After Liang Huan gave Qian Ming and others a few words, he grabbed Gao Yang's wrist and put it under the quilt.
"The Emperor has a good rest."
"The Queen Mother——"
Just as she stood up, Gao Yang stopped her.
Only his head was exposed from under the quilt, with a pair of black eyes staring at her, as if he wanted to tell her something.
Seeing this, Liang Huan dismissed all the palace servants who were waiting on him.
There was no one else in the inner hall, and it was quiet.
Liang Huan sat on the edge of the couch again: "What does the emperor want to say?"
Gao Yang lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then asked: "Has the Queen Mother really been discussing matters in Taiji Hall?"
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Liang Huan smiled lightly: "The concubine guessed right, I am indeed not in the palace."
Gao Yang's scalp was numb and his body was stiff. How could a woman in the harem leave the palace at will?
He licked his lips, his eyes blinking: "...Why?"
They were close, and Liang Huan could clearly see the look in his eyes, which contained suspicion, fear, and disapproval. Solution, and something else.
Liang Huan said: "Zhou Zhaoyuan was attacked on his way back to his hometown."
Gao Yang's eyes widened, he sat up and looked at her nervously: "Then how is he now?"< br>
Liang Wei patted him on the shoulder: "I have seen him before. He only suffered a minor injury, nothing serious."
Gao Yang breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "Who is it? It's Yong'an. King, or... King Changguang?"
After a pause, he added: "Of course, maybe it's someone else."
There was a thin layer of sweat on his body, I don't know if it was Ben. My body is weak, but my heart is still nervous.
After all, the news that Prince Changguang was having an affair with the Queen Mother spread more and more fiercely, and she did admit that she was having an affair with Gao Hao——
Regardless of whether it is for use or not, the relationship with others is different.
Liang Huan shook his head: "I don't know, and I'm not sure who it is."
It's not that she didn't send someone to investigate, but the person who did it was too cunning and knew she would investigate. The mixture of true and false clues makes people afraid to jump to conclusions.
But no matter who it was, she had made up her mind. Since she couldn't solve the problem, she would solve the problem.
Gao Yang suddenly felt something in his heart and hurriedly asked: "Could it be that the Queen Mother allowed Mr. Zhou to resign and refused to let General Wang come back just to save their lives? Don't you want them to be like Shangshu Ling?"
Liang Huan glanced at the shining black eyes and did not deny: "I think the person who poisoned Lu Xu and Wang Tingyue... is probably the same person."
Gao Yang looked at Liang Huan and couldn't help but worry: "Then Isn't General Hulu in danger? "
The young and weak voice echoed in the empty palace. The lights were not bright, so the corners where the light could not reach were dark.
His bright eyes were full of worry, and his face had a solemn look that was not for his age.
Liang Huan sighed and helped him lie back: "Emperor, don't worry. Now the Zhou army is watching with eager eyes and will send troops to invade at any time. Even if they want to fight for the throne again, they will not care about the safety of the Qi Dynasty."
She paused and then said with a teasing smile: "Unless they want to go to the battlefield themselves, no one will touch General Hulu at this time. The emperor is still sick, so take a good rest."
Gao Yang looked at the person in front of him and nodded submissively.
This was the first time he had looked at her so closely and so seriously.
She is good-looking and wears exquisite makeup. It is no exaggeration to say that she is the most beautiful existence in the entire former harem. Even if she has been running around for a day, the fatigue on her eyebrows will not show. It made her pale, but added a bit of softness that was rarely seen in the past, not to mention her expression and tone at this time were so gentle.
Thinking about it this way, it’s no wonder that my father likes her so much.
Gao Yang closed his eyes, feeling complicated.
Liang Huan didn't know the thoughts of the little man on the bed, so she just tucked him in, then measured the temperature of his forehead with the back of her hand, and said warmly: "The emperor must not catch cold again, if... he really wants to go out To breathe, you need to cover your face and head tightly." Her tone was calm, as if she was purely concerned.
Gao Yang lowered his eyes, feeling extremely guilty.
Did she really not know how many times she went to Renshou Hall at night? Or did you deliberately hit him in such a subtle way?
Gao Yang thought about it and suddenly opened his eyes. He didn't want to see her rubbing her eyebrows. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but her eyes looked a little swollen.
What I wanted to say was just forgotten in my mind.
Why didn’t you notice just now that her eyes were faintly red?
Gao Yang was suspicious: "Has the Queen Mother... cried?"
Liang Huan paused in pressing her eyebrows, then put down her hand and smiled carelessly: "I'm afraid I won't be able to come back in time, Ma I drove a little faster and was stung by the wind and snow.”
"Oh." Gao Yang nodded, "Then the Queen Mother should go and have a rest."
"Okay." Liang Huan responded, she was indeed tired.
Accompanied by the sound of retreating footsteps, Gao Yang slowly opened his eyes and turned his face to look at the deserted palace.
"If Gu—— dies, who will you choose to support to ascend to the throne?"
The quilt was taken off, and the small body curled up into a ball. Even so, his hands and feet were still cold.
Gao Yang's eyes widened, and his grandmother's instructions rang in his ears.
One is a relative by blood, and the other is an enemy who kills his mother and brother. How to choose is not obvious at a glance?
It doesn’t matter who supports him.
It doesn't matter whether he is a puppet emperor or not.
What matters is whether you can stay alive and secure the throne.
As long as he lives, he will be the most orthodox emperor.
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After the winter solstice, it gets dark faster and faster, and after a while, it is already dark outside.
While in Hanguang Hall, Lu Wanying was suffocating.
If it were said that Liang Huan had a private meeting with someone before, she would still be doubtful, but looking at it today, it is obvious that the rumors are true.
Although the aunt's words are not worthy of full trust, it is an indisputable fact that Gao Huan killed his father. Liang Huan knew the truth, but for his own selfish purposes, he did not hesitate to shield the murderer and symbolically punished him with grounding and reflection.
Not to mention her close relationship with her father-killing enemy, how can she be forgiven just because she killed her uncle and empathized with her cousin, and now she is entangled with others?
Don’t blame yourself for being ruthless, who made her feel ashamed first!
Lu Wanying gritted her teeth and couldn't help but quicken the pace, letting the wind and snow hit her face.
The palace attendant who followed carefully took a look at the direction the concubine was walking in, leaned closer and whispered: "Concubine, it's still early in the day. If you go to the Renshou Palace at this time, will it inevitably be seen by others?"
When Lu Wanying heard this, he stopped and turned to look at her: "I have my own sense of how to act, do you need to talk more?"
The palace man choked, bowed his head and knelt down: "It's slave Yu Yu "We are separated."
"Even if you are my aunt, please figure out who is the master and who is the slave!"
Lu Wan glanced at the palace servant and went straight to Renshou. Go to the palace.
The main hall with heavy curtains was silent. The further you walked in, the stronger the smell of the bitter soup became.
Lu Wanying hates this taste.
She stood by the bed for a while before reaching out and lifting the bed curtain.
Seeing the dim light, the person lying down opened his eyes and called out with some difficulty: "Ah Ying."
Lu Wanying sat down next to the bed and rushed to the person on the bed. Smiling slightly: "Aunt, I promise you." (End of Chapter)