Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Liang Huan tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said: "I said that I was worried about Da Sima, and there was still a letter for me to deliver to the Queen Mother. Then I said that I was sleepy and wanted to rest, and nothing else. After that, I also fainted. "

When Liang Huan was speaking, Lu Xu kept staring at her, as if he was trying to distinguish the truth from the false.

Perhaps after saying so many things, this was the only thing he really wanted to ask.

Liang Huan let him observe secretly.

Lu Xu was silent for a long time.

Liang Huan raised his head generously, with a hint of caution in his calmness: "Brother, do you have any other instructions?"

Lu Xu smiled gently: "No, let's go and rest."

Liang Huan stood up and saluted: "Yes."

Until she went out, she could still feel a gaze behind her.

Lu Xu is the eldest son.

From now on, Lu should let him make the decision...

Outside Beixuan, Wang Tingyue stands under a bamboo pole.

Not everyone can come to the inner garden, and it can be seen that Wang Tingyue is highly regarded by Lu Xu.

When he saw Liang Huan coming out, he only took a few steps closer. He behaved appropriately and no longer lost his composure just a moment ago.

Growth is not only about age and height, but also the distance between people.

Liang Huan sighed silently, took a few steps closer, and smiled at the tall man: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Surprise flashed in Wang Tingyue's eyes, and his stern face instantly softened.

Liang Huan understood that he was just worried. After all, taking care of epidemic patients meant that he was also at risk of being infected.

She said truthfully: "The day after I moved to Bieyuan, I felt a little uncomfortable, but after taking medicine for a few days, I no longer felt any discomfort. I'm completely fine now."

Wang Tingyue nodded slightly: "Madam, please take care of yourself."

Liang Huan pursed her lips: "Okay, the same goes for General Zhonglang."

Liang Huan didn't believe that Lu Xu didn't know that he and Wang Tingyue were old acquaintances. Instead of trying to hide it, it would be better to be generous and do as he should.

Now that he has returned to Jinye, he will always have to meet him in the future.

Wang Tingyue didn't have any more words to say and just looked back at the attendant standing not far away.

The attendant stepped forward understandingly.

Only then did Liang Huan notice the oil paper bag held in the attendant's hand, and turned to look at Wang Tingyue.

Wang Tingyue explained: "It's a cake. I happened to pass by that shop when I came here. I bought it when I saw it."

As he spoke, the attendant handed the oil paper bag to Guyu who was standing aside.

He added: "It's not goat's milk, it's cow's milk. Madam can eat it."

She has not loved goat's milk since she was a child.

Liang Huan lowered his head and said, "Thank you very much."

Wang Tingyue looked at her quietly for a while and said in a low voice: "I'm leaving."

"it is good."

After he finished speaking, he led his entourage to the outer courtyard.

When the figure was no longer visible, Liang Huan also turned around and returned to Nanyuan.

At that time, she asked him to go out, just to buy some rare gadgets on the street, or to try new snacks.

Unexpectedly, the small vendors who sold cut cakes in the past now have their own serious shops.

Liang Huan took the oil paper bag from Guyu's hand. It was still a little warm, thinking it had just been bought out of the pot.

She opened the bag, and the aroma suddenly hit her nose. She pinched a piece and looked at Gu Yu: "I don't like sweets. This one is just sweet and mild. Do you want to try it? I ate it so cutely when I was a child."

Every time I secretly leave the house, I have to buy it, and I have to stand by the stove, waiting for it to be freshly cooked.

Guyu took it hesitantly.

Liang Huan looked at her and smiled, then took another piece. It broke into pieces and was as brittle as snow.

At that time, I only felt it was delicious when I ate it, but now I feel more sighing.

After dusk, Liang Huan returned to his Nanyuan living room.

When night fell, she had changed into a simple male outfit.

"Madam, I will accompany you." Gu Yu was worried.

Liang Huan took the pouch from her hand: "You have to stay here to help me cover. I will go back quickly. With Guan Song here, safety is not a problem."

Guan Song was the chief bodyguard of the Grand Master, and he was agile and capable.

After the death of the grand master, he followed her orders.

Liang Huan decided to only take Guan Song with him. During the day, he had already taken him to get acquainted with the Prime Minister's Mansion. As for the guards, they had to stay in Nanyuan to hide from others.

When the guards saw Liang Huan and the guard chief walking across the wall, they just pretended they could not see them.

The Grand Master's Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion are not too far apart, but they usually take a longer detour by car, but walking through the alleys is actually very fast.

The moonlight is clear and bright, making the night not dark.

Liang Huan went to the corner near Cao Danqing's boudoir. When she saw no one was around, she knocked on the wall.

Cao Danqing had been waiting inside the wall for a long time. He was waiting impatiently when he heard some movement and responded quickly.

Guan Song was tall and could easily bring Liang Huan into the courtyard with almost no effort.

As soon as Liang Huan's feet touched the ground, he followed behind her like a shadow, keeping a certain distance.

Guan Song doesn't talk much on weekdays and is respectful and polite.

If she hadn't seen his ferocious appearance in the market, how could she have imagined that such a man who couldn't say a few words all day long would be so terrifying when he got angry, and would really kill a living person with a knife in his hand? Cut radish...

Cao Danqing was alone and was a little surprised to see Guan Song. Whose girl led the man along the wall in the middle of the night?

This needs to be seen—

Cao Danqing sighed secretly. In order to find out the cause of her father's death, she indeed took too much risk. Just as she was about to say something, someone pulled her hand.

Liang Huan looked around and walked straight towards the mourning hall: "Did you stun them?"

Cao Danqing came back to his senses, nodded repeatedly, and looked at the tall shadow again: "Zhou Yun was also attracted by me——"

Liang Huan patted her hand and stopped talking.

The lights in the mourning hall were flickering.

The wakemen were lying on the ground in various shapes, falling into a deep sleep.

Liang Huan first bowed to the coffin: "It happened for a reason. I hope you will forgive me. If you are really being assassinated, you'd better help me find the real culprit!"

Cao Danqing covered his mouth, his red eyes filled with tears.

After kneeling down, Liang Huan and Guan Song came forward.

Guan Song slowly pushed open the coffin lid, revealing a cold and pale face inside.

Liang Huan didn't feel scared at all, but her heart felt uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, he remembered that day when he was besieged by others. He stood in front of people with his small body and blamed them bitterly. His grief and anger could not be more disappointed and helpless towards Da Qi.

She was independent from the abuse and still designed a rescue and escape route for herself.

But he stood in the court again and again, facing many strange looks and voices, who could be his help? Did he ever have a way out?

After working hard all your life, what have you accomplished?

It didn't end well.

After all, good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years.

She raised her eyes to look at Guan Song: "Go get a lamp."

As he spoke, he took out the handkerchief and cleaned his hands before touching the person in the coffin.

She started from the head and checked carefully, ruling out every detail.

The more he checked, the tighter his frown became.

From head to toe, there were no hidden wounds, no signs of poisoning in the mouth or nose.

Cao Danqing was confused, "Wasn't he killed by someone?"

Liang Huan looked at her and said nothing. Not to mention Cao Danqing, even she had to wonder if she was really over-intentioned.

Suddenly his eyes paused, and Liang Huan grabbed Cao Xiang's hand. There was an inconspicuous red mark on the tip of his finger.

If the corpse hadn't been too pale, it would have been almost invisible...

Second update~