What!
Song Shuwan's pupils shrank, and before she had time to react, a hand suddenly reached out and pulled her over. At the same time, an arrow grazed her hair and the wind caused it to break several flying hair. Silk.
"There's an assassin!"
The surrounding guards shouted, and soon more than a dozen people surrounded Song Shuwan and Pei Huan. They looked around warily, and the swords in their hands flashed with a sharp cold light.
However, time passed by little by little, and there was not much movement around. Only the wind blew gently, picking up people's clothes and hair and then gently letting it go.
Song Shuwan lay on Pei Huan's knees, looking up at the man's slightly tilted head, knowing that he was listening to what was going on around him. Blind people have much better hearing than normal people.
After a long time, Pei Huan said, "Everyone, please step back. There is no one around. Rest for half an hour before continuing."
The guards looked at each other and backed away hesitantly. Is the person who just shot the arrow really no longer around?
At that time, Song Shuwan also got up from Pei Huan's knees and slowly arranged her somewhat messy clothes. Thinking of the dangerous situation just now, her eyes towards Pei Huan became a little more complicated.
Half an hour later, the convoy set off again. After traveling for a day, it arrived outside Yuanzhou City as night fell. Because the convoy was too long, Pei Huan decided not to enter the city.
"Let's rest here for the night and continue our journey tomorrow."
Following Pei Huan's instructions, the entire convoy started to move.
Song Shuwan hugged her knees and sat beside the bonfire. Song Ren and Fei Yuan stood behind. In the silence, the two exchanged glances, both of them a little inexplicable.
After a while, Fei Yuan approached cautiously and asked, "Prince Princess, are you hungry?"
Song Shuwan came to her senses, shook her head and said, "You're not very hungry yet. Are you two hungry? Go eat, don't stand here."
Fei Yuan scratched his head: "But..."
Before she finished speaking, Song Ren pulled down the corner of her clothes from behind: "Prince Princess, let's go to dinner right now."
"What? The Crown Princess..."
Song Ren winked behind him. Fei Yuan caught a glimpse of the man in the wheelchair and immediately changed his words in mid-sentence: "What the Crown Princess said is that we are going to eat right now."
Afterwards, Fei Yuan and Song Ren trotted away.
Pei Huan turned his head slightly and frowned slightly as he listened to the movement next to him. Fei Yuan was so out of his mind that he even led Song Ren astray.
Song Shuwan heard something was wrong behind her and turned around subconsciously. When she saw Pei Huan, she felt helpless. Fei Yuan and Song Ren were...
Sighing secretly, Song Shuwan greeted Pei Huan: "Is the prince looking for me for something?"
Pei Huan nodded: "Acupuncture."
In just two words, Song Shuwan immediately understood and got into the carriage with Pei Huan.
Half an hour later, Song Shuwan said while collecting the golden needle: "The prince's health is much better than before, but we still have to be careful not to have another accident."
"I know, I will pay attention to it later."
Pei Huan put on his middle coat. There were a lot of sweat on his body due to the acupuncture, which made the middle coat soaked through and the skin underneath was vaguely exposed.
Song Shuwan raised her eyes and saw a drop of sweat on Pei Huan's forehead sliding down his cheek and falling into his heart. For some reason, her eyes followed the sweat drop uncontrollably, and then she noticed the condition of her clothes.
After a brief pause, she suddenly came back to her senses. She had never given Pei Huan acupuncture before, so why did she feel so strange today?
"What's wrong?"
Pei Huan tilted his head slightly, with confusion in his tone.
Song Shuwan pursed her lips and smiled dryly: "It's nothing. I'll get off the carriage first."
As she spoke, she picked up her skirt and walked out, but accidentally bumped into the oil lamp next to her.
"oops!"
Song Shuwan exclaimed and subconsciously flicked the wick of the oil lamp. The flame went out and the carriage fell into darkness instantly.
"What's wrong?"
Pei Huan's question came again, and Song Shuwan coughed: "It's okay, I accidentally knocked over the oil lamp, just open the window and it will be fine."
Hearing this, Pei Huan said nothing more.
At night, the place where the motorcade rested was silent, with only the crackling sound of the bonfire burning. The night watchman sat quietly, with no sleepiness in his sharp eyes.
Suddenly, several figures appeared quickly and landed on the edge of the bonfire. Just as the watchmen were about to take action, they realized that the leader was An San and immediately sheathed their swords.
An San looked around: "Where is the Crown Prince?"
"there."
When An San approached, Pei Huan opened his eyes instantly and said in a calm tone: "Has it been arranged?"
An San cupped his hands: "Everything has been arranged, we're just waiting for the crown prince."
"Um."
As the night gets darker, the surroundings become increasingly quiet.
At dawn the next day, Song Shuwan woke up amidst the noise, covering her head and frowning. She slept so deeply last night that she felt a headache when she woke up today.
"Prince Princess, we are leaving in just one stick of incense. Please eat something quickly."
Fei Yuan rushed over with a roar, stuffed steamed buns and a water bag into Song Shuwan's hands, and then ran away to get a hot handkerchief.
"Prince Princess, wipe your face quickly."
Song Shuwan helplessly let her handle it, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Pei Huan being pushed over in a wheelchair.
"Shi...Why is it that the prince is wearing a piece of cloth in front of his eyes today?"
Pei Huan raised his hand slightly, pressed his fingertips on the cloth, and whispered: "I can see light in my eyes this morning."
Song Shuwan's eyes instantly narrowed, could she see the light? How could she not know that Pei Huan's eyes recovered so quickly?
After her thoughts changed, she pressed again: "I will diagnose the prince's pulse."
She was about to approach, but Pei Huan refused: "We have to go on our way, let's talk about it later."
As if to confirm Pei Huan's words, as soon as he finished speaking, someone came over and asked if he wanted to leave.
"Everything has been sorted. Please give the order, Your Majesty."
"Set off."
The convoy was on the road again, and Song Shuwan got into the carriage. Thinking of Pei Huan just now, she felt vaguely that something was wrong.
At this moment, Fei Yuan took out a piece of parchment from his arms: "Prince Princess, look at this."
Song Shuwan looked at it subconsciously, and then her expression suddenly changed: "Is this a map? A map of where?"
Fei Yuan frowned and whispered: "It's a map from the capital to Mingzhou City. I found it specially. There is absolutely no omission."
Song Shuwan choked, and her first reaction was to destroy the map. If this thing was seen by others, it would cause big or small trouble.
However, when she stretched out her finger, she paused. It would be good for them if the map was kept well and not known to others.
"Prince Princess, what's wrong?"
Song Shuwan came to her senses and took the parchment: "I keep this map. Please remember not to talk about the map with others."
"yes."
While the two were talking, there were two gentle knocks on the car window. Song Shuwan opened the window and saw a secret guard riding a horse walking beside Pei Huan.
"What's the matter?"
