Pei Huan sighed, but Song Shuwan felt an inexplicable feeling of helplessness and sorrow in her heart. If Pei Huan was intact, who would dare to lie in front of the great Zhou War God?
It is obviously a feared existence, but just because...
Song Shuwan sighed secretly, her eyes swept over Pei Huan's legs and eyes, and her determination to cure them became more and more intense.
Tang Cheng and Han Rongzhang were both silent. If they had any thoughts of luck before, after Pei Huan said these words, all the remaining luck disappeared.
Pei Huan didn't talk nonsense to them. He raised his hand and asked Cheng Cong to take the two of them down. The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, but the house was very quiet.
Pei Huan waved away Han Lin and Xiao Zou, and leaned slightly on the back of the wheelchair: "What do you think of my prince's current situation?"
Song Shuwan's hand holding the account book tightened slightly. After a short silence, she asked: "Your Majesty, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
A question made Pei Huan chuckle: "That's all, I already know what's going on. You can go back to your room. Things here should be settled early tomorrow morning. When the Soul Flower is delivered, you can concentrate on treating me."
Bar."
Hearing this, Song Shuwan put the account book on the table: "Then I won't disturb the prince."
As she spoke, she walked to the door and suddenly turned back and asked, "Your Majesty, I still have some doubts in my heart."
"Just ask."
"Since the prince has collected the evidence, why did he bring Han Lin and Xiao Zou to Tang Cheng and Han Rongzhang for a confrontation? I see that this confrontation is meaningless at all, right?"
Pei Huanxiao said meaningfully: "Does it make sense? You will have the answer by tomorrow morning."
It's tomorrow morning again?
Song Shuwan noticed the time in his words and frowned slightly. Could there be another purpose for today's arrangement?
She looked at the man in the wheelchair, asked the question several times in her mouth, and finally fell silent, and walked into the rain without saying a word.
Back in the house, Song Shuwan poured a cup of tea and then stared at the tea for a long time.
"Prince Princess, are you angry?"
Fei Yuan's question brought her back to her thoughts. Song Shuwan turned her head slightly, met Fei Yuan's concerned eyes, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: "Why do you say that? I look like someone who gets angry easily?"
Fei Yuan chuckled a few times: "Of course the Crown Princess is not someone who gets angry easily, but I just thought that since the Crown Prince has hidden so much from you, it is reasonable for the Crown Princess to be angry."
Song Shuwan chuckled lightly and sipped the tea in her cup: "I'm not angry, I'm just wondering how many arrangements the prince has made in secret?"
Fei Yuan's eyes brightened slightly, and she asked in a suppressed voice: "Do you want to know, Princess Concubine? I will go and find out the news?"
Song Shuwan tilted her head slightly: "Who did you ask for information?"
Fei Yuan blinked, and after a long time, he spat out two words: "Dark Three."
Song Shuwan's interest was aroused: "Are you familiar with An San?"
Fei Yuan's eyes wandered to both sides: "I'm not very familiar with it, it's just..."
With a "squeak" sound, Baicao pushed the door in with a box: "Prince Princess, this is from the secret agent."
Song Shuwan took it and opened it to see two flowers in the box. They were all white and exuded a faint fragrance.
"Soul flower."
Song Shuwan slowly uttered two words. She wanted to touch the soul flower with her fingertips, but she retracted before she could touch it. Thinking about the tomorrow that Pei Huan said, she closed the lid and handed it to Baicao: "Take this flower."
Put it away, you can pick it up tomorrow morning when things here are over."
Baicao didn't ask any questions, took the box and left.
Song Shuwan looked at the heavy rain outside the door, thinking about the dam, the people in Mingzhou City, and the refugees behind Han Lin, and her thoughts couldn't help but wander in her heart.
Pei Huan, what do you want to do?
In the middle of the night, there was a sudden noise in Mingzhou City under the curtain of rain. The tightly guarded government prison was suddenly broken into by a group of people. The sound of fighting continued for half the night and gradually disappeared until dawn.
At the same time, the rain that had fallen all night stopped, the sun rose from the east, and many people's hearts dropped.
"This time it rained for only one day and one night, so it should not affect the dam."
"Don't be stunned, hurry up and take a look outside the city."
The people shouted to each other to go out of the city, but Song Shuwan received the news and rushed to the government office with Soul Flower, Baicao and Feiyuan. As soon as she entered the gate of the government office, she smelled the strong smell of blood.
At this time, An San appeared with a few people with solemn expressions. Song Shuwan's appraising eyes quickly swept over them, and her brows suddenly furrowed.
"What happened in the government prison last night? Why are you covered in blood?"
An San wiped his face: "A group of people broke into the prison last night, and I fought with that group of people all night."
When Song Shuwan heard this, her heart suddenly jumped. After reacting, she quickly asked: "Where is the Crown Prince? Didn't the Crown Prince also stay here all night?"
An San's gaze drifted for a moment: "Shi, the Crown Prince did stay here all night, but Crown Princess, don't worry, the Crown Prince was not injured."
Song Shuwan frowned. What she was worried about was not that Pei Huanshou was not injured at all, but...
She put away her thoughts, raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows: "Take me to see him."
"yes."
An San led the way, and Song Shuwan stepped into the government prison. It had just rained in Mingzhou City and it was very cool, but the temperature in the prison was even lower.
Song Shuwan stepped on the ground and vaguely noticed the sticky feeling on the soles of her feet. She didn't dare to think further. Soon, she saw Pei Huan in the wheelchair.
The man was listening to a person beside him talking. He didn't know what he heard, but the expression on his face suddenly changed.
Song Shuwan wanted to go over, but when she saw the change in Pei Huan's expression, she stopped again. Would she disturb Pei Huan's handling of things if she went over now?
As soon as her thoughts came to her mind, Pei Huan on the other side turned his head and asked calmly: "What are you standing there for?"
Song Shuwan was stunned for a moment, and then walked over: "How are things going on here, Prince?"
"Come on, have you brought the soul flower?"
Song Shuwan glanced back and saw that the box containing the Soul Flower was in Baicao's arms: "I brought it, but the Soul Flower only serves to restore the body. If you want to cure it, it depends on how well the prince's body recovers?"
"I know."
Several people came out of the prison. Song Shuwan looked at the rising sun in the east. Just as she was about to speak, an exclamation suddenly came from the side: "Prince Princess, get down!"
What?
The sudden movement startled Song Shuwan, but before the expression on her face changed, a black shadow jumped on her from the side, it was Fei Yuan.
But no matter how fast the flying kite is, it can't stop the arrow with huge force.
Blood spattered out, and Pei Huan in the wheelchair turned his head, anger instantly taking over his face: "Come on, catch the assassin!"
