Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

At night, the lanterns are lit.

Lou Shixun ordered someone to call Wang Tingyue. After asking for details, he found out that it was the governor of Yuyang who personally came to the post house to pick up Lou Shixun, saying that he wanted to take care of him.

The governor of Yuyang was from the common people. The Lou family disliked him in every possible way and did not want to sit with him. He couldn't bear the boredom of the postmaster's night. He also thought that Yuyang and Jinye were thousands of miles apart and would not be laughed at by others if they knew about it. Wang Tingyue went with him.

What Liang Huan did when she went to Pingzhou was extremely secretive. Even Wang Tingyue, she didn't tell the truth to him.

After days of running around and working hard, I washed away my filth and changed into clean clothes. I was still dressed as a maid disguised as a man.

Since you are a maid, you can't be ostentatious. The less noticeable you are, the better.

Liang Huan's room is next door to Wang Tingyue's.

She looked in the mirror, and what was shown in the mirror was a face with a dull complexion and an ugly face. She had some scars on her cheeks, making her look ugly.

Wang Tingyue looked at her and frowned, but stopped talking.

Thinking of Lou Shixun's words of mocking Wang Tingyue, Liang Huan couldn't help but want to laugh and turned her head to look at him.

"Why don't you go?"

When going to Pingzhou this time, Wang Tingyue had to obey Lou Shixun throughout the whole process. It was the first time that his boss asked you to socialize, and it was not nice to push him back and forth.

Liang Huan knew his worry and stood up: "No one will recognize me if I disguise myself like this, so don't worry."

After hearing that Lu Huai's body had been transported to Yuyang, Liang Huan insisted on going undercover, not to mention looking for clues, even if she was thinking about the past, she should go.

When Lu Huai was alive, he was kind to her.

What's more, there are many doubts about the blood letter, and Liang Hu wants to verify one thing.

Wang Tingyue was silent for only a moment and then said hello.

He has really changed, Liang Huan thought to herself.

In the past, he would teach her a lesson, but now, it seems that even if she wants to kill someone with a knife, he will say yes.

But just say hello.

Wang Tingyue left, and Liang Huan only followed his entourage, and the two of them went to Chenghe River together. Lu Huai's body was escorted along the waterway, not only to facilitate transportation, but also to avoid people. After all, it was hot.

The person traveling with her is called Xiao Wu, a young man who doesn't talk much. Although he looks green, he is very skilled. It is said that Wang Tingyue picked it up from among the dead when he was in exile. After that, she followed him wholeheartedly.

In the previous life, there was no Xiao Wu around them.

It is a good thing to have such loyal people around you.

The ship docked, lights were flickering, and people were walking back and forth on the deck.

They hid in the shadows of the trees.

Liang Huan took out the drug that he had prepared early in the morning and handed it over, whispering: "Be sure to cover your mouth and nose when using it."

The night was dark, and a trace of surprise flashed in Xiao Wu's bright eyes.

Liang Huan smiled.

Xiao Wu knew her identity, but he probably didn't expect her to be so sophisticated in sneaking things.

After being surprised, Xiao Wu nodded and walked towards the shore in a flash. One big and one small, two boats.

Liang Huan hid behind the tree and looked around.

They were just transporting corpses, and the guards were not strict.

Usually those who died for the country were buried nearby. There were very few people like Lu Huai who traveled long distances to be sent back to Jinye.

Lu Huai is a true Confucian general.

Liang Huan stood under the tree and sighed, she would rather he died in battle than...

Looking up again, she saw Xiao Wu standing at the stern of the boat waving to her.

Liang Huan's face was covered with black gauze, her waist was bent, and she walked to the stern of the boat softly.

The two soldiers at the stern were sitting on the deck, looking as if they were tired and fell asleep.

Xiao Wu is very attentive.

The coffin was parked at the stern of the boat, and a simple shed was built to protect it from wind and rain.

On the big ship next door, there were generals and soldiers drinking. The voices heard were angry and vulgar words kept coming.

Xiao Wu glanced at her, but saw that Liang Huan had no reaction.

The war has been going on for a long time, so it is normal for them to have complaints.

Before I even got close, there was a putrid smell, which was very pungent.

Xiao Wu frowned and carefully pushed open the coffin lid. Liang Huan covered her nose and approached.

In the moonlight, the person in the coffin looked horrifying, and his body was already rotten. Even if his clothes were changed, he could still see that he had suffered numerous arrows and knife wounds before he was born, and his death was extremely tragic.

Liang Huan's throat tightened and he turned away, the warmth in his eyes overflowing.

She clearly still remembered the way he looked when he left. She didn't want to see him apart for a year, but seeing him again was like a yin and a yang.

The once magnificent general was now nothing more than a rotting corpse.

Powerlessness and sentimentality were like waves, engulfing her one after another.

My heart aches dully.

Xiao Wu looked at her blankly, "Girl?"

Liang Huan choked, wiped away his tears, hummed, lowered his eyes, took out a sachet from his sleeve pocket, and carefully put it into his clothes.

A gentleman should follow the rules and be like Perrin grass.

Liang Huan then went to check his hand, and there was indeed a cut on the index finger of his right hand.

According to Lu Huai's lieutenant, Lu Huai wrote a blood letter before he died. When someone took his body back and changed his clothes, they accidentally discovered the blood letter in his arms.

In this case, the cut on the finger should have been cut before death, but——

Xiao Wu was confused: "Why did the girl look at her for so long?"

Liang Huan looked at him: "A person who can write a letter in blood before death must be extremely sad, angry or unwilling, but this finger wound is too gentle and smooth..."

Xiao Wu looked closer and seemed to understand.

Liang Huan pointed out to him: "Look at this place. Although the body has begun to decay, the wounds can still be seen clearly. Injuries sustained by a person while alive will cause the skin and flesh to turn outwards, but this wound was obviously added after death." Yes, dry white and bloodless."

Just as he was talking, he heard a sound. Xiao Wu quickly restored the coffin lid to its original position. Liang Huan was about to hide when someone covered her mouth.

His broad and warm palm gently covered her lips.

A low voice in my ear: "Don't be afraid, it's me."

Wang Tingyue.

Liang Huan stiffened and nodded.

Wang Tingyue had let go of his hand, stood to one side, and looked at the ship, "Get out of here first."

Liang Huan responded, walked to the coffin, knelt down and bowed three times.

This should be the last time I meet Lu Huai in this life.

river bank.

Liang Huan knelt down and lifted Shui Jing's hands.

Wang Tingyue stood to one side, his eyes falling on her delicate back. Every time he saw her, he looked at her quietly, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't find the slightest bit of slenderness that should have appeared in her body.

In my impression, the little girl who was like a little bird, chattering non-stop when they met, pestering him, begging him, calling him brother, when did she disappear again?

Because he had seen her in the past, when he saw her now, he felt like a big stone was stuck in his heart, making him feel depressed and uncomfortable.

The thick darkness of night could not drown out the pain in his eyes.

In the Dali Temple Prison, every word she spoke was like a knife cutting into his heart. She put her posture and dignity on the ground just to protect his life. At that time, he wanted to die.

It wasn't until he held the pardon collar that he realized how wrong he was.

She endured the humiliation and endured the heavy burden while living, still thinking about his safety, but he had a desire to die.

It's really sad and ridiculous to think about it.

He used to be a stupid and clumsy boy. How could he think that he was the closest to her and ask her to wait for him?

Wang Tingyue pulled away from the memories with a wry smile.

I used to blame her for changing, but now I just blame myself for becoming too late.

He sighed silently, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her: "Did you find any clues?"

Liang Huan took the handkerchief and wiped her hands. She stood up and looked at him. Her voice was very calm: "The blood letter is fake."

Wang Tingyue paused: "What are your plans?"

Liang Huan: "Tomorrow, I will rush to Pingzhou in advance."

My turtle speed. . . I always feel that the writing is not satisfactory