The next day, Song Shuwan woke up to the sound of rain. She sat up with her head in one hand and a bit of confusion in her eyes. She had been having a dream repeatedly during the night. In the dream, she was plotted by Pei Huan and fell into danger several times.
, she was killed before she could think of a way to escape.
The dream was so real that when Song Shuwan woke up, her thoughts were still pulled by it, and even her head felt dizzy.
"Squeak——"
The door was pushed open, Song Shuwan raised her eyes and looked: "Baicao?"
"Yes, Crown Princess, do you want to take a shower?"
Song Shuwan's reaction was slightly slow: "Yes, I need to wash up."
Baicao was startled, and suddenly came to the bedside: "Prince Princess, are you sick?"
Baicao asked, his fingertips fell on Haobai's wrist. The hotness of the tentacles and the pulse made Baicao frown.
"Prince Princess, when did your fever start?"
Song Shuwan held her head: "What kind of fever?"
Baicao was silent for a few moments, and then sighed: "Prince Concubine, please wait while I go to find Mr. Han."
After drinking some tea, Han Sanzhen limped into the room on crutches: "It's been so long since we last met, and you've made yourself sick? Show me."
Song Shuwan didn't struggle, and allowed Han to diagnose her pulse with three needles. Her dizzy mind didn't wake up until noon: "Baicao, what's wrong with me? Why does my head hurt so much?"
Baicao was standing aside. When she heard the question, she immediately replied: "The imperial concubine is ill. Doctor Han came to prescribe a prescription this morning. Do you have a headache? Do you need to ask Doctor Han to come and take a look again?"
Song Shuwan was about to refuse when she heard the sound of a cane tapping the ground outside the door. She looked closely and found that it was Han Sanzhen who came. This really meant that Cao Cao Cao Cao had arrived.
"Hey, you woke up, do you feel a headache?"
Song Shuwan nodded: "I do have a headache."
Han Sanzhen placed the crutch beside the bed and stretched out his hand towards Song Shuwan: "Give me your hand and I will show you."
Song Shuwan reached out her hand in cooperation.
Soon, Han Sanzhen withdrew his hand: "Yes, I'm recovering well. My head should not hurt tomorrow."
Song Shuwan pressed her temples and asked softly: "What's going on with me?"
"You were injured a few days ago, and you have been running back and forth for a few days. You were very angry last night, and after several pulls, you fell ill. It's not a big problem. You will recover from the illness, and your body will not go wrong for a while.
Already."
Hearing this, Song Shuwan felt relieved, and the corners of her mouth curved up: "Thank you, Mr. Han."
Han Sanzhen snorted coldly. Although he was unhappy, he didn't show it on his face.
After a while, he said, "I heard about what happened last night. What did Pei Huan say?"
Song Shuwan frowned slightly: "I don't know, he hasn't come to see me yet, but..."
She thought about the choice Pei Huan asked Mr. Hou to make last night, and sighed: "I think this matter should have ended last night."
Han Sanzhen paused: "So, what does Pei Huan want?"
"It's said to be his mother's relic."
Han Sanzhen's brows suddenly frowned: "Because of his mother's relics, can he put your affairs aside?"
Song Shuwan couldn't say that this matter was Pei Huan's plan, so she tried to bring up the topic by avoiding the more serious matters: "Let's not talk about what happened last night. I want to go to Cunshan Hall. Are there many patients there recently?
"
Han Sanzhen's penetrating gaze fell on her face, but he did not delve into the matter. He said calmly: "If you don't show up at Cunshan Hall, with my medical books, there will naturally be more patients."
"Thank you, Mr. Han."
"You're welcome, Pei Huan's side..."
Song Shuwan interrupted him: "I don't want to mention him right now."
Han Sanzhen sighed: "Okay, if you don't want to talk about it, then let's not talk about it. Don't go to Cunshan Hall today. Let's talk about it when you feel better tomorrow."
Song Shuwan rubbed her eyebrows and found that her eyes were still dizzy, so she nodded in agreement.
The rain stopped in the afternoon and the sun came out, but within a short while, it became unbearably hot outside.
Song Shuwan leaned against the ice basin, her body, which was already uncomfortable, became even more uncomfortable, and her whole body felt weak.
Baicao and Taoer stood nearby, feeling very distressed.
Tao'er said: "Can you let the Crown Princess eat some ice? It's so hot outside and the Crown Princess is sick..."
Baicao interrupted her and covered up the pain in her eyes: "You also know that the Crown Princess is sick, how can she eat ice like this? I will go get some more ice cubes and put more around, it should be much more comfortable.
"
Taoer pursed her lips, watched Baicao leave, walked to the bed and knelt down: "Prince Princess, are you okay?"
Song Shuwan raised her head and showed a pale smile: "Don't worry, I'm fine. Go get me a glass of water."
"good."
Song Shuwan was drinking water when two gentle knocks were heard outside the door. She looked up and found that it was Pei Huan who came, and behind her was Zhen Yuan instead of An Yi and An San.
When their eyes met, Song Shuwan slowly stood up and asked, "Why are the Crown Prince and Miss Zhen here?"
Zhen Yuan smiled: "Of course I came to see you. I heard that the Hou Mansion was very lively last night."
Song Shuwan paused: "Did you hear that?"
As she spoke, her gaze fell on Pei Huan, with doubt hidden deep in her eyes. Did Pei Huan reveal what Pei Ji had done?
Pei Huan was keenly aware of her gaze and said calmly: "It's Bowen who said it."
Bowen, written by Wen Yixiu.
Song Shuwan hadn't heard anything from Pei Huan for a long time.
She said calmly: "Mr. Wen is quite enthusiastic."
Zhen Yuan twitched the corners of his lips and quickly suppressed the change: "The Crown Princess is not looking good today."
Song Shuwan smiled: "I'm sick, so I won't feel well. Tao'er, please serve some tea."
Taoer saluted and quickly brought tea over.
By then the door had been closed and the ice basin had been moved to the center of the room.
Zhen Yuan leaned on the back of the chair and said with crooked eyebrows: "Early this morning, word came out from the palace that the little princess wanted to hold a lotus appreciation banquet in the palace and invited the ladies and ladies in Beijing who had not gone to escape the summer heat.
Flower Appreciation, did the Crown Princess receive the message?"
Song Shuwan paused slightly: "Lotus Appreciation Banquet? I didn't receive the message from the palace. Did the Crown Prince receive it?"
Pei Huan took a sip of tea and said, "I received it and sent it back again."
As soon as these words came out, all eyes in the room fell on him.
Pei Huan didn't care and said calmly: "The banquet is a good banquet, but the people are not good people. To avoid trouble, it's better not to go."
Song Shuwan lowered her eyes. Even if she was asked to attend the little princess's banquet, she had to have some doubts, but this was the premise that Pei Huan did nothing.
"Your Majesty, you don't want to know what the young prince's purpose is for hosting this lotus appreciation feast?"
Pei Huan put down the tea cup: "What else can the purpose of the lotus appreciation banquet be? Isn't it just lotus appreciation?"
Song Shuwan clenched her fingers tightly and focused her eyes on him: "The lotus appreciation banquet at Prince Yong's Mansion ruined Princess Jingyang, who will the little princess's lotus appreciation banquet ruin?"
