After giving Pei Huan the injection, Song Shuwan went to adjust the hot water for the medicated bath. The smell of the medicine spread along with the heat of the water in the room, and there was an indescribable silence.
Not long after, Anhui turned around and said: "Prince Princess, the plaque has been hung up."
Song Shuwan nodded and signaled An Yi to help Pei Huan into the barrel. As she spoke, she pulled out a few golden needles from Pei Huan's body and sat down at the table.
Pei Huan sat in the barrel wearing underwear, and the black potion spread to his neck. In an instant, severe pain rose from the soles of his feet, and his body immediately became tense all the way up.
"Well!"
Caught off guard, Pei Huan snorted.
An Yi was stunned: "Prince, are you okay?"
Pei Huan frowned, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay."
His whole body felt like it had been cut with knives, especially his two legs, which hurt so much that it seemed like it could kill him.
Song Shuwan poured a cup of tea and sipped it before speaking slowly: "I have adjusted the prescription. Today's medicine is more powerful. Prince, please bear with it and get used to it."
Pei Huan leaned against the edge of the barrel, gritting his teeth and making no sound.
An Yi looked around, but didn't say anything, just stood aside quietly.
Half an hour later, the potion in the barrel became much lighter.
Song Shuwan looked at it, then picked up the water and smelled it: "Soak for another half an hour, darken it, and get hot water."
An Yi grimaced, but still left to get hot water.
Ouch, the prince is not treating an illness, he is clearly being tortured!
After another half an hour, Song Shuwan let Pei Huan out: "This is a pill to treat the eyes. Take it first. When the prince gets used to the medicine, I will give the prince acupuncture in his eyes."
"Wow--"
Pei Huan came out of the barrel and spread the water all over the ground.
Song Shuwan's eyes turned slightly and suddenly froze. The man's muscular body was covered with water drops, and every texture of his skin had an inexplicable meaning under the water droplets.
Song Shuwan stared at it for a few moments, and suddenly met a pair of lifeless eyes. Pei Huan said nothing, but Song Shuwan couldn't help but blushed her cheeks. She turned her face to the side and coughed a few times as if to cover up.
"What about that? The prince's treatment is over today. Go back quickly."
Pei Huan slowly put on his robe: "Don't forget the banquet at Prince Yong's Mansion tomorrow."
Banquet at Prince Yong's Mansion?
Yes, she had received an invitation to a banquet from Prince Yong's Palace in Yue Mansion before, and Pei Huan also sent one as a gift after returning home. Now she actually had two invitations from Prince Yong's Palace in her hand.
Song Shuwan came to her senses and asked with a little curiosity: "Is the Crown Prince going to Prince Yong's Mansion tomorrow?"
Pei Huan didn't answer but asked: "Do you want me to go?"
Song Shuwan was stunned, hope?
"What does the prince mean by this?"
Pei Huan's fingertips fell on his knees and he smiled: "It's nothing, but if you want me to go, then I will go."
After that, he signaled An Yi to push the wheelchair and leave.
Song Shu wanted to speak but hesitated. For some reason, she felt uneasy in her heart. Could something happen to the banquet at Prince Yong's Mansion tomorrow?
The next day, Prince Yong's Mansion.
People and cars were coming and going in front of the door. The servants were walking back and forth to guide the guests in. The guests who had just got off the carriage were chatting with each other. Suddenly someone said: "Hey? Isn't that the carriage from the Marquis's residence? The Marquis is here today too?" "
Everyone followed the sound and saw a very long wooden board falling from the back door of the carriage. Soon, Pei Huan was pushed out in a wheelchair.
Oops, it turns out to be Prince Pei, the God of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
The guests looked at each other, and they all saw a bit of a show-watching look in each other's eyes.
I heard that Pei Huan had appeared once before at the Wen Mansion banquet. I thought he was an exception because he was familiar with Wen Yixiu, but it turned out that he also came to the Yongwang Mansion banquet this time...
"Even the Great Zhou War God will still come to the banquet after he has fallen into despair."
"Hmph, I didn't even get involved in anyone's banquet when I saw him in the past. He was still talking about how noble he was, but it turned out to be nothing more than that."
"..."
Song Shuwan was wearing a green skirt, her hair was tied up high, and she was wearing the jewelry given by the palace yesterday. She was delicate and charming but also had an indescribable awe.
As soon as she got off the carriage, she heard the comments around her. Her eyebrows suddenly tightened, and an anger in her heart rose uncontrollably. What were these people talking nonsense? Pei Huan doesn't need it at all...
"Don't be angry."
Pei Huan's calm voice reached Song Shuwan's ears. She lowered her eyes slightly, and suddenly realized that her emotions were a little out of control. How could she be affected by other people's comments?
"I know, Prince, please rest assured."
As soon as he finished speaking, another carriage appeared and Zhong Rou got out.
The surrounding guests recognized Zhong Rou, and the look of watching a play in their eyes became more intense. Did they know that the eldest lady of the Zhong family was originally going to marry Pei Huan, but later she was replaced by the cousin. One can imagine the resentment between them. .
Now that the two sides collide, there will definitely be something good to watch.
Zhong Rou noticed the gazes around her and frowned. Then when she looked at Song Shuwan and Pei Huan, her eyes were full of disgust.
A good-for-nothing, a low-born person, he just needs to stay in the Marquis' Mansion, why should he come out and show his shame!
Song Shuwan also noticed Zhong Rou, but she didn't care and pushed Pei Huan to leave.
The next moment, she was stopped.
"When my sister saw her, why didn't she even say hello? Could it be that she married the heir and forgot about her elders and juniors?"
Song Shuwan paused slightly, and her half-smiling eyes fell on Zhong Rou's face. This idiot, everyone around her was laughing, but she actually rushed to put on a good show for others.
Duke Xin's government is shameless, but Pei Huan still wants it.
"Sister was joking. She left in a hurry just now and didn't notice her. The sun is rising and it's getting late. My husband and I have important matters to discuss with Prince Yong's Mansion, so we won't waste time with my sister. Everyone , excuse me."
After that, Song Shuwan pushed Pei Huan into Prince Yong's Mansion, regardless of the eyes or Zhong Rou behind him.
And her last words suddenly woke up the surrounding guests. It was true that they wanted to watch a play, but this was Prince Yong's Mansion. Guests would not enter the house when they arrived, but gathered in front of the house to watch the play. This would be embarrassing for the host. .
Tsk, that Pei Huan is also a flexible and flexible person. He can't express his emotions and anger. It's really a waste of their time.
Song Shuwan didn't know what the people behind her were thinking. Under the guidance of her subordinates, she quickly met Xie Youxing, with Yue Hong standing next to him.
The two of them didn't know what they said, and Yue Hong's cheeks suddenly turned red.
But soon, Xie Youxing noticed Pei Huan and Song Shuwan, and immediately stepped forward to say hello: "Prince Pei, Concubine Pei, you two are here today, please call me Prince Yong's Mansion Pengpi Shenghui!"
Pei Huan responded lightly, but was interrupted by the guests coming from behind.
Xie Youxing looked helpless: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I'll excuse you now. You two can go as you please."
Song Shuwan pushed Pei Huan to a corner and sighed, "You shouldn't be allowed to come today."
