Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

"Yes."

She had a close relationship with Song Tan, so it was not surprising for him to know.

Lu Xiu was silent for a while, then raised his head: "You are indeed very kind to others."

When these words of praise came out of Lu Xiu's mouth, they were not only unbelievable, but also made his scalp numb.

Liang Huan didn't dare to answer.

He added: "I will ask someone to investigate this matter, but as time goes by, it may not be possible to find out."

Liang Huan: "This is natural, but no matter what, it is always good if you are willing to help."

Lu Xiu sneered coldly, "Every time you beg me, your attitude is surprisingly good, but -" he glanced at her sideways, "Every time you finish using it, you want to burn the bridge."

Liang Huan's sneer face froze, is there any?

Just as he was thinking about how to explain, he said seriously: "Can you still remember the place where the willow trees were planted?"

Liang Huan was a little confused. Under his focused gaze, all his thoughts were hidden and he could only nod his head honestly.

"It should be fifteen miles west of the city."

"Take me there another day," his eyes were solemn and indescribably serious.

Liang Huan asked curiously: "Are you suspicious of any hints in that letter?"

"Maybe," Lu Xiu looked at her with dark eyes, "As far as I know, Liang Jijiu fell into the water and died after drinking. Why do you think he was killed by Wang Su?"

Liang Huan frowned: "It's true that my father knows how to drink, but he has always been self-disciplined and will never drink too much. What's more, it's time to go home, but he goes in the opposite direction. Isn't it strange?"

He pondered briefly: "Did your mother say anything to you?"

Liang Huan shook her head: "After my father passed away, she didn't talk to me for more than a month and refused to see me. At that time, I just thought that she was too grieved. When she saw me, she would think of my father. Only now do I understand that she was blaming me. , thinking that I am the one who brings disaster to the people around me.”

Inexplicably, the sound of my mother's hysterical cries behind her came to mind on the day my house was ransacked.

She said that the most unforgivable thing she did in her life was giving birth to her.

"I also understand why she asked me to become a monk——"

Lu Xiu silently took her hand.

Liang Huan raised her eyes and looked at him steadily: "Maybe it's not unreasonable for her to dislike me. What if I really came to collect debts?"

"Debt collection? Including me?" He remained motionless and looked back at her.

Liang Huan's lips curved slightly and he nodded slightly, "Maybe."

"Then what do you want me to do in return?" He lowered his eyes and laughed softly.

Liang Huan moved his eyes and looked at the many lamps in the corner, the candlelight flickering.

At first, she wanted to ask him to pay with his life...

Swallows whisper on the porch.

Liang Huan opened the curtain and sat up. The morning light came in through the window, illuminating the room brightly.

Lu Xiu had already gone to court, and he had to go to the palace almost every day before dawn. No wonder he felt sleepy every time he came back from court.

After a period of closed-door recuperation, the Grand Master's health was better than before and he resumed attending court. She doesn't have to go to say hello every morning, so she has more time.

In addition to refining poisons, she also makes some good skin care products. Under her influence intentionally or unintentionally, the grand master spent the summer solstice safely.

Liang Huan knew very well that the Lu family could only be stable if the Grand Master was still alive. Otherwise, if they had different political opinions, they would fall apart sooner or later.

It's not that this problem didn't exist in her previous life, but at that time, she didn't pay attention to the Lu family, and the information she got was all hearsay.

She is still in the Lu family and doesn't want to break up so soon.

Now, the only person she is most worried about is Song Tan.

In his previous life, Song Tan occasionally caught wind and cold, and was ill for a long time, lingering on his bed until his death on the winter solstice. On the day of the funeral, many people were shocked, and they all wanted to take a last look at Tan Lang.

In this life, we can change the fate of the Grand Master, so how can we not change his?

At the Dragon Boat Festival, she quietly grabbed Song Tan's pulse.

He has been applying powder all year round, but he may have used too much powder, and there were faint signs of poisoning. Fortunately, it did not penetrate deep into the inside, and was only on the skin.

Liang Huan did not dare to take it lightly. In addition to making new powder for him, he also explicitly prohibited him from using items of unknown origin.

As the saying goes: It is essential to be on guard against others.

Song Tan was on good terms with him and was always under Feng Qingyue's eyes. There was no guarantee that she wouldn't vent her hatred on him.

If you think about it this way, did Song Tan's sudden death in the previous life have anything to do with Feng Qingyue?

"Ji Liang?"

The little maid suddenly appeared and pulled her back to reality. She put down her work, calmed her mind, and then looked at the little maid: "What's the matter?"

For some reason, Lu Xiu seems to be very fond of butterflies these days.

As long as he makes a request now, the condition is to let her embroider butterflies on his clothes.

Liang Huan couldn't help but complain in his heart.

The little maid raised her eyelids and took a look, hesitating for a long time, "The white porcelain vase with red plums and snow in the adult's room was accidentally broken."

The little maidservant looked uneasy.

There was no need to report these matters to her, but the general manager was on leave for the past two days, so she had to help take care of him.

Liang Huan put down the clothes in his hands, stood up and went out.

She has been here for so long and has never been to Lu Xiu's house.

Just as he was about to call Qiu Xi, he saw that only her shadow was left, hurriedly heading to the front yard.

"Qiu Xi has been busy these past two days?" Liang Huan asked the maid behind him with a frown.

There was a slight hesitation on the maid's face: "From what she said, a family member is here."

family?

Liang Huan frowned. Qiu Xi signed the death deed in Liang Mansion precisely because her family was gone. Where did her family come from now?

Could it be that Chun'er came to ask her for money again?

But after thinking about Lu Xiu's vase, Liang Huan decided to go to his room to have a look first, otherwise he would be back in a while.

The maid who broke the porcelain bottle knelt on the ground and choked with tears. The steward was also a little anxious. When they saw Liang Huan, they all saluted.

His room was carpeted, but it was such a coincidence that the porcelain vase was not carpeted.

Liang Huan walked over, leaned over and picked up a small fragment, holding it in his hand and looking at it carefully.

She glanced at the crying maid and said: "This vase is not an old thing from the past, it was just fired recently. Adults will not care about this kind of thing. Stop crying and go do the work you should do." .”

Liang Huan took one look and prepared to exit.

"This piece needs to be cleaned up, don't hurt anyone."

The windows were wide open, and a cool breeze blew in, making the pages of manuscripts on the desk rustle.

The maid and the steward were still lying on the ground rummaging through the fragments, fearing that even a tiny bit would be left behind.

Liang Huan walked to the table and looked at it. It was strange to say that the Taishi's residence was all resplendent and magnificent, and the furnishings in the other courtyards were also extraordinary. Why was it that the place where he lived was so...simple?

Liang Huan was surprised.

Taking another look at the manuscript on the table, her eyes accidentally fell on his half-written copybook. Liang Han picked it up carefully. She had seen his handwriting when it came that day, but she found that the writing style of the handwriting was unexpectedly different. Something seems familiar...