Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

It was dark outside the window, and the candlelight inside the house was dim.

In the quiet night, only the sound of gurgling water could be heard.

After washing, Liang Huan leaned in front of the desk, holding his chin in one hand and writing with a pen in the other. Occasionally he raised his eyes slightly and looked through the heavy files on the desk.

She didn't know when she would be able to finish it, and she was afraid of staying up too late, so she asked Qingzhu and others to rest.

Therefore, there were only two people in the room, she and Yu Wenjue, each with a desk and table.

He never likes to be disturbed by others when handling his affairs.

Liang Huan was also happy to be quiet.

After finishing one piece, she put down her pen and moved her wrist. As soon as her hand touched her neck, another pair of hands pressed on her neck and shoulders first.

Yu Wenjue didn't know when he finished his work and walked behind her.

Liang Huan turned her head and looked at him: "Are you done?"

Yu Wenjue responded.

They specially visited the old city in Danchuan. Not only had it been abandoned for a long time, even the land was not suitable for planting. Thinking about the spring floods and autumn floods every year, there are always large and small floods along the Fenhe River, and a lot of money is spent on disaster relief every year. It would be better to build weirs and dams here, which will not only help farmland irrigation, but also prevent floods. , it can be said that it achieves multiple things with one stone.

Yu Wenjue reported this proposal to Zhou Jun, but there was no reply after many days.

The day before yesterday, Gongsun Xu sent news from Luo'an, saying that there were many voices of opposition in the DPRK.

Even if the emperor agreed, he was blocked by many people. He said that at this time, it was more time to focus on the war ahead and use the power of the whole country to win Qi as soon as possible.

When Yu Wenjue heard the news, he did not stop the preparations he was doing.

Liang Huan knew that he must have expected it.

After all, the two countries are currently at war. Building dams is not an easy task, and it also requires a lot of manpower and material resources.

There is precedent for disaster relief and disaster relief, and it is not too troublesome, so he focused more on preparing to build weirs and dams.

Although Liang Huan didn't know much about this aspect, it didn't stop him from helping to check and organize the old registration information.

Yu Wenjue helped her gently rub her shoulders: "It's very late, let's go and rest."

When Liang Huan heard this, she quickly grabbed his hand, pulled him to sit beside her, winked and smiled.

"Now that your highness is done with your work, why don't you help your servant?"

During these few days outside, Liang Huan dressed up as a maid and followed him.

It's also convenient for them.

Yu Wenjue frowned and looked at her: "I advise you to think carefully about how to address me."

Liang Huan pretended not to understand, grabbed the pen on the desk and put it into his hand: "There are two more to write, one for Your Highness and one for your slave, just right!"

Yu Wenjue looked at the man who was pretending to be confused and his teeth itched with hatred: "You must give me some benefits."

Liang Huan spread out the paper, took another pen, lowered his head without looking at him, and said while writing: "This seems to be a matter assigned to His Highness by Lord Zhou. Shouldn't Your Highness go to him to ask for a reward? Besides, This slave is doing something for His Highness. Your Highness doesn’t pay the slave, so why is he asking for favors from the slave?”

Yu Wenjue put down his pen, narrowed his eyes and looked at her with interest: "Speaking of which, what do you want as reward?"

Liang Huan stopped writing and still didn't look at him. She tilted her head and thought about it carefully, then said happily: "The old rule is to stick to a bunch of pearls."

A handful of pearls?

Yu Wenjue raised her lips, locked her thin wrist, took out the pen from her palm and put it aside, saying meaningfully: "But why do I feel it's not enough?"

Liang Huan's face turned red when he looked at him. She hurriedly avoided his eyes and said with a smile: "Your Highness has always been generous. One pod of dendrobium is not enough, so how about two pods?"

Yu Wenjue grabbed her waist and lifted her forward, slowly lowered his head and got close to her face: "But I still feel it's not enough. Are you so easily satisfied?"

Liang Huan's cheeks turned red under his hot gaze, and she nodded repeatedly: "Satisfied, contented people are always happy."

Seeing her shy look, Yu Wenjue smiled lowly: "I haven't given you anything yet."

Liang Huan put her hands on his chest as he leaned over, and her face became even redder: "Actually, it's fine if you don't need any reward."

Yu Wenjue stared into her eyes, lowered his head and pecked her lips: "That's not okay."

Liang Huan's face instantly turned red, and her whole body felt hot: "Don't make trouble, my injury is still——"

Not yet?

Liang Huan couldn't say anything else. He was responsible for applying the medicine every day. He didn't know better than anyone else whether it was good or not?

Yu Wenjue glanced at her flushed face, extinguished the candle on the table, gently hugged her, and carried her to the bed.

In the darkness, Liang Huan's back sank into the soft quilt, and then, a body with a faint cold pine scent came closer, and a pair of strong arms hugged her into his arms.

Liang Huan pressed her burning face against his chest, her heart pounding non-stop.

With a smile hidden on his lips, Yu Wenjue placed a kiss on the top of her head, patted her back gently, and comforted her like a cub: "Don't be afraid."

The deep voice was full of tenderness.

He said he was not afraid, which made Liang Huan even more nervous.

However, after waiting for a while, there was no other movement.

Liang Huan curled up in his arms and blinked.

Is he... asleep?

Liang Huan raised his head and looked at him: "You——"

As soon as he uttered a word, there were lips covering it. I thought it would be out of control, but I didn't want to just have a taste of it.

Yu Wenjue quickly let go of her, his eyes bright in the darkness: "Speak again, please."

Liang Huan was stunned and confused: "What did you say?"

Yu Wenjue frowned and tightened his arms around her like punishment: "How should you call me?"

Liang Huan coughed lightly and muttered for a long time.

Yu Wenjue waited quietly.

Liang Huan licked her lips and whispered two words: "Master Husband."

"Well," Yu Wenjue lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, "I will call you this every day from now on."

He said, taking her hand, interlocking their fingers with hers, and lying quietly.

Liang Huan closed her eyes, leaned on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, gradually feeling sleepy.

Just when she was about to fall asleep, someone called her gently.

"婠婠."

"Ok?"

Liang Huan's eyelids were heavy and she closed her eyes to answer him. There was warm breath close to her ears, her voice was low and soft, and then she patted her back.

*

In the afternoon of the next day, they finished inspecting the disaster areas as usual, returned to their residence and had a simple meal, and then went out again, not to see the refugees, but to board a carriage.

The carriage swayed all the way east.

Liang Huan was sitting on the carriage, still looking through the classics in his hands.

Yu Wenjue looked at her with a smile: "No matter when and where you are, you are always full of energy to plan things."

Liang Huan ignored his joke, lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out the window: "Where are we going?"

Yu Wenjue said calmly: "Ye Yang."

Liang Huan was startled, then slowed down, put down the curtain and turned his head.

Yu Wenjue lowered his eyelashes.

Yeyang is where Zhou Yun was buried.

She still remembered that day in Jinye, his whip was raised and he rode away from behind.

I also remember that in the dark night, she was running hard in front, and the soldiers were chasing her. It was Zhou Yun who stopped her on the street and dragged her into the carriage without saying a word...

She never quite believed that a person like that would die like that.

Liang Huan's eyes fell back to the book in his hand, as if those people who died young in previous lives were still dead after all.

"Will you go to the wedding tomorrow?"