Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Gao Yang lay alone on the cold floor tiles.

It felt like a heavy mountain was pressing down on his chest, filled with countless loneliness, helplessness, and despair... He was unable to get up at all.

But he felt his chest was so empty, so empty that even his heartbeat had an echo. It was like a deserted valley, echoing with sobbing and wailing.

Nancheng Palace has been his home since he was born, but now he looks around and finds that there is not even a single relative in this so-called home.

Those who loved him died.

Those who are alive either abandon him or want to kill him.

In the past, he still had a throne, but now he has lost even the throne...

Gao Yang closed his eyes and sobbed softly.

Perhaps he should have died in the Pomegranate Garden that day, so that he might have seen his mother.

Suddenly, with a thud, something fell at his feet.

For the dark and silent palace, this was undoubtedly a loud noise.

The sound instantly pulled his drifting soul back to his body.

Gao Yang lay there without moving or making a sound.

Before he could open his eyes, a hand passed through his armpit, and the other hand supported his head and rested it on her shoulder.

"Yang'er, wake up... wake up..."

The man shook him gently.

The low, soft voice was filled with anxiety.

Gao Yang's nose felt sore and tears instantly flowed out.

He couldn't even remember the last time his mother hugged him.

After hearing "Yang'er" again, he finally recognized the voice.

Obviously, it wasn't his queen mother, but the person he should push away.

However, instead of pushing her away, he closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious.

Maybe he really just has no strength.

"…Is this…crying? Having a nightmare?"

Her voice was so soft that he couldn't tell whether she was asking him or talking to herself.

Perhaps because she saw that he was taking a long time to wake up, she no longer insisted on waking him up.

Before she figured out her next move, she was already staggering somewhere with him on her back.

Gao Yang wanted to stop her, but he didn't know what to say or how to say it. He didn't want to see her again, let alone talk to her.

Besides, he is now an abandoned emperor and has no use to her anymore. Why should she pretend to care about his life or death?

Could it be that he was really afraid that the deposed emperor would reveal some inside information and shake Gao Hao's throne?

Gao Yang closed his mouth tightly and didn't want to open his eyes anymore.

After a shaky journey, she carried him to the bed.

After taking off his shoes, he pulled the quilt beside him to cover him.

He could clearly hear her breathing slightly. Although he was not fat, he was not light to her.

She just stood by the bed for a moment, then turned and left in the pitch-black darkness.

Listening to the footsteps going away, Gao Yang opened his eyes and shrank back under the quilt. Maybe she just came to see if he was dead or not.

Suddenly, the disappeared footsteps sounded again.

There was also a light that was lit up closer and closer to him.

The light was dim and not very bright, but for someone who had been in the dark for a long time, it was enough to make him panic for a moment, as if the black cloth covering his face was suddenly pulled off, revealing his true face to everyone.

Without the cover of darkness, Gao Yang could only close his eyes and dare not move.

The person on the bed was unconscious, his face was pale and blue, and his lips were chapped and cracked. If it weren't for his shallow breathing and two clear tear marks on his face, I would have thought it was a corpse.

Liang Qian put down the lamp and sat down on the edge of the couch.

I reached out and touched Gao Yang's forehead; it was very hot.

He has a fever.

It's cold, you're wearing such thin clothes and lying on the cold ground, how can you not catch a cold?

Liang Qian picked up a spoon, scooped up some hot water, and slowly dripped it along the corners of Gao Yang's lips.

After feeding him half a bowl of hot water, Gu Ya brought in a copper basin.

"My lady, do you want to summon the imperial physician?"

It's already late. If we summon the imperial physician now, everyone in the palace will know about it.

Their current situation is very embarrassing——

The Queen Mother's thoughts are really hard to understand.

It was she who proposed to depose the emperor, and it was also she who saved the deposed emperor.

Gu Ya stared at Liang Qian timidly.

Liang Qian didn't even think about it and blurted out, "Just call Doctor Fu."

Gu Ya was stunned, lowered her eyes, licked her lips, and said with some difficulty: "Madam, have you forgotten that Imperial Doctor Fu, Imperial Doctor Fu has already..."

Liang Qian's hand holding the spoon froze.

Yes, how could she forget that Doctor Fu froze to death after sleeping on the street all night after getting drunk.

When he was found, his body was as stiff as ice.

Liang Qian put down the porcelain bowl in her hand, glanced at the person sleeping on the bed, and then looked at Gu Ya.

"Go ahead and spread it. Anyone can do it."

Gu Ya lowered her head and said, "Yes."

Just when Gu Ya was about to leave, Liang Qian called her.

"There's no need to hide it from anyone. The more people we mobilize, the better. It would be best if everyone in the palace knew that Prince Guangning was ill."

Gu Ya responded, bowed and walked out.

Liang Qian took a kudzu towel and soaked it in the basin.

In fact, when she told Gao Hao that Gao Yang was frail and sick, it was not just talk.

He first fell into the water, then was poisoned, and later fell ill several times, but he never recovered completely each time.

Ever since he took the throne, she had never heard any words of fear from him. Instead, he tried his best to be a good emperor. But no matter how mature and experienced he pretended to be, he was only a seven-year-old child after all.

How could one not be anxious and worried in the face of the conspiracies and intrigues, and the cunning hearts of the previous dynasty and the harem?

If this continues, how can your body really get better?

Liang Qian sighed and pulled the quilt off Gao Yang.

Just as she was about to unbutton his shirt, a hot hand grabbed her wrist, stopping her from taking the next step.

Liang Qian raised her eyes and met a pair of red eyes covered with water vapor.

Gao Yang turned his eyes away in embarrassment, and said angrily: "Go away, don't touch me."

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper on stone.

Liang Qian knew that he was angry and resented her.

"You have a fever. If you don't reduce the temperature, there will be only two consequences. Either your brain will be burned out, or your life will be burned out."

Gao Yang paused and said bitterly: "I don't need your care."

Liang Qian let go of his hand, hesitated for a moment, and nodded at him: "Okay, but there is no one else here now. If you don't want me to take care of it, then Gu Ya is the only one left. I'll ask him to help you wipe it later."

Gao Yang's face froze, and his drowsy brain kept searching for memories about this person.

It took him a long time to recall the story before he remembered the palace maid named Guya.

I have no idea what he looked like. I only remember that he lowered his head when he spoke and his voice was as soft as a mosquito.

When she looked up and answered again, her tongue seemed to be tied.

I didn't even dare to look at him.

He is an emperor, not a dragon.

Let her wipe your body?

Then forget it.

Gao Yang raised his eyes: "Then...where is Qian Ming?"

Liang Qian also looked at him: "We are now imprisoned in Hanguang Palace. If Gu Ya had not been timid, Gao Hao would definitely not have left us alone."

Seeing that he stopped talking and turned his head away from looking at her, Liang Qian helped him unbutton his shirt again.

When his hot skin touched the hot and wet towel, Gao Yang couldn't help but shiver.

Under her gentle wipe, his body became as stiff as a brick.

Gao Yang closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "I am no longer... the emperor, why do you still care about me?"

Liang Qian pursed her lips: "Win a good reputation for myself."