Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

"You, you know?"

Liang Huan did not answer, but smiled and said: "I also know that your name is Mao Qiaoni, not You Huilan."

Su Lan's face froze, and her eyes could not conceal her panic.

Liang Huan suppressed a smile: "Do you know what the crime of impersonation is?"

Sulan Sanhun lost her seven souls and trembled: "No, no, slave—"

Liang Huan nodded: "I know that the girl from the junior official's family refuses to enter the palace, and your family owes the junior official money, so I took you instead, but so what?"

Sulan's eyes dimmed and her eyelids drooped, yes, there was no difference, it was death anyway.

Liang Huan glanced at her and said: "I heard that your lame brother recently got married and donated a small official position. He will take up the post in a few days. By the way, your little sister is also a talented person." Fortunately, we are engaged to be engaged to the young man of the county Cheng's family. It seems that your Mao family is full of joy and prosperity."

"I have to say that the Queen is good to you," suddenly shook his head and smiled, "No, it's not that she is good to you, but that she is good to your family."

Liang Huan's dark jade-like eyes moved slightly as he spoke, and he looked around with regret.

"It's a pity that you have to die in this prison. I wonder if many years later, when they have children and grandchildren, and Cheng Huan is at their knees, will they still remember that this life of peace and security was all bought by you with your life? During the Qingming Festival and Zhongyuan Period, Can I remember to burn some paper money and incense candles for you?"

Su Lan's face became paler and paler, her lips trembled and she sobbed.

Liang Huan looked at her and sighed: "Back then, your parents also asked that little official to borrow money in order to treat their brother's illness, right?"

Sulan couldn't make another sound, she closed her eyes and could only shed tears.

Liang Huan walked forward, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped her tears.

Sulan opened her eyes and didn't dare to move. She was in disbelief.

While wiping, the white silk handkerchief was already dirty.

Liang Huan lowered his eyes, raised his hand and threw it into the brazier: "You can't just make wedding clothes for others from beginning to end in your life, right?"

Sulan stared at her blankly, confused: "What do you mean, the empress?"

Liang Huan looked at her calmly and replied calmly, "It was Zhao Ruxin who instructed you to tamper with the Buddha statue. As for poisoning-"

Su Lan stood still, staring at the person in front of her, waiting for the next words.

Before Liang Huan finished speaking, he frowned slightly and looked at her carefully: "Since you have already endured this physical pain, just endure it for a few more days. Otherwise, how can you prove your loyalty?"

Sulan's eyes were red and her lips moved slightly: "My dear lady..."

Liang Huan smiled with unknown meaning and didn't stay any longer.

After stepping out of the torture room, Yuan Zhi and others stood far away. When they saw Liang Huan coming out, they hurriedly stepped forward to greet her.

The prisoner in charge rushed to the front, with a somewhat flattering smile on his lips: "What can I find out, my empress?"

Liang Huan pretended to be angry, and there was anger in his words: "I didn't realize that she is still a tough guy."

The palm prisoner's face turned cold, and he had murderous intentions: "Mother, do you want to——"

Liang Huan waved her hand and looked at him: "Please keep an eye on me. She can't die. I'm still waiting for her confession."

The prisoner understands.

Liang Huan raised his eyebrows: "Where is Zhao Ruxin?"

"Weichen will take your wife with you right now." The prisoner in charge had already prepared and was waiting to take Liang Huan to Zhao Ruxin's cell.

Liang Huan was very satisfied with the attitude of the prisoner in charge. No wonder the superiors liked people who were good at catering and flattering. He knew how to observe people's words and emotions, and he was diligent and entertaining. There was something endearing about him.

Zhao Ruxin's cell was not too far away, and the cell was more open than others.

After all, she is a beloved concubine with high potential. The prisoner does not dare to be too presumptuous before she is completely convicted. After all, no one knows whether this Zhao family has the possibility of redeeming the Sacred Heart.

Zhao Ruxin hugged her knees with her arms and sat in the middle of the ground with her back turned, looking up at a tiny window on the wall, as motionless as a rock.

An inexplicable scene flashed before his eyes. That year in Dali Temple Prison, he was sitting and waiting for her in the torture room. When she arrived at the door, he was leaning leisurely, looking up at the only small window that let in light.

Also on that day, in order to test her, he asked her to kill Wang Tingyue, but she couldn't do it and was ready to commit suicide...

Liang Huan's eyelashes were lowered. For some reason, she seemed to have a special affinity with prison.

Liang Huan stood in trance, and the people following him were confused, but they did not dare to make a sound to disturb him.

Zhao Ruxin noticed something unusual, and turned around blankly, her eyes dull, until she saw the person coming bit by bit, and suddenly she rushed towards him as if she was awakened by the sound of thunder.

"Liang Huan! You bitch, you harmed me! It was you who harmed me -"

She held on to the wooden railing with one hand, and stretched out the other hand from the gap, trying to catch the person.

Unfortunately, it was trapped by a wooden fence and could only be waved out of thin air.

The jade fingers that used to be slender and covered with kodan are now broken and dirty.

Before Liang Huan could speak, several Zaoli rushed forward and beat him mercilessly.

Zhao Ruxin yelled and hid behind her: "You are so brave, how dare you do this to me, I want to see the Lord, I want to see the Lord, I want to see the Lord!"

The skin as white as jade was streaked with dazzling blood marks, and the face that had just been healed had new wounds.

Yuan Zhi and Mu Yan had never seen this scene before. The whips fell like raindrops, and they trembled in shock, as if the whips fell on them at the same time.

"Everyone stop."

Liang Huan stood there, expression unchanged.

"I have something to ask her, please step aside first."

The prisoner winked and left with Zaoli.

Yuan Zhi and Mu Yan were worried and couldn't defeat Liang Han, so they had to leave.

Without the prisoner and the slave, Zhao Ruxin pounced on him again, kicking and kicking him, but it was all in vain through the fence.

The three corpses jumped violently, and smoke erupted from the seven orifices.

After all, she had always been pampered, and she was exhausted not long after the quarrel, which was not even as long as Su Lan's scolding.

She slid to the ground against the fence and cried.

From hoarse to choked with tears.

Liang Huan always stood there, watching her vent quietly.

After a while, Zhao Ruxin raised her colorful face, her eyes were red and swollen.

"You hurt me."

"Yes."

Maybe he didn't expect her to admit it so happily. Zhao Ruxin was slightly surprised, and then glared at her fiercely.

"Why? Why do you want to harm me? Are you afraid that I will compete with you for favor?"

"Fighting for favor?"

Zhao Ruxin shook her head, laughing and crying.

"Why do you have to fight with me, why are you afraid? I am basically yours -"

Liang Huan frowned and interrupted: "When I first met you, I told you that I will give you the place, and you can fight or make trouble if you want. I have no interest in joining, but you didn't listen to my words after all. If you go in and insist on provoking me, then no wonder I made the first move."

Zhao Ruxin's eyes were confused, "Am I provoking you? I just asked Su Lan to steal the medicine!"

Liang Huan looked at her coldly: "The Lord is not here, why do you have to pretend anymore? You don't know the reason for the injury on Huang Wei's face?"

Zhao Ruxin's eyes paused, then slowly moved down, stopping on Liang Huan's unobvious lower abdomen, her voice was hoarse.

"Yes, Huang Wei told you?"

Liang Huan lowered his eyes and gently touched his belly: "It doesn't matter who told him. What matters is that whoever dares to touch him will die."

Zhao Ruxin's eyes lit up: "I want to see the Lord! This child is not his, not his, not his at all!"

"Why do you think I came to see you? Without his acquiescence, I may not be able to touch you."

Liang Huan leaned down and left a white porcelain vase within Zhao Ruxin's reach.