The Marquis shook his hands, and his eyes flashed with disbelief: "How dare you disobey..."
"Master Hou."
Song Shuwan's voice was slightly raised, and she took two steps back while pushing her wheelchair: "Master Marquis, please be careful what you say. There are some things you should say carefully."
The Zhou Dynasty attached great importance to etiquette, and no matter how much trouble there was in the palace, they still maintained their dignity to the outside world.
The word disobedience was not a good word in the Zhou Dynasty.
The Marquis sneered, with disdain flashing in his eyes: "Who doesn't know that Pei Huan, who is blind and has a broken leg, has long been a loser? If he adds disobedience, it is just what he deserves. This is a fact."
Pei Huan raised his head slightly, put one hand on the side of the wheelchair, and stared at the Marquis with his empty eyes as if they had substance.
He stood and sat down, but the Marquis felt his heart tremble inexplicably, as if a sharp sword was coming to cut him in half.
Damn it, Pei Huan is already blind, how can he still be so intimidating?
Fear flashed in Mr. Hou's eyes, and he took a step back unconsciously.
Song Shuwan looked at it and found it funny. The Dingyuan Marquis's Mansion was no better than the Duke of Xinguo's Mansion. It was all ridiculous.
There was silence inside and outside Qingzhuyuan. At this time, several children's shouts came.
"You big horse is too slow, faster, faster! Ahhhhh, I want you to go faster!"
"Second Young Master, please be gentle. Don't dig out your small eyeballs. It hurts. Ah, ah, ah, ah, my eyes..."
A sharp scream entered the room. Song Shuwan subconsciously lowered her head and looked at Pei Huan, but her eyes were blank.
She was so confused. Pei Huan couldn't see her eyes, so how could he look at her.
Song Shuwan was about to look away when she saw Pei Huan turn his head, and their eyes met exactly.
She knew clearly that Pei Huan couldn't see her, but Song Shuwan felt like he really saw her.
The next moment, she put away her thoughts and walked out quickly.
The Marquis was angered by her behavior: "There are no rules. Do I allow you to leave? I will stop her!"
"Who dares?"
Pei Huan calmly uttered two words, An Yi held the long sword and stood behind the wheelchair like an evil god.
The servant girl who had been trying to catch up just now froze on the spot.
Everyone knew that their eldest son was the God of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Even though he was blind and had a broken leg, the aura around him was still terrifying, making people afraid to move forward.
Seeing this scene, the Marquis kicked the nearest servant girl: "Pei Huan, you are so good, you are so good!"
On the other side, Song Shuwan came out of the house and saw Pei Ji kicking and beating a boy who fell on the ground.
The boy covered his face and kept rolling, and there was still a faint red color between his fingers.
"Step aside!"
Song Shuwan got angry, frightened Pei Ji away, and grabbed the boy's hand.
"Let me show you your eyes."
The boy howled in pain: "My eyes, my eyes are broken..."
Song Shuwan took a closer look and saw that her beautiful face was a little more profound.
At this time, the sound of wooden wheels rolling was heard behind her. When Pei Huan saw Pei Ji running into the house, he followed her out.
"Wow, Dad, that woman is so scary."
Pei Ji's crying came from inside the house, but none of the three people among them paid attention.
Pei Huan tilted his head slightly, listened for a moment and asked, "How is his eye?"
Song Shuwan did not respond, but asked for the dagger from An Yi, only to hear a shrill scream, and the little boy who had been struggling and rolling was silent.
At this time, Song Shuwan had the idea to reply: "His eye was broken, and the two eyes affected each other. We could only dig out the bad eye and save the other one."
Speaking of this, the anger in her heart rose again.
"Pei Ji's temper is too vicious at such a young age."
Pei Ji's crying continued, and the Marquis coaxed him, but he had no chance to come out.
Pei Huan tilted his head slightly and said indifferently: "Take this boy back first."
The implication is that he doesn't care about the Marquis anymore.
Song Shuwan hesitated a little, but seeing that Pei Huan really didn't care, she didn't say much and pushed the wheelchair back to the yard.
In the house, Mr. Hou couldn't coax Pei Ji with a few words, so he could only ask Mrs. Hou to coax him. The servant girl came forward and told Pei Ji what he had seen.
When he heard that Song Shuwan gouged out the boy's eyes, the Marquis became furious: "What a vicious woman, she can be so ruthless!"
Mrs. Hou's eyes flashed slightly. She originally wanted to let Mr. Hou deal with Pei Huan and Song Shuwan, but she was afraid that the matter would involve her, so she stayed away.
Unexpectedly, her son would interfere with the matter.
We can't let it go like this. Pei Huan and Song Shuwan can never live so freely.
Glancing at the incompetent and furious man from the corner of her eye, Madam Hou said deliberately: "I heard the news from the palace that Song Shuwan's medical skills are extremely high. Even the imperial doctor's order cannot cure the Queen Mother's headache, but she can cure it. With time,
, her medical skills spread throughout the capital, wouldn’t it make ordinary people admire Dingyuan Hou Mansion? "
She clapped her hands and said in surprise: "Oh, this is a good thing. I am afraid that the position of Marquis Dingyuan will not be given to my step-son. Also, the step-son is not born to Yuan's wife after all. He..."
The Marquis turned back, his eyes full of repressed anger: "So what if I wasn't born to Yuan's wife? I wasn't born to Yuan's wife, but I still became the Marquis of Dingyuan. If I don't give him a position, he can't even think of competing with his step-son.
Song Shuwan knows medical skills, huh, I will make a good plan for them!"
In Qingfeng Courtyard, Song Shuwan held her cheek with one hand, her eyes filled with water.
"In other words, part of the reason why the Marquis favors Pei Ji is because Pei Ji was not born to his Yuan wife?"
Pei Huan nodded and raised his hand slightly.
An Yi quickly stuffed the tea cup and retreated neatly.
Taking a sip of tea, Pei Huan's face showed sarcasm: "For him, this is fair."
Song Shuwan lowered her eyes, fairness does not work like this.
"Not to mention the spoilers, I heard that there will be a poetry meeting in the capital tomorrow, and it will be very lively to meet friends with poetry. The prince would like to..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw a secret guard descending from the sky and kneeling respectfully to Pei Huan's right side.
"Your Majesty, a letter from Mr. Wen."
Pei Huanwei remained motionless: "Nian."
The secret guard unfolded the invitation and read out the content: "There will be a banquet at the Wen Mansion tomorrow at noon. Come and join us."
Song Shuwan's eyes narrowed slightly. There was only one family with the surname Wen in the capital, and that was Wen Lun, the imperial concubine. The young master mentioned by the secret guard should be the eldest young master Wen Yixiu.
"Your Majesty, do you want to go take a look?"
Pei Huan didn't answer but asked: "Do you want to go for a walk?"
It was very boring to stay here all day long, and Song Shuwan naturally wanted to go out for a walk: "When are you leaving?"
"Noon time."
Is this a time that was deliberately delayed?
Song Shuwan smiled slightly and refilled Pei Huan's cup of tea.
"Then I'll be waiting."
The next day, Song Shuwan gave Sui Pei Huan a medicinal bath and gold needles, and then moved him to the bed.
Just as they were using candles to sterilize the golden needles, the steward of the Hou Mansion hurried over: "Suddenly a large group of people came outside the house, saying they wanted to see the Crown Princess of the Hou Mansion."
Song Shuwan raised her eyes and slowly put the roasted golden needles away.
