Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

The surroundings were quiet, and Yu Wenjue took something out of his sleeve and put it into her palm.

Liang Huan lowered his head and looked at the small box, then raised his eyes slightly: "This is it?"

He looked at her calmly: "Antidote."

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I went home late at night, went to bed late, and woke up much later than usual.

Liang Huan stretched out very contentedly, not wanting to run into a wall of people.

She turned around in surprise and saw Yu Wenjue resting his head on his hands, looking at her at leisure.

Liang Huan looked at the man who pursed his lips and smiled, and rubbed his eyes.

Today it is rare to sleep until I wake up naturally, and it is even rarer to turn around and the person next to me is still there.

Yu Wenjue has always been self-disciplined, and she knows that. These days, due to flood control and disaster relief, and preparation for the construction of weirs and dams, he gets up earlier than before. Usually when she wakes up, he is already dealing with things outside.

Seeing her being so surprised, Yu Wenjue naturally stretched out his arms, gently pulled her into his arms.

"You forgot, today is Yu Wenke's wedding. We can get up later and go to the ceremony later."

Yes, I can take a break today.

Liang Huan pressed against his chest.

She really enjoyed being with him.

Every day when I open my eyes and find that my side is empty, my heart will also feel empty.

Liang Huan lay in his arms and looked up at him slightly: "Somehow, as soon as I woke up and saw you, I suddenly remembered the night I lived in Nanyuan that year. I cried in your arms for half the night. Then I fell asleep without realizing it... Then I gradually got used to this chest, this smell, this heartbeat... Lu Xiu, thank you. "

After saying that, Liang Huan closed her eyes and hugged his waist tightly, feeling a little sad and sour in her heart for no reason.

Before the war, she really thought she had completely lost him.

Now it is truly lost and found again.

Yu Wenjue said nothing, narrowed his eyes and stroked her hair again and again.

After a long silence, Yu Wenjue called her softly with a hoarse voice.

"婠婠?"

"Huh?" Liang Huan raised his eyes in confusion.

Yu Wenjue looked into his clear and translucent eyes and moved his lips, but said nothing.

This is the first time I find it so difficult to speak.

It wouldn't matter if he was just the Lu Xiu she loved wholeheartedly, but he still...

Liang Huan was surprised to see Yu Wenjue's frown and silence, and touched his face: "What's wrong?"

The dark pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making it difficult to see the emotions inside.

Every day after the reunion, I looked at her like this and hesitated to speak.

Liang Huan stepped away and asked again: "Do you have anything to say to me?"

Yu Wenjue held her hand and put it against his face. His eyes were darker than before. He was silent for a moment and said, "I think we can do this every day."

Liang Huan lowered his head and couldn't help laughing: "Yes."

After a pause, he raised his eyes and looked at him: "You have really changed."

How could he have said such a thing before?

impossible.

Even if I think it in my heart, I won't say it out loud.

Speaking of changes.

and also--

They hugged each other and slept every night, and she could clearly feel the changes in his body. She had even been waiting for him quietly several times, but after waiting for a long time, she still didn't see him before taking the next step.

She knew very well that they didn't have to do anything between them.

But he clearly wanted it so much, but he repeatedly used his reason to suppress his desire and desire, trying his best to endure and restrain it.

In the past, he didn't want to force her, but now? There has been no coercion between them for a long time. Not to mention that they have already given birth to Xi'er. Even the injuries on their bodies are almost healed, and there is no cowardice when they first met. Everything should have come naturally...

Liang Huan really couldn't understand, almost thinking that he had a grudge against her status as her beloved concubine in the past year.

But he never showed the slightest suspicion, and he didn't even ask about what happened in Nancheng Palace——

Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind. Liang Huan raised her head and looked at him seriously: "Shall I help you diagnose your pulse?"

Could it be that it was caused by the sword on the chest? Are you afraid of touching old wounds when you are intimate?

Although I checked the healing of his wound, I still didn’t diagnose his pulse. I should be more cautious, in case——

Yu Wenjue lowered his head and looked at her in surprise: "Why?"

Liang Huan's face was slightly hot and he hesitated to speak.

Although Yu Wenjue was confused, he still raised his wrist: "Are you worried about the old wound on your chest?"

Liang Huan put her hand on his wrist and responded.

After staring for a long time, his brows became tighter and tighter.

"What? What's wrong?"

As soon as Liang Huan raised his eyes, he met those unwavering black eyes, which were full of doubts at the moment.

Liang Huan shook his head and denied it.

Yu Wenjue smiled: "Then why do you look like this?"

Liang Huan lowered his eyes, and suddenly his heart moved. Could it be that her previous refusals made him mistakenly think that she was unwilling?

Or is he suffering from an unexplainable hidden disease?

No wonder he hesitated!

Liang Huan bit her lip, blushing, and slowly moved her hand down along his waistline until she was almost about to cover him, but someone quickly pulled him away with quick eyes and hands.

"You...what are you doing?"

The person who had always been calm and composed had rare embarrassment and panic in his eyes. He did not dare to look directly at her. A thin pink color appeared on his face. He muttered something awkward and a little bit resentful.

This look must be a misunderstanding.

Liang Huan quickly explained: "No, I just want to help you and I'm afraid it won't be convenient for you to tell others. I have no other intention..."

Yu Wenjue was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed again and again. His eyes looking at her became more and more strange, and his eyes that became colder were still a bit sulky.

No other meaning?

It seems to be getting darker and darker.

Liang Huan pursed her lips and said a little incoherently: "It's not that I don't have other meanings, it's just——"

Before he finished speaking, Yu Wenjue gritted his teeth and stuffed her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse.

"Only you dare to be so bold."

I don't know if he did it on purpose, but he held her lower back and held her firmly against her.

Feeling the strange oppression, Liang Huan instantly blushed with embarrassment, arched her body and hid her head in his arms, covering up her embarrassment while whispering in defense.

"Don't get me wrong... I really just care about you, and I'm not unwilling."

Yu Wenjue looked down and held her hand tightly.

Through the thin clothes, Liang Huan clearly sensed his emotion and urgency.

She raised her eyes slightly and met the scorching gaze, which seemed to swallow her up in the next moment.

It was a feeling that was both familiar and strange, with an unknown and confusing power.

The fever in Liang Huan's ears became even worse.

She lowered her eyes, gritted her teeth and secretly regretted it. Why should she be so eager to defend herself? It seemed hypocritical.

Liang Huan relieved his strength and relaxed his body. His free hand slipped under his clothes and touched the scar on his chest.

Although I knew the wound had healed, I only dared to caress it gently.

The location of this injury is special, so that medicine cannot be used.

Liang Huan sighed silently, opened his clothes, and kissed her gently.