Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

"No -" Wang Tingyue moved his lips, but didn't know how to continue.

"It's not what? The rumors outside are absolutely correct. I'm clinging to Lu Xiu, but what can I do if I don't cling to him? Only the Lu family can overpower your Wang family!

It's just a pity that he didn't come today, so I had to target the Cao family. What was I trying to do? I was just trying to get them to be more powerful!

You see clearly, now I only have status in my eyes! "

She pushed Wang Tingyue away mercilessly, turned around, opened the door, and stepped out.

There was heavy rain in front of Liang Huan's eyes, as if the whole world was soaked by the heavy rain, and his heart felt like tearing pain.

People like Wang Tingyue should have a good outcome. She should not be burdened by her in this life, hurting their lives and ruining their futures.

She couldn't forget how he died in front of her.

Before he died, he gently wiped away her tears and asked her with red eyes, if possible, could he marry her in the next life...

Liang Huan wiped away her tears, but Wang Tingyue didn't know that she was no longer the innocent little girl in his memory. If they lived again, they would be further apart.

She could no longer look back.

As soon as I turned around the corridor, I saw a few people looking around in the yard, as if they were looking for something.

"Miss!"

When a maid saw her, she immediately shouted, and several people came towards her in a panic.

Liang Huan calmed down and stood quietly waiting.

The visitor was out of breath and full of complaints, "Where has the lady gone? It's easy for the slaves to find me! If the master gets angry, the slaves -"

Someone pulled her and winked, and the maid shut up.

Liang Huan glanced at her indifferently, "Sir, if you get angry, I will explain it to you. Why don't you leave?"

The previous maid was unconvinced, scratched her neck, and snorted coldly.

Liang Huan just turned a blind eye. Such people could no longer anger her.

After passing through two gardens and passing through several arches, Liang Han truly entered the inner garden of Sikong Mansion.

They did not take her to Wang Su's residence, but to a side courtyard first.

The room was damp, and the wooden furnishings on the side exuded an old smell. Through the window, mottled bamboo shadows fell on the ground.

The maid brought her there, closed the door and stepped aside.

The old nanny with chicken skin and white hair looked at her sullenly, "How can I serve you well when you don't know the rules when you just entered the house?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the maid standing behind immediately came up to take off her clothes.

The hairs all over Liang Huan's body stood up. Those memories of humiliation overlapped with the current situation. She gritted her teeth and pushed the maid down hard, but she also fell because of her ankle injury.

Before she could get up, two more maids came up and pinned her to the ground.

Liang Huan gasped and struggled, while the maids held down her hands and feet while tearing off her clothes and skirts.

The old grandma walked forward with a cold face and no emotion in her voice.

"My slave, I would like to advise you not to waste your efforts. Regardless of whether you are a wealthy person or a noble lady, anyone who enters the gate of Sikong Mansion is nothing more than a bed warmer for adults.

But now, you are not even a plaything. You are only worthy of being close to an adult after you have been examined and confirmed that you are a virgin. "

When her clothes were gone, the cool air made her shiver uncontrollably. Liang Huan stared at the person in front of her with red eyes without saying a word. What flowed from her eyes was not hot tears, but burning blood.

However, the person in front of her didn't seem to see the resentful look in her eyes at all. He was visually inspecting her body inch by inch, like a puppet being controlled by someone.

"Spread her legs..."

……

When grandma stood up, she wiped her hands, and asked her to be taken to the back to clean them with an expressionless expression.

There were so many women who screamed hysterically during the examination. I have never encountered one as forbearing as her, and she didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Grandma couldn't help but look sideways. If she didn't know the basics, she would have suspected that she was a mute.

Liang Huan was like a walking corpse whose soul had been sucked dry. She was washed and dressed by them, and finally she was sent to Wang Su's house like a cooked fish and presented to the table for him to taste.

When grandma saw the person lying on the couch who had been treated and docile, she nodded with satisfaction and threw a booklet heavily on her before leaving.

"Adults don't like people who don't understand anything."

After the door was locked and Liang Huan was the only one left in the empty room, her soul was injected into her body again, and the blood foam in her mouth also overflowed from the corners of her mouth.

Liang Huan slowly sat up from the couch, taking out the embroidery needle that had been hidden under his tongue, and smiled slightly.

Ever since Wang Su was stabbed, she has been very vigilant. Any woman who comes close to her must be inspected from head to toe.

She lifted up her long hair that was scattered and tucked the embroidery needle behind her ears. Her long hair was covered with no visible abnormalities. She only had one chance. If she couldn't hit it in one fell swoop, she would definitely die.

Liang Huan sat on the couch with her eyes closed, waiting quietly.

As the sun went down, there was finally a sound at the door.

Following the noise, Liang Huan unconsciously tightened the sheets underneath her.

Different from her nervousness, the visitor walked very slowly, as if he knew how much pressure such leisurely time would cause to the waiting people, and instead became more and more relaxed.

Liang Huan opened her eyes and saw Wang Su walking forward with a grin on his face, half drunk.

"Little bitch, aren't you good at running? Why did you still come to your door obediently?"

Liang Huan's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that Wang Su knew that she was going to run away, so Zhang Shi's death couldn't be hidden from him, but why didn't he report her?

Liang Huan suppressed his surprise and just forced a smile, "Could it be that the whole world is a royal land? Your Excellency, one person is less than ten thousand people. Where can I go if I have such hands and eyes that can reach the sky?"

Whether it was the compliment that worked or the fact that he knew he had a chance to win, Wang Su pinched her chin and smiled, his slightly old face showing a frivolity that was inconsistent with his age.

"What I want must be obtained, otherwise it must be destroyed! To tell you the truth, if you ran away with someone that day, I would definitely send you to prison the next day."

Liang Huan lowered her eyes and did not dare to look at him, fearing that she would not be able to conceal her overwhelming hatred.

Wang Su's thin hand was like a rake, clasping her tightly, and stroking her face with the other hand, "If someone from Dali Temple takes you away like this, wouldn't you be put in jail?"

He lowered his head and smelled of alcohol. Liang Huan felt like vomiting. She originally thought that the people from Dali Temple closed the case as soon as possible because of Lu Xiu's affection, but she didn't expect that it was because of Wang Su.

Wang Su increased the strength of his hand and said with a ferocious expression, "However, you are really different from that old guy. You can do such a cruel thing, which makes me like you a little bit."

Wang Su let go of her chin, grabbed her hair and pulled it back. Liang Han leaned over and groaned in pain.

This low sound aroused his decadent passion, and his drunken eyes were extremely excited.