"It's not necessarily false news? What do you mean by this?"
Song Shuwan really didn't understand, would Liu Mei still ask someone to send the real news?
Pei Huan did not explain and only asked people to prepare the carriage.
An hour later, the carriage stopped at a mountain col outside Anyuan City.
The cold wind howled, Song Shuwan tightened her cloak, got out of the carriage, and followed closely behind Pei Huan.
On the other side, several people came over, and the leader was An San.
"I've met the crown prince, miss."
An San saluted and turned around to lead the way. At the same time, he also explained the current situation: "It has been determined that it is the third prince, but he was injured too seriously and is already on the verge of death."
Song Shuwan asked: "Didn't you treat his injury?"
"It's been taken care of, but..."
An San shook his head and said no more.
Song Shuwan felt a little heavy in her heart. If a prince leading an army died here, once the news spread, Beidi would definitely fight to the death.
Soon, Song Shuwan entered a cave. The smell of blood was strong in the cave. A stout man was lying on the ground, his eyes were closed, and the ups and downs of his heart were almost invisible.
An San said: "That one on the ground is the third prince. Miss, do you think you can save his life?"
"I'll check on him first."
Song Shuwan stepped forward to check the third prince's injuries. After a moment, she shook her head: "His injuries are too serious. Even I can't save him."
Pei Huan put one hand behind his back and asked, "Can you make him sober for a short time?"
Are you asking the Third Prince something?
Song Shuwan frowned slightly and checked the third prince's pulse again before speaking: "I can use golden needles to stimulate his awakening, but it won't last long, at most about a stick of incense. After that, he will definitely die."
Pei Huan said lightly: "We can't save him anymore, so what if he dies? Let him wake up."
Song Shuwan nodded, took out the golden needle and inserted it into several acupuncture points.
Not long after, the ups and downs in the third prince's heart suddenly became violent. The next moment, he sat up and opened his mouth to see a mouthful of blood.
Song Shuwan felt his pulse, and then administered a few more needles neatly.
At this time, Pei Huan said coldly: "Listen, Third Prince, you were awakened by the stimulation of a golden needle. You only have one stick of incense to live. If you want to take revenge, just cooperate and answer a few questions. I think, you You won’t be willing to die in vain, right?”
The third prince was still in a daze, but he immediately woke up when he heard Pei Huan's voice. His face was pale, but various thoughts flashed through his mind.
After a few moments, he said: "Why should I believe what you say?"
Song Shuwan applied the acupuncture directly: "I am the doctor. The third prince does not need to doubt my ability. In fact, the third prince himself knows it, right? You are about to die. As long as you close your eyes, you will never be able to open them again."
The third prince coughed violently several times, covered his heart and said, "Don't threaten me with death. The Beidi army will eventually march across the land of Zhou. Even if I die, it will be worth it."
"You are certainly worthy of dying on the battlefield, but you were killed by your own brother. No matter what happens to the Beidi army, you will not get any attention. But your brother is different. The tenth prince, he Still alive.”
Pei Huan looked at the third prince condescendingly, with obvious contempt in his eyes: "If someone compares you two in the future, how do you think they will evaluate you? Two princes, one of them has done nothing yet..."
"Shut up!"
The third prince roared angrily, and as soon as he finished speaking, he spit out another mouthful of blood.
Song Shuwan frowned as she looked at it. If the excitement continued, the third prince might not be able to say a few words.
Thinking about it, she shook her head gently at Pei Huan, signaling him to stop talking.
However, Pei Huan saw it, but didn't care, and continued: "Even if I shut up, it can't be compared to the fact. Third Prince, you are really pathetic. Compared with your brothers, you are not even a star and a half behind..." …”
"I told you to shut up!"
The third prince shook his body and tried to get up, but after several attempts, he fell back to his original position.
Song Shuwan was afraid that he would suddenly fall to the ground, so she immediately stretched out her hand to hold his shoulders: "Third Prince, you should just sit still. If you continue to move, I'm afraid you will die without even using a stick of incense."
The third prince turned back, his eyes full of resentment: "Is it because you gave me the acupuncture to make me like this? I don't believe it, I can still live for a long time..."
Halfway through, his voice suddenly dropped and his breathing became quickened.
Song Shuwan sighed: "Third Prince, I won't kill someone with an acupuncture. It is true that you have no way to survive, so I can only do this."
The third prince lowered his head and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
Seeing that the time for a stick of incense was coming soon, the third prince remained silent and had no intention of speaking.
Seeing this, Song Shuwan and Pei Huan looked at each other and could only give up their plan to find out the news from him. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the third prince suddenly spoke.
"I won't tell you about the situation of the Beidi army, but I can reveal things about Lao Shi."
He raised his head, with regret, anger, and hatred in his eyes, which were very complicated.
"He, he is a waste. All the plans are done by the people around him. That is the person he admires. She is disguised as a man, right, right..."
At this point, the third prince's body suddenly became soft.
Song Shuwan's forehead twitched, and she quickly pricked several acupuncture points with golden needles. Unfortunately, the third prince quickly lost his breath, and her golden needles had no effect.
A few moments later, Song Shuwan stood up: "Your Majesty, what do you think of what the third prince said just now?"
"a chance."
Song Shuwan looked at Pei Huan's figure and turned her eyes slightly. She saw a staff member who was disguised as a man. The tenth prince even had a crush on him. Such a person was indeed an opportunity for Da Zhou.
As long as it is done properly, it is very easy to make the Beidi army retreat. However, will the tenth prince really fall in love with an aide?
The group returned to the inn, and the next day, Pei Huan left Anyuan City again.
After Song Shuwan saw the mountains and seas, she decided to go out for a walk. Unexpectedly, as soon as she made this decision, there was an extra person in her room.
One, the person who escaped last night.
"Miss Song, we meet again. I heard that you and Pei Huan left Anyuan City last night. What did you gain?"
Liu Mei leaned on the bed, her face pale, but she still smiled and greeted Song Shuwan.
"The harvest is not bad, but you, how could you dare to turn back after you escaped in such a mess last night? Aren't you afraid of being caught directly this time?"
While talking, Song Shuwan poured a cup of tea and handed it to Liu Mei.
"Isn't there an old saying that the most dangerous place is the safest, so I went back and took a risk. Miss Song's tea is good, but it's a pity that it's cold and tasteless."
Liu Mei raised her eyes, with a faint smile on her lips.
Song Shuwan crossed her arms and said calmly: "I put the sweat medicine in it, so how come it doesn't taste good?"
