Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

When the last trace of color in the sky disappeared, the sky seemed to have been splashed with ink. The thick ink gradually spread out until it swept across the entire sky and turned into a soft black brocade, covering all the hustle and bustle.

The courtyard was already dark, except for the candlelight in the green cloth curtain in the southwest corner, which cast a warm yellow light on the faces of a pair of people sitting side by side, with brows and smiles.

On the acacia bed, there is an embroidered tent with hundreds of children hanging on it, and bedding with gourd and vine patterns is spread.

Liang Huan took off her hairpin, washed off her makeup, and sat on the right side of the bed with a fan in hand, while Yu Wenjue sat on the left.

After removing the flowers and fanning the fan, the old woman stepped forward and said with a smile: "Sit down and be blessed."

Last night, Liang Huan had seen the rituals and customs, and she roughly understood the process in her heart. She didn't think anything of it at first, but for some reason, sitting here and being watched by them, she became more and more nervous as she watched them, and her palms even started to sweat.

She didn't dare to raise her head, let alone glance at the person close to her.

Yu Wenjue glanced at Liang Han, picked up his left lapel and placed it under her right lapel.

The smile on the old grandma's face froze, and she hurriedly looked at the people on the left and right with anxious and surprised eyes. The others also shook their heads in surprise, and the festive air felt inexplicably cold.

The old grandma took a deep breath and was about to correct her. She didn't want to meet the cold eyes, so she had to swallow her words in frustration.

Liang Huan didn't know why. He raised his eyes slightly and saw his grandma leading everyone to scatter coins and five-color concentric flowers and fruits into the bed tent, so she didn't doubt that he was there.

Liang Huan, together with Yu Wenjue, lifted up the skirt of her skirt to receive the Xiguo coins as instructed by her grandma.

After the account was settled, they were in the same prison. Liang Huan faced west, and Yu Wenjue faced east. They lived together in the prison, and after living in the same prison, they were members of the same family.

Afterwards, someone presented a melon that had been divided into two halves, and each of them held one half.

The melon tasted bitter and the wine was spicy. Liang Huan frowned and was about to drink it down in one gulp. However, he didn't want to drink it halfway when Yu Wenjue grabbed his wrist.

Liang Huan glanced at the remaining wine and raised his eyes in confusion, while Yu Wenjue's eyebrows hid a smile.

Liang Huan blushed instantly, and when she looked at outsiders from the corner of her eye, she was always staring at them.

What is he going to do...?

Liang Huan was wondering when Yu Wenjue didn't say anything, he just handed over the half of the gourd in his hand, and then took the half of the gourd from her.

"Drink."

Although he was serious, Liang Huan still heard a smile. He was still teasing her at this time?

Liang Huan held up his sleeves and drank the rest of his wine while secretly glaring at him.

After she finished drinking, she put the gourd back on the Yao plate, and someone came forward to tie the gourd together with red thread.

Grandma laughed loudly and said: "Husband and wife are one and will never be separated."

Someone else presented gold scissors. Yu Wenjue first took off the wedding tassel on Liang Huan's head, and then cut off a bunch of hair for each other, combed it with red tassel, tied it into a "combination bun", and put it into the embroidery bag.

"Threads of silk and silk buttons make friends forever."

……

Grandma put down the heavy curtain and led everyone out of the tent. Liang Huan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, half of her body was stiff and numb.

Without everyone present, the only sounds left in the tent were the crackling of lamp wicks and each other's breathing.

Liang Huan waited for a long time but did not see Yu Wenjue speak. Her heart, which had dropped back to where it was before, lifted up a little bit. She couldn't help but pursed her lips and wanted to look at him. Unexpectedly, she tilted her head and met his eyes.

He was like a man waiting for a rabbit to hit her, waiting for her, a stupid rabbit, to hit him.

Liang Huan glared at him in shame and annoyance: "You never said anything about what you were doing——"

Her body was hugged by a strong arm, and she fell into his arms.

Without waiting for her to react, Yu Wenjue held the back of her neck, lowered his head, kissed her fiercely, chewing up her last words and sealing them between their lips and teeth.

The overly enthusiastic sucking not only turned her unspoken words into broken syllables, but also made the tips of her lips and tongue sore and numb.

Liang Huan tried to push him away, but he had no intention of stopping. He only slowly slowed down his strength and turned from domineering to gentle, but he entangled her and imprisoned her deeper.

The protest was fruitless, so Liang Huan had no choice but to close her eyes. It wasn't until her head became dizzy and she softened into a puddle in his arms that Yu Wenjue let go of her, but his hands moved down his neck.

Liang Huan hurriedly grabbed his arm, not allowing him to move, panting slightly and glaring at him: "Yu Wenjue, are you a dog?"

Yu Wenjue looked at the red lips in front of him, took another peck, and said softly: "I'll be gentler later."

Liang Huanteng blushed till the back of his ears.

Just when she thought a violent storm was coming, Yu Wenjue put his arm around her waist and brought her up.

Seeing Liang Huan's surprised look, Yu Wenjue said with a smile, "Don't worry, there is one more thing."

Not urgent?

Liang Huan was embarrassed and annoyed: "No, when did I say I was in a hurry? You——"

Yu Wenjue stopped teasing her: "I made a mistake, madam, don't blame me."

Liang Huan didn't know if anyone was guarding outside the tent, and he was too embarrassed to speak louder.

Yu Wenjue sat in front of the desk with her.

Only then did Liang Huan notice that there were pens and ink on the desk, as well as a brocade book.

Yu Wenjue unfolded the brocade book, dipped his pen in ink, and took the lead in writing the word "Liang Hu".

"Write my name with your own hand."

Although there was a faint smile on his face, his expression was indescribably serious.

Seeing him like this, the shame and anger in Liang Huan's heart instantly turned into soft tenderness.

Under his gaze, she took the pen, dipped it in ink, and carefully wrote the words "Yu Wenjue" one stroke at a time.

The soft and beautiful hairpin flowers in small regular script are like dancing beauties arranging flowers.

Liang Huan put down the pen, and Yu Wenjue picked up the brocade book and read it from beginning to end. After the writing was completely dry, he closed the brocade book and put it together with the embroidery bag containing the hair bundle in a brocade box. .

Under Liang Huan's confused eyes, he took another box.

After Yu Wenjue opened it, Liang Huan looked over and was secretly surprised.

In addition to the blood-stained sachet, the hair she tied for them, there was also a thick stack of letters, etc...

These letters are not unfamiliar to Liang Huan at all.

Yu Wenjue took out a letter and put it into her hand, gently caressing her cheek.

"These are all the calligraphy you practiced every day, and Song Mian recorded things about you," he paused, and then said: "It's not that I don't want to look for you, but that I don't know what to do when I get here -"

Liang Huan grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes: "I understand, I never blamed you."

That day there was a big fire in Zixiao'an, so many innocent people died due to her injuries, she felt uneasy, let alone him.

In order to save his life, at the expense of Paoze's life and the city he was protecting, how would he face himself and her after he woke up?

Besides, Emperor Zhou Shang was still alive at that time, so he must have been afraid of harming her.

Yu Wenjue squeezed Liang Huan's hand, and then burned the letters in the wooden box one by one. After burning, he also threw the bloody embroidered bag into the brazier...

After all this was done, he seemed relieved.

Liang Huan didn't stop him, she knew what he meant.

Everything of yesterday is gone.

He wanted to start over with her.

After a while, the flames in the brazier weakened, leaving only the remaining ashes.

After Yu Wenjue cleaned their hands, he gently hugged her back to the bed.

He reached out to brush away the hair tangled around her neck, and stared at her quietly for a while, his scorching gaze becoming more and more scorching.

Liang Huan's face became hot again.

Yu Wenjue raised his hand and put down the bed curtain, carefully helped her lie down, and lay on his side next to her.

He kissed her forehead, moved his hands down from her neck little by little, carefully untied her clothes and belts, and helped her remove the constraints on her body one by one until no trace was left.

Then he grabbed her hand and helped him take off his clothes.

The dim lights were blocked outside the curtain, but the dark space between them was enough for them to see each other clearly.

Liang Huan's face was already red.

Yu Wenjue kissed her blushing face and gently stroked her smooth neck, shoulders, arms, back...

Longing that had been suppressed for too long erupted like a volcano.

He kissed her ear, his voice was low and tinged with desire.

"Huanhua, I've been waiting for tonight..."