Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Lu Wanying was really surprised.

"What did you say? Cao Danqing is not dead?"

Puyang opened her eyes wide and nodded solemnly: "Yes, she is not dead, and Shaochun is not dead either. They even sent me a letter, but I don't know why, it was sent from Zhou State."

"Zhou Kingdom? Why did she go to Zhou Kingdom?"

Lu Wanying stared at the person in front of her, becoming more and more confused.

On that day, the person who reported it said that Zhou Zhaoyuan was stabbed to death, and Cao Danqing and Zhou Shaochun were both missing and their whereabouts were unknown.

A lady in seclusion and a child in the wilderness, missing, what good can come of them? Besides, it's freezing and snowy, it's no different from being dead.

But now, not only is he not dead, he has even gone to the Zhou Kingdom.

Simply incredible!

Lu Wanying frowned, vaguely feeling that something was wrong. When she was about to ask for details, a palace servant came in with a bow, saying that the queen had arrived.

The conversation was forced to stop. Lu Wanying felt a little annoyed, but there was nothing he could do.

Upon seeing this, Puyang tactfully withdrew.

Not wanting to be seen, Ruizhu asked someone to take Puyang out through the side door.

Lu Wanying did not go to the palace gate to greet Yuan Yun'e. She raised her chin slightly, and a palace servant cleaned up the tea leaves on the table.

As Lu Wanying stood up, Yuan Yun'e had already walked to the door.

Lu Wanying looked normal, smiling a little: "How come the Queen has time to come?"

Everyone in the palace knew that because of the continuous wars, the queen would invite monks into the palace to chant scriptures and pray every once in a while. In the past two days, she has been staying in the lecture hall day and night.

But Lu Wanying hated this the most.

Yuan Yun'e was no longer surprised by Lu Wanying's impoliteness.

She walked and looked around, with a slight smile on her face all the time.

"Hong'er has been in Hanguang Palace for some time now. I have always wanted to take some time to come and see him. Last night, the master mentioned that he was afraid that Hong'er might be shy and would not accept Concubine Shu's discipline."

Lu Wanying was stunned, then smiled: "Hong'er and I get along very well, the Lord and the Queen are really worrying too much."

Yuan Yun'e sneered in her heart. First kill Wei, then snatch the third prince. What is she planning? Doesn't she know what she is thinking?

Yuan Yun'e smiled and nodded: "I think so too."

After the two of them sat down, Gao Zihong was carried in by a palace maid. He did not cry like before, but just lay in the palace maid's arms, motionless, with only a pair of wet and red eyes blinking, looking both aggrieved and pitiful.

Yuan Yun'e frowned and asked curiously, "What happened?"

The palace maid bowed her head and replied softly, "The wine and cheese sent by the Ministry of Food were not to his liking, and the Third Prince cried for a while. However, Concubine Shu has asked them to re-cook it, so I think it will be delivered soon."

Lu Wanying frowned: "It's been so long, and you're still not well? How can I let the Third Prince wait with an empty stomach?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, a eunuch came in with a jade plate.

Yuan Yun'e looked over and saw four small bowls on the not-so-big jade plate. They all looked like sweet and sour wine, but they looked slightly different.

The oatmeal porridge with almond juice smells very mellow.

For no apparent reason, she felt nauseous and covered her nose imperceptibly.

Lu Wanying didn't notice it. She looked at the pitiful child and said softly, "Hong'er, do you want your mother to feed you?"

The child curled his lips, said nothing, and just shrank into the palace maid's arms.

Ruizhu took the bowl, walked to Gao Zihong, knelt down, and smiled at Lu Wanying, "Usually you feed him yourself. Today, the Queen is not here, so you can just stay and chat with her. Let me feed the Third Prince."

Yuan Yun'e put down her hand and glanced at Lu Wanying with a smile: "Shu Fei is really considerate."

Lu Wanying pursed her lips: "Of course I have to be more careful when taking care of Honger."

The little guy had been hungry and crying for a long time and was exhausted. Now he suddenly saw the sweet cheese and started to eat it mouthful after mouthful without any coaxing.

Lu Wanying reached out her hand, patted Gao Zihong's back gently, and told him to eat slowly. She caught a glimpse of the remaining three bowls out of the corner of her eye, and before she could say anything, someone ran in in panic and bowed hastily.

"Empress, it's bad, the master fell off his horse and was injured!"

"What?" Yuan Yun'e was startled and stood up immediately.

Everyone in the hall changed their expressions and knelt on the ground with their heads bowed. Only Gao Zihong didn't understand and continued to eat the sweet and yogurt in the bowl.

Yuan Yun'e asked anxiously, "Where is the master? Is he seriously injured?"

The man trembled and said, "My Lord is in Taiji Hall now. As for the rest, I, I don't know."

Yuan Yun'e didn't ask any more questions. She glanced at Lu Wanying who was also stunned, and hurried to the outer hall.

Lu Wanying came to his senses.

She was not as worried as Yuan Yun'e, nor was she in a hurry to go to the Taiji Hall. Instead, she glanced at Gao Zihong, who was still concentrating on eating sweet and sour milk, with a complicated expression, and then slowly looked at Ruizhu who was kneeling beside her.

Their eyes met and Ruizhu nodded heavily.

Lu Wanying's brows relaxed.

If anything happens to Gao Hao, Gao Zihong will be her way out.

Thinking about it this way, I can't help but feel fortunate.

Fortunately, we prepared for a rainy day.

Lu Wanying didn't delay any longer and was about to go out with her people.

"Miss."

Ruizhu called her.

As there were other people present, Ruizhu took a few steps forward and whispered into Lu Wanying's ear.

Lu Wanying frowned, her eyes became darker, and the smile on her lips became deeper.

After saying a few simple words, Ruizhu lowered her head and stepped aside.

Lu Wanying raised her eyes to look at the bowls of sweet and sour wine on the table in the distance and smiled.

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When there is no wind, the sun shines on my body and I feel a little warm.

In the small courtyard surrounded by the dense wintersweet forest, there was a table with many bottles and jars piled on it. Two people were sitting on each side, facing each other, busy with something.

Gu Ya peeked into the jade mortar and saw that the spice particles were even and fine.

"Queen, do you think this is enough?"

Liang Qian stretched her head to take a look and said, "It's all right. After we pack these bottles, we'll bury them under the wintersweet tree and they'll be ready to use in a few days."

She fiddled with the small bottle in her hand and smiled mysteriously: "It can last for a few days."

Gu Ya looked at that bright smiling face, but the more she looked at it, the more creepy it seemed.

Before making incense, the Queen Mother gave numerous instructions that once the incense was made, it must be properly kept and not touched casually.

Gu Ya looked at the ten or so small bottles again and couldn't help feeling scared.

Liang Qian sealed the bottle mouth with wax herself.

The two men had just buried the bottle when the door of the fence was pushed open.

Liang Qian washed her hands, took off her heavy outer robe, and sat by the small stove. She raised her head and looked towards the door. From time to time, she could see Gu Ya coming and going.

Liang Qian lowered her eyes and tore open the letter.

I looked at it carefully for a long time.

The fighting on the front line is really out of control and everyone has his own thoughts.

Liang Qian closed the letter, sighed silently, and looked at the flame burning in the small stove in a daze.

Jinye must not be in chaos. Once Jinye is in chaos, it is hard to say whether the various kings will not take the opportunity to rebel and become kings. By then, all he can use are some of the imperial guards in the palace. How can they compete with the numerous palace soldiers?

By then, Qi will be in chaos, there will be more casualties, and the situation will become uncontrollable...

Liang Qian pondered for a moment, threw the letter into the small stove, stood up and walked to the window, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of the jade flute in the corner.

In fact, she is not good at playing the flute.

Liang Qian paused and turned to walk towards the wall where the jade flute was placed.