Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

The person who had been muttering all the way now lay quietly on his back, completely silent.

"Ah Miao, we are here."

“… Um, we’re here… where are we?”

Liang Qian vaguely heard something and her mind was a little confused.

Without waiting for her to ask, Gao Qian had already put her down on the ground, put his arm around her shoulders, and smiled helplessly.

"Open your eyes and take a look."

Liang Qian opened her eyes in a daze.

At the end of the long white marble steps is a towering cloud platform built on the water. The faint candlelight accompanied by the long veil is an indescribable charm.

On both sides of the road leading to the platform, there are exquisite palace lanterns emitting soft light, which shines in harmony with the stars above.

The high Yuntai looks like an immortal palace, standing in the dark night, mysterious and charming.

The gently swaying shadows of flowers on both sides of the river seem like an illusory dream woven at night. The moist breeze brings a rich, sweet fragrance, adding a bit of reality to the dream.

Liang Qian took a deep breath and felt more and more drunk.

"Where is this... It's so beautiful and smells so good."

Gao Qian brushed aside her hair that was messed up by the wind and said softly, "Phoenix Tower."

"Feng...Huangtai?" Liang Qian narrowed her eyes, somewhat confused about where she was.

"Well, Phoenix Terrace, I asked them to plant a lot of royal poinciana trees on the shore. Now it's in full bloom. Would you like to go up with me to take a look?"

She tried to wake up her consciousness, thought about it carefully, and nodded: "...Okay."

The platform was very high, and even with someone supporting her, she still walked breathlessly.

After walking most of the way, she stopped and slowed down, wondering: "Why are we here?"

Gao Qian saw her breathing slightly and held her shoulders: "Look at the stars."

"Look at the stars?" Liang Qian took a deep breath in a daze: "...It's not Zhao Hede, it's Su, Su Daji?"

Gao Qian laughed: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Liang Qian paused and shook her head: "Nonsense? I'm not talking nonsense. Haven't you heard of the Star-Picking Tower built by King Zhou? You can pick the stars with your hands?"

Gao Qian sighed and picked up the drunk man: "...Forget about it tonight, and don't drink anymore in the future."

"It's not that I want to drink, but you forced me to do it."

"That's right. I won't do that again in the future."

"……Um."

"Do you still hate me?"

"……hatred."

“How can I stop hating?”

"Unless, unless you die."

"...Is that so? Then you must remember that once a word is spoken, it is as good as gold and jade."

"Well, gold and jade are unchangeable!"

Gao Qian sighed silently.

They did not enter the palace, but stopped at the terrace, where palace servants had already placed couches covered with soft cushions.

Liang Qian felt very dizzy and her body was swaying from side to side, and she couldn't sit still at all.

Gao Qian had no choice but to lie down with her in his arms, looking at the stars above and talking to her intermittently.

"Did you know that butterflies only have one mate in their lifetime?"

The night wind was a little chilly. She shook her head and shrank towards him unconsciously.

Gao Qian took off his big banner and covered her with it, then held her in his arms: "Because after a night of pleasure, the male butterfly will die."

"will die?"

"Yes, he will die."

Gao Qian nodded slightly, lowered his eyes and saw that she could hardly open her eyes.

He poked her face with his finger and asked softly, "Are you drunk?"

Her lips moved slightly, her voice was almost inaudible, but her attitude remained firm: "...No."

Gao Qian raised his eyebrows: "Then let me test you."

Come again?

Liang Huan frowned.

Gao Qian moved closer: "Who am I?"

Liang Qian was too lazy to open her eyes, and said impatiently: "...Gao Qian."

"No, it's Qianlang, you——"

Is it the same problem between Qian Lang and A Miao again?

She was really sleepy and just wanted to sleep, but he kept asking her this question over and over again.

This time, she interrupted him impatiently without waiting for him to finish.

"Alright, alright, I get it, my dear, my dear, it's my dear... don't ask any more questions..."

In a state that seemed like a dream, she was gritting her teeth.

"Yes, it's my dear." He chuckled and tightened his arms, hugging her tightly, intertwining their fingers.

Even so, he did not let her go easily.

Until the sound of my lover fell into a deeper dream.

The evening breeze is gentle, and the shadows of flowers are swaying with fragrance.

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When the pale sky gradually turned into pink, Gao Qian carried the person in his arms out of the inner hall and stepped down from the cloud platform.

Outside Shangnan Garden, someone had been waiting for a long time.

Gao Qian carried the man into the carriage.

He then put a small box in his arms into her arms.

For fear of hurting her, only a little bit of the drug was used.

Or maybe, there is still a little bit of selfishness.

Gao Qian looked at her tenderly as he gently stroked the sleeping person's cheek and looked closely at her eyebrows.

"You know that male butterflies are very domineering. If there is a next life..."

He lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment, then sighed: "I will still wait for you, but no one can snatch you away by then, and I will not let you find anyone else."

After a short pause, he continued: "In fact, neither he nor I have changed, it's just you——"

He leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead, took one last look at the sleeping person, and turned to walk out of the carriage.

"His Majesty."

Several unfamiliar faces bowed deeply.

Gao Qian nodded slightly, indicating that they should set off immediately.

He stood there, watching the carriage go away quietly.

Not until the carriage became a small dot and disappeared from sight did he withdraw his gaze, turn around and slowly walk back.

Qian Ming glanced at the emperor's expression and bowed closer: "Your Majesty."

Gao Qian raised his eyes and looked straight ahead, with only coldness in his eyes: "How is it?"

Qian Ming lowered his head: "It's all done."

Gao Qian narrowed his eyes and nodded, a bloodthirsty sneer gradually appeared on his lips, and he said lightly: "Let's go."

It was already noon when we arrived at the entrance of Tongleguan.

Places for pleasure like Tongleguan usually don't open for business too early, but today it looks a little different.

Gao Qian's group consisted of only three people. When they stood at the door, a carriage carrying guests had already stopped in front of the door.

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, someone came up to greet him with a smile on his face, and even shouted to people upstairs.

When he reached the hall, someone came out from a door on the second floor, swaying slowly and pretending to tidy up his appearance while looking behind him with his eyes.

It seems like I didn't see the person I wanted to see, and I was a little disappointed.

Li Yizhu walked down the stairs gracefully and when she got closer, her beautiful eyes were full of affection.

This Qian Lang looked quite different from the one I saw that day.

She covered her mouth and laughed twice: "Why did Qian Lang come here alone today, and not with A Miao?"

Qian Lang and A Miao.

Gao Qian's lowered gaze softened unconsciously: "She..."

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

Li Yizhu took two steps closer, and seeing that he was not scolded or stopped, he naturally took Gao Qian's arm and leaned his soft body against him, looking extremely annoyed about having said something wrong.

"Don't blame me, Qian Lang. Ah Qi is the one who talks too much. Since we are here at Tongle Hall, why would we care about trees and seedlings outside? By the way, there are new prostitutes coming these past two days. Qian Lang, do you want to take a look?"

Gao Qian stared at her hand on his arm, his dark eyes flashing with a faint light.

"How do you want to see it?"

Low and bewitching.

Li Yizhu's heart softened, and she half covered her face with her handkerchief: "Well, of course, Qian Lang can look at me however he wants."

"OK……"

Gao Qian spoke lazily, pinched her chin, and a deep smile spread across his face.