Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Liang Huan raised his eyebrows: "Could it be that I knew that I would die one day, so I didn't eat what I was supposed to eat today?"

After a pause, he added: "I'm just loyal to my heart. As for whether things come true or not, since I've done my best, I'll just leave it to fate."

After saying that, he lowered his head to eat.

Gao Qian glanced at her and raised his eyebrows. After saying so much, why don't you try to persuade him in a roundabout way?

In his position, he will do his job.

After thinking about it, at least she would rather choose herself than Gao Yu.

In this way, the chest does not seem to be so blocked anymore.

After the meal, Liang Huan did not rest. Instead, he stayed up for most of the night and listed down all the things that he had thought about in the past few days, and also marked detailed countermeasures.

The next night, Yu Wenjue came to pick her up.

Externally, Gao Qian only said that the queen was too tired during this period and needed to rest.

Liang Huan left through the secret passage.

Gao Qian didn't go to see her off, and even when Liang Huan came to say goodbye, he didn't see her.

He stood on the high city wall, holding the butterfly embroidery bag tightly in his hand.

In the soft night, a carriage gradually moved away until it completely merged with the darkness and could no longer be seen.

He raised his face slightly, and saw that the dark blue night sky was full of stars, and the night breeze swept past his face. It was less sweltering during the day and more cool and comfortable.

Gao Qian turned his face and glanced not far away. He still clearly remembered that she was standing behind the battlements that day, staring at the outside of the city with her eyes for a moment, for fear that Zhou Jun would do something uncontrollable.

At least at that moment, she stood with him, no matter what.

After the city gate opened, he could clearly see her riding a horse and using the archery skills he taught her, shooting arrow after arrow through the enemy general's throat.

If he could, he really wanted to do it again.

This time, he will teach her horse riding and archery, and will accompany her, indulge her, and do everything she wants to do, even if it is to accompany her to set up a stall on the street to sell goods, that is fine, and then go together Buy cut cakes sold in street shops, and finally try that old restaurant...

I also want to tell her that Hanguang Palace has always been reserved for her.

Finally, ask her if she still remembers the sick young man sitting on the stone bench?

He has been waiting for her.

This time, he doesn't want any peach blossoms, he just wants her...

Gao Qian took a slow breath, lowered his eyes, turned around and walked back.

His steps were heavy, extremely slow, and he walked forward aimlessly.

He has nowhere to go and has been abandoned by everyone.

They would not let him return to Jinye alive. He seemed to have foreseen that Tu Yang would be his final destination.

Lonely, after all, you will still live alone.

Gao Qian touched his chest. As long as he didn't take the antidote, the poison would always exist. He would always be like a shadow, following her wherever she was.

They follow each other like shadows and stay with each other.

Even if he dies, they still have an unbreakable bond.

Qian Ming carefully followed the black figure and looked at the swaying person, not daring to leave his supporting hand for a moment.

But my heart felt bitter.

He dared himself: "Your Majesty is so reluctant to part with your wife, why don't you let her stay..."

The people in front seemed not to hear and walked forward in silence.

Qian Ming shook his head and sighed, no longer talking.

Gao Qian did not go back to his apartment, but went to the next room, where Liang Huan lived these days.

Looking around, I saw nothing was taken away and nothing was left behind——

He sniffed gently, and it seemed that there was still a faint scent of tuberose in the air.

He went to sit down next to the case, where she saw the pens she had used, the ink she had polished, the books she had read, and the white porcelain cup she had drunk tea from.

Qian Ming brought the medicine bowl and stood beside him, wanting to speak but not daring to say anything.

Gao Qian said without raising his eyelids: "Bring it here."

Qian Ming was surprised for a moment, and hurriedly presented it, but he was still a little uneasy. Since he was a child, he has been serving soup and medicine non-stop, and even throwing cups and bowls is considered light. Later, if something goes wrong, the person he is serving will be killed. Until the empress appeared...

Now that the empress is not here, this——

Gao Qian didn't even look at it, just picked up the bowl and drank it in one gulp.

Qian Ming looked at the empty bowl without a drop left, and was so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.

After Gao Qian took the medicine, he laid out a piece of paper and picked up a pen to draw. Qian Ming didn't dare to disturb him anymore and left with an empty bowl.

As he was going out, he vaguely heard a sentence.

"I have kept it, but unfortunately, I can't keep it."

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Duke Yu Wenke of Jin led troops to conquer Qi several times. Unexpectedly, when he besieged Tuyang, Qi reinforcements arrived and he was killed by Qi Jun in front of the battle. Although the Zhou army was defeated, the Duke sacrificed his life for the country. The emperor was deeply saddened and his special posthumous title was Dang.

Some people are happy and some are sad about the death of the Duke.

Just when everyone thought that King Qi Yuwenjue would take over the affairs of the army, King Qi presented a memorial to recuperate from illness, which shocked everyone in Luo'an.

It is not a secret that King Qi is frail and sickly.

This was when several parties were competing for military power. He was the most likely person among the parties to take over the post of general, but he fell ill at this time.

Just be sick, at least don't publicize it to the outside world, then there is still a chance. It's better now, everyone knows it. Now who doesn't say that King Qi is weak and embarrassed for his big job?

I thought that after this incident, King Qi would have no chance. Unexpectedly, the emperor not only failed to agree, but even rumored that he would wait for King Qi to recover from his illness.

Whether it is true or false is unknown.

However, the emperor decreed that the imperial physician must cure King Qi, which is obvious to all.

Everyone was secretly surprised. After all, the emperor still valued King Qi somewhat, which could be regarded as leaving some room.

Who would have thought that King Qi not only refused to thank him, but even asked him to go back to Lincheng to recuperate for several days in a row.

I heard that every word in the memorial indicated that he was about to die soon, and the emperor was so shocked that he was rewarded with all kinds of miraculous medicines.

The news that the King of Qi asked him to recuperate is also accurate.

As for taking over the army, it finally fell to Liang Wang Yuwenying and Jing'an Hou Shizi Xiao Jingnan.

Everyone secretly sighed, this King Qi was either stupid, or it was his fate.

As a result, King Liang suddenly became the target of everyone's efforts to please him.

On the day we set out for Lincheng, the sky had been cloudy for several days, and finally there were scattered raindrops.

The journey is not too far, but there is some distance.

The carriage that Liang Huan had prepared was very spacious, with three layers of soft blankets, so it should be very comfortable to lie down all the way.

Anyway, he claimed to be recuperating and got Zhou Jun's permission. Even if it was known, it would confirm King Qi's reputation for being weak.

Liang Huan helped Yu Wenjue sit down and gave him a soft cushion to lean on.

In fact, the injuries on his body were already healing, but it was really hard to endure these cloudy days.

"Your Highness, everything is ready."

Across the curtain, Mu Shan spoke loudly outside.

Liang Huan glanced at Yu Wenjue's frown, turned around and told Mu Shan to set off.

The carriage lurched forward.

Liang Huan lifted a corner of the curtain and looked outside. The raindrops seemed heavier than before. The houses in the distance and the vegetation nearby were gradually washed away from dust, revealing their most authentic colors.

"Hanhan?" Yu Wenjue called softly.

Liang Huan turned around, took the extended hand and sat beside him.

He didn't look good.

Liang Huan said: "The wound is still itchy?"

He nodded, pondered for a moment and said, "There's something I've always wanted to tell you."