Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Tap the teacup three times.

Along with the cool breeze, a nimble black figure passed over the window lattice and landed silently on the ground.

The man walked forward with his head lowered, knelt two steps away from the bed, and presented a letter with both hands.

"His Majesty."

Gao Qian glanced at the cup of water in his hand, gently put it aside, and got up from the bed.

He took the letter but did not open it immediately. Instead, he walked to the desk, and his pale fingers stroked the half-written paper on the desk, and then brushed the brush placed beside him.

After bowing his head in silence for a while, he took out a piece of yellow paper from the letter, spread it out, put a paperweight on it, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote word by word.

It was not the usual vigorous and freehand cursive script, but the dignified and elegant small regular script that he occasionally used: In accordance with the will of Heaven and the time, I accept this clear mandate...

Finally, he took out something from his arms and gently covered the signature.

He sealed the letter with wax and handed it over: "Go ahead."

The visitor took it with both hands and bowed respectfully: "Yes."

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The firewood was a little damp and it took a lot of effort to light it.

Liang Qian breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the fire burn brighter and brighter.

It's been a long time since I've done the work of chopping wood and making fire.

I almost burned the house down.

The thick smoke choked his nose. Qian Ming stood hunched over, wiping his tears while looking at the person in front of him who was not in a hurry. He sincerely admired him: "My lady, how can you make a fire and cook?"

Liang Qian was not in a good mood. After taking one look at the surprised and happy person, she had silently cursed Gao Qian two hundred and forty-nine times in her heart.

She stood by the stove and was worried, because even the best cook could not cook without rice.

After searching the kitchen, all that was left was a yam, two taro roots, and some crumbs at the bottom of the grain bag.

After picking and choosing, it is enough to make a bowl of clear millet porridge.

Before they moved in, the courtyard had been idle. It was normal that there was nothing to eat. At most, they could go out and buy some. But now it was late at night, so they had to make do with this for the time being...

After the corn was put into the pot, Liang Qian picked up the yam and peeled it, cutting it piece by piece to reveal the white and juicy fruit inside.

There was a bright spot in the dark yard.

The rain was not heavy, just a drizzle. Gao Qian walked from the cabin to the kitchen with only a thin layer of wetness on his body.

Inside the door, two people were squatting face to face, one peeling the fruits and the other washing them.

Occasionally I heard them talking, and it was nothing more than:

"My lady, do you think this is okay?"

"Ah."

"My lady, do you want to wash these two too?"

"Ah."

"My lady, shall I do it?"

"……never mind."

She clearly lowered her head, but Gao Qian could still see the reluctance written all over her face.

Perhaps because of the sound of raindrops outside and the sound of firewood in the stove, she did not hear his footsteps.

Gao Qian watched quietly, the smile on his lips growing deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, the two people squatting on the ground looked over at the same time. When they saw him, they were stunned. One of them glared at him unhappily, while the other rubbed his hands on his clothes and hurried over to help him.

Gao Qian coughed twice: "That... is it not healed yet?"

Not yet?

What if this is your chef?

Liang Qian gritted her teeth and endured it, lowering her head and not wanting to talk to him.

The hand holding the knife exerted all its strength.

Gao Qian took two steps closer, pointed at her hand and frowned: "Your hand, this is..."

Liang Qian stopped and looked at the itchy and red marks on the back of her hand, then looked up and explained, "This is how yam is. If you get its juice on you, you'll get a rash. Once you're done cleaning it up, just rinse it with water and it'll be fine."

Gao Qian stood aside and watched silently. Qian Ming fetched some clean water again, and it was just as she said.

Somehow, he suddenly thought of the girl in the Tongle Pavilion during the day, and said to her with envy, your husband is so good to you.

In fact, it’s not good, not good at all.

Unfortunately, by the time he understood what it meant to be good to her, it was too late...

He was obviously the one with the best chance, but in the end he became the one with the least chance.

Gao Qian took a deep breath and raised his head.

Liang Qian's hand holding the small bowl paused slightly, and poured all the chopped yam into the pot.

When the millet porridge is cooked, the taro is also cooked.

On a rainy night, a bowl of steaming millet porridge and two skewers of roasted taro with spices smelled surprisingly delicious.

"Eat."

Liang Qian sat down opposite Gao Qian, supporting her head with one hand.

"it is good."

Gao Qian's eyes fell on the bowl of porridge in front of him, but his peripheral vision secretly glanced at the sleepy and listless person opposite him.

At first, she told him about Sun Liangping, the lover of Lady He'an Lu Ying. According to her understanding, Princess Guangping Lou Yunchu hated him to the core. After Lu Ying's death, she even sought opportunities to suppress and retaliate. Although Sun Liangping was a despicable villain, he was somewhat useful...

She yawned as she spoke.

Before he could finish his bowl of porridge, the person opposite him leaned on the table with his face sideways, and his breathing gradually became lighter.

Whenever she was with him, only when he was asleep was she at her most gentle.

Gao Qian put down the spoon, no longer worried, and looked at her quietly with his eyes fixed.

Only after Liang Qian fell into a deep sleep did he get up and carry her to the bed, then he lifted up his clothes and sat on the footstool in front of the bed.

This situation seemed to have brought him back to the side hall of Hanguang Palace last winter. Every night, he would walk through the dark and chilly hall and go talk to her under the pretext of having a nightmare.

He turned his head and glanced out the window, not expecting that this year or so had passed so short.

Gao Qian gently stroked her hair and said, "If I am gone, will someone pick a wintersweet for you this winter to accompany you to sleep?"

He lowered his head and sighed faintly: "Next year, for whom will you pick the first spring peach..."

Gao Qian withdrew his hand, stood up and walked to the outer room.

Liang Qian slept soundly that night. When she opened her eyes again, it was bright outside the window. She had no idea whether it was morning or afternoon, let alone what time it was.

In my sleepy state, I felt something was wrong. Suddenly I saw where I was. My scalp went numb and I sat up instantly.

How did she end up sleeping in Gao Qian’s bed?

He quickly lowered his head and his clothes were intact.

Then he shook his head. If he really wanted to do something, why would he wait until today?

Besides, he actually preferred to tease her on purpose rather than actually do anything to her.

Liang Qian stuck her head out to look, but there was no trace of him, and she didn't hear any noise from outside.

Just as I got downstairs and put on my shoes, someone walked in. It was Gao Qian.

Qian Ming followed closely behind, holding the food.

Liang Qian frowned and stared at Gao Qian, wondering what was wrong with him again.

It's not uncommon to wear a coarse cloth and shorts, but with such a face -

Not only is it incongruous, it's also ridiculous.

Gao Qian tilted his head and looked at her: "Are you still asleep?"

Liang Qian pointed at his clothes and asked, "What's this?"

Gao Qian put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "After dinner, let's go out."

Liang Qian was confused. If she remembered correctly, she didn't seem to have an appointment to meet anyone today...

Gao Qian raised his eyebrows slightly and took out a set of women's clothes from behind.

"You will wear this later."