In the early morning, the sun rises in the east.
A carriage stopped in front of the inn door. A plainly dressed old woman entered the door and soon saw a man in a wheelchair.
"I've met the prince."
"Po Hong, no need to be polite, please sit down and serve tea."
Pei Huan raised his hand slightly, waited for the guard to bring tea, and chatted with Po Hong for a while before bringing the topic to the crux.
"I heard that my wife is a guest at Grandma Hong's place. I wonder what I'm doing now?"
Hong Po smiled and said, "Did you hear the prince correctly? I am just an ordinary old woman. How can I invite the prince's concubine to be a guest?"
"Hong Po is unusual. I have spent some time in Ningyuan City. If Hong Po had not taken the initiative to show up, I would not have known about Hong Po's past actions. Those things really shocked me."
Pei Huan praised Po Hong for a moment, then changed his tone and mentioned that he had a man named Sun Wen in his hands.
"Speaking of this Sun Wen, he shouted Hong Po's name in the dungeon every day, and said that Hong Po would definitely save him. I thought it was strange, so I wanted to ask, is this person really related to Hong Po? ?”
Hong Po's expression was slightly stiff. Did Sun Wen mention her every day? She didn't know whether it was true or not, but she had to accept these words.
"I do know a man named Sun Wen, but I'm not sure if he is the one the prince mentioned."
Pei Huan's lips twitched slightly, but his eyes were cold: "Bring the person here, Hong Po will know when she takes a look at it? An San?"
An San responded, left a word "wait a moment" and left quickly.
The change in the expression on Po Hong's face was immediately obvious: "Your Majesty..."
Pei Huan raised his hand: "Hong Po, don't worry. Today's tea is specially brought from the capital by me. It is tribute tea from Yunzhou. The output is very small. How does it taste, Po Hong Po?"
Hong Po coughed lightly: "The tribute tea is naturally excellent."
After saying that, she picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
Not long after, An San dragged a man covered in blood around, and with a "bang" sound, he threw the man to the ground.
"Your Majesty, Po Hong, my subordinates have brought someone here."
Pei Huan said "hmm" and said politely: "Po Hong, do you know Sun Wen?"
An San glanced at him and saw that Hong Po was silent. He immediately stepped forward and pulled up the man on the ground, forcing him to reveal a face covered in blood and bruises.
Hong Po tightened her fingers when she saw it, anger flashed in her eyes, and she quickly suppressed her emotions.
At this time, Pei Huan spoke again: "Po Hong, is this the Sun Wen you know?"
A forced smile appeared on Po Hong's face: "What a coincidence, this is the Sun Wen I know."
Pei Huan nodded: "I really didn't expect that my men would catch Hong Po's people. The flood has really washed away the Dragon King Temple. Why don't you help the people to the chairs quickly?"
An San responded, grabbing Sun Wen's shoulders and throwing him onto the chair.
With a "bang", Sun Wen slid to the ground like mud. Hong Po barely managed to hold her nerve, and finally squeezed out a sentence through her teeth: "Are the prince's people a little barbaric?"
Pei Huan lowered his eyes and covered up the murderous intention: "Really, but I feel that this person should not be treated politely. There are many restless people, but he is not the first one who dares to attack me, but Presumably, he will not be the last one. If everyone can be like him, then how can I guard Ningyuan City?"
Speaking of the last few words, Pei Huan's tone was filled with chill.
It was Hong Po. Faced with this situation, she could only stiffen her body and dare not say a word.
Time passed little by little, and Pei Huan sipped the tea slowly: "Why is Po Hong silent? Is it because she has nothing to say, or...she has other plans?"
Hong Po's scalp was numb, and she denied Pei Huan's words without thinking: "Your Majesty, I have misunderstood. I am wondering how to punish these offenders."
Pei Huan raised his eyebrows and put down the tea cup: "Really? How do you think Po Hong should punish him?"
"Of course it's in accordance with the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but this person has some relationship with me. If possible, I still want to beg the prince to let him live and punish him a little."
"What if I don't want to let him live?"
Hong Po's body stiffened: "The Crown Prince doesn't want to let him live, and I have nothing to say."
In the silence, Pei Huan smiled: "Send the person back, and I will consider whether to send him back. Let's see him off."
An San stepped forward and made a "please" gesture to Po Hong.
Hong Po lowered her lips, bowed and left.
That night, Song Shuwan was politely sent back to the inn, while Sun Wen had his hands and feet broken and was thrown outside Hong Po's house.
"Ah ah ah, that Pei Huan went too far. He actually crippled Sun Wen. How will Sun Wen live in this future? Po Hong Po, we can't just let this matter go! We must give..."
Sun Jin was furious. Before he could finish shouting, a strong wind blew past his ears. He heard a "click" sound and an arrow was nailed to the chair, which scared Sun Jin into a cold sweat.
In the silence, Po Hong sighed: "Please tell the prince that I will take good care of the people in the west of the city and will not let them mess around."
There was deathly silence outside the house, only the cold wind was howling, making people feel cold all over.
Station.
Song Shu politely thanked him: "Thank you so much, Your Majesty, for saving me."
Pei Huan said calmly: "You and I don't need to be so polite. Grandma Hong didn't make things difficult for you, right?"
Song Shuwan shook her head: "They want to save Sun Wen, so naturally they won't embarrass me."
Pei Huan nodded: "That's good. It's getting late. You should go and have a rest. We'll talk about anything tomorrow."
Song Shu hesitated, but didn't ask anything.
The next day, not long after Song Shuwan got up, she saw Baicao and Fei Yuan standing at the door, one on the left and one on the right. Both of them had frustration on their faces. Fei Yuan was shocked at the first sight.
Song Shuwan frowned: "Come in, it's very cold outside."
Baicao and Feiyuan looked at each other and entered the house one after another. They knelt down as soon as the door was closed and said in unison: "My slaves are not doing well in guarding. Please punish me, Princess Royal."
Song Shuwan raised her eyebrows and reached out to help the two of them up: "Others come prepared, but even if the guards are not in a good position, I won't..."
Before she could finish speaking, her chest suddenly surged, and then she opened her mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, which happened to land on Baicao and Feiyuan.
After a brief silence, Fei Yuan turned around and ran out: "Your Majesty, it's not good, the Crown Princess is vomiting blood!"
Baicao supported the person and said anxiously: "Prince Concubine, lie down quickly and I will diagnose your pulse!"
Song Shuwan pursed her lips and looked very slow in her behavior.
Not long after, Pei Huan arrived and asked sharply: "What's going on? Why are you vomiting blood for no reason?"
Baicao's face turned ugly: "It's poison, the Crown Princess is poisoned!"
Pei Huan suddenly tightened his fingers: "Po Hong."
Two short words squeezed out from between his teeth. A few moments later, he patted the armrest of his wheelchair: "An San, go and arrest the person immediately. Anyone who dares to hurt me, I will make her pay the price!"
The cold wind blew, and there was an inexplicable sense of chill in Ningyuan City.
