Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

The situation has gotten out of control.

Looking at Wang Tingyue under the sword.

Liang Huan's face turned pale, his heart hit the bottom, and he shook his head. He could not leave or rebel.

"You all stop it!"

Liang Huan shouted loudly.

"婠婠?"

The cold sharpness was aimed not at the neck, but at the heart.

Lu Xiu's voice was almost inaudible, but full of disbelief.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at the person in front of him.

Sudden changes make people afraid to act rashly.

"lady!"

"Ah Huan?"

Some people were calling her, some called her madam, some called her by name, and some called her witch.

She couldn't hear anything, she could only hear someone laughing deeply, and the hoarse sound was like a big saw, cutting into her heart.

Liang Huan burst into tears, her hand holding the hairpin shaking uncontrollably, "You can't kill! Tell them to stop! Please tell them to stop! Please -"

She couldn't see clearly, but she clearly felt someone holding her hand.

"You really want me to die, don't you?"

The noisy camp fell silent.

Liang Huan's vision was blurred and he kept shaking his head. He choked and explained: "No, I just want them to stop."

Lu Xiu nodded, held her hand holding the hairpin, and did not move away half an inch. His voice was hoarse and he was infinitely tired.

"stop."

"Sir!" Yuan Chi's eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

Lu Xiu shouted: "I tell you all to stop!"

Liang Huan's heart trembled.

Her eyes, which used to be calm and calm in the past, are now scarlet and weeping with blood, showing that she is heartbroken with grief.

In her two lifetimes, she had never seen Lu Xiu lose his temper like this.

Yuan and others had no choice but to endure their hatred and let go of Wang Tingyue, Lou Shixun and their group.

Lou Shixun shrank his neck and hid behind Wang Tingyue and his attendants. He looked at the group of people who were watching eagerly and asked tremblingly, "Lu Xiu, you guys, do you want to rebel?"

Lu Xiu turned a deaf ear and stared at the person in front of him with red eyes: "Didn't I already drink that tea?"

The voice was very low and soft, like mumbling to himself.

Liang Huan shook his head, crying so hard that he couldn't breathe. He wanted to take his hand back, but he was holding it and couldn't move it.

Lu Xiu covered her hand with one hand and wiped her tears with the other.

He sighed: "I don't want to use this hairpin."

As he spoke, he pulled her hand away, took out the hairpin from her palm, and threw it away.

His hand didn't move back, it just stayed in mid-air.

"Bring me the sword."

Lu Xiu had returned to his usual tone, his whole body was relaxed, fearless and unconcerned.

Liang Huan was startled, her eyes widened, and she hurriedly grabbed his arm, trying to pull him back.

He didn't look at her, only looked at Yuan aside, "Sword."

Yuan offered the sword doubtfully.

Lu Xiu held it with a smile, put the hilt of the sword into her hand with his backhand, and put the tip of the sword against his chest.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they looked at the scene in front of them in shock.

Liang Huan lost all color and wanted to withdraw his hand, but the sword was held tightly by his hand, and blood dripped from his palm.

He shook his head desperately: "No, please listen to my explanation."

Lu Xiu looked directly into her eyes and nodded gently: "Okay, you tell me and I'll listen."

Liang Huan looked at him with wet eyes. The words of explanation lingered on his lips, but he couldn't say them out, and he couldn't say them out.

After waiting for a long time, there was no explanation.

Lu Xiu turned around, looked at the crowd, glanced around, and said calmly: "She didn't poison her. This matter is my own choice and has nothing to do with her. You can't rebel because of me."

"grown ups!"

"I shouldn't have been in this world."

Lu Xiu lowered his eyes and smiled, feeling frustrated.

"After all, I followed in his footsteps."

Liang Huan shook his head in denial and couldn't hold back his tears: "It's not what you think. I don't really want you to die. That medicine is not -"

Before she finished speaking, she was suddenly pulled away by a force, and her whole body was brought into his arms.

It was the sound of a sharp blade penetrating flesh. Along with this harsh sound, her hand was wet with something, warm and sticky, and it kept flowing out.

Liang Huan opened his mouth wide, letting the tears rage, and could no longer make any sound.

Lu Xiu hugged her tightly, rested his chin on her shoulder, closed his eyes and smiled: "I'm a little tired, I just want to hug you."

His voice was as light as Hong Yu's, and his body became heavier and heavier.

The hoarse shouts around her were so far away from her that she could barely hear them. She could only feel that the arms holding her had lost their strength, the heartbeat that reassured her had disappeared, the embrace that warmed her had become cold, and the cold pine wood fragrance that soothed her had turned into The pungent smell of blood...

Liang Huan's chest was suffocated, and his whole body was stiff and motionless, as cold as an ice cellar.

She knew that for the rest of her life, Lu Xiu would never belong to Liang Huan again.

She was unaware of the sword being pointed at her back.

"I knew you would harm the adults sooner or later!"

Yuan was hysterical, with red eyes, and raised his hand to strike down, but Wang Tingyue quickly stopped him with his quick eyes and hands, and they started fighting together.

"lady--"

Guyu knelt on the ground and gently shook the man who had lost his soul.

Liang Huan turned around numbly and couldn't hear what the person with red eyes was saying. He could only see her mouth opening and closing, shouting something.

She frowned and tried to read the mouth shape, trying to distinguish it clearly.

Military doctor?

Yes, doctor, you can’t die. Lu Xiu can’t die.

Liang Huan seemed to be awakened. She pushed away the cold man lying on her body and hurriedly searched for the bag on her body, but she couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

"Is this what your lady is looking for?"

Guyu handed over the bag that had fallen to the ground and was embroidered with turquoise patterns.

Liang Huan snatched it away and rummaged around anxiously inside. Her dead heart was beating like crazy, and there was only one thought in her mind.

The small brown pills in the white porcelain bottle were poured out one after another, some poured into the palm of the hand, and some rolled to the ground.

Liang Huan's hands were full of blood, and she fed him the pills stained with blood one by one with trembling hands.

Feed medicine, apply acupuncture, draw sword, apply medicine, bandage...

She took a deep breath and finished each task, but the person lying still remained motionless and unresponsive.

He said that those who wholeheartedly want to die cannot be saved, and those who pretend to want to die cannot die.

Abandoned by their parents, exploited by their relatives, betrayed by their lovers, the only group of loyal subordinates must suffer death...

He has a death wish.

Liang Huan leaned down to his ear and whispered something with tears streaming down her face.

The people who were fighting stopped fighting, and the people who were yelling also stopped yelling, and just stared at the two people covered in blood on the ground with weird expressions.

But the person lying still remained motionless.

Liang Huan lost all her strength and collapsed on him, wanting nothing more than to sleep here forever.

"Since the man is already dead, why should Madam bother him anymore?"

In the silent camp, cold voices suddenly sounded.

Liang Huan looked over with tears in her eyes, and saw that the person who came was in his forties, with square eyebrows and a thin figure, and there were several followers behind him.

Everyone came to their senses and surrounded them with vigilance, full of vigilance.

Liang Huan straightened up: "You are..."

The visitor lowered his eyebrows and said, "I haven't seen my wife for a long time, and I was afraid that something might happen, so I had to come to the door. I didn't want to—"

He sighed slightly: "Madam, you should know that even if he dies, his body should not be left here. It is better to leave it to us and send him back."