The room fell silent, Pei Huan tilted his head slightly, he couldn't see Liu Mei, but he could judge the location by her voice.

"Are you sure you saw her a few years ago?"

Liu Mei's expression was solemn: "Liu Mei is sure, Liu Mei thought she was familiar before, but she couldn't remember it, so she suddenly reacted, her face has changed a little from a few years ago, but her demeanor has not changed, and she can still see what she looked like a few years ago." ”

Pei Huan didn't pay attention to Liu Mei's words, and asked lightly: "What was her name a few years ago?" ”

"Song Rou."

Pei Huan hummed and waved his hand to let Liu Mei retreat.

Liu Mei's eyes widened: "You, the son of the world, you won't check ......"

"Stand down."

Pei Huan accentuated his voice, Liu Mei immediately lowered his head, and bowed back.

In the silence, Dark One couldn't help but speak: "Shizi, don't you really check the Shizi Princess?" ”

Pei Huan pointed to his leg: "What if you check it?" Now the only person who can cure me is her, but Liu Mei ...... Find a few more Lang Zhong and let her leave Beijing as soon as possible. ”

"Yes."

Bow darkly, turn and retreat.

Pei Huan leaned on the back of the wheelchair, his eyes narrowed slightly, and some of Liu Mei's words were too deliberate, deliberately making people dare not believe a word.

However, if what Liu Mei said is true, the so-called a few years ago should have been when the Song family had an accident, and he was able to get out of the land of smoke and willows, and there was no trace left, Song Shuwan's ability was extraordinary.

On the other side, Song Shuwan returned to the house, removed the jewelry on her head, and sat at the table making tea relaxedly.

At this moment, the flying kite limped and appeared with a pale face.

Song Shuwan glanced at her and motioned for the flying kite to sit down opposite: "Can you still hold on?" ”

Since the turn of the Red Square, the flying kite was punished by Pei Huan and has not appeared.

Hearing the concern, the flying kite lowered her head: "Thank you for the princess's concern, the flying kite can hold on." ”

Song Shuwan shook her head: "You...... Baicao, on the dresser, I have made a new ointment. ”

"Yes."

Baicao took the ointment, and Song Shuwan asked her to apply the flying kite to the wound: "It will hurt very much, but after applying it, the wound will recover quickly." ”

Hearing this, the flying kite nodded heavily: "The flying kite is not afraid of pain." ”

When the words fell, the ointment hit her wound, and the flying kite, who was still talking about pain, curled up.

"Ahh

She let out a short scream, lying on the table and not daring to move, her body very stiff.

Song Shuwan raised her eyes, her gaze swept over her, and saw the appearance of the new injury accompanied by the old marks, her eyes were a little darker, and the flying kite should have suffered a lot in the past.

Collecting her thoughts, Song Shuwan said lightly: "You have to change your out-of-the-box temperament, so as not to be cleaned up again in the future." ”

The flying kite bit her lip and didn't make a sound, and when the pain passed, her whole body was as if she had been reborn, extremely light.

"Slaves and maids remember the teachings of the princess."

Song Shuwan poured three cups of tea: "Come, taste the tea I brewed." ”

Baicao and Fei Kite stepped forward and took a cup of tea and sipped lightly, and then they were amazed.

"The tea soup cooked by the princess is excellent."

"It's delicious, but it's bitter."

Song Shuwan pulled the corners of her lower lip, poured another cup for Baicao, and said to the flying kite: "If you feel bitter, then try it with snacks." ”

Hearing this, Fei Kite immediately went to the kitchen to find a snack.

Song Shuwan looked at her figure and laughed a little: "This girl ......"

sighed, but didn't say anything at all.

The next day, at the polo match in Yuefu, the news that the princess of Houfu played twice spread in Beijing.

"It's very powerful, even Xie Shizi only won her by one goal."

"She knows how to heal, and she can play polo, Concubine Pei is really powerful, I don't know what else she will do?"

Because of various sayings, the posts sent to the Hou Mansion were one after another, and each one was given to Song Shuwan.

In the Qingzhu Courtyard, Mrs. Hou looked at the post sent by the servant woman, and only felt that her heart was bored. Why, why can those two pieces of waste make those people so favorable?

"Whoa!"

Mrs. Hou smashed the post on the ground, and her heart fluctuated angrily: "Tell the porter that from now on, all the posts sent will be burned, and not a single one will be sent to Qingfeng Yuan, and all of them will be cleaned up." ”

Mrs. Hou kicked the post on the ground impatiently, don't you like to be in the limelight? Then take a look, these posts are not in your hands, how can you be in the limelight!

The servant woman hurriedly stepped forward to clean up the post, and then respectfully stepped back.

"Madam, the second young master is clamoring to come to you."

A maid trotted into the house, and Mrs. Hou's face changed: "Have you waited for him well?" ”

The maid "pounced" and knelt down, but before she could make a sound, she was kicked in the face by Mrs. Hou.

Mrs. Hou looked at the maid condescendingly, and locked it slowly: "It's not good to even serve it, the Hou Mansion doesn't leave waste, let's sell it." ”

The maid's face turned pale: "Don't, madam, slave, don't ......."

The maid was taken away with a gagged mouth, and Mrs. Hou straightened out her somewhat messy clothes and went to see Pei Ji.

In Cunshantang, Song Shuwan was checking the pulse of an old man, and after the two patients she and the Taiyi Ling searched for during the competition recovered, Cunshantang began to have patients seeking treatment.

Time passed, and the reputation of Cunshantang became more and more powerful in the capital.

In the early morning of this day, as soon as Song Shuwan stepped into the Cunshan Hall, she saw Ding Cun walking back and forth in it, her face full of anxiety.

What's going on?

Song Shuwan's mind flashed with questions, and on the other side, Ding Cun found her at the door, and immediately stepped forward to salute: "I've seen the princess." ”

After a few words, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Song Shuwan looked at Ding Cun, and a little aura suddenly flashed, and she remembered the reason why Ding Cun was so nervous.

Song Shuwan asked Ding Cun if he wanted to study medicine before, and at the same time gave him a book, telling him to use ten diaries to write down the acupuncture points above, followed by Song Ren.

Counting the time, today is the tenth day.

Pulling the corner of her lower lip, Song Shuwan patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be nervous, just test your mind a little." ”

"Yes."

Ding Cun wiped the sweat from his forehead, and after a while, Song Ren stepped into the Cunshan Hall.

Song Shuwan asked Ding Cun to point out the various acupuncture points on Song Ren's body, and as time passed, Ding Cun's speed of reporting the acupuncture points became slower and slower, and he almost stopped at the end.

At this time, a group of people rushed in, and the woman at the head was full of anxiety: "What about Lang Zhong? Come on, Lang Zhong, my son is dying. ”

Song Shuwan glanced over there, asked Ding Cun to stop first, got up and walked over: "I'm Lang Zhong, what about the patient?" ”

The woman looked at Song Shuwan, and doubts flashed in her eyes: "Are you Langzhong?" As a woman, can you heal? ”

Song Shuwan was laughed at angrily, what about the woman, her medical skills are no worse than other Lang Zhong in Beijing.

Thinking of this, she also lost the patience to explain: "I understand your concerns, but if you don't believe me, then go find another Langzhong, go out and walk forward with your left hand, there will be a medical center, please." ”

Song Shuwan said politely, but the woman blew up.

"Why are you letting me go?"