Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

As if there were eyes on her back, Liang Huan tried her best to straighten up, lowered her head and sneered, "Does Auntie want to stay and be buried in the sea of ​​fire?"

Zhang's hair was disheveled and he gave her a look of resentment, "Don't lie to me, don't think I don't know what you are thinking!"

After that, he turned around and went straight to the door.

Liang Huan smiled and said nothing. He just dragged his body to the overturned wine jar. He picked it up with difficulty and poured it around. After it was poured all over, he picked up the clothes he took off and put them on the fire. It was stained with flames and ignited everywhere.

When the flames met strong alcohol, there was a roar, and the flames seemed to explode, rushing straight to the roof, swallowing up everything with a devastating force.

Mrs. Zhang was lying on the door, staring at the outside of the house, but saw no movement. Then she glanced deep into the fire behind her, and ran out without hesitation.

The man lying on the ground moaning soon let out a scream.

The entire shack was like a hell of fire, burning the sins of the world, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt skin and flesh.

Liang Huan's whole body was shaking so badly that he closed his legs and knelt down on the ground.

She looked up at the corner in front of her and crawled forward with difficulty. It would be good to have someone to rely on before she died.

Resentment, grievance, shame, humiliation...

Her chest felt uncomfortable, and she just wanted to find a way to vent, but what came out of her mouth was an unbearable voice of shame and anger.

The nearest corner is out of reach.

Liang Huan lay on the ground, biting her lip hard, unable to stop her tears.

The thirst in my heart was unbearable, and I felt so uncomfortable that I just wanted to die.

This feeling is not unfamiliar. In the past, Gao Qian would force her to take similar pills while drinking, and then wait and watch her lose her mind...

Liang Huan wiped away her tears. She didn't know how crazy the medicine given by the bandits would make people go crazy, but she would rather die than suffer such an experience again!

It may be destined to die in a world of ice and snow in the previous life, and to be buried in a sea of ​​flames in this life.

Liang Huan couldn't help crying and laughing.

With the last trace of clarity, I pulled off the white jade hairpin, and my whole body was shiny and smooth, flawless.

The coldness of the tentacles makes one sigh.

Rather than suffering like this, it would be better to die and be liberated.

As soon as the door opened, a damp evening breeze swept in, and also brought in the fighting and the flash of swords outside.

There were rapid footsteps approaching, followed by a series of footsteps.

"婠婠——"

The deep voice was hoarse.

With his eyes blurred by tears, Liang Huan didn't dare to look, and the fear in his heart became even worse. He raised his hand and stabbed hard at the neck.

His hot body was suddenly pulled into an extremely familiar embrace.

He gritted his teeth: "Liang Huan, I didn't give you the hosta to make you seek death!"

The flesh was torn and blood splashed into the eyes.

"Let go, don't touch me——"

Liang Huan was completely irrational, like an animal trapped in a net, struggling desperately.

The visitor noticed something strange and tightened his arms even more. There was a hint of choking in his low and hoarse voice: "You can prick me if you want."

He felt like he was holding a live coal in his arms, regardless of the possibility of being burned.

"Sir—" the guard behind him urged anxiously.

The surroundings were filled with smoke and fire, and fire balls kept falling from the roof.

Lu Xiu lowered his eyes and pulled on his cloak, protecting her in his arms and not staying any longer.

The wet and cool embrace was really powerless against the scorching heat. Liang Huan clung to the solid coolness, eager for more comfort.

Lu Xiu narrowed his eyes and hugged her tighter.

All the way out of the cottage, the fire behind her shone brightly in the sky, and the night wind blowing in front of her was cool and refreshing, awakening her remaining clarity.

In a daze, Liang Huan raised his head, with red eyes, and carefully identified the man who looked like a sculpture made of snow and ice.

"Lu Xiu..." He whispered softly, but it was chilled to the bone.

He only looked at the road ahead and responded softly with a hoarse voice.

The unbearable desire forced her to hold him tightly, but the awakened reason wanted to push him far away.

Reason and desire were desperately torn apart, and I was almost going crazy with the discomfort.

Liang Huan couldn't help but cry softly.

Lu Xiu did not carry the people onto the horse, but went straight to the end of the mountain forest and ordered everyone to wait where they were.

He lowered his head and kissed her tears away: "I'll help you."

help?

The consciousness resisted, the body was honest, and even more expectations arose in the humiliation. She clung to his body, wishing that she could die immediately, and it didn't have to be like this...

Lu Xiu took off his cloak and threw it aside. Suddenly exposed to the cold, Liang Huan huddled up and trembled violently.

He took off his clothes and coaxed her: "Don't be afraid."

She closed her eyes and didn't dare to look any more. She just waited quietly, feeling as if she was dead.

The cold pool water covered his whole body, and Liang Han opened his eyes slightly, feeling a little surprised.

She was so weak that she slid straight to the bottom of the water. Lu Xiu had no choice but to hold her in his arms and put her on his lap.

The night breeze in the mountains and forests is cool, and what is cooler than the night breeze is the clear pool water.

As soon as the relief of the cold water passed, the desire in her body came back again. Her eyes were red, she gritted her teeth, and her tears fell into the water.

Lu Xiu glanced at her bleeding lips, knowing that he didn't want to scream in front of him and look ugly.

He raised his hand and clasped her head on his shoulders: "Bite."

The palms of his hands gently stroked her back again and again. The palms soothed her, but aroused more desire.

Cold water treated the symptoms but not the root cause. She could only endure it and wait for the effects of the medicine to wear off.

Liang Huan trembled her lips, closed her eyes, and bit them hard.

Lu Xiu didn't say a word, just kissed the top of her head gently.

It was quiet and dark in the mountains. Fortunately, a bright moon accompanied me, so I could not see my fingers.

I don’t know how long it took to soak.

It wasn't until the restlessness in his body became gentler and gentler that Liang Huan let go. His breath was as soft as a gossamer on his shoulders, and he looked at the bleeding tooth marks in a daze.

She lowered her eyes, a little bitter.

Lu Xiu stroked her back: "Do you feel better?"

Liang Huan remained motionless, only raising her eyes to stare at his side face: "You will catch the cold with this kind of gang."

She did not forget that after sleeping on the big rock in the cave for one night, he caught cold and fever.

A shallow breath fell on his ear.

He turned his head and met a pair of eyes that were glowing with water. The contours under the water were close to each other, and he suddenly felt an indescribable desire. Even though he was soaked in cold water, he still couldn't breathe.

"You can too, let's do it together."

In the deep water, he grabbed her unconscious hand and tried to look away.

Seeing that she no longer had the same desire as before, Lu Xiu picked her up from the water.

Liang Huan seemed to be seriously ill, her eyelids were sleepy, her limbs were weak, and she was completely paralyzed in his arms.

In the autumn night, the two of them were wet, one was colder than the other.

Lu Xiu first wrapped her up tightly, and then put on the clothes he threw aside.

They slept in each other's arms every night, but for some reason, she was more ashamed to see him than ever before.

Liang Huan was already weak and simply closed his eyes.

Lu Xiu hugged her and walked back, "The symptoms are temporarily relieved. We still need to see a doctor."

Liang Huan nodded.

Suddenly, Lu Xiu stopped and looked down at her: "Why did we get married?"

The corners of Liang Huan's lips moved slightly.