Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

She also knew that it was best to stay at home for safety, but this was already the fourth day, and there was still no news at all. Her patience was obviously running out.

Liang Huan made up her mind and went outside. Unexpectedly, just as she reached the door, the door opened.

Seeing Liang Huan unexpectedly, a trace of surprise flashed in the maid's eyes: "Madam, my lord has sent someone to pick you up."

Still not saying a word more, he just led her out with a low eyebrow.

The pavilions and painted buildings are covered in the gauze-like morning light, and everything is coated with a layer of pale golden halo. There were only a few maids in charge of sweeping the corridor, and the rustling sound of sweeping the floor made the garden full of flowers and trees eerily quiet.

After living here these days, Liang Huan came out of the pavilion for the first time. I don’t know how people outside are looking for her, and where do they want her to go now?

The car with long eaves was swaying all the way westward, and the time was not too hard. Liang Huan looked out through the curtain of the car. This was the road to the imperial city. After walking for a while, the car finally stopped.

When he saw where he was, Liang Huan's face turned pale, and he felt panicked in his heart. Dali Temple Prison!

She never expected that Lu Xiu would let her come here.

Liang Huan suppressed his surprise and got out of the car, and glanced at the man who stepped forward. He was a guard in green clothes with a cold edge and a strong face. He was a guard with no smiles.

"My lord is waiting for you inside." He stood up straight, his face as cold as a knife, and he only glanced at her when he spoke.

It was obviously the first time he saw him, but he didn't hide his disgust. Liang Huan was a little puzzled and didn't remember any grudge against him.

The sky was bright, but the prison was dark and dark. There seemed to be a smell of decay and rust in the cold air.

She followed the guards, not daring to look around. She just walked with her head down, getting quieter and quieter as she went inside, occasionally hearing one or two moans from the prisoners.

But even so, Liang Huan's heart was still clenched.

When they reached a clean and spacious room, the guard stopped.

Lu Xiu was not dressed in white robes as usual, but had his hair tied with a gold crown and wore a purple gauze court dress. His handsome face showed rare bravery and majesty.

When Liang Huan entered, she saw him sitting leisurely, tilting his head and looking at the only small window on the wall that transmits light. His indifferent and cold eyebrows were full of boredom.

Hearing the movement at the door, he looked over lazily, looking rather impatient.

Liang Huan's heart tightened, and he quickly raised his sleeves and walked in: "Sir."

Lu Xiu propped up his head with one hand and looked at her steadily, examining her inch by inch from head to toe.

He is noble and elegant in his splendid clothes and jade belt, and his whole body exudes a clear brilliance like the moonlight, with a touch of gloom, which is inexplicably consistent with the coldness of this prison.

Liang Huan felt uncomfortable with this look, as if someone would rush up and tie her up in the next moment.

"I wonder what you mean by asking me to come here?"

Her dark eyes were covered with a thin layer of moisture due to nervousness.

Lu Xiu raised his eyebrows: "This is where you should be!"

"Do you want me to pay for Zhang Shi's life?" Her lips turned white, and her stubborn eyes were full of unwillingness.

Lu Xiu only glanced at it, then lowered his eyelashes, shook his head and smiled: "You really haven't made any progress at all!"

Liang Huan was a little confused by his smile. Just when he was about to speak, footsteps sounded behind him.

"Da Sima, people have been brought here."

When Lu Xiu raised his eyes again, the smile was no longer there, only a slight nod.

Liang Huan turned around and saw that the jailer stepped aside, and two jailers behind him were escorting a prisoner with disheveled hair and shackled hands and feet forward.

The prisoner was forced to kneel down or not, but the warder would just kick him. The prisoner fell to his knees in pain and raised his head angrily, revealing a scarred face with cold and sinister eyes.

"How dare you be rude to me!"

The prisoner did not appear depressed by his situation, he was still as arrogant as before.

Liang Huan was so startled that she took two steps forward and opened her eyes wide, trying to see the kneeling person clearly, fearing that she might have mistaken him for a moment.

"Wang Su?!"

Cao Xiangzhen attacked him!

Liang Huan's eyes were hot. It's not that he didn't speculate about this on the way here, but he also knew in his heart that Wang Su's power in the court should not be underestimated. Otherwise, Prime Minister Cao would not have fallen into his hands in the previous life, so he It was not easy to defeat him, and she was even prepared to fail.

But now, Wang Su was really kneeling in front of her. The scene he had fantasized about countless times finally came true. Liang Han wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

Seeing Liang Huan, Wang Su raised his head and smiled sympathetically, then turned his eyes to Lu Xiu.

"I didn't expect that our great Sima would be so infatuated that he would wade into this muddy water for a woman!" Wang Su smiled horribly, full of sarcasm.

Lu Xiu's unfathomable eyes were dark, his lips were slightly raised, and he smiled without answering.

Liang Huan could only see the person in front of her whom she hated deeply. She grabbed Wang Su by the collar of his clothes and her eyes turned red: "Did you kill my grandma and my grandpa? Really?!"

Wang Su looked at her then, smiled contemptuously, and said indifferently: "The Taifu and Jijiu Kong are talented and learned, but unfortunately they don't have a pair of eyes to judge the situation. Their tragic end is their own fault, and they can't blame others!"

These words were undoubtedly a knife to the heart. Liang Huan tightened his grip on his clothes: "I will make you pay with blood!"

Wang Su didn't take her seriously at all. He only raised his face and looked at Lu Xiu, confidently saying: "I want to see the Lord!"

Lu Xiu didn't seem to hear anything, and only looked at the delicate woman in front of him with interest. She was as tall as his shoulders, with a slender waist that was not tight enough to hold, and her sharp white face with red eyes.

Lu Xiu found it interesting. He pulled out the long sword of the guard beside him with his backhand and threw it to her feet with a clang. There was a hint of playfulness in his cold eyes: "Kill one and show me."

That casual and casual tone seemed to be talking not about murder, but about the weather.

Liang Huan threw Wang Su away and bent down to pick it up. The bright long sword glowed with cold light.

People who didn't take it seriously at first suddenly panicked when they saw her holding a long sword. Not to mention that Wang Su was a repeat offender of the imperial court. Even now, the emperor has not issued an order to execute him.

If Wang Su died in prison like this, I'm afraid they would all be deprived of food in Dali Temple Prison!

"Da Sima, this, this is absolutely impossible. If the Lord knows about it, the subordinates will not be able to give an explanation. If the trial is held again, what should I do if I can't hand over the person?"

The jailer was like an ant on a hot pot, he was so anxious that his forehead was sweating.

Liang Huan glanced at Lu Xiu. He was calm and composed, like a deaf and blind person who could neither hear nor see the jailer trying to dissuade him.

Lu Xiu narrowed his eyes: "Don't you want revenge? Take revenge!"

Meeting his gaze, Liang Huan seemed to see the bloodthirsty and ruthless Grand Master Lu who was sitting on the seat leisurely watching the tyrant kill people.

Liang Huan's knuckles holding the sword turned white.

Seeing the tip of the sword pointed at him, Wang Sucai realized something was wrong and immediately changed his face: "Lu Xiu, you are so brave! How dare you attack me——"

With a pop, the sharp blade pierced through the chest, the skin and flesh burst, the sound was harsh, and bright red blood snaked down the long sword.

Wang Su stared and softened his eyes.

Liang Huan's hands and feet were cold, and he slowly turned around with red eyes: "Do you think it's interesting, sir?"