Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Liang Huan frowned and looked at the person who was scolding fiercely. What came to mind was the pretty and heroic girl in red whom she met for the first time, but the girl in front of her became so disgusting.

No need to defend and explain.

Yu Wenjue narrowed his eyes and said nothing, his lips pursed into a straight line, and his whole person was cold.

He walked to Liang Huan and squatted down without anyone else.

Seeing her frowning, she just asked: "Besides the head, where else did it touch? Did it twist the foot?"

He said and went to check her ankle.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, I didn’t feel anything was wrong at all.

There was no expression on his face, and he spoke softly, without even a hint of emotion or tone.

But this tone of voice seemed familiar.

A chill shot up from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

Liang Huan grabbed his arm and shook his head slowly: "Except for his head, everything else is fine, really."

Yu Wenjue responded softly and picked him up: "Let's go back."

Liang Huan originally wanted him to put her down, but his cold and stern look was a bit unfamiliar, so he swallowed his words again.

Xiao Qianyi was so painful that she almost fainted. She didn't know whether her body was wet with blood or sweat.

She stared at the man who hadn't even looked at her since he came in, feeling unbelievable.

Seeing him leading Liang Huan away like this, Xiao Qianyi gritted her teeth and took a last breath.

"Yu Wenjue, she harmed Duke Jin's posthumous son. Do you think she can escape unscathed?"

Her hair, which was wet with sweat, was stuck to her face, her teeth were clenching, and her eyes were so red that they were bleeding.

"Your Majesty! You have to make the decision for me and this poor child!"

Yu Wenjue seemed not to have heard of it.

Yu Wenjuan was no longer as kind as before, and his face became serious: "King Qi, there may be a misunderstanding here, let's check it out——"

Yu Wenjue stopped and turned to look at Yu Wenjue: "Didn't His Majesty insist on letting her in? Is there any misunderstanding?"

A tough attitude that leaves no room for doubt.

Yu Wenjue frowned.

Yu Wenjue's indifferent expression did not change at all: "The Duke of Jin has left behind a child?"

He lowered his head and looked at the person in his arms, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, for the sake of the country, when you see evil, you are like a farmer removing grass, cutting off its roots, and not allowing it to colonize. As I see it, where can it come from? The posthumous child is just a scourge that has not been eradicated. "

Xiao Qianyi looked at that cold and heartless figure in shock, her face turned pale.

But I heard his more heartless words.

"Now that it's going wrong, it's a worry."

Yu Wenjue's eyebrows moved slightly. He didn't understand the meaning. He was just childish and innocent after all, not to mention still unformed.

Although Yu Wenke is hateful, it is undeniable that he is still their cousin.

Furthermore, after all, he had made great contributions to the Zhou Dynasty. His merits and demerits were equal to each other, so his sins would not affect his heirs.

What's more, this Xiao family...

Yu Wenjue looked at Yu Wenjue who fell into silence: "My wife was injured, Rong Chen took her for treatment. There is blood in this room, which is really unlucky. Your Majesty, why don't you find a clean place to live."

Yu Wenjuan had a straight face and said nothing.

Xiao Qianyi's lips kept trembling, her palms pressed on the ground, barely holding on, her body was still shaking violently, as if she was about to fall down at any time.

"Yu Wenjue, you are so heartless!"

After all, they had met each other and had been together for many days. Not to mention that brother was working for her, even he still needed the support of Yin Yue Mansion. Besides, logically, she still called him cousin.

Now he is so indifferent to her life and death, turning a blind eye?

The person who was about to step out the door stopped.

Yu Wenjue stood still, frowned, and glanced at the person in his arms subconsciously.

Liang Huan leaned in his arms, raised her eyes tentatively, and met his eyes.

When their eyes met, Yu Wenjue smiled, his voice low and soft.

"ruthless?"

Yu Wenjue retracted his arms and hugged the person in his arms tightly: "I only have a bottom line and no feelings."

Liang Qian didn't know why, but her hair stood up all over her body.

This kind of Lu Xiu is a bit familiar.

But it wasn't the one she wanted to see.

Liang Huan lowered her eyes and cut off the intersecting gazes. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she kept looking at the person holding her with her peripheral vision.

Yu Wenjue glanced at Xiao Qianyi lying in a pool of blood, and said with unbearable expression: "Ajue——"

Yu Wenjue interrupted lightly: "I thought I made it very clear to His Majesty that day."

Yu Wenjuan was silent for a moment, and his voice became much colder: "King Qi, even if it is the emperor's will, do you still want to disobey it?"

Yu Wenjue's eyes were cold and unmoved: "Han Ping and his wife are as harmonious as a harp, but King Kang of the Song Dynasty wants to steal his love with a sword. Your Majesty, I am not Han Ping."

After a slight pause, she raised her eyebrows and stared at him, saying word by word: "I don't have to be the King of Qi."

Yu Wenjue's expression changed, he pursed his lips and said no more words.

He told him that he didn't care who his last name was in the world.

Seeing this, Yu Wenjue lowered his head slightly: "Rong Chen, please leave."

When they left the room, they met the maid who had hurried out earlier, leading a gray-haired doctor behind her.

This inn is very quiet, and there are no guests on the second floor.

When he was about to go down the stairs, Liang Huan lightly poked Yu Wenjue's chest with his finger.

"Please let me down. Apart from my headache, nothing else really matters..."

Yu Wenjue ignored her and went his own way.

The boss watched them coming down from a distance and huddled aside, not daring to come forward to say hello.

Guyu opened the curtain, and Yu Wenjue got into the carriage with Liang Huan in his arms.

After putting her down, he grabbed her arm and lifted up the sleeve. When he saw that Yingbai's arm was bruised from pinching, his face immediately fell.

"Go to the hospital."

Liang Huan held his hand: "Let's go home."

It should also be regarded as care and chaos.

You shouldn't have shown up like this today, how could you dare to go to the medical clinic again?

Yu Wenjue stared at her arm without saying anything.

Liang Huan pulled down his sleeves and covered his arms.

"Every time I touch it, I get bruises and bruises. It looks scary, but I don't actually feel anything. Moreover, the ointments from outside medical clinics are not as good as mine."

She thought for a while and then said: "Even if you don't believe me, you should believe the imperial doctor's order."

Seeing his silence, Liang Huan turned around and said, "Go back to the villa."

The carriage moved very slowly.

Liang Huan began to think about today's events.

Compared to meeting Zhang Yao, Xiao Qianyi's deliberate attempt to frame her was nothing.

That day, the witchcraft was revealed, Zhang Baoyue was silenced by the queen, and Zhang Yao fled with his wife and children, and his whereabouts are unknown.

I really didn't expect to see him in Lincheng.

Looking at that look, it was obvious that he was following and loyal to Lord Zhou.

Her eyebrows jumped.

"Zhang Yao is another spy that Zhou Guoan planted in Qi, right?"

There were many questions in my mind, and the answers gradually began to appear.

Why is Zhang Yao loyal to Zhou?

Liang Huan took a breath slowly.

"The bewitching on me was also ordered by Zhou Guo?"

Yu Wenjue stared at her, not knowing whether he was looking at her or thinking about something.