Chapter 104 Deja Vu
“Yes.”
She has close contact with Song Tan, so it’s not surprising for him to know.
Lu Xiu was silent for a while, then raised his head: "You are really kind to others."
When these words of praise came out of Lu Xiu's mouth, he was not only unbelievable, but also made his scalp numb.
Liang Huan didn't dare to answer.
He added: "I will ask someone to investigate this matter, but as time goes by, it may not be possible."
Liang Huan: "This is natural, but no matter what, It's always good if you're willing to help."
Lu Xiu said coldly, "Every time you ask for help, your attitude is surprisingly good, but-" He glanced at her sideways, "Every time. After using it, I want to cross the river and burn the bridge."
Liang Huan's face froze with a smile, is there any?
Just as he was thinking about how to explain, he said seriously: "Can you still remember the place where the willow trees were planted?"
Liang Huan was a little confused. Under his focused gaze, all his thoughts were invisible. I can only nod honestly.
"It should be fifteen miles west of the city."
"Take me there another day," his eyes were solemn, indescribably serious.
Liang Huan asked curiously: "Are you suspicious of any hints in that letter?"
"Maybe," Lu Xiu looked at her with dark eyes, "As far as I know, Liang Jijiu fell into the water and died after drinking. Why do you think he was killed by Wang Su?"
< br>Liang Huan frowned: "It's true that my father knows how to drink, but he has always been self-disciplined and will never drink too much. What's more, it's time to go home, but he goes in the opposite direction. Isn't it strange?"
He pondered for a moment: "Did your mother say anything to you?"
Liang Huan shook his head: "After my father passed away, she didn't talk to me for more than a month and refused to see me. Then At that time, I just thought that she was overly grieved and would think of my father when she saw me. Only now did I realize that she blamed me and thought that I was the one who brought disaster to the people around her." That day, Aniang was crying hysterically behind her.
She said that the most unforgivable thing she had ever done in her life was giving birth to her.
“I also understand why she asked me to become a monk——”
Lu Xiu silently took her hand.
Liang Huan raised her eyes and looked at him steadily: "Maybe it's not unreasonable for her to dislike me. What if I really came to collect debts?"
"To collect debts? Including me?" He He remained motionless and looked back at her.
Liang Huan's lips curved slightly, and he nodded slightly, "Maybe."
"Then how do you want me to repay you?" He lowered his eyes and laughed softly.
Liang Huan moved her eyes and looked at the many lamps in the corner, the candlelight flickering.
At first, she wanted to ask him to pay with his life...
The swallows in the corridor murmured.
Liang Huan opened the curtain and sat up. The morning light came in through the window, illuminating the room brightly.
Lu Xiu has already gone to court. He basically has to go to the palace before dawn every day. No wonder he feels sleepy every time he comes back from court.
After a period of closed-door recuperation, the Grand Master's health was better than before and he resumed attending court. She doesn't have to go to say hello every morning, so she has more time.
In addition to refining poisons, she also makes some good skin care products. Under her influence intentionally or unintentionally, the grand master spent the summer solstice safely.
Liang Huan knew very well that the Lu family could be stable only if the Grand Master was alive. Otherwise, they would fall apart sooner or later if they had different political opinions.
It's not that this problem didn't exist in her previous life, but at that time, she didn't pay attention to the Lu family, and the information she got was all hearsay.
She is still in the Lu family and doesn’t want to split up so soon.
Now, the only person she is most worried about is Song Tan.
In his previous life, Song Tan caught wind and cold occasionally and was ill for a long time, lingering on his bed until his death on the winter solstice. On the day of the funeral, many people were shocked, and they all wanted to take a last look at Tan Lang. In this life, we can change the destiny of the Grand Master, so how can we not change his?
At the Dragon Boat Festival banquet, she quietly grabbed Song Tan's pulse.
He has been applying powder all year round, but he may have used too much powder, and there were faint signs of poisoning. Fortunately, it did not penetrate deep into the inside, only on the skin.
Liang Huan did not dare to take it lightly. In addition to making new powder for him, he also explicitly prohibited him from using items from unknown sources.
As the saying goes: It is essential to be on guard against others.
Song Tan was on good terms with him and was under Feng Qingyue's eyes every day. There was no guarantee that she would not vent her hatred on him.
If you think about it this way, did Song Tan's sudden death in the previous life have anything to do with Feng Qingyue?
"Liang Ji?"
The little maid suddenly appeared and pulled her back to reality. She put down her work, calmed her mind, and then looked at the little maid: "What's the matter?"
For some reason, Lu Xiu seems to be very fond of butterflies these days.
As long as he makes a request now, the condition is to let her embroider butterflies on his clothes.
Liang Huan couldn't help but complain in his heart.
The little maid raised her eyelids and took a look, hesitating for a long time, "The white porcelain vase with red plums and snow in the adult's room was accidentally broken."
The little maid goddess looked uneasy.
There was no need to report these matters to her, but the general manager was on leave for the past two days, so she had to help take care of him.
Liang Han put down the clothes in his hands, stood up and went out.
She has been here for so long and has never been to Lu Xiu's house.
Just as he was about to call Qiu Xi, he saw that only her shadow was left, and she hurriedly went to the front yard.
"Qiu Xi has been busy these past two days?" Liang Han asked the maid behind him with a frown.
There was a slight hesitation on the maid's face: "From what she said, family members are here."
Family members?
Liang Huan frowned. Qiu Xi signed the death deed in Liang Mansion precisely because her family was gone. Where did her family come from now?
Could it be that Chun'er came to ask her for money again?
But thinking about Lu Xiu's vase, Liang Han decided to go to his room to have a look first, otherwise, he should come back later.
The maid who broke the porcelain bottle knelt on the ground and choked with tears. The steward was also a little anxious. When they saw Liang Huan, they all saluted.
His room was carpeted, but it was such a coincidence that the porcelain bottle was placed where it happened to be.
Liang Huan walked over, leaned over and picked up a small fragment, holding it in his hand and looking at it carefully.
She glanced at the crying maid and said: "This vase is not an old thing from the past, it was just fired recently. Adults will not care about this kind of thing. Don't cry either, go. Do what you are supposed to do."
Liang Huan took one look and prepared to exit.
"These fragments must be cleaned up, don't hurt anyone."
The windows were wide open, and a cool breeze blew in, blowing the pages of the manuscript on the table and clattering. There was a loud thumping sound.
The maid and the steward were still lying on the ground rummaging through the fragments, fearing that even a tiny bit would be left behind.
Liang Huan walked to the table and looked at it. It was strange to say that the Imperial Master's Mansion was everywhere in splendor and splendor, and the furnishings in the other courtyards were also extraordinary. Why was it that the place where he lived was so...simple? ?
Liang Han was surprised.
Looking at the manuscript on the table again, her eyes accidentally fell on his half-written copybook. Liang Han picked it up carefully. She had seen his handwriting when it came that day, but she found that this The writing style of the characters seems a bit familiar...
(End of this chapter)