Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

After a pillow of darkness and sweetness, when she woke up, there was only Wei Yue in the ruined temple. The eyes staring at her were unfathomable, examining and inferring.

Liang Huan didn't seem to notice, looking past him towards the door curiously: "Where is your companion?"

Wei Yue's eyebrows were cold, and she rarely explained patiently: "Wei Huo didn't come back all night, and Dou Mu went to look for him."

"Oh."

Liang Huan responded calmly, withdrew his gaze, and stopped caring about other things. He tidied up his appearance first, then packed his baggage, ready to leave at any time.

Wei Yue's eyes did not leave her for a moment, always watching her every move, her brows furrowed.

Liang Huan packed up the dry biscuits and barely ate two bites of them.

"Aren't you curious where Wei Huo went?" Wei Yue squatted in front of her.

Liang Huan raised his eyebrows in confusion, his eyes innocent: "Why should I be curious?"

Wei Yue's cold eyes burned: "Why did you deliberately pretend to be close to me in front of them?"

Liang Huan blinked and didn't quite understand: "Fake? Compared with them, I am indeed more familiar with you, so why is it fake?"

Liang Huan stepped out of the threshold, closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.

After Weiyue was silent for a moment, she said, "We can't wait any longer."

It's not surprising that he could see through her pretense.

The expression on her face was extremely serious.

During the previous two days and two nights alone, they had been observing each other.

After hearing what they said, Liang Huan picked up the baggage and went to the door.

Liang Huan did not resist: "Shouldn't I be afraid of them?"

Dou Mu stood at the door, glanced at the woman sitting with her head bowed, and sighed to Wei Yue: "At first I thought I encountered officers and soldiers, but when I went out to explore, I didn't see any signs of a fight. I don't know what happened to him. ”

Weiyue put down her hand, stood up and looked at Doumu. She didn't intend to explain, but it would only get darker and darker.

Doumu nodded helplessly: "We can only leave a mark and wait for him on the roadside while rushing."

Although she did not act boldly or excessively yesterday, the ambiguity hidden in the details would only make people more misunderstood.

Someone hurriedly stepped in at the door, and suddenly saw the close posture of the two people. He paused and swallowed what he had not finished.

"Danger-yue."

Liang Huan smiled at him needlessly: "Wei Yue, you are different from them. I believe in you, but not them."

Wei Yue removed all traces they left here, while Dou Mu looked around the ruined temple, preparing to find a hidden place to leave a mark.

The moment their eyes touched, Wei Yue's heart skipped a beat. As she hurriedly moved her eyes away, her hands unconsciously relaxed.

Wei Yue reached out and grabbed her neck, a murderous intent flashed in her eyes as cold as Hanxing.

Liang Huan didn't think Wei Yue was a fool. On the contrary, he was very alert.

Wei Yue's eyes deepened.

"Still no one?"

It rained a little in the middle of the night last night, and the air is particularly fresh today.

Suddenly, Doumu seemed to have discovered something and let out a low cry of surprise.

Liang Huan looked over and saw Doumu squatting on the ground, pointing to somewhere on the ground, and said to Wei Yue: "These are Wei Huo's footprints. He came back."

Upon hearing this, Wei Yue looked where he pointed. The two looked at each other and followed the traces.

After a while, Doumu's voice sounded in the back hall of the ruined temple.

Weiyue glanced at Liang Huan at the door and followed Doumu into the back hall.

Liang Huan sighed slightly and had no choice but to follow.

In the dim back hall, under a pile of tattered kneeling mats, a naked male corpse was exposed. There were no wounds on his body, only his skin was blue and his lips were black. He was obviously poisoned.

The two people standing in front of the corpse were stunned for a long time, and turned around when they heard the footsteps.

At this moment, Dou Mu suddenly woke up, drew out his long sword and put it directly on Liang Huan's neck.

"Did you do it?"

Wei Yue looked over, her emotions difficult to distinguish, and she pursed her lips and said nothing.

Liang Huan confessed: "Yes, I killed the person."

Hearing her admission, Doumu stared with red eyes, wishing to cut her into pieces immediately.

"You witch!"

Liang Huan ignored Dou Mu and only looked at Wei Yue: "He wants to use force on me while you are sleeping, shouldn't I save myself?"

"Self-rescue? That's nonsense! Don't think I can't see it. It's obvious that you racked your brains to escape and deliberately lured him!"

"Am I seducing him?" Liang Huan smiled, took out the dry biscuits left last night from his bag and threw them over: "I ask you who brought these dry biscuits back? Why did he go there during eating time? Exploring the road? And why didn’t you notice at all when he came back?”

Weiyue's eyes fell on the dry biscuits that fell on the ground.

He bent down to pick it up, broke off a small piece and handed it to Doumu.

Doumu's eyes flashed: "So what? You are—"

Liang Huan glanced at him coldly: "I am a prisoner, so if any of you want to bully me, I have to endure it silently? I can't protect myself or resist, right?"

She pursed her lips, nodded with a smile, and looked at the silent man with faint eyes: "I said you are different from them, but am I trying to trick you?"

Weiyue looked at the cake in her hand and said nothing.

Doumu said in a fierce tone: "Don't listen to this witch, or I will kill you immediately!"

After saying that, he raised the sword in his hand and was about to strike down.

The moment the cold blade fell, there was a clang and it was narrowly deflected by another sword.

The sharp sound pierced the eardrums, and the murderous aura shook the hair on Liang Huan's forehead.

She clenched her fists, broke into a cold sweat, and turned pale.

Dou Mu stared at Wei Yue, his chest heaving violently: "Why did you stop me? Are you really so obsessed with this witch that you lost your mind?"

Weiyue's pupils darkened slightly, her expression calm: "It's not me who lost consciousness, but you. Have you forgotten our mission? It's to bring her back."

Doumu looked at him, then at Liang Huan, and sneered.

"Wei Yue, I think you are the one who really forgot about the mission. What the master said before leaving was that if you want to live or die, you will see the corpse. What does this mean? Do you really not understand?"

"If you are still our brother, get out of my way! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

After saying that, he raised his sword and attacked again.

Liang Huan stood upright and did not dodge or evade.

Weiyue gritted her teeth: "Doumu, don't be impulsive!"

Doumu couldn't listen at all.

Liang Wan quietly touched his lower back, grabbed a handful of chalk (è) and threw it into Doumu's eyes.

Doumu's sword tip tilted and he screamed in pain, waving the sword like crazy and yelling viciously.

"Wei Yue, I want to kill you, a traitor, for how dare you team up with this witch to harm me!"

Wei Yue was furious and shouted at Liang Huan: "Why are you plotting against him!"

Although Doumu could not see, his hearing was sensitive, and his hands were ruthless, so he would only be at a disadvantage if he tried to avoid it. Weiyue was forced into a blind corner and had no choice but to fight.

Liang Huan took out the wooden hairpin from his waist, saw the right moment, and stabbed Dou Mu in the back.

Dou Mu reacted very quickly and struck Liang Huan with his sword. Wei Yue jumped between the two of them and blocked with her sword. Dou Mu failed to hit Liang Huan, so he turned around and struck again.

Weiyue tried to seize Doumu's sword with one hand, and blocked it with the other. The two kept pulling at each other.

At this moment, Liang Huan suddenly reached out his hand from behind Wu Weiyue and stabbed Doumu's neck with the poisonous wooden hairpin.

Amid the screams, blood spurted out, and Doumu fell over, barely twitching twice before dying.

Weiyue stared blankly, then slowly turned around.

Liang Huan grabbed his arm with a nervous look on his face and was so frightened that he almost cried.

"Are you OK?"

The voice trembled.

Wei Yue's blood-spattered face was extremely terrifying, and he grabbed her neck: "Why did you kill him?"