In the Qingfeng Courtyard, Song Shuwan frowned unconsciously as she listened to Fei Yuan's story. Pei Huan's move was tantamount to putting her on the fire. Even though he did not tell important words at the palace banquet, the people
He would only think that it was Song Shuwan who was losing her temper.
The reputation of the Great Zhou War God in the hearts of the people cannot be easily erased.
After Fei Yuan finished speaking, the person in front of him said nothing, so he couldn't help but be a little more cautious: "Prince Princess, are you unhappy?"
Song Shuwan came to her senses and asked instead of answering: "Why do you say that?"
Fei Yuan pursed her lips: "You have been frowning after listening to what I said."
Did she frown?
Song Shuwan was in a daze, and subconsciously touched her eyebrows with her hand, then paused with her fingers.
At this moment, two gentle knocks came from outside the door. The two people in the room looked around and found that it was An San who was following Pei Huan.
Song Shuwan asked: "But did the Crown Prince have any instructions?"
An San cupped his hands and saluted: "If you want to return to the Imperial Concubine, I would like you to come over."
"Now?"
Song Shuwan looked past An San, as if she saw the imperial doctor who was blocked outside, but soon she put her thoughts away, got up and went to Pei Huan's room.
"If the prince still understands, he should remember that there is still an imperial doctor outside."
As soon as they met, Song Shuwan's words had a bit of thorn in them.
Pei Huan didn't care and just pushed the box at hand towards Song Shuwan.
In silence, Song Shuwan stepped forward and opened the box. Inside was a ginseng tree, a ginseng that already had a human shape.
"Your Majesty, what do you mean?"
"compensate."
Pei Huan spat out two words, placed his fingertips on the table, and tapped it twice: "In addition, there are some medicinal materials, all for you."
Song Shuwan lowered her eyes and closed the box neatly, with a sarcastic look on her face: "Your Majesty, do you think that some medicinal materials can solve the problem?"
Pei Huan said calmly: "I never thought that these medicinal herbs could solve the problem. I just thought that these things could make you feel better."
The sarcasm on Song Shuwan's face was even worse: "The prince has made so many arrangements, but he still cares about the mood of others?"
Pei Huan was silent and sighed for a long time: "I know you are angry, but the current situation is for the best, you understand."
Of course Song Shuwan understood, but because she understood, the anger in her heart became more and more intense. She wanted to take revenge, but she pulled back and forth, but found that she only had a role in the game, and all she could do was to work hard to survive in the game.
Own.
Time passed and the room became silent.
I don't know how much time passed, but Song Shuwan rubbed her brows and asked, "Your Majesty, do you have anything else to say?"
Pei Huan shook his head: "No, but don't go out these days. The people in the capital are becoming more and more dissatisfied with you."
Song Shuwan said sarcastically: "Don't you understand why the people in the capital are like this?"
She dropped her words and left without looking back.
On the same spot, An San frowned slightly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty's Concubine is like this..."
Pei Huan raised his hand, and An San immediately fell silent.
After a while, Pei Huan said calmly: "She's right. It's normal to feel angry. It's okay."
An San lowered his head when he heard the words and said no more words.
Not long after, the imperial physician in the palace left the Marquis Mansion, but within half an hour, news spread in the capital that the prince's concubine did not want the imperial physician to treat her, and the prince drove her away.
"Oh my God, the palace specially sent so many imperial doctors here, how dare the imperial concubine drive them away?"
"If you ask me, the prince is too kind to her, and the reputation of the Great Zhou War God is not something she has to deal with."
Many people were filled with righteous indignation, but no one cared about the following sentence about the prince driving people away.
When this incident reached Song Shuwan's ears, she was kept silent for a long time, and she no longer knew what to say.
Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Baicao and Feiyuan tried their best to make her happy.
At the same time, on the official road outside the capital, a group of ragged people were staggering towards the capital. Suddenly one person fell to the ground. The people around him just glanced at it, and then walked around. No one came forward to check. Their
His face was all numb.
At this time, an old man said: "Hold on, the capital is just ahead, and we will be saved soon."
There was silence all around, and suddenly a man squatted down: "Mr. Qi, can we really be saved? A big thing like the locust plague has been suppressed. Even if we get to the capital, what can we do?"
This sentence seemed like a beginning, and the people around him also became frustrated: "Yes, Mr. Qi, can we really get what we want when we get to the capital?"
Mr. Qi looked around, with helplessness and anger in his eyes: "If we don't go to the capital, where can we go? Don't you think you can even die without any trouble? Think of your family members who fell on the ground, and you are willing to do so.
Is there no value in letting them die?”
The team stopped, and everyone's eyes fell on Mr. Qi. After an unknown amount of time, a woman carried a child on her back.
"I don't know about you, but anyway, I want the emperor to give an explanation."
After that, she took the lead and walked forward.
Qi Lao took a look and felt quite relieved. He knew that the people in the team were just too numb and too desperate, but precisely because of this, people with clear minds were more important.
"Let's go, don't stand here anymore, you will die anyway, no matter what, you have to give it a try."
After Mr. Qi finished speaking, he followed the woman in front. Seeing this, the others chose to follow after a long silence.
"Didn't Prince Nanming say he would come to Beijing for an audience before? Why is there no news after so long?"
Some people murmured, but more people remained silent.
The queue was very long, just like their journey to the capital. It was so long that they were numb and didn't know why.
In the capital, Song Shuwan stayed in the Hou Mansion for five days before Song Ren and Baicao tidied up the damaged shops.
"Prince Princess, although the shop has been tidied up, the people in the capital have great opinions on the shop. Do you think... should we close it for a period of time? To avoid the limelight?"
Song Ren explained the situation and made a very helpless opinion.
Song Shuwan picked up the tea cup at hand, took a sip and then looked at Song Ren: "Do you really think it will be useful to close the shop for a while?"
Song Ren was silent for a long time. After a long time, he smiled bitterly and said: "It is better to be locked up for a while than to lose money all the time. Concubine, we cannot afford the loss of the shop being smashed again."
Song Shuwan fell into silence, and her hand holding the tea cup tightened little by little. She knew what the problem was, but she couldn't solve it.
But she was not willing to admit defeat and temporarily close the shop.
"A good person is bullied by others, and a good horse is ridiculed by others. Song Ren, I will not let those people get what they want."
Song Ren frowned: "But Princess, we can no longer afford the loss."
Song Shuwan raised her lips coldly: "If we can't afford the losses, of course there are people who can. Just open your business."