Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Chapter 624: Sharing Weal and Woe

The faces of Zhao Heng and the others suddenly changed. They opened their mouths wide and stared in disbelief. They were frozen in a daze, as if they had even forgotten to breathe. They simply couldn't believe their eyes.

In this astonishment, the air froze for a moment, and then the sound of kneeling was heard.

The sound of kneeling woke Zhao Heng up.

Looking at the person who came, he was speechless for a long time. After a long while, he swallowed hard. "You, you are... Zhou Jun?"

When Liang Qian turned around, she saw Yuwen Jue standing a few steps away, frowning and staring at her.

When she met that gaze, Liang Qian's heart trembled, and she couldn't help but feel an indescribable panic.

Before coming to Pingwu, she concealed from him the fact that Zhaoheng was still alive.

Although he knew in his heart that he might not be unaware of it, the reason why he never mentioned it was that he planned to find an opportunity to kill Zhao Heng himself.

At least before he entered the city and came to the palace, she had removed the thorn in her heart.

But right now...

Liang Qian lowered her head, feeling indescribably embarrassed.

Yuwen Jue approached slowly, his voice extremely hoarse: "How could you agree to him?"

Liang Qian's heart was shocked and she looked up to deny it.

Her hands felt warm, and Yuwen Jue was already holding her, his slightly narrowed eyes showing a deep and dark look.

The explanation that Liang Qian was about to blurt out was drowned out by his deep eyes.

Zhao Heng did not bother to find out whether the person who came was Zhou Jun Yuwen Jue or the long-dead Sima Lu Xiu. Seeing that he had no way to survive, he held the knife tightly and shouted with gritted teeth.

"Liang Qian, do you want to collect her body?"

Liang Qian looked over and saw that she hadn't seen when the crowd was filled with archers, surrounding the place and ready to attack.

"Zhao Heng! Don't hurt her!" Wang Tingyue was shocked and couldn't help but take a step forward, clenching his fists in a hurry.

Liang Jiao looked at Wang Tingyue with tears in her eyes and moved her lips.

Liang Qian was about to speak again, but Yuwen Jue looked at her silently without saying anything. His eyes swept calmly towards the man with the knife, and his tone was calm.

"Zhao Heng, I think you made a mistake."

Zhao Heng was a little confused: "What, what do you mean."

Yuwen Jue's eyes narrowed: "I shouldn't be alive now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took Liang Qian in his arms. Before he could stand firmly, something seemed to bring up a cold breeze in the air.

Hearing Wang Tingyue's low call, Liang Qian, lying in Yuwen Jue's arms, was stunned for a moment.

When she raised her eyes again, she was met with a pair of bottomless eyes.

That look was colder than the biting north wind, sharper than a sword that silently cuts through iron, strange and creepy.

Just one glance can turn water into ice.

Liang Qian stretched her head to look with a trembling heart. No matter whether they were the rebel guards or the concubine of Prince Langya, in the blink of an eye, they had fallen down in a pile like bloody hedgehogs, with a steady stream of blood flowing out from under their bodies, gathering and spreading.

Wang Tingyue squatted aside, holding Liang Jiao tightly in his arms, and asked in a low voice.

As soon as Liang Qian stood firm, Yuwen Jue let go of her hand without even looking at her.

He pursed his thin lips, stretched out his hand, drew the sword from his waist, and walked slowly towards the pile of corpses with an expressionless face.

Before he could get closer, Zhao Heng had already been dragged out from the pile of corpses and held high.

He was hit by an arrow in his right arm and back. His face was pale and he was groaning softly.

Everyone around him died, but he was still alive.

He did not feel relieved for this, but stared in horror at the person who was approaching step by step. He did not care about the pain in his body, and struggled hard to try to break free from the clamps, while stammering in a trembling voice as if to beg for mercy.

The tip of the sword, flashing with a cold light, gently cut open his sleeve, which was not very thick to begin with, revealing his wrist underneath.

"Please, please—"

He pressed and poked with the tip of the knife on his left hand, and before he could finish, something broke with a snap.

Zhao Heng shuddered, a sharp pain shot straight to the top of his head, and his whole body spasmed and twisted uncontrollably.

First the hands, then the feet.

After cutting the tendons of the hands and feet, they cut off the ears and noses one by one...

The only sound echoing in the silent street was the shrill and ear-piercing screams.

One voice after another.

It's horrible.

Compared to Zhao Heng, whose wails were piercing one's brain, Yuwen Jue's face was calm without a trace of expression. A lingering chill surrounded his body, and the long sword in his hand was wielded slowly, with an elegance that was bloody and cruel.

Liang Qian stared at Yuwen Jue's silhouette without blinking, as if she was standing in the snow, her whole body almost frozen.

That was Lu Xiu whom she had never seen before.

Cruel and bloodthirsty.

When Xiao Qianyi and his men arrived, they saw dead bodies everywhere.

In front of the pile of corpses, Yuwen Jue was holding a sword and killing a man. If he continued like this, the man would soon become worse than a human pig.

Xiao Qianyi's feet, which were about to move forward, stopped abruptly.

Gong Xijin stood beside Xiao Qianyi, looking at the scene not far away, with a complicated expression, and was somewhat speechless.

"Lord..."

The master was usually very serious, but the one in front of him looked so strange that it made people feel cold and terrified.

Xiao Qianyi came back to her senses and looked at Gong Xijin with pale lips.

Their eyes met and they both fell into silence.

No one dared to speak, and no one dared to step forward.

It seemed as if everyone was still.

Suddenly, someone bent down, picked up the dagger on the ground, and walked towards the dying person.

Xiao Qianyi frowned and was about to speak, but saw Liang Qian stabbed the man in the chest with a knife.

The screams stopped abruptly.

Liang Qian pulled out the dagger and threw it aside.

She turned around and looked at Yuwen Jue, who was holding a sword and saying nothing.

Those originally dark eyes were now wet and red.

Liang Qian felt very distressed.

Little did he know that every cut that seemed to be made on Zhao Heng's body was actually something he wanted to make on himself.

Liang Qian held back her tears, took a deep breath, raised her hand to touch Yuwen Jue's face, looked into his eyes, and said softly, "Lu Xiu."

Yuwen Jue's throat choked and he narrowed his eyes: "...I'm sorry."

Liang Qian shook her head vigorously and tears began to fall.

He always blamed himself for not saving the person.

Liang Qian's heart ached, and her voice became hoarse with tears in her eyes: "At that time, there must have been many misunderstandings between us. I know it all. In fact, I knew it when I was in Taoqiyuan..."

Liang Qian's face was wet, and she reached out to hug him: "Lu Xiu, it's all over."

Yuwen Jue loosened his grip, dropped the sword, silently buried his head in her neck, and tightened and retracted his arms around her waist.

Liang Qian gently stroked Yuwen Jue's back, again and again.

She could clearly feel the hot liquid dripping into her collar, wetting her neck, and she couldn't stop it.

Liang Qian didn't know how much time had passed, she only knew how long Yuwen Jue had been silent and how long she had been standing there holding him.

Looking at a pair of figures.

Xiao Qianyi's heart was shaken.

In the pharmacy, she couldn't help but ask Chen Dechun, Liang Qian is now more notorious than before, why doesn't he mind at all, and is trying his best to help them?

He even risked the crime of deceiving the emperor and tricked Liang Qian into coming to Yuezhou.

Are you really just concerned about your master's health?

Chen Dechun stroked his mustache and said meaningfully, "It is not so much that the Lord needs Liang Qian, but rather that the people of the world need Liang Qian."

Xiao Qianyi's gaze slowly moved towards the street scene in the distance.

That winter, in the Prince of Qi's mansion, my brother guessed my feelings for Yuwen Jue and strongly opposed it.

He also said that if it was Lu Xiu he might not stop it, but he definitely wouldn't stop Yuwen Jue.

At that time, she didn't understand.

Now, I understand.

Xiao Qianyi couldn't help but smile and shook her head.

She turned around and said to Gongxi Jin, "General Gongxi, I think we should take some people to clean up this street."