Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

It's getting deeper into the night, and the light is dim.

I don't know when it started to drizzle outside the house, and a wet evening breeze came in through the window, causing the candlelight on the desk to sway and the papers to flutter.

Gao Qian couldn't tell whether he was awakened by the subtle noise or by the dull pain in his head.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in the small hut where he had temporarily lived for the past two days.

He rubbed his brows and vaguely remembered fainting on the street...

Gao Qian curled the corners of his lips. She always had a way to make him angry.

Just when I was about to sit up, I suddenly froze and dared not move again.

There was a person kneeling in front of a desk not far away, supporting her head with one hand and holding a pen with the other. Her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and her head was nodding along with them.

Gao Qian narrowed his eyes, lay back down without leaving any trace, turned his face slightly, and watched quietly for a long time.

The cloth clothes and the thorny hairpin are very beautiful.

Suddenly, with a snap, the pen fell on the desk.

Liang Qian was startled and immediately sat up and looked at the bed. The person with his eyes closed was still not awake.

When he looked down again, he saw that the medical record he had just written was stained by dripping ink.

She hurriedly moved the pen away and took the hemp cloth to gently dip it in the ink.

Qian Ming walked in quietly, holding the bowl of medicine.

"My lady, the medicine is ready."

"it is good."

Liang Qian responded lightly, put down the kudzu cloth, washed her hands, and walked to the bedside to take the medicine bowl.

Qian Ming carefully helped Gao Qian up, a slight smile appeared on his chubby round face, and he mouthed, "My lady, you can feed me now."

Liang Qian took a look, nodded slightly, scooped up a spoonful of medicine, blew on it, and then fed it to Gao Qian.

One spoonful after another, it was surprisingly smooth and the medicine soup was soon finished.

Qian Ming was surprised: "Madam, even though the master is so confused, he is willing to listen to you."

Thinking about what happened in the past few months, all my excitement disappeared in an instant.

The master is clearly in love with her...

Qian Ming was in a heavy mood. He slowly helped the person lie down again and whispered, "My lady, go and have a rest."

Liang Qian put down the empty bowl and glanced at the face of the sleeping person. Logically, he should have woken up, but...

She frowned and said, "Wait a little longer. Go and rest first. When I get sleepy, you can take my place."

"This," Qian Ming thought for a moment and shook his head, "I'd better stay here, otherwise - when the master wakes up, he will chop me to pieces."

He was almost speechless at the end.

Liang Qian didn't quite hear what he said, and looked at him in confusion: "What else?"

As soon as Qian Ming opened his mouth, he yawned twice, feeling quite embarrassed for a moment.

"Well, why not just do as the queen says."

Liang Qian couldn't help but laugh: "Okay."

She sat down, took Gao Qian's wrist and took his pulse.

As time passed, her brows furrowed more and more.

If I had taken the antidote that day, my life would not be guaranteed, but the situation would definitely be better than it is now.

Now, even if we find an antidote, it will be useless...

Qian Ming looked at the person lying on the bed, then at the person taking the patient's pulse, feeling melancholy. Who knew how long the Empress could stay this time?

He picked up the empty bowl, feeling depressed.

Liang Qian looked at the man who was full of energy just now, but now he was listless. She let go of Gao Qian's hand and asked casually, "Qian Ming, how long have you followed him?"

Qian Ming was stunned, then lowered his eyes and said, "Almost sixteen years."

Liang Qian was surprised: "So long?"

She knew Gao Qian's temper very well. It was really rare that she had served him for so long and had not been killed.

Qian Ming stood still and recalled, "I entered the palace when I was seven years old. At that time, the master was only the fourth prince. He was in poor health and was always sick. Maybe he kept me by his side because he saw that I was strong and healthy."

The topic was like a key that immediately opened the box containing old memories.

Something like Gao Qian suffered from constant illness when he was young, and was looked down upon and excluded by other princes; something like he was not valued by the previous emperor... In short, he said whatever came to his mind.

Liang Qian did not interrupt him, and finally smiled faintly.

It's rare to find someone so loyal to Gao Qian.

Speaking of loyalty, I think of Jiang Wei, Yuan Zhi, Xiang Lan...

After Qian Ming finished speaking, he looked at Liang Qian again. She had her eyes downcast, and it was unclear what she was thinking. Perhaps she didn't even listen to him at all.

He sighed silently, bowed and left, stopped halfway, hardened his heart, and said: "My lady, no matter how the master treats others, he treats you sincerely. He just, just has been trapped alone for too long, and doesn't understand, doesn't know how to keep someone."

He raised his sleeve, wiped the corner of his eyes quietly, lowered his head, turned around and walked out the door.

Liang Qian looked at the empty doorway and was about to stand up when her wrist was grabbed tightly.

“…Don’t, don’t go…”

I frowned and looked over. The person on the bed had his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, as if he was dreaming.

Liang Qian tried to pull her hand away, but was suddenly pulled away by a greater force, and fell sideways on the bed, and then her whole body was held tightly by him.

She struggled twice but failed to break free, so she reached for the embroidery bag at her waist, picked up a needle with her fingertips, raised her hand to stab the needle, but stopped halfway.

He was already unconscious. If I stabbed him again—

Liang Qian stared at the person who was going crazy in her dream, gritting her teeth in hatred.

She closed her eyes and that was it.

Then he put away the needle again.

Gradually, the unconscious person calmed down. She tried, but was still restrained and couldn't push open.

Liang Qian stopped struggling, thinking out of sight, out of mind, and simply closed her eyes to think about things.

I don’t know what the situation is like on Wang Tingyue’s side.

After returning to Jinye, they should not contact him again. They didn't know how much the Queen Mother's explanation of his disappearance for such a long time could be believed.

The talk with the governor of Yuyang went very smoothly.

After all, the common people have been oppressed for too long. How could it not be an opportunity for them to have a private meeting with the emperor?

Looking at Jin Ye again, there are Cao's branch, Zhou's clan, Cao Ruomi's maternal uncle Hulugu... Anyone that Prince Guangping Gao Yi wants to get rid of can be gathered together, and with those promoted by Gao Qian before, if you think about it carefully, they are not that weak.

Oh, and there is another one, the former lover of He'an Lady Lu Ying——

Liang Qian's heart jumped with joy, she opened her eyes suddenly, and was unexpectedly met with another pair of eyes, which looked dark and shiny against the sickly pale skin.

Their eyes suddenly met, and Gao Qian looked even more panicked than her.

He quickly let go of his hand and moved back to the inside of the bed, his back almost touching the bed railing. He buried his head, covered his lips, and coughed continuously.

"You, why are you here?"

"Why am I here?!"

Liang Qian sucked in a breath of cold air, sat up suddenly, and glared at him with gritted teeth, as if she was going to do something to him by climbing onto the bed while he was unconscious.

He coughed so hard that he nearly coughed out his lungs.

Glancing at the blood stains at the corners of his lips, Liang Qian was too lazy to argue with him at this time.

Liang Qian glanced at the door and didn't see Qian Ming, so she had to go downstairs and pour Gao Qian a glass of water and hand it to him.

"Rinse your mouth."

Gao Qian raised his eyes slightly and took it: "Okay."

Liang Qian stood beside the bed and looked at him: "As long as you wake up, it's okay, but you can't be too sad or happy these days."

Gao Qian held the teacup and said without raising his head: "Okay."

Liang Qian stared at him for a while, and added: "If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, tell me immediately."

"it is good."

Liang Qian was almost over the threshold when she heard a muffled voice behind her.

"Um...I, I'm hungry."

"Ah?" Liang Qian turned her head, looked out the window, and looked at Gao Qian.

He looked up at her and pointed to his chest: "When I'm hungry, I get very anxious."