Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Tai Chi Hall, which is usually as bright as day, is surprisingly dim tonight, but it does not prevent the music from resounding inside.

Liang Huan stood at the door of the east hall of Tai Chi Hall and gently glanced at the person kneeling in front of him, feeling funny in his heart.

Qian Ming had clearly meant something in his words just now, but now he wanted to ask carefully. Not only was she missing, but the waiter at the door also refused to let her in. What was going on?

Afraid that she would go in and destroy the emperor for fun?

There was a smile on Liang Huan's lips: "If you hadn't stopped me today, I would have never experienced the feeling of being shut out of the Tai Chi Palace. Will I not be able to enter the Tai Chi Palace once I sit in the Queen's position?"

The chamberlain shook his head and turned pale with nervousness: "Queen, forgive me, I don't dare, I don't dare, I don't, too..."

"I am also following orders." Liang Huan understood clearly.

"Yes, the Queen is right." The servant's eyes showed gratitude.

Liang Huan nodded lightly: "Very good. He is a good boy. Come on, take this pill."

"Ah?" The chamberlain was dumbfounded, staring at the pills that were handed to him, and swallowed: "Please forgive me!"

Liang Huan shook his head and smiled: "Why, you are just following orders and have to wait and see what is served? I didn't say that I wanted to go in. I just want to test your loyalty on behalf of the Lord."

The palace servant next to him was speechless and secretly glanced at the person who took the pill with sympathy.

The waiter's face was earthy.

"The Queen."

Someone called her, Liang Huan turned around, it was Jiang Wei.

"Jiang Hujun? Does the Lord order you to stop me from doing anything?"

Jiang Wei was stunned for a moment and lowered his eyes: "No."

Liang Huan ignored the others and returned his eyes to his eyes.

The waiter had no choice but to swallow the pills under his gaze, and fell to the ground in a short while.

Liang Huan looked at everyone with a smile: "Who else wants to try?"

Everyone was as silent as a cicada.

Jiang Wei's expression changed: "The Queen wants to——"

Liang Huan walked around the lying man, opened the door, and looked back at him with a smile: "What do you think Jiang Hujun wants from me? If he is so loyal, shouldn't he be rewarded with a good night's sleep?"

Everyone at the door looked at the person lying on the ground in surprise. Wasn't he dead?

Liang Huan walked in alone, and the half-bright candle flame only illuminated the lampstand, adding an ambiguous color to the hall for no reason.

The sound underfoot was covered by the moving orchestral silk and bamboo.

On the open space covered with cashmere blankets, there is a graceful and beautiful dancer dancing happily with bare feet, and there is also a group of musicians accompanying her. A person in black is half leaning and half lying on a dragon chair, surrounded by people. There were several concubines dressed up in costumes, some serving tea, some pouring wine, some passing fruits, and some beating their legs to serve.

This scene seems familiar.

When they suddenly saw the Queen, the dancing music stopped and the laughter disappeared. The lively laughter just now suddenly turned into silence. Everyone was dumbfounded and even forgot to salute the Queen.

They forgot, but Liang Huan did not.

She walked closer and bowed politely. Her tone was full of apology: "Your Majesty, I forgive you. I didn't mean to interrupt you. I just came to ask for money."

As he rolled his eyes, he quickly glanced around, never looking at that overly pale face from beginning to end. Suddenly, his eyes stopped.

There seemed to be a fat man in the dark corner, kneeling with his back to the hall.

It was Qian Ming she was looking for.

Liang Huan walked towards Qian Ming.

Everyone was frightened and secretly observed the emperor's face, but did not see the anger or gloominess they expected. They just remained silent and stared at the only figure walking in the palace, with no one else in their eyes.

Gao Qian lowered his eyes, stared at the wine glass in his hand, and squeezed the body of the glass with his fingers: "The Queen dares to break into the Tai Chi Palace without permission, someone is here!"

He hadn't spoken for a long time, and when he suddenly spoke, his voice was hoarse.

Liang Huan seemed oblivious and walked to Qian Ming's side: "Follow me out——"

"Queen." Gao Qian stood up suddenly and threw away the wine glass.

The wine glass hit the ground, and the sharp sound made everyone startled, and they all fell to their knees.

Qian Ming glanced at Liang Huan and didn't dare to get up.

Jiang Wei stepped in with the forbidden troops.

"His Majesty."

Gao Qian said in a deep voice: "The servants in the Taiji Palace who neglect their duties will all be executed."

Kill them all?

Liang Huan narrowed his eyes.

"Yes." Jiang Weigang lowered his head, and suddenly there was a sound in his ears. With quick eyesight, he quickly grabbed the hand that was drawing the sword, "Empress?!"

Out of instinctive defense, Jiang Wei's hand was very strong, and Liang Huan let out a low cry of pain.

She glared over: "Let go!"

Jiang Wei hesitated, he shouldn't have touched the queen, but he saw her stealing weapons in front of the emperor, for fear of doing something detrimental to the emperor, how could he let go?

Liang Huan didn't let go, and Jiang Wei didn't let go either. They remained in a stalemate.

Liang Huan frowned and turned to look at Gao Qian, but he tilted his head and looked away. He paused for a moment and said, "If you go back now, I won't kill them."

Another blackmail?

Liang Huan pursed her lips and laughed as if she heard a joke: "I can't even care about my own life or death, how can I care about others?"

Gao Qian's pupils shrank and he said nothing.

"Let go!" Liang Huan shouted at Jiang Wei, and pulled out hard regardless of the possibility of cutting someone.

This sound was so powerful that it made people's hearts tremble.

Liang Huan took advantage of Jiang Wei's surprised moment and drew out his sword.

Jiang Weizheng was about to take it back, but saw the emperor's eyes indicating that he had no choice but to give up, but he did not dare to take it lightly and looked alert.

Liang Huan walked towards the silent man step by step with his sword in hand. The dancing girl musician who was kneeling on the ground didn't know what was going on, so she trembled and carefully avoided it.

Liang Huan came to a stop in front of Gao Qian, and put a long sword on his neck amidst everyone's exclamations.

She looked at him intently: "Is it fun to decide life and death at will? Is it fun to threaten other people's lives?"

"Gao Qian, what kind of emperor are you? Besides killing innocent people indiscriminately, what else do you do? What do other people's lives mean to you? In your eyes, other people are not even as good as a cat or a dog!"

Liang Huan tilted his head and smiled with red eyes: "Why do others deserve to be trampled and humiliated by you, for you to vent your entertainment, and to satisfy your perverted desire to kill?"

"Long live? Why do you have people shouting long live all day long? Look at yourself, do you deserve it?"

She gritted her teeth and said with hatred: "You are the most deserving person in this world to be cut to pieces! The most deserving person to be reviled and despised is you! The most deserving person to die without a burial place is you! I just wish I could have killed him with my own hands one day earlier. you!"

The sudden change shocked everyone. When they woke up, someone shouted to protect them. The imperial army swarmed up, surrounded them in the center, and aimed their cold blades at Liang Huan's back.

Liang Huan was not afraid at all and held the sword with all his strength: "Do you really think I will be afraid of this Gu? I tell you, I will never!"

"Empress, what are you doing?" Qian Ming walked forward on his knees and shouted from the side with a trembling voice.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes unblinking, staring nervously at the trembling hands that were holding the sword.

There was no movement on Gao Qian's face, as if he were a cold, lifeless body, with his only pair of black eyes looking at her calmly.

"Liang Huan, do you feel any pain?"