Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

How to explain it?

She might not have understood it in the past, but after two lifetimes, how could she not understand some issues?

Lu Xiu didn't seem to expect to get an answer from her. He just stared at her and smiled, "You seem to be very protective of Zhou Yun."

Liang Huan was a little surprised, "Why do you say that, sir?"

Lu Xiu lowered his long eyelashes to cover the deep ancient well underneath, "Since that night when you stole the seal, you know that Zhou Yun is the prince's young treasurer and has a close relationship with the Cao family. If he recommends you as a guarantor, it will be better than you coming here alone." , but you kept silent about Wang Su from the beginning to the end, not because you thought he was untrustworthy, but on the contrary, you didn’t want him to be involved in this matter."

Liang Huan wanted to deny it, but felt it was unnecessary.

With such acquiescence, the corners of Lu Xiu's lips slightly raised, "Just now you proposed that the emperor leave the palace. In addition to stopping the prince and reviving the queen's situation, if you think about it carefully, wouldn't you let Zhou Yun stay out of the matter again?

Even, he would not hesitate to bring the fire to me..."

Liang Huan suddenly understood that he had actually seen through her when he said that was a good thing.

Because I knew he was the future Master Lu, I always felt that he could handle anything.

Liang Huan lowered his head.

Lu Xiu got up and came to her, "You keep saying that you serve me as your master, but when did you really consider me?"

He turned his head and smiled lightly, "In your case, being regarded as the master is not as good as someone else who can win your heart and soul!"

Liang Huan bit her lip, is this the so-called bystander's understanding?

Suddenly her neck felt hot, and his hand was already touching her neck.

Liang Huan raised his head, his body as stiff as stone, staring at him, all his attention focused on his hands, and he did not dare to relax for a moment.

"Do you want to strangle me to death, sir?"

Her voice was low and hoarse, with a trembling ending. Her eyes were misty, and there was a thin dark red line on her thin white neck.

Lu Xiu lowered his head and stared.

Yesterday, he hurried over, only to see her calmly administering acupuncture under the threat of a long sword, accompanied by a eloquent narration...

He curled his lips, and ink seemed to drip from his dark eyes, "If it goes any deeper, his throat will be cut, and his life will be killed by the sword."

Liang Huan's pupils shrank. Is his expression rejoicing or regretting?

"You asked me yesterday, when will you refuse to save someone until they die?"

He glanced at her, coldly dropped his hand, and turned his back, like a single peak standing in the heavy snow, lonely, cold, arrogant, and out of reach.

"Now let me ask you, will you help someone who has hatred in your heart?"

The wind in the winter night was invisible but cold and piercing into the bones, just like his tone at the moment.

Liang Huruo was in the ice cave, and the corners of his lips were a little stiff with the cold, but his attitude was extremely firm.

"will not!"

She relived her life just to take revenge. Forgiveness was impossible, so how could she help?

Lu Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded, "Okay, go ahead."

The sound was as light as falling snow.

He didn't turn around when he spoke. Liang Huan was a little distracted looking at the back. She was no stranger to Lu Xiu like this.

After a long sleep and many dreams, when she woke up, the surroundings she saw gradually became familiar. She was in a villa that was nominally Zhou Yun's but actually belonged to Lu Xiu.

Liang Huan sat up and looked out the window. He really didn't expect that she would live here again so soon. I just don't know what they said about her disappearance this time.

Hearing the noise, the maid came in and told her that Da Sima had asked her to stay here to recuperate until she recovered.

These days seem to be the same as those days, the only difference is that this time she is not restricted from leaving the house, and Lu Xiu has not appeared since he left.

Zhou Yun would come, but only to get medicine for the queen.

As for the opportunity for the emperor and empress to leave the palace that day, it was said that Lu Xiu agreed to help.

Liang Huan was confused. He was so angry but actually agreed. It had to be said that Lu Xiu was different from Zhou Yun after all.

"Hey, you look good!"

When Liang Huan raised his head, Zhou Yun stood at the door with a fan and a smile.

"If you eat well and sleep well these days, you will naturally look good." Liang Huan put down his pen, stood up and went to get him the prepared pills.

When he came in again, he saw Zhou Yun standing on one side. There was a painting box with a lotus pattern on the low table over there. The appearance was gorgeous, the workmanship was exquisite, and the display was conspicuous. Liang Huan had noticed it before coming to this study. But out of politeness, she didn't open it.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yun opened it today.

It is difficult to tell whether this Taoqi Garden belongs to Zhou Yun or Lu Xiu, so it is not rude for him to rummage through the cabinets like this.

Liang Huan placed the small porcelain bottle on the long table and stood aside to look at him, "What is Zhou Shaobao looking for?"

"Come and take a look, here are a lot of paintings we made in the past!" He hurriedly rummaged through the painting box.

Liang Huan walked over and saw that there were indeed many calligraphy and paintings stored in layers.

She just flipped through the ones Zhou Yun took out. Most of them were landscape paintings, including spring outings, autumn rain and fragrant mountains, fishing on the cold river, and snow-covered rivers...

Liang Huan picked up a spindle of pink and emerald Liumo peach blossoms and found them quite interesting.

Zhou Yun stretched out his head to take a look at the painting, and raised his eyebrows at her, "Is it possible that he can only like his paintings?"

"Who do you like?"

Zhou Yun babbled at the place of payment and rearranged the things in his hands.

Liang Huan's eyes slowly moved down, "Zi, Xi."

Zhou Yun glanced at her with a strange expression, "Didn't you just realize that this was his handwriting? You two are so familiar!"

Liang Huan recalled that that day at the Grand Master's Mansion, Lu Xu seemed to have called him like this, but she didn't expect that a person like him could create such pink and interesting paintings.

She closed the painting and said, "Zhou Shaobao should not say that again in the future."

It was fine in the past, but now that he was getting engaged, it was time for them to avoid suspicion.

Liang Huan put down the scroll and picked up another one, which was about Cao Zhi's "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo" and was signed "Shao Ci".

She read it carefully and smiled, "Elegant and free-spirited, the words are indeed true to the person."

Zhou Yun was stunned, then looked over here, shook his head and chuckled, "We were just playing around together in the past."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and continued to search. Liang Huan asked curiously, "What are you looking for?"

Zhou Yun looked through it two or three times but couldn't find it, so he gave up, "You don't know that he painted a painting before. I wanted to let you take a look, but unfortunately -"

He was rather regretful, "It's been a long time, but I can't find it anymore."

Liang Huan laughed, "Why are you looking for a painting like this?"

Zhou Yun glanced at the door and smiled a little mysteriously, "Don't look at him as a cold person, but his heart is warm."

I don't know what came to mind when I said this, and I felt a little emotional, "But he seems to have always had troubles in marriage."

"Bumpy?" Liang Huan looked suspicious.

Zhou Yun blinked and nodded, "I remember that when I was young, he had an engagement. You don't know that when he told me about it, he looked so awkward, like a little girl."

Liang Huan was puzzled, "Then why do you say it's rough?"