Ah Huan?"

Liang Huan gritted his teeth.

Lu Wanying picked up a piece of white jade cake, watching the show was not a big deal, and raised her eyebrows with a happy expression.

"Does it look more and more like it?"