Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

Liang Huan hesitated a little. If she followed, what if Lu Xiu came back and asked him to wait?

Liang Huan looked around and happened to see Cao Jun stopping to chat with others. Although it was inappropriate for him to speak, he couldn't care so much.

Liang Huan asked the maid to wait and then stepped forward.

Cao Jun was a little surprised when he saw Liang Huan, but he still remained polite.

After Liang Huan finished speaking briefly, Cao Jun also agreed.

Liang Huan then followed her maid back with peace of mind. The Duke's mansion was very big and she had never walked this road.

Liang Huan couldn't help but be a little wary.

The courtyard where the Duke lives is very quiet, and there are servants guarding the corridor, and nothing unusual is seen.

Liang Huan followed the maid and walked in.

The incense of Lingxu is burning in the house, which is light and overflowing. The boxwood utensils are matched with the green dripping Guanyin, which is simple and elegant.

Duke Lou Jing, with his white hair, sat in front of him, hunched over, looking over with a hint of clarity in his cloudy eyes.

It was a gaze that wanted to penetrate the soul.

Liang Huan lowered his head and bowed respectfully: "I have met the Duke."

She could clearly feel the gaze examining her inch by inch.

"come here."

After a long time, the Duke finally spoke, his old voice deep.

Liang Huan raised her head and saw the Duke motioning for her to sit across from the table.

She was confused, but she could only obey and knelt down opposite him.

Liang Huan: "May I ask what the Duke's instructions are for finding a concubine?"

She didn't know why the Duke's gaze made her feel uncomfortable.

He pointed to the items on the Yao plate on the table and asked, "Do you know what these are?"

Liang Huan only took one look at it and replied: "Yellow grass and tortoise shell."

The Duke asked again: "Do you know their use?"

Liang Huan: "The turtle is used for divination, and the strategy is used for divination. Does the Duke want to use them for divination?"

The Duke nodded slightly.

Liang Huan didn't understand even more.

The old man's old eyes were always locked on her: "When is the girl's birthday?"

Liang Huan was a little hesitant because she was not sure when her birthday should be.

Seeing that she didn't answer, the Duke took the lead and said, "It's October 12th, Yimao year, right?"

Liang Huan was surprised: "How did the Duke know? Many years ago, this date was correct, but later, my family moved it forward by one day, so I am not sure which one to say."

"Then do you know why your family gave you an advance?"

Liang Huan nodded: "My mother-in-law said I was born on the night of the 11th, not the 12th."

The Duke looked at her and shook his head: "Many years ago, someone asked me to help with divination, and this is what the divination looks like. Now it is the same as before, and it has not changed."

Liang Huan looked at the tortoise shell, and she couldn't see anything except cracks.

The Duke looked out the window and said in a sad voice: "'The peonies are bathed in blood and the city is beautiful, but who would have thought that thousands of bones would wither under the flowers.' This is what I divined back then."

Liang Huan recalled carefully that she seemed to have heard: "What does this mean?"

"In name only."

Liang Huan's eyebrows skipped a beat. Is it in name only? She is nominally alive, but actually dead?

"I thought you were dead a long time ago, but I didn't expect..." He seemed to sigh softly: "Girl, don't blame me, my life is not long."

Liang Huan was about to open her mouth to ask, but someone suddenly covered her mouth and nose. Her hands and feet were also held hostage, dragged backwards, and pinned to the ground.

The feeling of suffocation was getting heavier and heavier, and Liang Huan struggled hard, just wanting to break free and push away the person who was covering his mouth and nose.

But her hands and feet were tightly pressed, unable to move at all. Her head became increasingly dizzy, her vision became increasingly blurry, and the voices in her ears became farther and farther away from her. It seemed as if her soul was floating...

Liang Huan was woken up by being patted and shaken. She could vaguely see the shadow of the person in front of her. Her whole body was so weak that she had no strength at all, and even her chest felt tight when she breathed.

The outline before my eyes gradually became clear.

Liang Huan squinted her eyes to identify it carefully, and said with anger: "Lu Xiu?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she was pressed hard into his arms.

Liang Huan felt like she was going to be beaten to death by him again.

Perhaps he also noticed it, and finally relaxed his arms and lowered his head: "I will take you back."

Liang Huan didn't have the strength to nod.

Lu Xiu didn't wait for her answer, picked her up, turned around and walked outside.

Liang Huan couldn't see clearly what was going on around her. She could only hear the Duke of Guo shouting hard from behind, not letting her go.

But Lu Xiu couldn't hear it at all.

Liang Huan slumped limply in his arms, and could only see his exposed lower jaw and corners of his lips, which were as cold as ice.

She closed her eyes. The appearance of Lu Xiu almost overlapped with that of his previous life. There was no hint of anger, but just one word could kill him in a sea of ​​blood.

Liang Huan was carried all the way out of the Duke's Mansion until he returned to the small courtyard of the Grand Master's Mansion. He was speechless the whole time.

Liang Huan calmed down all the way, but still felt flustered and dizzy while lying on the bed, and her limbs were a little out of control.

Feeling dizzy, Liang Huan heard the low voice of the doctor, which seemed to say many words, and she slowly fell asleep.

When she woke up and the room was dark, Lu Xiu leaned against the bed and looked at her with a frown.

"Are you feeling better?" He looked a little sleepy.

Liang Huan nodded and glanced at the window again. He couldn't tell the time, but looking at the silence inside and outside the house, he guessed it was midnight.

In this situation, I unconsciously thought of that day in the cave. I lowered my eyes and calculated carefully. This should be the third time I saved her.

Just as I was thinking about what to say better, I saw him getting up and pouring me a glass of water.

"Fortunately, you asked Cao Jun to bring me a message, otherwise it would have been too late." Lu Xiu helped her up and sat up.

Liang Huan took the cup and said, "I don't know the Duke of Guo, so I didn't expect that he would kill me."

When Lu Xiu entered, he saw Liang Huan being pinned to the ground and almost lifeless.

"What did he say to you?"

Liang Huan hesitated. It seemed that her birthday was considered unlucky. No, looking at the Duke's appearance as if he was facing a powerful enemy, it was not only unlucky, but clearly a serious disaster!

Liang Huan couldn't understand that just because of her birth date, her life could be taken away.

As for the fateful poem, whether it was true or not, her birth date had indeed been tampered with. It seemed that they must have believed it with such covertness.

Yes, the Duke even said he thought she was dead...

Liang Huan's heart moved. What does this name refer to?

Liang Huan didn't know whether she should tell the truth to Lu Xiu about her birthday? After that, shouldn’t she be arrested and dealt with?

"He just helped me with divination, I'm not sure about the rest."

Lu Xiu nodded slightly, took the cup in her hand, and helped her lie down again: "Get some rest."

He put down the cup and lay down next to her.

Liang Huan closed her eyes, and various doubts were floating in her mind. She seemed to have caught some clues. She wanted to reach out and grab them, but found that she didn't know which one to grab.

When he opened his eyes again, Lu Xiu had fallen asleep. It could be seen that he was very tired from staying up until midnight, but Liang Huan was lying on the bed and watching him unable to fall asleep.

Could it be that the man in black last time was sent by the Duke?