Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

The visitor stood up, bowed, and hurried out.

As soon as the person left, Lu Wanying lowered her neck, stared at the cloak in her hand, then picked it up and sniffed it hard. It was clearly the clean and cold scent of cedar.

She closed her eyes and buried her head in her cloak.

Soon, suppressed sobbing sounds were heard in the room where incense was burning.

Ruizhu said nothing and lowered her head even more.

*

The group of people who were sent to Yanzhou by the emperor's order set off in the afternoon, and Chen Dechun was among them.

Liang Qian went with them to see them off, knowing that they would not be back for a month or so.

Before leaving, Chen Dechun had a brief conversation with her, which others regarded as instructions and entrustment from a master to his disciple.

After coming to Yuezhou, although I didn't hear anyone talking openly, I could still notice the occasional glances.

The emperor always had fixed servants, so the sudden appearance of a female disciple of the imperial physician naturally attracted attention. More importantly, not only was the imperial physician kind and polite to this female disciple, he also allowed her to enter and leave the emperor's residence freely.

Some people privately said that when the emperor was still the Prince of Qi, he had taken a concubine of mediocre appearance. Because she was proficient in medicine, she had followed the Prince of Qi to control floods and disaster relief. However, little news was heard about her afterwards.

If you think about it this way, it makes sense. The female disciple is fake, and the concubine is real.

When Liang Qian heard Qingzhu say that, she just smiled and guessed that Yuwen Jue might have deliberately released the news to make it easier for her to act.

*

After Chen Dechun left, Liang Qian became busier.

During the day, Liang Qian and Yuwen Jue were busy with their own things and hardly saw each other. They only had the chance to sit together and talk at night.

What they were talking about was either the Yanzhou area or the situation in Jinye and Pingwu City.

Liang Qian finally rejected the proposal to send Xier to Yuezhou. Not to mention that the front line was still unstable, there was also the matter of quelling the rebellion that needed to be dealt with next.

After working for several days in a row, Liang Qian felt a little tired. She rubbed her sore neck, put away the pills she had made, and went for a walk in the courtyard to get some fresh air. She didn't expect to see a sweet-scented osmanthus tree by the wall that was in full bloom, so she suggested to Qingzhu that they pick some to make cakes, send some to Xiao Qianyi, and use the rest themselves.

Seeing that it was still early, he simply went to the bathroom to prepare some antique soup for dinner.

When I came out of the room again, the lights in the courtyard were on.

When the first piece of mushroom was thrown into the pot, Yuwen Jue came back.

I was surprised to see the antique soups and cakes on the table.

My somewhat depressed heart suddenly became bright.

He raised his hand to dismiss the others, a smile in his eyes.

"You cooked?"

Liang Qian glanced at the man with the burning gaze and frowned: "Yeah, why are you so happy?"

As he said this, he put down the chopsticks in his hand and stood up to help him change his clothes.

Before she even came close to him, he pulled her over, put his chin on her shoulder, and sighed, "Do you know how long it has been since I last ate something you made?"

In fact, she was not good at cooking, but during the days she lived in Prince Qi's Mansion, no matter what she cooked, Yuwen Jue would eat it all up, which made her think that her cooking skills had improved a lot.

Now that it's said like this, how could she not understand the meaning?

Liang Qian's eyes were sore, but she was very annoyed: "You are like this every time."

Yuwen Jue was a little puzzled and looked at her strangely: "What am I like every time?"

Liang Qian tilted her head and glared at him: "First you praised me for my good tea making, then you coaxed me into making tea for you for such a long time, and later you used sweet words to trick me into giving birth to a child for you, and now you're planning on making me a cook for you?" Hearing this, Yuwen Jue hugged her and laughed softly.

Seeing him laughing so happily, Liang Qian said unhappily, "You are not allowed to laugh."

Yuwen Jue nodded and looked at her with interest: "Then there is indeed a way, do you want to try it?"

Liang Qian's face flushed instantly, and she turned away from him angrily: "Are you really——"

Yuwen Jue stopped teasing her, tightened his arms, and sighed faintly: "Xianxian, let's stay together like this forever, okay? Even if you don't want to make tea, have children, or cook...it doesn't matter, it's good just like this now."

After spending so many days together, he could see clearly that there was always a layer of separation between them, and he also knew that it was not intentional.

Yuwen Jue narrowed his eyes and stepped back to look at her: "You don't know, although I know Qingzhu is with you, I am still worried that you will leave without saying goodbye like last time. I have to send someone to see what you are doing to feel at ease."

Liang Qian's heart ached suddenly: "No need to send anyone to check on me in the future."

Then she stroked his face and said, "Since you have lost it and found it again, you should cherish it. Also, what you just said is wrong. We will get better and better."

"You--" Yuwen Jue looked at her, his eyes gradually becoming moist, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Liang Qian met his gaze: "Looking back over the years, you have always been the one taking the initiative, and I always avoid problems. If I think about it carefully, I really shouldn't have done that. How could you become sick with worry if it wasn't because of me -"

She lowered her head and took a moment to calm down, then looked at him again: "Don't worry, I won't do that again in the future. Whether you are Lu Xiu or Yu Wenjue, you are my husband. I will always believe in you, respect you, and love you."

Yuwen Jue stared blankly at the smiling person in front of him, with tears and smiles on his face.

Liang Qian sniffed and took something out from her sleeve. "Look, I've been keeping it all this time."

Yuwen Jue took it with surprise, it was their marriage certificate.

With just one glance, tears welled up in his eyes. His voice became hoarse and he hugged her tightly, unable to utter any more words.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

Back then, he misunderstood her and ignored her request for help...

Liang Qian gently stroked Yuwen Jue's back, and it was at this moment that she realized that the pain hidden in his heart was no less than hers.

In the villa in Lincheng, Xiao Qianyi told her that Yuwen Jue was apologizing to her even in his dreams...

But how can we blame him for all this?

Liang Qian stood on tiptoe and kissed his eyes: "Don't say such stupid things in the future."

She raised her face and gently wiped his wet face, smiling with tears in her eyes: "Since I have carefully prepared it for the whole afternoon, Your Majesty, don't you take the time to taste it?"

Yuwen Jue was slightly stunned, and grabbed the hand that was wiping his tears: "You... agreed?"

Liang Qian smiled and nodded: "You are willing to bear the stigma of lusting after beauty for me, how can I be timid? Isn't it just a country-ruining enchantress? It's not a new term. I——"

Yuwen Jue's face turned cold: "Don't talk nonsense, you are my wife, and the future queen of the Great Zhou. No one can slander you, not even yourself."

Liang Qian saw his expression change and stopped joking.

He insisted on making himself the queen, and he must have known how great the risk was and how much pressure and resistance he would encounter in the future.

Liang Qian sighed. Wasn’t it because she was worried about these things that she refused?

"Okay, I got it. I promise not to say anything nonsense next time."

Yuwen Jue held her hand, looked at her seriously, and said, "I am not making you the queen for you, but for myself. I want the world to know that Liang Qian is my, Yuwen Jue's, wife. I want them to respect you, just like they respect me. I don't want you to pretend to be someone who doesn't exist. I want you to stand shoulder to shoulder with me."