Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Liang Qian stood still and did not answer, as if she didn't hear anything.

Gao Qian looked at her angry expression, forced himself to stop smiling, and spoke in a casual tone.

"Since you don't choose, let me choose."

He tilted his head and thought carefully for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and said, "Then let's continue with Qian Lang and A Miao. I like both of them. We are together forever and ever."

Liang Qian frowned and said nothing, glaring at him hatefully.

Gao Qian shook his head and sighed, then he stood up and pulled her to sit beside him, and stroked her slightly damp long hair. A faint scent of tuberose stained his fingertips and would not dissipate.

"Today, no matter whether it's hatred or vengeance, let's put it aside for one night and rest for a night, okay?"

He didn't look at her anymore after he finished speaking, but his voice was full of fatigue.

"What did you think A-Miao said and did to Qian Lang the night before he left home?"

He picked up the wine jug beside him, poured himself a glass, and held it up to look at her.

Liang Qian was shocked: "How can you drink now? Are you going to die?"

In his previous life, he was addicted to alcohol, which he used as a disguise and to vent his feelings.

But in this life, he would not drink unless it was necessary. At least, she had rarely seen him drink since she entered the palace.

If he wanted to drink it in the past, it would be fine, but with his current physical condition, how could he bear it?

Because of what he did, all her efforts these days were wasted.

Liang Qian was furious and reached out to grab his wine glass: "What you want to drink now is not wine, but medicine!"

Gao Qian had expected this and easily avoided it. He grabbed her hand, tilted his head slightly, and drank it all in one gulp.

He smiled at her: "No one has ever dared to take my cup, A Miao, you are quite courageous."

Liang Qian said unhappily: "Are you crazy?"

Gao Qian was stunned, his fingers clenched the wine glass, he lowered his head and laughed softly: "Yeah, I went crazy a long time ago."

His laughter was hoarse and sad, and it was a bit heartbreaking in the empty hall.

Liang Qian choked and said nothing.

Yes, he is a madman.

Gao Qian let go of her hand, grabbed the wine jug beside him, and filled the empty cup.

Liang Qian sat aside and watched him drink the second cup.

Maybe it's because I haven't drunk for a long time, or maybe it's because I drank too quickly.

He started coughing suddenly, and if she hadn't been quick to catch it, the cup would have fallen to the ground.

She put down her cup and looked at him seriously.

Gao Qian is usually crazy, but today he is so crazy that it makes no sense and is inexplicable.

Could it be that something unexpected happened in the court or the palace?

Perhaps because she didn't say anything, Gao Qian slowed down his breathing, smiled and touched her head: "I will only drink this pot, and I won't drink anymore. This pot should not kill me, and it won't delay your business."

Liang Qian closed her eyes. She felt an unusual pain somewhere in her body, but she knew the pain was not hers.

She glanced at the wine jug. It was quite heavy and it was hard to say whether she would die.

If Gao Qian really died in Shangnanyuan, it is not certain whether she could become A Miao, but she would definitely become Zhao Hede.

In this case, wouldn't it be like dying before saving others?

That won't work. It's better to help him 'share' some of the burden and stop before she gets drunk. It would be best if you pour some out when he's not paying attention.

Having made up her mind, Liang Qian took a deep breath, took the wine jug from Gao Qian, and filled an empty wine glass.

Gao Qian was startled and stared at her blankly: "You, what are you doing..."

Liang Qian pointed at the wine pot and said seriously: "I'll help you drink it. We agreed that there is only this one pot, and I won't joke with you."

Gao Qian looked at her with a serious expression, then laughed quietly, then shook his head, sweeping away his previous depression.

"Okay, just this one pot. I want to take you somewhere later. I just want to have dinner with you. I don't really want to get drunk."

He felt a mixture of bittersweet and sads in his heart, as if the little girl who had taken the initiative to stay with him that year had come back.

Although he knew it was only for a moment.

Gao Qian took the wine jug and filled it with wine again. Just as he was about to drink it, he was grabbed by Liang Qian.

She pointed at the food on the table and smiled sadly: "You don't have to drink like that, eat something first."

Gao Qian stared at Liang Qian, his lips curved up: "Okay."

After saying this, Gao Qian really stopped drinking alone. If the number of cups was odd, she drank more than him.

Of course, she only took one sip and poured the rest out.

Soon the wine jug was empty. Although she felt a little dizzy, she was still conscious.

After finishing the jug, Gao Qian picked up the empty jug, with an undisguised look of surprise on his face, but he did not ask for any more wine.

Liang Qian finally felt relieved.

Otherwise, if she keeps drinking, she will get drunk sooner or later.

There were quite a lot of food on the table, some bought by them and some made by the palace servants.

Liang Qian used a lot of it.

Seeing that Gao Qian was no longer crazy and in a good mood, she took the opportunity to ask about the appointment with Zhou Situ in two days. Not to mention that the Zhou family was a breath of fresh air in Jinye, even for Zhou Yun, they could not ignore his family.

Since returning to Jinye, she also inquired about Cao Danqing's news, only to hear that she lived in seclusion and rarely interacted with others.

After asking Zhou, he asked Wang Tingyue, the Queen Mother, Gao Yi... Gao Qian answered every question and told him everything.

Knowing that everything was going as planned, Liang Qian finally felt relieved.

Perhaps it was because the hall was too hot and stuffy, her face felt hotter and hotter, her head felt heavier, and her consciousness gradually became dizzy. She could not hold on any longer and simply fell on the table.

Gao Qian gently patted the man with a dull look in his eyes and suppressed a smile: "Are you drunk?"

Liang Qian raised her head and opened her eyes wide, then shook her head with certainty: "No."

After a pause, he said, "I'm just a little sleepy."

Gao Qian smiled, understanding what she meant, but didn't expose her.

"You promised to go somewhere with me. Don't break your promise this time."

Liang Qian tried to sit up straight, opening her eyes again and again: "Okay."

Gao Qian called out softly, and the palace maid immediately brought a large banner.

After they were dressed, Gao Qian pulled Liang Qian out of the hall.

As soon as she stepped out of the hall, a cool breeze mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees blew over her. Before she could even express her relief, Liang Qian could hardly stand.

Gao Qian sighed slightly: "I'd better carry you there."

While the palace servants and eunuchs were dumbfounded, Gao Qian had already squatted down. He glanced at them, and the palace servant hurriedly came forward with a pale face and helped the man onto his back.

"No one is allowed to follow."

The palace maids and eunuchs knelt on the ground, responded in unison, and bowed their heads to see him off respectfully.

Shangnan Garden is immersed in tranquility late at night, with winding stone paths and green branches and leaves on both sides of the road illuminated by twinkling palace lanterns, adding a gentleness and beauty that is not present during the day.

He carried her on his back and walked forward step by step.

Gao Qian turned his head slightly and asked the person on his shoulder: "Are you drunk?"

The confused man immediately raised his head: "No."

Gao Qian smiled and nodded: "Why do you want to drink?"

Liang Qian thought for a moment: "...I don't want to be Zhao Hede."

Gao Qian was stunned for a moment, then the smile on his lips turned bitter: "I won't let you become Zhao Hede. If possible, I hope we are just Qian Lang and A Miao..."

Her head felt heavy, so she had to lie down again. She could vaguely hear something A Miao said.

She hummed: "…A Miao can, but Zhao Hede can't."

Gao Qian laughed softly: "Are you drunk?"

"……No."

"Then let me test you to see if you are drunk or not."

"……it is good."

"Who is Qian Lang to A Miao?"

"...Yes, my dear."

"What? I didn't hear that."

"Lang Jun!"

"say it again."

"...Say it ten times, it's still Langjun... Langjun! Langjun! Langjun!"