Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Another person was brought up.

It was clearly prepared for her.

An almost invisible sneer appeared on Liang Huan's lips, she withdrew her hand from Yu Wenjue's palm, took two steps back and bowed slightly, looking downcast.

"Since His Highness is physically inconvenient, why not let my concubine do the work for you? Does the Duke think this is okay?"

The expressions of several people present changed.

Yu Wenke stared at Liang Han steadily, and was stunned for a long time, as if he couldn't believe it, and his scrutinizing eyes were full of doubts.

"The concubine can also ride and shoot?"

Liang Huan pursed her lips: "I don't dare to say that I know how to do it. I only know a little bit about it."

Yu Wenjue frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "No nonsense."

Yu Wenke stared at Liang Huan in doubt, his eyes turned around on their faces, and he burst into laughter: "Prince Qi, don't be so stingy, let us also see the concubine's heroic appearance."

Then he ordered his men to prepare their horses and take their bows.

Liang Huan ignored Yu Wenjue's gaze towards her and pursed her lips at Yu Wenke with a smile.

It was this smile that made the originally ordinary face appear radiant and stunning for a moment.

Yun Ji has stepped down from the high platform and offers soft words of advice.

"Concubine, don't force yourself. This horse-riding and archery thing is no joke. If you get injured, don't worry King Qi."

After a pause, he looked at Yu Wenjue: "Do you think so, Your Highness King Qi?"

Yu Wenjue's eyes were calm and he didn't say a word.

An attendant led the horse forward and presented the bow and arrow.

Liang Huan smiled and refused: "It doesn't have to be so troublesome. I can just use His Highness's. Win or lose will also be considered His Highness's."

She didn't believe Feng Qingyue.

Liang Huan glanced at Yu Wenjue. His eyes were loose, knowing that he was agreeing.

I know the deeper meaning of this promise.

Liang Huan then walked behind him, and under the astonished gazes of everyone, he jumped lightly, turned over and mounted his horse.

The movements were smooth and smooth, and the expressions of the people in front of him were different. Only bystanders who didn't know the truth spoke out in praise.

Yu Wenke frowned and looked at Yun Ji who was also surprised. He had never heard of the news that Liang could ride and shoot.

Could it be that this is really a fake?

Liang Huan ignored their expressions and sat on the horse with a smile.

She and Feng Qingyue knew each other very well about what they knew and what they didn't know.

Liang Huan held the reins with one hand and reached out to Yu Wenjue with the other hand, asking him for a bow and arrows.

Yu Wenjue personally helped Liang Han tie the quiver, handed her the bow, and said seriously: "It doesn't matter if we lose."

Liang Huan's eyes were slightly sour, and her heart was astringent. She smiled at him and said, "Okay."

Yu Wenke suddenly came to his senses, and a sly smile appeared on his lips. Was he waiting for an opportunity to attack him?

He secretly signaled Yun Ji with his eyes to take action immediately if something went wrong.

An attendant came forward and said, "The Duke is ready."

Liang Huan looked over again, and saw that the dead bodies had been cleaned up, and the newly brought people had been driven into the middle.

She withdrew her gaze from afar, raised her lips and smiled: "My lord, please don't leave me alone with my concubine."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted the reins, clamped the horse's belly with both legs, and with a soft cry, the horse started galloping. When he looked again, he saw that it had already sprinted a long distance.

Yu Wenke pulled the reins and turned the direction, glanced at Wushan Lan's retreating figure, and smiled meaningfully at Yu Wenjue: "Looking forward to the concubine's surprise."

After that, he rode his horse to catch up.

Another attendant brought a military doctor, but Yu Wenjue ignored them completely and only stared at the woman riding a horse and shooting arrows in the distance.

Even though they were so far apart, he could clearly see her hand holding the arrow trembling slightly.

But every arrow fired was fast and hard, hitting the vital point and killing every targeted target accurately.

After a while, his proficient and superb skills won applause from both the court and the audience.

I really didn’t expect that such a plain-looking woman could be so stunning and impressive when riding and shooting.

Every move and every smile on the horse is carefully designed for this bloody game.

Thinking about it carefully, she felt frightened. Every ordinary woman would be trembling when she saw this scene, but she seemed to have played it countless times. Her graceful posture and skillful skills were all at her fingertips.

Yu Wenjue narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tightly pressed lips showed sharp lines.

No one knew that every arrow shot was pierced into his heart, causing pain to his bones and blood flowing like water.

Yun Ji next to her stared blankly, as if she was dumbfounded. They were from the Xue family, and even Liang Jing was among them...

She was so indifferent.

If not for the close acquaintance of the past ten years, I would have almost thought that the person was not Liang Huan.

Yun Ji had an uncertain look on her face.

A horn sounded and the time was up.

Liang Huan also shot the last arrow, one arrow piercing the heart, fast and accurate.

The wind beside my ears whimpered, like a person's last cry before death.

She drove her horse back.

Yu Wenjue stepped forward to meet him with calm eyes.

Their eyes only met briefly in the air, but they hit the deepest part of my heart.

Under the gaze of everyone, Yu Wenjue held the horse, carried the person down, and held her hand, which seemed to be frozen and freezing.

Liang Huan gently twitched the corner of her mouth: "You believe in me, and I believe in you."

Yu Wenjue narrowed his eyes and hugged her tightly, feeling a terrible pain in his chest.

"The concubine is good at archery! It's really eye-opening!" Someone came from behind on horseback and laughed loudly.

Liang Huan closed her eyes and took a breath, then stepped away from Yu Wenjue's arms and turned to look over: "It's just a showy display but not real."

Yu Wenke jumped off the horse, threw the bow to the attendant, and stared at Liang Han with surprise, surprise, and regret.

"I wonder where the concubine's master of riding and archery came from?"

Liang Huan stiffened and smiled lightly: "It's just a hunter in the mountains, not worth mentioning."

Yu Wenke looked at the plain and boring face, and the person in the portrait suddenly appeared in his mind. How attractive would that face be if it were matched with this riding shot?

Pity.

Yunji was frightened, Yu Wenke clearly believed that she was not Liang Han, and even regretted that she was not Liang Han.

She bit her lip tightly, and she should have let Liang Huan die with this face in her face.

Liang Huan's heart was filled with excitement and she couldn't help but feel nauseated. She looked at the blood stains on her purple clothes and said to Yu Wenke, "Please allow me to accompany your highness to change clothes."

Yu Wenke glanced at the person in front of him, and his eyes flashed: "Yunji, didn't you see the blood on the concubine's face?"

Yu Wenjue remained silent, his eyes dark.

Yun Ji said with a sinking heart: "Don't worry, Lord, I have prepared a tent for changing clothes."

Yu Wenke took a look at the sky, turned around and said to the guests with a smile, wait until she fainted, and then send the dancer off.

Everyone agreed with laughter, completely unable to see that the field not far away was full of dead bodies and bloodstains.

Yu Wenjue hugged Liang Huan and followed Yun Ji to the tent.

It was already dark.

Yun Ji stopped at the door, invited the two of them in with a smile, and ordered the military doctor to bandage Yu Wenjue's wounds.

Even though Qingzhu and Yuan were guarding the tent, Liang Huan still stared at the military doctor closely.

Yu Wenke was worried that he wouldn't let anyone check Yu Wenjue's injuries.

Yu Wenjue cooperated except for holding her hand.

After the military doctor finished bandaging, he went to die. Yunji and her maid brought water and clean clothes.

She originally wanted to stay as a personal attendant, but Liang Huan declined.

There were only two of them left in the tent.

Liang Huan was about to speak when Yu Wenjue stretched out his hand, pulled her into his arms, leaned down and kissed her.

Liang Huan's half-closed eyes caught a glimpse of a moving figure on the tent, and she simply straddled him, hooking her hands around his neck and trying to respond.

Yu Wenjue held her waist and put her down, leaning forward to cover her. His lips were no longer satisfied with the status quo, but slowly moved towards her neck.

Liang Huan kissed his ear while breathing, her voice was too low to be heard.

"He's going to kill you."