Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

"Yunji."

Suddenly, the maid's call came from the door, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

Feng Qingyue came back to her senses and said in a deep voice: "What's the matter?"

The maid walked in, raised her eyes to glance at the back in front of the bronze mirror, and then said to Feng Qingyue: "The Duke asked you to take the tea here to the big tent."

Liang Huan's hand combing his hair paused slightly, and then became nonchalant again.

Feng Qingyue glanced at the teapot in surprise. In the flash of lightning, she seemed to have captured some important information. Is there something wrong with the tea?

His eyes brightened, then darkened again in an instant.

She could see clearly just now that Liang Huan had drank tea in front of her, and now there was nothing strange about him.

No, Yu Wenke said he wanted to keep Liang Huan, so this was a good opportunity to give up his idea.

Even if the tea was nothing, she had to add something.

You can't just let her go.

Feng Qingyue looked at Liang Huan and smiled: "What you said just now makes perfect sense. I thought you were really capable. You've been doing it for a long time and you're still doing the same thing?"

Liang Huan did not refute, Yu Wenke was indeed smart and could guess something was wrong.

Feng Qingyue opened the lid of the pot and took a look inside, then stood up and walked behind Liang Huan, looking at her through the mirror.

"That year at the Peach Blossom Banquet, you put medicine in the ginger soup. Today you repeated the same trick and tampered with the tea. I just don't know what you put in the tea this time. Do you want him to favor you, or do you want him to kill you? "

No matter how mentally prepared Liang Huan was, she was really disgusted.

She put down the comb in her hand, looking innocent.

"What is Yunji talking about?"

Seeing her like this, Feng Qingyue shook her head and sneered: "Do you think Yu Wenke is someone like Cui Hao? Liang Huan, you are really not smart!"

Liang Huan asked curiously: "Is it something worth being happy to be praised for being smart by you? Besides, why bother trying to accuse someone?"

Feng Qingyue raised the corner of her mouth: "Just wait!"

He looked confident.

After that, he took the maid and left.

There was no one else in the tent, and Liang Huan silently looked at the person in the mirror. They had already concluded that there was something wrong with the tea.

Liang Huan frowned slightly, it was a pity that such a good opportunity was interrupted by life.

Such a commotion made Yu Wenke suspicious, and it would be difficult to kill him again.

When will we take action next time, and will we be able to escape unscathed?

After sitting quietly for a while, Liang Huan held up the oil lamp and inspected every place in the tent.

It's better to be careful about the accommodation arranged by Feng Qingyue. Furthermore, if you bring too much stuff, it’s not safe to keep it with you all the time, so you should hide it.

After carefully checking every corner and finding nothing suspicious, Liang Huan felt relieved.

There were noises and fighting in the distance, and she knew it was the Zhou and Qi armies clashing. Unfortunately, there was a guard outside the door, so she couldn't go out at will.

Liang Huan put out the oil lamp and lay barefoot on the couch, staring at the tent ceiling in the darkness.

It wasn't until dawn that it finally became quiet outside.

It can be seen that the Qi army's sneak attack must have ended in failure.

Liang Huan slowly closed his eyes, Wei Yue's question still echoing in his ears.

……

Liang Huan was confined to the tent all day. It was unknown whether there was no abnormality found in the tea or because the battle situation outside had changed. Not only did Yu Wenke not show up, but even Feng Qingyue did not come.

She was murmuring in her heart. When it was getting dark, there were voices outside the tent.

Liang Huan closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

When Feng Qingyue came in, she saw the dark tent. The person on the bed was lying on the pillow with his back to An, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

She tilted her head to signal the maid to light the lamp.

As soon as the warm yellow candlelight shone, the person on the bed rubbed his eyes and looked over sleepily, his eyes blurred and in a trance.

Feng Qingyue snorted coldly: "I heard that you slept well and ate delicious food. I was half-convinced on the way here. But, tsk—Liang Huan, you are really impressive!"

Liang Huan sat up in a daze: "I wonder why Yun Ji is here?"

"What's the matter?"

Feng Qingyue smiled and waved her hand. The maid behind her immediately stepped forward and grabbed Liang Huan's arm and pulled her off the bed without saying a word.

"You'll know as soon as you go."

Liang Huan was furious: "What are you doing?"

"Of course we have to settle the accounts afterwards." Feng Qingyue's smile became even brighter.

Inside the big tent.

Yu Wenke sat with a calm face, tapping the table with his fingers. He didn't stop until he saw a few people and raised his eyes to look over.

Feng Qingyue said softly: "Duke, Mr. Liang will bring you here."

As soon as he entered the account, Liang Huan quickly glanced around and had some idea in his mind.

Her face was angry and angry, and she kept struggling.

When she arrived in front of Yu Wenke, the maid held her down and was about to kneel down.

Yu Wenke stared at it without saying a word.

Seeing that Liang Huan refused to comply, Feng Qingyue turned around and raised her palm to slap her down.

"You bitch, you still haven't confessed to murdering the Duke?"

The slap was almost about to fall, but Liang Huan kicked him hard.

Feng Qingyue suddenly fell to the ground, tears bursting from the pain.

The two maids were stunned. Liang Huan spotted the stall and broke free, then slapped each of them with his backhand.

Feng Qingyue was lying on the ground, clutching her belly and moaning continuously. She raised her head and stared at him, her eyes were blood red and her lips were white.

"You, you are so brave, you dare to be so arrogant in front of the Duke!"

Liang Huan raised her chin high and glanced at her coldly: "I am the queen of Qi, why don't you dare?"

As she spoke, her eyes glanced at the stern-faced person sitting in front of the desk.

"Don't say that you, Yu Wenke, are just a prince. Even if your emperor, Yu Wenjuan, is here, if I want to, there is nothing I dare not do!"

Yu Wenke was slightly surprised. This was very different from his attitude towards him last night.

Is it possible that the sneak attack and poisoning were actually their cooperation?

Just as he was about to open his mouth, he heard the maidservant scream in surprise.

Yu Wenke frowned and looked over in disgust.

Liang Huan also turned his head, and when he took a closer look, there was a large area of ​​wetness underneath the person who fell to the ground.

Feng Qingyue lowered her head and stared blankly for a long time, looking at the hem of her skirt that was soaked in blood, her face turned pale, her mouth was wide open, and her tears were flowing more and more violently.

Yunji had a miscarriage.

Suddenly, the air became inexplicably quiet.

When everyone reacted, the scene immediately became chaotic.

The maids paid no attention to Liang Huan. One of them went to help Yun Ji with a half-red face, while the other pulled the military doctor who was kneeling aside.

Feng Qingyue held her stomach and cried to Yu Wenke with trembling lips: "My lord, your lord must make the decision for me -"

Liang Huan stared at the gurgling blood and bit her lip, feeling a little confused.

She knew very well that the kick just now was done with a lot of force, which would be enough for an ordinary person, let alone a pregnant woman?

She never expected that Feng Qingyue was pregnant...

This kick actually caused her to have a miscarriage.

I don't know if it's because of pain or hatred.

Feng Qingyue's cry was hoarse, which sounded particularly shrill and horrifying to the ears.

Yu Wenke looked at the person in the pool of blood, turned around and gave the attendant a look. The attendant immediately understood and walked over to order the maid and military doctor to carry the person away.

After the group of people left the tent, Liang Huan stared at the pool of blood on the ground, and could still hear crying coming from far away.