Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

In spring, Shangnan Garden is full of colorful flowers and shady green trees.

Beside the gurgling Si River, willow branches hang down and orioles sing sweetly.

On the secluded bluestone path along the water, there was a young figure with a touch of camellia red. She was running very fast, holding up the hem of her skirt, bringing a cool breeze wherever she went.

Suddenly, his feet felt empty and he fell heavily.

When she got up, rubbing her knees and grimacing, she looked up and saw four or five young men in gorgeous clothes dancing with spoons standing in the corridor not far away.

They were pointing at something and laughing.

In such bright spring weather, the mocking laughter was so sharp and harsh that it really ruined the view.

She couldn't help but go forward to take a look.

Through the gap, she saw someone huddled in a corner with his head in his hands, whimpering softly and looking very painful.

But there were so many people standing in front of him, but they just laughed at him. No one was willing to squat down and ask him what was wrong with him and whether he needed help.

She limped over in confusion.

Suddenly a little girl appeared. The teenagers were startled at first, but when they realized that she was standing up for the sickly boy, they laughed even louder.

It was no wonder they laughed at her. Those boys were much older than her in both height and age. When she stood in front of them, even if she puffed out her chest, put her hands on her hips and cursed back, she looked and sounded like a delicate woman, without any deterrent power and even looked funny.

They were too disdainful to argue with a little girl who had not grown up yet, so fortunately they just laughed at her for a while and then left.

From beginning to end, the person curled up in a ball didn't even raise his head.

She took the initiative to step forward and patted his shoulder.

The man suddenly raised his head and glared at her fiercely.

Only then did the girl see his appearance clearly.

His dark eyes were tinged with red on his overly pale and gloomy face. He looked sickly, yet fierce.

His tone became more fierce.

"Go away!"

She was caught off guard by someone's glare and was so frightened that she almost fell down.

She took a moment to calm down, but still asked kindly, "Where do you feel uncomfortable? Are you sick? Whose son are you? Do you want me to find a doctor for you?"

He gritted his teeth and ignored her, perhaps because he was not feeling well and did not want to talk to anyone, or perhaps he was just like those teenagers just now, thinking that she was a child who had not grown up.

She didn't give up and asked again in a good mood.

This time he didn't get angry with her, he just looked her up and down with a sullen face.

"There are kids over there, go play with them. I don't know how to take care of kids."

As expected, he thought she was too young and didn't bother talking to her.

After saying that, he lowered his head again, but this time, a pair of soft hands touched his head and gently pressed on his temples.

He looked up in surprise and met a pair of dark and bright eyes.

With friendliness and smiles.

“I’m not a child,” she said.

As if by some strange coincidence, he did not push her away and could still smell the sweet scent on her.

He just got through the pain.

She thought he was in a bad mood because he was bullied, so she told jokes to cheer him up, but she was the only one who kept giggling.

She then asked him what his favorite flower was.

He looked at her with disdain: "Only girls like flowers."

She curled her lips and said, "You look down on women."

His face darkened and he said nothing, and both of them fell into silence.

Perhaps because he saw that the little girl was unhappy, he looked at the spring scenery in the garden and asked her awkwardly, "What's your favorite flower?"

She then smiled again: "Peach Blossom."

He also smiled and said: "Then I will also like peach blossoms in the future."

Hearing him say this, her eyes lit up, and she immediately stood up and said to the boy, "Wait here. I know there is a tall peach tree in Shangnan Garden. I'll pick a peach for you. Oh, I have many friends, I'll bring them along!"

The boy sighed: "It's not enough for me to comfort one child of yours, but I have to comfort a group of them?"

The little girl was smiling and not angry. Knowing that he was not in good health, she pulled him to sit on the stone bench under the Delonix Regia tree and gave him many instructions.

"Just sit here and wait for me. Don't leave. I'll be back soon!"

In fact, it is not easy for him to trust someone.

But at that moment, he wanted to believe it once and bet on an exception.

So, he really didn't leave, and he really just sat here waiting.

Waiting for an exception that is ridiculous to think about.

Unfortunately, he did not wait for her, but only waited for his brothers who had left and returned.

They ridiculed and slandered her as well.

This time, he was neither polite nor lenient.

After all, when he was not suffering from illness, he was not easy to bully.

As a result, he had a fierce fight with them.

They were bound to be hurt, and so was he, even more seriously injured than they were.

Not surprisingly, this matter reached the ears of his father and Concubine Xue. Before the banquet was over, he was sent back to the palace and severely punished.

Unfortunately, not only did he not wait for anyone, he didn't even know the little girl's name.

It was not until they met again later that he slowly recognized her...

He once thought that she could be a ray of light that illuminated his world, but who would have thought that in the end, by some strange twist of fate, she would become the sharpest sword that stabbed him.

The sky above was getting darker and darker, and the night wind made the palace lanterns in the corridor sway.

They stood under the Poinciana tree, and no one spoke, just like the silence that had fallen for no reason that year.

Gao Qian held her hand with one hand and stroked her head with the other. He lowered his head and looked at her silently for a while, then smiled and sighed, "It's a pity that there are no peach blossoms in this season."

Liang Qian moved her lips: "I——"

Gao Qian put his arm around her shoulders and said, "You must be hungry. Let's go have dinner."

He didn't give her a chance to speak.

Liang Qian struggled to push him away, took a step back, clenched her hands tightly, stared at him, and asked through gritted teeth: "Just because I broke my promise that year, you--"

She was shaking with anger.

Gao Qian looked at her and said, "It's wrong to answer yes or no."

Liang Qian sneered, Gao Qian looked down at the coarse cloth on her body, grabbed her wrist and led her to Qingluan Pond: "We have been busy all day today, let's wash up and have dinner."

Liang Qian was about to explode with anger, but he pushed her to the palace maid and walked away.

Qingluan Pool is not a place for drinking and entertaining, but a hot spring pool built by the late emperor specifically for bathing his favorite concubine, Concubine Xue Zhaoyi.

When the previous emperor was alive, he favored Xue Zhaoyi the most. After Xue Zhaoyi passed away, her sister from the same clan took her place. In order to distinguish the two, people called her Little Xue Zhaoyi.

After Liang Qian took a bath and changed into a clean loose robe, most of the hostility she had just felt had already dissipated.

She gritted her teeth, and there was always a breath blocked in her chest.

But more questions were in his mind: How could Gao Qian's sudden visit to Nanyuan not alarm the Queen Mother?

Outside the Donglitai Palace, the palace maid stopped at the door and Liang Qian went in alone.

Gao Qian was sitting crookedly, wearing a rare white robe, which was exactly the same as hers.

There were only the two of them in the empty hall, and even their footsteps echoed.

Under his gaze, she stepped forward.

Liang Qian couldn't stand it any longer: "What are you going to do?"

Gao Qian put down the teacup in his hand, looked at her leisurely, and smiled: "Emperor and Empress, Qian Lang and A Miao, you can choose one, either one is fine, but it can't be Gao Qian and Liang Qian."