Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

"woke up?"

Suddenly meeting such a pair of smiling eyes, Liang Huan's face turned red. He lowered his eyes and shrank under the quilt. Their skin touched each other, but it was as if they were actively throwing themselves into his arms.

Thinking of last night, I still couldn't figure out who was pestering whom, and my face turned red to my neck.

Just as he was thinking about what to say to lighten the atmosphere, he heard a voice above his head.

"If you're still sleepy, why don't you rest after breakfast?"

He ruffled her hair without any teasing.

"it is good."

Liang Huan didn't look at him, and spoke in a sullen voice, a little tired.

It wasn't that she was pretending to be coquettish or weak, it was that she really couldn't work up her energy, her whole body was sore and painful, as if her whole body had been torn apart and then put back together again, and her limbs were so tired that they couldn't control their movements.

Yu Wenjue smiled slightly, reached for a large robe and put it on, then helped her sit up and wrapped her in a clean and soft dress.

When Liang Huan lowered her head, she realized that the single mattress under her body had been changed, so after she fell asleep last night, he had helped her scrub it...

He was calm and restrained at first, but then... he frowned as he thought about the incomplete injuries on his body.

"That's all for last night, we can't be like that again in the future -"

Yu Wenjue raised his eyes and glanced at her face, looking at her tiredly. He recalled that she was so sleepy last night that she couldn't open her eyes, and she vaguely blamed him. He put his arm around her shoulders and said softly: "Okay, these days. I won’t trouble you.”

Liang Huan corrected: "You're not making trouble with me, it's your wounds that need attention."

He smiled lowly and helped her tie her clothes: "You are the elixir and holy medicine."

Liang Huan's face turned red, and she tried to brush his hand away. Not wanting to wait for her to speak, he already called someone in.

With outsiders present, she had no choice but to swallow her words and glare at him secretly.

Gaoya only glared, and the rest of his attention was focused on the meals that were being presented to him.

Liang Huan was really hungry. He thought it was early morning, but in fact it was already noon.

After a brief wash, the table was already full.

Liang Huan looked at the dishes one after another. She was already hungry, but seeing that they were all her favorites, she picked up the silver chopsticks and started using them before Yu Wenjue even opened his mouth, munching on them without any courtesy.

Yu Wenjue chewed slowly and added some to her porcelain plate from time to time.

After eating and drinking enough, I felt better.

Liang Huan put down his chopsticks with satisfaction and raised his eyes to see that the person opposite was using them gracefully.

That kind of attitude and expression means that no matter what is on the table, he will eat it so leisurely and normally, without showing any likes or dislikes at all.

Liang Huan frowned and looked at it quietly. She looked like him but not like him. She couldn't tell what was strange.

Seeing the person opposite staring at him without blinking, Yu Wenjue put down his silver chopsticks and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Liang Huan was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses: "Do you want to eat antique soup?"

A trace of doubt appeared on his brow: "If you want to eat, ask them to prepare dinner."

Liang Huan shook his head: "I just want to give it to you."

That winter evening in Nanyuan, she prepared antique soup, but unfortunately she didn't take a few bites. He told her that he gave it to Cao Luyun and Li Shu, and later Cao Luyun also surrendered...

At that time, although my mind was not on him, I could still see his likes and dislikes in many things.

But now, the look he occasionally shows is like that of an arrogant and dignified man. There is no need to be deliberate at all. The glance that passes by inadvertently is indifferent, as if what he eats, what he uses, and where he is. There was nothing that he cared about, it was very strange.

"Sleepy?"

Seeing her stunned, Yu Wenjue reached over and pinched her.

Liang Huan put away his messy thoughts and looked over. There was a smile on his lips. It was no different, it was him.

She shook her head and pursed her lips: "I'm a little tired."

He agreed to let her rest for a while after dinner, but he broke his promise and insisted on dragging her to the courtyard to eat.

Although Liang Qian was reluctant, on the one hand she couldn't resist his great strength, and on the other hand she was afraid of pulling his old injury, so she reluctantly endured the discomfort and followed him.

The courtyard was empty, not only Xi'er and Zhou Xin were not there, there were no guards either.

It seemed like there were only two of them in the huge villa.

However, although there are no people, there are many green seedlings.

Liang Huan didn't know much about it, so she frowned and walked closer to take a look. Could it be that Yu Wenjue was pulling her to plant vegetables?

Yu Wenjue saw her doubts and helped her sit on the side: "I know you are unwell and don't want them to find out. Don't worry, there are no outsiders."

Liang Huan pursed her lips slightly and hummed slightly. No matter how much she pretended to be nonchalant, she was still a little embarrassed.

He added: "After eating here, sleep over there. It's not good for your health. If you don't want to move, just sit there for a while. I'll go with you to rest later."

Liang Huan lowered his eyes: "No need."

Yu Wenjue glanced at the tip of her ear, smiled lightly, and bent down to pick up the seedling.

Without any unnecessary words, he took a spade in one hand and the seedlings in the other to the clearing.

Liang Huan was surprised.

Is this really about growing vegetables and land? !

She took a breath: "Yu Wenjue, what are you doing?"

He squatted down and dug a small hole without raising his head: "Today is the first day after our marriage."

and then?

Liang Huan frowned and looked at him, waiting for the next words.

But nothing came.

Soon a small pit was dug and he put the seedlings on the side into it.

Liang Huan stood up slowly, walked over and stared at the young seedlings: "This is it?"

Yu Wenjue raised his eyes: "There is a yellow crane on the Qingtian pine, and two mandarin ducks under the acacia tree. If we have nothing to do with each other, we will lose each other. If we are not good enough, we will never make love."

Liang Huan frowned. She had heard this poem before, and she also knew the story.

"During the Warring States Period, Han Ping and his wife He were loving and harmonious, but King Kang of Song Dynasty coveted He's beauty and took it away. Later, Han Ping committed suicide and his wife jumped off a high platform to die in love. They could not be buried together after their death, but they The two trees on the grave tried their best to grow together, with their roots connected and their branches and leaves intertwined. "

She knelt down and caressed the little seedling: "Is this Albizia Julibrissin?"

Albizia julibrissin tree is also called acacia tree.

Its leaves bloom in the morning and close in the evening.

Liang Huan's mind was confused. She remembered that Xiao Qianyi said that Jingninghou's mansion was full of albizia flowers, which were planted by Jingninghou for his wife.

So he also imitates others in planting flowers and trees?

Liang Huan wanted to laugh at him for no reason.

A sudden meal, or not simply imitating...

Yu Wenjue raised his eyes and looked at her: "Since you are here, let's add some dirt."

"Okay." Liang Huan lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth to join him.

Just as she patted it with her hand, someone pecked her lips.

Liang Huan was startled and quickly looked around. Fortunately, there was no one else around. She stared at him with shame and annoyance: "You——"

He took her hand and stared into his dark eyes, without a trace of joking, very serious.

"Huanhua, since you marry me as your wife, we will be together for the rest of our lives."

"it is good."

As soon as she nodded, Yu Wenjue's hand reached out and hugged her shoulders.

Liang Huan rested her head on his shoulder, feeling soft and soft in her heart.

"It's longing for lovesickness, and the relationship is inextricably linked. It's glue and paint, who can leave this place?"

Since he planted the acacia tree for her and reciprocated the courtesy, shouldn't she also order something in return?