Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Liang Huan stood up and took one last look at the man in the eye. There was nothing wrong with him.

"Let's go."

In the courtyard, there are pink probes on the brown peach branches.

Liang Huan couldn't help but look at it a few more times. There would be no more peach blossom feasts in the coming spring days.

She still remembers stalking him at the Peach Blossom Banquet that year.

Liang Huan couldn't help but lower his eyes and smile.

When passing the East Pavilion, I unexpectedly bumped into Cao Luyun.

She wore a peach bud-colored long-sleeved undershirt and a garden-green mid-color skirt, which looked very fresh and lovely.

"Liang Ji is going out?" Her voice was pleasant and her smile was gentle.

She looked very much like the first time Liang Huan saw her at Duke Wei's mansion.

Except in front of herself, she was still the dignified, elegant and beautiful Madam Cao everywhere else in the Grand Master's residence.

Even when they were in public, she always kept her head down and spoke softly. Compared with her, she looked cold and domineering.

When getting along with the grand master, she even regarded herself as a righteous daughter.

Everyone in the house also spoke better and better of her.

Liang Huan glanced at the food box in the hand of the maid behind her, "Are you going to talk to the Grand Master again?"

"Yes, didn't you say that when Da Sima comes back, you will adopt me as your adopted daughter?"

Her eyes were staring, like a cat's.

Liang Huan didn't have the intention to fight with her, so she responded lightly, raised her feet and was about to leave.

As they brushed shoulders, her soft voice sounded so low that others could hardly hear it.

"Ji Liang has been to the palace frequently these days. Have those tricks to please people come in handy? You have to hurry up -"

Liang Huan turned her face sideways and saw that her cheeks were stained with a light pink rouge, which looked like the color of someone drunk. Her blinking watery eyes were sincere and innocent.

"I just don't know that there are so many palaces in the palace. Which one do you go to every time?"

Liang Huan met that gaze: "Prison."

Cao Luyun's face changed, and even the rouge could not hide the white color on his face.

Liang Huan raised her lips: "Do you want to go?"

Cao Luyun paused, then returned to normal, "You don't dare!"

Very sure.

Liang Huan lowered his eyes slightly, not because he didn't dare, but...

She turned around and only told Gu Yu: "The peach blossoms are blooming in the courtyard, fold a few and give them to Madam Cao. They will match her makeup today, especially the rouge."

After saying that, he went straight to the outer courtyard.

At the gate of the prison, the guards were not surprised to see Liang Huan.

Unlike when she first arrived, her calves were shaking even when she walked.

Looking through the dense cells, one by one, there are people lying on the ground with serious injuries, and there are people there who are empty. I don’t know if they are dead or released.

Liang Huan covered his nose, which was filled with the smell of decay and blood.

Zhang Prisoner walked in front, and Liang Huan followed behind.

He turned back to look at her and said, "Madam, the Lord said that after the identification is completed today, I can take you to see your family."

Liang Huan nodded gratefully: "Thank you very much."

She needs to make Gao Qian feel that she has control over her weaknesses.

The so-called identification is just a cover.

This time, the reason why he agreed to use this method to punish those who spread rumors and cause trouble was not because he really cared about the harm caused by rumors, but because he wanted to take advantage of the officials' relatives and take the opportunity to learn the details of the courtiers, and preferably eliminate the dissidents.

For some reason, the few times she met Gao Qian, she felt that he was a real tyrant for a certain moment, but sometimes his attitude in handling affairs was very different from before, and very strange.

At the command of the prisoner, Liang Huan followed Gao Qian's approval to determine the person's innocence.

True to what he said that day, he became a shield against criticism for him.

Fortunately, there are not many per day, only five or six. Some people can leave alive, and some people can stay here forever.

He obviously came for revenge, but he unknowingly became his pawn.

Nowadays, no one dares to slander her.

After all, whoever comes out of here will not be frightened and frightened when they see her again?

The question she needed to answer was very simple. Was the person in front of her taking the lead in causing trouble that day?

Yes or no, it means life or death.

After interrogating one, the jailer summons another.

Throughout the identification process, Liang Huan kept a straight face.

Another person was dragged up, with his head hanging down and his face covered with rags. The prison clothes were in tatters. From the cracks in the skin, wounds deep to the bone could be seen.

"Feng Qingyue." The jailer's voice was low.

Liang Huan squinted her eyes and looked carefully. She didn't have any of the charm and grace of the ladies of the past.

Suddenly a slim green figure flashed in his mind.

Every time there was a peach blossom banquet, Qingyue would dress up and wait for her at the entrance of Yulin Garden.

She stuck her head out of the car window and looked from a distance. Her black hair was shiny and eye-catching. When she got closer, she had beautiful eyebrows, cherry lips and a small nose. She was delicate but not stingy.

It's also beautiful.

And the one in front of me, who had been mutilated to the point of losing her human form, was even dirtier and filthy than Hanako curled up in her wet place...

Liang Huan watched as the jailer lifted Feng Qingyue up.

She stood up and walked forward step by step, but each step was not as enjoyable as expected.

Perhaps he was treated roughly by the jailer. The man on the shelf slowly woke up and raised his head in a hazy state. He could not see clearly through his messy hair.

Liang Huan raised his hand to help her push away the long hair that she once envied.

"Qingyue, it's me."

His distracted eyes suddenly focused and became fierce: "Liang Huan! I curse you to die badly! Even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go!"

Her eyes were so red that they could bleed.

Liang Huan nodded, she understood this feeling.

She smiled lightly: "You may not believe it, but now I am neither a human nor a ghost. But whether you are a human or a ghost, I don't want to let you go."

As she spoke, she walked to the side of the torture rack, picked out a fairly sharp knife, then turned back and stared at Feng Qingyue.

"Do you want to be free? Remembering our old friendship, I will help you once. After all, you also helped me this time."

Being able to enter the imperial edict means that you have a lot of trust from Gao Qian.

"Madam? Please wait!" the prisoner in charge whispered, rummaging through the records, fearing that she would kill the person without seeing the holy intention.

The prisoner in charge was so nervous that he was so anxious that he was sweating. How could he look at Hua Yue's body, but he was ruthless and said he wanted to kill people, but he didn't even frown!

Feng Qingyue stared like a beast, wanting to pounce on her immediately and bite her to death, "Don't be so hypocritical. I hate your hypocrisy the most!"

Liang Huan smiled on his lips and stopped beating around the bush: "It was King Guangping who ordered you, right?"

Feng Qingyue was stunned, lowered her head and laughed out loud: "You want to know? It's a pity that I won't tell you!"

Liang Huan looked at her steadily for a while and smiled.

He leaned close to her ear and moved his lips slightly.

Feng Qingyue's laughter stopped: "I don't know anything."

Under her pretending to be calm, Liang Huan took two steps back, stood still and looked back at the prisoner in charge. He couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry: "My lord, did you tell me how to deal with it?"

"This -" the prisoner in charge stared at the confession, turned over the records in his hands in disbelief, and murmured: "Why didn't she alone approve it?"

Liang Han withdrew her gaze and stared at the person in front of her with an indifferent expression. Did he accidentally let it slip, or was he deliberately testing her?

Feng Qingyue was proud of herself, "Are you disappointed that you can't kill me?"

Liang Huan threw away the knife in his hand, shook his head and smiled: "I am already in purgatory, why would I mind having one more person accompany me?"

Second update today~

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