Mrs. Hou was hysterical. Looking at her appearance, Song Shuwan felt her heart beat slightly. How could Mrs. Hou be like this? What happened to Pei Ji?
The same doubt also flashed through Pei Huan's mind, but compared to Song Shuwan, he didn't care about Pei Ji's situation at all.
"If you want to go crazy, go to Qingzhuyuan. Qingfengyuan is not a place for you to jump around!"
Pei Huan said coldly and signaled An San to push him away.
Song Shuwan stood there and saw that he left neatly, so she didn't waste any time and turned around to leave. Unexpectedly, a hand grabbed her sleeve, and a servant girl followed closely and shouted: "Madam, I'm going to leave." The slave has captured her, and the second young master can be saved!"
Song Shuwan: "..."
Is there anything wrong with this servant girl’s mind?
"open!"
She scolded, without shaking off the servant woman's hand, and simply pressed the acupuncture point on the servant woman's arm. She heard a scream, and the servant woman staggered back, tripping over each other with her two feet and fell to the ground.
Madam Hou's pupils shrank, and as soon as the scolding words came to her lips, there was a sound of footsteps behind her. However, it was Mr. Hou who received the news that Madam Hou was coming. He was afraid that she would suffer a loss, so he rushed over immediately.
"Master Hou." Mrs. Hou called out. Before she could say anything else, her eyes turned red.
When the Marquis saw this, he suddenly felt distressed: "Tell me, that unfilial Pei Huan is the most cruel and ruthless man. Why are you here to provoke him?"
Mrs. Hou lowered her eyes and shed tears: "I really can't stand my step-son being injured like that. Mr. Hou, you must save your step-son."
Song Shuwan listened for a few words, and when she saw that Mrs. Hou didn't get to the point, she was about to leave.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the Marquis' eyes fell on her: "Stop for me, Marquis!"
Song Shuwan was silent and sighed secretly. Was she getting angry? You shouldn't have come out just now!
Thinking about it, Song Shuwan turned around and asked in a neither humble nor arrogant tone: "What are your orders from the Marquis?"
The Marquis said coldly: "Everyone outside knows that you have excellent medical skills. You must be able to cure any disease. Now that someone in the Marquis's house is in trouble, it's time for you to show your skills."
Song Shuwan smiled, but the smile did not reach her eyes: "Master Hou..."
Before she finished speaking, a sound broke through the air suddenly. The next moment, Mr. Hou and Mrs. Hou retreated in embarrassment, and where they were standing before, there was a flying knife.
A cold male voice came from the room: "This is a warning. If you don't leave, the second flying knife will be on your head. You can bet, but I don't guarantee you will survive."
Mr. Hou's expression kept changing, but in the end fear prevailed, and he decisively left with Mrs. Hou.
Song Shuwan watched the group of people disappear and raised her eyebrows slightly. She remembered that Pei Huan was suppressed by the Marquis before and needed her help. Unexpectedly, after a while, Pei Huan actually took the initiative to attack the Marquis.
"The prince is so majestic now."
She praised and left before Pei Huan could speak.
On the other side, An San retracted the second flying knife in his hand, lowering his eyebrows and pretending not to hear anything.
After a while, Pei Huan sneered: "Go and find out what happened to Pei Ji."
"yes!"
At the same time, the same words came out of Song Shuwan's mouth. Feiyuan accepted the order very happily. Unexpectedly, she bumped into An San as soon as she left the house. Their eyes met and she snorted coldly: "An Yi is injured, but you can handle it." The good thing is that now that you can follow the prince, you may feel very proud, right?"
An San looked at her, moved his fingers slightly a few times, and then returned to calmness: "You are all doing things for the prince, how can you feel proud?"
"hypocritical!"
Fei Yuan dropped her words and ran away.
An San stopped in place for a moment, and then followed.
In the room, Song Shuwan's hand holding the tea cup paused slightly. Do Fei Yuan and An San, the secret guard, know each other well?
An hour later, Fei Yuan came back with the news: "The second young master was thrown something by someone when he went out. He was burned with blisters all over his body, which burst when he touched him. He was rolling on the bed in pain."
Song Shuwan was startled: "You got blisters? But was it the hot water that was poured on you?"
Fei Yuan shook his head: "It's not hot water. The doctors who were invited said they had never seen anything like that."
Song Shuwan fell into deep thought, what kind of thing is not hot water, but can cause blisters all over the body?
After thinking for a long time, Song Shuwan, who had no answer, pressed the matter. With Pei Huan around, Mr. Hou and Mrs. Hou could not get past him and did not dare to mess around.
Time passed five days later, and there were more and more comments about refugees in Beijing. At this moment, a piece of news suddenly spread.
"The little princess wants to set up a tent to serve porridge at the East Gate. Not only refugees can go there, but also beggars in the city!"
"Oh my God, the little princess is so kind. I'm going to the east city gate right now!"
The people praised the little princess for her kindness, and then the topic suddenly turned to Princess Pei.
"Then how dare Crown Princess Pei say that she is kind? She didn't do anything she was supposed to do, but she still acted recklessly on the basis of the Crown Prince's name. She really deserves the title of Crown Princess in vain!"
"Exactly, if it weren't for the Crown Prince's name, she would have been beheaded when she murdered the little princess!"
In the tea house, everyone was talking indignantly. No one noticed that several people on the second floor were staring at them expressionlessly. When the remarks became more and more sharp, there was only a "dong" sound, and a person who stood up had his head lost. When the head fell to the ground, blood spattered out.
All the sounds stopped suddenly, and a few moments later, screams filled the entire teahouse.
"You're killing someone, run away!"
"Ah ah ah, run quickly..."
Within a few moments, the teahouse was empty, except for a few people sitting on the second floor.
"Prince Ning, don't be so angry. It's just a few people talking nonsense."
One of the people with a very delicate face spoke, with a bit of ridicule in his arched eyebrows.
Prince Ning glanced at it and dropped the tea cup in his hand on the table: "Tell the third princess that if she still wants to join forces with me, she must show her sincerity. If something like today happens again... hum!"
Prince Ning strode away, leaving a few people behind who didn't move.
At this time, a big man came forward and said dissatisfiedly: "Fifth Princess, that King Ning is too arrogant. Do we really want to join forces with him? Is there no way for the Third Princess to persuade him?"
The person known as the fifth princess smiled and said: "The third emperor sister has her own reasons for this arrangement. Don't say more, but what is the relationship between Prince Ning... and Princess Pei?"
Hou Mansion.
Song Shuwan sneezed unexpectedly, causing Fei Yuan to look at her nervously: "Prince Princess, what's wrong with you?"
Song Shuwan frowned slightly, shook her head and said, "Nothing. Did you just say that the little princess set up a tent to serve porridge at the East Gate?"
Fei Yuan nodded: "Now everyone in the capital is praising the little princess for her kindness, but on the contrary, they are saying that you, the Crown Princess, are not good at all. Crown Princess, should we do something? We can't let them ruin your reputation anymore."
Song Shuwan smiled, picked up the tea cup on the side and took a sip: "Do you think the people in the city will change their minds because of what I do?"
Fei Yuan pursed her lips: "No, but the Crown Princess..."
"I know why you are angry, but this is not your problem or mine."
Song Shuwan's eyes fell outside the room, as if she could see the man in another room. Her appearance now is all thanks to Pei Huan. After such a long time, Pei Huan and the emperor's plan should be over soon. ?
On the other side, Pei Huan looked ugly: "Duan Cheng, the minister of Dali Temple, died? When did it happen?"
