After Song Ren left, Pei Huan suddenly appeared with An San: "Do you have time to follow me out of the city now?"
Song Shuwan was stunned for a moment, and glanced at him suspiciously: "Why did the Crown Prince take me out of the city?"
"Some things only you can handle."
Song Shuwan frowned slightly. She didn't know why, but she suddenly remembered a person that Pei Huan asked her to treat before. She didn't know who that person was, but she only knew that Pei Huan valued that person very much.
However, after he was cured, the person disappeared, and Pei Huan never mentioned the relevant matter again, as if the person had never appeared.
Could it be the same situation this time?
Song Shuwan thought about it, and the words of rejection went around in her mouth, but in the end she didn't come out: "If it's about treating diseases and saving people, I have no problem, let's go."
Pei Huan felt slightly relieved. Before he came here, he had been worried that Song Shuwan would refuse because of Beijing's reputation, so that was fine.
The carriage quickly left the city, and Pei Huan explained the situation: "A group of refugees came from outside the capital. They are all sick and skinny."
Surprise flashed across Song Shuwan's face: "It's not always peaceful throughout the Zhou Dynasty and outside the capital. Where did the refugees come from?"
Pei Huan shook his head slightly: "I don't know where they come from, but they are indeed refugees."
Song Shuwan opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say, so she closed her mouth again.
In silence, the carriage stopped outside a secluded forest outside the capital. Song Shuwan smelled a stench as soon as she got off the carriage.
That is a problem that occurs when the climate is hot and the body has not been cleaned for a long time.
Song Shuwan frowned slightly and soon saw the refugees that Pei Huan was talking about. A group of people were sitting together, their faces all numb.
Song Shuwan's eyes swept over them and her fingers tightened slightly: "Your Majesty, these refugees..."
Pei Huan whispered: "You just need to show them, my people will take care of the rest."
Song Shuwan pursed her lips and nodded, then remembered that Pei Huan couldn't see, so she said, "I understand."
Soon, Song Shuwan joined the refugees. This group of people had traveled a long distance and all of them were very weak. I wonder if they had found support after seeing Pei Huan. At this time, many people were running a fever, and there were several among them.
Child.
"Here, madam, how is my child? Is he okay?"
Song Shuwan looked into her tearful eyes and pursed her lips subconsciously: "Don't worry, the child just has a fever, just take a few doses of medicine."
Half an hour later, Song Shuwan got on the carriage with a very solemn look on her face: "Although these refugees are all sick, their symptoms are similar, mainly fever. I will prescribe a few doses, and the prince will ask someone to take the medicine and boil it."
, but taking medicine is not a serious matter. If you want to take good care of your body, you still have to eat enough."
Pei Huan nodded: "I know, thank you for your hard work today."
Song Shuwan glanced at Pei Huan and didn't say anything. Instead, she mentioned the words she heard when she checked her pulse.
"They said they came from Luming County, a hundred miles away. There was a locust plague there and the government did nothing. They had no choice but to go north to seek survival. Many people died along the way, and only a few hundred people were left here."
Having said this, Song Shuwan paused and spoke in a slightly lower tone: "A group of refugees rushed to the capital from hundreds of miles away. So many people died along the way. The noise must be huge. Why didn't any news come out?"
Pei Huan lowered his eyes and did not answer Song Shuwan's question.
As time passed, the wind started blowing outside and dark clouds came over, blocking the sunshine.
Song Shuwan noticed the change and immediately asked Pei Huan to gather the refugees: "It looks like it's going to rain today. They can't get wet anymore. They must find a place to hide from the rain as soon as possible."
Pei Huan smiled coldly: "There is no need to hide, we can just go directly to the city in a while."
As soon as these words came out, Song Shuwan looked surprised: "Go directly to the city? With hundreds of refugees approaching, the defenders of the capital will definitely stop them and they will not be able to enter the city."
A smile flashed across Pei Huan's face: "As long as I'm here, thousands of people, not to mention the hundreds of refugees right now, can enter the city."
Song Shuwan was stunned. She watched Pei Huan give the order and the entire refugee team walked towards the capital. No one expressed resistance.
What happened between Pei Huan and these refugees?
Doubts flashed through her mind, and out of the corner of her eye she saw an old man walking tremblingly. He looked like a refugee in his attire.
A refugee who is not among the refugees?
Song Shuwan frowned and saw the old man approaching and saluted: "Qi Hong, a common man, has met the crown prince and the crown prince's concubine."
Pei Huan turned his head slightly and said, "No need to be polite, Mr. Qi. The other refugees have all gone to the capital. Does Mr. Qi have any other arrangements?"
A slight worry flashed across Qi Hong's face: "There are no arrangements for the common people. They are just the prince. Can they enter the city?"
Pei Huan said calmly: "As long as I am here, they can enter the city."
In just one sentence, there was no ups and downs in his tone, but the determination in it was inexplicably reassuring.
Qi Hong wiped the sweat from his forehead: "In this way, the common people will feel relieved, the common people..."
Before he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly fell forward.
Song Shuwan's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously stepped forward to support the person. She lowered her fingertips and pressed on the pulse accurately.
Pei Huan frowned and asked, "What's wrong with him?"
Song Shuwan felt slightly relieved: "It's nothing, I just felt relaxed for a while, so I fainted. I'll be fine when I wake up."
On the way back to the capital, the carriage kept falling behind the refugees. Song Shuwan opened the window slightly and after looking at it for a while, she remembered a key point.
"Your Majesty, how did you know that there was a group of refugees outside the capital?"
Pei Huan did not hide anything and said bluntly: "This morning, Mr. Qi came to Beijing to notify my secret guards."
Song Shuwan pursed her lips. This was the second time she heard Pei Huan call him Mr. Qi, and she couldn't help but ask: "Why does the prince call him Mr. Qi?"
"Mr. Qi was once my military advisor. He was seriously injured in the past two years and retired from the army because of his old age."
Listening to Pei Huan's explanation of Qi Hong's identity, Song Shuwan frowned unconsciously: "So that's what it is, but Prince, I'm afraid the arrival of this group of refugees will make the capital even more chaotic."
Pei Huan smiled: "What I want is chaos."
Song Shuwan was startled, and suddenly she heard a scolding coming from outside: "Stop quickly, if you go any further, I will kill...the Crown Prince?"
The defender's tone suddenly rose. He looked at the face exposed by the car window and immediately saluted: "I have met the Crown Prince."
Pei Huan hummed and said calmly: "These people are refugees from Luming County. You go and find someone from the government office to take them in."
The defender was stunned: "Trouble, refugees? Here, Your Majesty, please wait a moment. I will look for someone to inform the government office."
Hundreds of refugees stood at the gate of the capital, quickly alerting people nearby, and the news spread at an extremely fast speed.
Soon, word spread into the palace.
The emperor smashed the memorial on the spot: "Luming County is a hundred miles away, so many refugees came to the capital, why didn't I receive any news?"
