Zhen Yuan tightened the cup in his hand: "Why does the Crown Princess suddenly want to deal with her?"
Song Shuwan's calm eyes fell on her face: "It's not that I suddenly want to deal with it, I just think it's boring to keep procrastinating like this."
Zhen Yuan repeated her words: "It's boring? Where is it boring?"
"The clay figurines are still earthy, not to mention that I am not someone who can be made round or flattened by others."
Having said this, neither Song Shuwan nor Zhen Yuan spoke, but drank the wine in their glasses one sip at a time. Slowly, Song Shuwan got drunk and fell asleep on the table.
Zhen Yuan looked at it with helplessness flashing in his eyes. As long as the imperial concubine drank as much as she did, it would be better to find fewer people to drink with in the future.
"Baicao."
Baicao stepped forward in response: "Miss Zhen."
Zhen Yuan pointed to the person lying on the table: "Take the Crown Princess back. As for what the Crown Princess said, tell her and I will consider it carefully."
Hearing this, Baicao bowed: "I understand, slave."
In the carriage, the drunken sleeping man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes clear.
"Do you think Miss Zhen will agree?"
Surprise flashed across Baicao's face, but she quickly suppressed the surprise: "I feel that the possibility of Miss Zhen agreeing is very high."
"Big?"
Song Shuwan raised her eyebrows: "Why are you so sure?"
Baicao replied: "I don't know if there was any quarrel between Miss Zhen and the little princess, but the little princess has been targeting Miss Zhen. With Miss Zhen's temper, how can she endure it? So she will definitely agree, but Miss Zhen and Mr. Wen
What happened between them is also true, so she will definitely hesitate for a while before agreeing."
Song Shuwan smiled slightly: "Yes, she will still hesitate for a while."
Back at the Marquis Mansion, Song Shuwan wrote down the recipe for wound medicine and asked Baicao to deliver it to the General Mansion in the afternoon, and then called Fei Yuan.
"Fei Yuan, go to Cunshan Hall for me and tell Dr. Han that I want to set up a free clinic in the capital."
"yes."
Not long after, Han Sanzhen returned to the Hou Mansion on crutches, followed by a frowning Ding Cun.
"The girl next to you said you want to hold a free clinic?"
Song Shuwan nodded: "You said before that the Cunshan Hall matter cannot remain in a stalemate. I just thought that I should improve the reputation of Cunshan Hall first. As time goes by, the people will naturally understand it."
"makes sense."
Han Sanzhen nodded, with a bit more satisfaction on his face: "Since you have this idea, I will definitely try my best to help you. Although Ding Cun is not good at medical skills, he still has no problem diagnosing people's pulses."
Poor medical skills?
Song Shuwan glanced at Ding Cun behind her, feeling a little funny in her heart. She didn't know who had praised Ding Cun as a good candidate to study medicine before, but also regretted that Ding Cun was too old to study medicine.
"With these words from Mr. Han, I feel relieved, Ding Cun, I will have to trouble you later."
Ding Cun was so flattered that he waved his hands repeatedly and said, "It's just a matter of personal responsibility. Don't say that, Princess."
Song Shuwan frowned, suddenly remembered something, and asked: "Mr. Han is coming back with Ding Cun, but does he have other matters?"
Han Sanzhen nodded: "I want to find the crown prince, is he in the house?"
Song Shuwan was stunned for a moment and asked the maid outside to look for him.
Soon, the servant girl came back and reported: "The prince is not in the house."
Han Sanzhen's brows suddenly wrinkled: "Not in the mansion? Where did this man in the blue sky go? That's all, Ding Cun, you follow me to Lanyuan, and we'll talk about it when the prince comes back."
"okay."
Song Shuwan watched Han Sanzhen and Ding Cun leave, and told the maid outside to wait at the gate of the palace: "The prince will inform me as soon as he comes back."
After the maid left, Song Shuwan rubbed her brows and grabbed some medicinal materials to make a hangover soup. After eating a bowl, her brows furrowed uncontrollably.
At this moment, Baicao appeared with several people: "Prince Concubine, these are the servants sent by the Marquis."
Song Shuwan put down the bowl and looked at the people: "There is no shortage of people in Qingfeng Court. Just send them back where they came from."
Song Shuwan was doubtful and went to the side with Baicao.
Baicao said: "These people said they were sent by the Marquis, but they were actually pointed out by the palace. An Yi told them that...the emperor sent them to take care of the prince."
Song Shuwan felt nervous. She said she was taking care of her, but in fact it was surveillance, right?
It's strange. The emperor had so much trust in Pei Huan before, but now... he wants to spy on the man?
After a long while, Song Shuwan said: "Since it is the one who sent it, let's keep three of them to wait at the prince's door, and put the others elsewhere. Remember to divide them up and try to keep them away from each other."
Stay further away."
"Understood."
Baicao led the people away, and a thoughtful look flashed across Song Shuwan's face.
In the afternoon, Baicao sent the prescription for the wound medicine to the General's Mansion. Song Shuwan was reading the medical book when she saw the servant woman running into the room in a hurry: "Concubine, the prince is back."
Song Shuwan closed her medical book and as soon as she stood up, she saw a figure in a wheelchair at the door.
Pei Huan asked: "You want to see me?"
Song Shuwan corrected with a smile: "It's Mr. Han who wants to see the crown prince. By the way, the Marquis sent some boys over this morning. I left three of those boys at the prince's doorstep, and the others went elsewhere."
Pei Huan nodded to show his understanding, and then asked someone to ask Han Sanzhen for help.
Han Sanzhen and Ding Cun came very quickly. After entering the house, they walked towards Pei Huan: "Are you going to cure the poison on the prince's body?"
Pei Huan was startled: "Mr. Han is doing it because of the poison on me?"
Han Sanzhen raised his eyebrows, glanced thoughtfully at Pei Huan's eyes, and said with a smile: "Otherwise, what would happen to me looking for the crown prince?"
In the silence, Pei Huan chuckled: "We have to wait for this poison, it is not suitable now."
Han Sanzhen snorted: "Not suitable? Do you know that if the poison in your body attacks again, it will not be a matter of detoxification. Your body will be affected. Are you not afraid that your eyes and legs will be involved again?"
Pei Huan said calmly: "With Wan'er here, why should I be afraid? Besides, even if Wan'er can't control it, isn't there still Han Langzhong? The people in the Divine Doctor Valley should be pretty capable, right?"
Han Sanzhen folded his hands around his chest: "That's easy to say, that's all. I won't waste time with the Crown Prince anymore. Ding Cun, let's diagnose the Crown Prince's pulse."
Pei Huan was about to refuse when he heard Han Sanzhen say: "This Ding Cun is the disciple of the Crown Princess. I have been teaching him recently. The Crown Prince will make a decision after he has thought about it."
After a moment, Pei Huan stretched out his hand.
Ding Cun arrived at the front tremblingly. After checking his pulse, suspicion flashed across his face: "Grandpa Han, is the prince really poisoned? Why, why didn't I diagnose any problem at all?"
Han Sanzhen raised his hand and slapped him on the head: "I've told you that your medical skills are not good, but you still think I'm fooling you? Get up, go back and memorize those medical books. If you wander again, I'll knock them off you.
head."
Ding Cun lowered his head and became depressed.
Song Shuwan and Pei Huan on the side were both silent. Together, Han Sanzhen just wanted to hit Ding Cun?
