Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Before leaving the house, the new palace maid brought in gorgeous crowns and clothes.

"Your Highness, you usually wear plain clothes. This dress is bright in color but not vulgar. The fabric is smooth as water. It is very different from what you usually wear. Why don't you wear this today?"

Liang Qian sat in front of the mirror, with Qingzhu helping her to tie her hair. Upon hearing what was said, she tilted her head and saw that it was the lotus silk dress.

Liang Qian pursed her lips and said nothing.

Qingzhu frowned: "Why did you bring it here?"

The little palace maid was very puzzled.

"I haven't had the time to put it--" Qingzhu was about to explain to Liang Qian.

Liang Qian waved her hand to stop him and said to the little palace maid, "You said it is different from what you usually see because it is made of lotus silk, which is the silk extracted from lotus stems. It is normal that you don't recognize it. It is not originally used to make ordinary clothes."

The little palace maid was surprised: "What is that for?"

Liang Qian glanced at her and said, "Vestments."

"Vestments?"

The air in the hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone's expressions changed.

Everyone knew that the master was vigorously promoting the policy of destroying Buddhism. Not only did he demolish temples, he also ordered monks and nuns to return to secular life.

But now the material used to make gowns is used to make dresses for the queen.

Liang Qian raised her eyes to Qing Zhu and said, "Sun He will be executed at noon today, right?"

Qingzhu replied: "Yes."

Liang Qian looked at her neatly tied hair in the mirror, stood up, walked to the little palace maid, and picked up the clothes on the jade tray.

“Although this lotus silk brocade is light and smooth, it is not irreplaceable. It is even less comfortable than silk. To put it bluntly, it is just a curiosity and useless. It also wastes people’s time and money.

If I wear it, it might attract other ladies to imitate me, and then there will be a trend of curiosity, or those who are interested may know about it and follow suit, looking for such a clever thing to please me, and then I will be guilty of a great sin. "

The little maid turned pale, lowered her head and knelt down: "It is my ignorance."

Liang Qian smiled slightly: "Besides, who knows what kind of heart is hidden under this gorgeous dress? If the fish doesn't want to take the bait, don't touch the bait easily.

Since you are going to execute him in public, then send these things along with you for public display, and just say you are following my orders."

The little palace maid replied in a trembling voice, "Yes."

After changing clothes, Liang Qian walked out of the Pepper Room.

The morning sun is not too strong, and the official road is lined with green trees. With a gentle breeze, people who are about to go on a long journey are waiting outside the city.

Liang Qian lifted the curtain and looked out, and saw Yuwen Jue talking to Wang Tingyue.

Looking at the two people in the distance, the scene in the Dali Temple prison many years ago flashed before my eyes.

She stood opposite Lu Xiu, while Wang Tingyue was tied to the rack beside them.

In fact, Lu Xiu was not hurting Wang Tingyue, but saving him.

Seeing her carriage, the two people who were talking looked over almost at the same time.

Over the years, Wang Tingyue's brows showed some wrinkles, but he didn't look haggard at all. Instead, he looked more calm and steady.

I still remember that when he first arrived in Luoan, many people were resentful of his status as a surrendered minister, but as time went by, people's true colors were revealed, and now who in the court and the country is not convinced by him?

Liang Qian got off the carriage and looked at Wang Yunlang, who was standing behind Wang Tingyue, with a smile. Wang Yunlang was about seven or eight years old, still childish, with bright eyes on his round face, and a serious appearance, which was exactly the same as Wang Tingyue.

This time, Yuwen Jue ordered Wang Tingyue to take over the post of governor of Yongzhou and garrison in Jinye.

When he saw Liang Qian, Wang Yunlang stepped forward and saluted in a formal manner.

"Yun Lang greets his aunt."

Liang Qian patted his little head and said, "No need to be polite."

As he said this, he took a brocade box from Qingzhu and handed it to him.

"This is the farewell gift your sister Xi and her friends asked me to give you before leaving. If it were not inconvenient for them to leave the palace, they would have come to see you off. As for this brocade box, they repeatedly told me not to peek at it and told me to wait until you got on the car before opening it."

Wang Yunlang was stunned, took the brocade box with both hands, and smiled embarrassedly: "Thank you, aunt, please help me convey my gratitude."

"it is good."

They looked at each other and laughed, and the sadness of parting faded a lot.

The words of farewell were only a few words.

Wang Tingyue bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Queen, please take care."

Liang Qian nodded gently: "You guys should take care of yourselves too."

She watched Wang Tingyue and Yun Lang get on the carriage together.

On the high city wall, Liang Qian looked at the group of people who were gradually going away, her eyes moist.

After this separation, I don’t know when we will meet again.

When they were in Jin Ye, they thought that as long as the war was settled, the world would be at peace and they could live as they had imagined. However, after the fall of the Great Qi, there were many wars, big and small.

After all, as long as there are people, there will be disputes, and where there are disputes, there will be wars.

Going back and forth, there is no beginning or end.

Now, they are just doing their respective duties and trying their best to maintain this hard-earned peace.

The carriage had completely turned into a tiny dot and was almost invisible.

Yuwen Jue took Liang Qian's hand.

Liang Qian tilted her head to look at him, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Is Yunlang really just a child that Lu Mingye found from somewhere else?"

She did not forget that Yuwen Jue had been paying attention to Lu's actions.

Yuwen Jue smiled and glanced at her, then put his arm around her shoulders and looked towards the official road in the distance: "Does it make any difference whether it is true or not?"

Liang Qian was stunned and looked in the direction Yuwen Jue was looking. There was no sign of the carriage at the end of the official road.

Her heart moved, "Yes, there is no difference."

"It's time for us to go back."

"it is good."

When turning around, Liang Qian saw the hustle and bustle of the city bathed in the morning light.

Since when, the flat street has been filled with people and cars, and all kinds of hawking sounds are heard, as if a flowing picture scroll is slowly unfolding before her eyes.

She couldn't help but hold Yuwen Jue's hand tightly and stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

She knew that what she saw was Luoan City, but it was not just Luoan City.

This life is already different.

*

It's that time of year again with pink peach blossoms and green willows.

Liang Qian asked someone to move a couch and place it under the peach tree in the courtyard. Then she found a comfortable position and lay down with Yuwen Jue to bask in the sun.

It was spring, and the pink petals on the branches above were blown all over the place by the wind, falling all over the courtyard, covering the ground with their tender pink color.

The garden was full of spring beauty, but they were the only two of them cuddling together, occasionally exchanging a word or two.

What we talk about most on weekdays is politics.

But today, we don’t talk about war or politics, we just chat.

It is a rare leisurely and carefree moment.

Liang Qian turned her head and looked quietly at the handsome man in front of her, as if she could not look at him enough, her eyes never blinking.

Over the years, he first devoted himself to the war and then became busy with political affairs, which exhausted his energy.

Liang Qian's heart ached slightly when her thoughts were touched, but she dared not let anyone notice it.

Perhaps because he saw that she was looking at him, Yuwen Jue also looked at her: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Liang Qian raised her head, and had a teasing heart: "After all, I was once the most beautiful girl in their mouths. Why didn't anyone of you set fire to the beacon fire for me? Even if there was no fire to play with the princes, there should be heroes in the world fighting for me, right? But in the end, why is there nothing? Alas, it seems that my reputation as the queen of enchantment is not worthy of it. I have to work harder in the future!"

Yuwen Jue was stunned, hugged the person in his arms tightly, and laughed softly.

Liang Qian laughed along, but who would have thought that Yuwen Jue started coughing again.

Liang Qian was anxious and regretted teasing him on purpose. She quickly got up and patted his chest to help him breathe. "Oh, that's enough, stop laughing. I just--"

A bit of sourness arises in the sweet heart.

Yuwen Jue squeezed her hand and said, "I know you are trying to make me happy."

Liang Qian lowered her eyes and sighed: "I always feel that compared to what you have done for me, I seem to have done very little for you."

"How could that be?" Yuwen Jue kissed her palm, "Xianxian, you stayed by my side and didn't leave me alone. That was the best thing you did for me."

Liang Qian's eyes were sore: "Really?"

"Of course," Yuwen Jue held her hand and nodded gently: "In order to keep this good relationship going for a long time, I can only do my best to treat you well. When you think about it this way, in fact, I treat you well not for you, but for myself. In this way, it seems that you are at a disadvantage."

Liang Qian's heart felt like it was being twisted by something. She lowered her head and pressed her face against his chest, breathing slowly. Her voice didn't seem to be any different: "You really haven't changed at all."

"Yes."

Yuwen Jue hugged her and gently stroked her back with his palm, again and again.

Liang Qian closed her eyes tightly and did not utter a word.

A bird flew from somewhere, landed on the slender and soft branches, hopped around on tiptoe, chirping non-stop.

Yuwen Jue closed his eyes sleepily, and the movement of his hand that was patting his back gradually stopped.

Liang Qian's heart sank, and just as she stood up, someone grabbed her wrist tightly.

Yuwen Jue looked at her with extremely gentle eyes: "Don't go."

Liang Qian's heart felt like it was torn apart and was in terrible pain.

She leaned down and stroked his face: "I won't leave, but the wind is a little cold. I'll get a thin blanket to cover you. You're tired, I'll stay here with you for a while, okay?"

Yuwen Jue looked at her in silence and shook his head.

Liang Qian lay down beside him again, put her arms around him, and warmed him with her body.

Yuwen Jue grabbed her hand and sighed, "Xianxian, I have never broken my promise to you... I am afraid that this time, I will break my promise..."

Liang Qian's nose felt sore and she turned her head away.

After a while, she looked back again. There were no tears on her face, but her eyes were red.

"No, you always keep your word, and you won't break it this time. Live happily together and grow old together. You and I are not even gray-haired yet, how can you——"

Liang Qian's throat choked and she couldn't hold back the tears she had been holding back for a long time.

“Whitehead…” Yuwen Jue smiled softly, as if sighing: “In fact, you don’t know, if you weren’t by my side, I would have died a long time ago.”

Yuwen Jue stroked her face and said, "You guessed it a long time ago."

He was talking about his previous life. Liang Qian did not deny it. She shed tears silently and hugged him tighter.

Yuwen Jue closed his eyes tiredly and said slowly, "If, if there is a next time, don't shake off my hand again..."

Liang Qian held his hand tightly against her face and shook her head vigorously: "No, I will hold you tightly like I did that night."

Yuwen Jue opened his eyes slightly, tears welling up in his eyes. "Okay."

"How could you, how could you break your promise, how could you leave me again..."

Liang Qian's tears, which had been held back for too long, burst out like crazy. Her throat became hoarse and she could not utter a single word.

Tears soaked his palms, Yuwen Jue closed his eyes and his lips moved slightly.

Liang Qian understood.

"Don't apologize, I don't want you to apologize, I want you, as long as you..."

Her lips trembled and her body shook.

"婠婠..." The person with his eyes closed had a tenacious energy.

Liang Qian nodded repeatedly, her face wet: "I'm here, I know, I know you're just a little tired, I'll stay here with you, and rest with you for a while... we agreed to just stay for a while..."