Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

The corner of Liang Huan's mouth twitched, and he was about to explain, but he heard the people behind the screen calmly retreating from Qingzhu and others.

She hid behind the steam to look at him.

Yu Wenjue had changed into clean and loose clothes. His black hair was half-dried and hung loosely, looking very casual and relaxed.

Liang Huan's face burned as she looked at his slightly open collar. Her heart was extremely nervous, and her heartbeat became louder as he approached.

"I……"

When he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was hoarse and his face became even hotter.

Yu Wenjue glanced at her and gently lifted the person out of the water.

The water droplets on her body slid down the water along the exquisite curves, and her exposed skin came into contact with the cool air in vain. She could not help but shrink slightly and get goosebumps all over her body.

Yu Wenjue picked up the dry cotton handkerchief on the side, carefully wiped away the water drops, carefully lifted the person out of the bathtub, then changed his clothes and twisted his hair.

He looked attentive and serious, doing everything without any excessive behavior.

The burning cheeks cooled down little by little in the gentle and loving gesture.

Liang Huan looked at him with a guilty conscience.

Yu Wenjue didn't seem to see it.

After everything was sorted, he carried her to the next room, laid her down on the large soft couch, and then sat down.

There were only two of them in the room, and it was so quiet that they could only hear each other's breathing and the sound of water outside.

From beginning to end, his expression was very calm and he remained silent.

Liang Huan glanced at him secretly, as if she was the only one whose thoughts were ups and downs from beginning to end.

Until he reached out to lift her clothes, she subconsciously avoided the touch of his hand.

Yu Wenjue's eyes dimmed and his outstretched hand froze.

Liang Huan held his hand, biting her lip and not knowing what to say, her face turned red again.

Yu Wenjue glanced at her shy eyes, sighed slightly, brushed her damp hair away, leaned down and kissed her neck.

"You have suffered so many injuries, I have to see them with my own eyes."

I don't know if it was because he hadn't spoken for a long time, but when he suddenly spoke, his voice became hoarse.

Liang Huan held his hand, her eyes were sore, and she pulled the corners of her mouth with a big smile: "It just looks scary, but it doesn't hurt that much."

Yu Wenjue squinted his eyes and remained silent, but the dark color under his eyes was frighteningly thick.

For a moment, Liang Huan couldn't tell who he was angry with, and she didn't know how to comfort him, so she could only follow him to remove the clothes that were in the way.

After Yu Wenjue put her down, he pulled the thin sheet aside and covered her with some. Then he took the trauma ointment prepared in advance and applied it to her one area at a time.

The warm fingertips and the cold ointment made the body tremble, feeling ashamed and painful.

Liang Huan simply bit her lip and buried her head without looking at him. She let him go with her face red, and he didn't help her put her clothes back on until every wound on her body was treated with medicine.

He even bandaged some of the deep wounds for her.

Liang Huan was not unsurprised.

She remembered that she was kidnapped by the man in black and jumped off a cliff when she was desperate. Although he saved her when she woke up, he didn't know how to take care of others. Even if she was there to guide him, he was so clumsy that he didn't know the importance of it, which made her very painful. , but now the technique is still crude, but it is so meticulous and careful, for fear of her having any discomfort.

It's really jaw-dropping.

Yu Wenjue didn't raise his eyebrows or say a word, as if there was nothing more important than giving her medicine.

Liang Huan murmured in her heart and observed him silently. It was undeniable that he had really changed.

Yu Wenjue cleaned his hands and ordered people to bring him food.

Liang Huan half leaned on the soft cushions, looking at the table full of sumptuous foods, all of which were her favorite foods, and swallowed. In fact, she was already hungry.

Counting the days, I haven’t had a good meal in a long time.

Yu Wenjue picked up the porridge bowl and wanted to feed it to her.

Liang Huan took the small bowl from his hand and blinked at him: "You can use it with me."

Yu Wenjue smiled and nodded gently: "Okay."

Qingzhu, who was waiting on the side, saw Yu Wenjue's long-lost smile and immediately presented him with a bowl. He was surprised and said softly: "I don't know, Madam. Your Highness heard that something happened to Madam. She doesn't have enough water and rice these days, so she rushed there personally——"

Before he finished speaking, Qingzhu bowed his head and knelt on the ground, not daring to say another word.

Liang Huan saw it clearly, and Yu Wenjue only frowned slightly.

"Go down." His voice was cold.

"Yes." Qingzhu said with a white face, bowed to the ground and bowed down.

Liang Huan chewed the porridge in his mouth and stared at the calm man in front of him.

He used to be strict with his subordinates, but after a while, it turned out to be harsh.

Liang Huan felt very uncomfortable.

She put down the small bowl in her hand and took the initiative to hug him: "I made you worry."

Yu Wenjue put down the bowl in his hand and put his arm around her shoulders, slightly surprised, "I thought you would blame me."

Liang Huan lay in his arms: "I know your situation. You are afraid that if they talk to me too much, I will deliberately irritate you with words like last time, or I think I am thinking of you and treat you with tolerance and magnanimity. You push it to others..."

She sighed softly and hugged his waist: "I understand everything. Don't worry, I will tell you frankly if I have anything to say in the future."

Yu Wenjue stared at her and hugged her tightly, burying his head in her neck without saying a word.

Liang Huan gently stroked his back as if coaxing a child.

Just like that snowy day, after coming out of the Hall of Renshou, they were like two snow sculptures leaning together in the ice and snow, keeping each other company.

"Don't you like Xi'er? You haven't mentioned her to me since we met, and you even sent her to Lincheng without even seeing her..."

Liang Huan paused and added: "I know you put them in for their safety—"

He stepped away a little and looked at her with a solemn brow: "She is our child, so I like her."

like?

Liang Huan looked at him quietly, who likes to be so peaceful?

Yu Wenjue straightened up and took her hand. He lowered his eyes and pinched the soft fingers one by one. He was silent for a long time before speaking: "I suddenly don't hate him anymore."

Liang Huan was stunned for a moment, a little confused. Before she could ask any questions, she saw Yu Wenjue gently tugging at the corners of his lips and explaining.

"I mean Yuan Shaoyu, no, I should say Yu Wenheng."

She had heard Gao Qian say something about Yu Wenheng.

He should have survived the fire in the post house, but somehow changed his name and surname to Yuan Shaoyu, and then stayed in Qi.

I don't want to stay here forever.

but……

Liang Han pursed her lips and couldn't help but ask: "Why?"

Yu Wenjue lowered his eyes and remained silent, just pinching his delicate fingertips every now and then.

Seeing Liang Huan staring at him, Yu Wenjue pulled her into his arms and hugged her gently: "She is our child, I will be good to her."

Liang Huan frowned and was about to speak when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Yu Wenjue had no choice but to let her go, but still held her hand.

After receiving permission, Yuchi Yuan walked in, took a look at Liang Huan and said, "Your Highness, Madam, the assassin disappeared after waking up."

Liang Huan was surprised: "When did he wake up? How could he disappear?"

Weiyue was seriously injured and was poisoned. She couldn't walk far at all, not to mention they were still on the boat.

Liang Han pursed her lips and looked at Yu Wenjue.