Chapter 121: Who's Coming?

Song Shuwan looked at Mrs. Hou steadily, and put the box back in place very calmly: "I've seen Mrs., I don't know what happened when Mrs. came to look for her daughter-in-law at this time?" ”

Mrs. Hou's eyes were red, and her expression was a little haggard, but she couldn't suppress the ups and downs in her heart: "Song Shuwan, you have to follow me to save people, my stepson is only a few years old, he can't have an accident at this time, you must save him!" ”

Song Shuwan's gaze moved down slightly, landed on Mrs. Hou's hand on her arm, and slowly withdrew her arm.

"The daughter-in-law may be about to disappoint the lady, and the daughter-in-law has no choice about the situation of the second son."

Mrs. Hou's voice suddenly raised: "How could you have no choice?" Don't you claim to be very good at medicine? How could it be ......"

"Bone-"

Suddenly, the sound of wooden wheels rolling came, and several people in the house looked for prestige, and saw Pei Huan being pushed over in a wheelchair.

Mrs. Hou's expression was still embarrassed and tired, but in front of Pei Huan, she insisted on making herself proud.

"Pei Huan, what are you doing?"

Pei Huan said lightly: "This is Qingfeng Courtyard, it can be anyone who should ask what to do, but not you." ”

Mrs. Hou's face changed: "What do you mean?" ”

"Get out."

Pei Huan coldly spit out two words, which made Mrs. Hou's face even more ugly: "Pei Huan, I am your mother, is this how you speak to your mother?" ”

Pei Huan sneered: "I said, my mother has passed away a long time ago, if you want to die, I can fulfill you now." ”

The silent sense of oppression fell with a threat, making Mrs. Hou unconsciously retreat, and her already ugly face turned a little pale at this time.

"Pei Huan, you, you ......"

Her fingers trembled and pointed at Pei Huan, but she couldn't say anything for a long time.

As time passed, the atmosphere in the room gradually became stagnant, and Song Shuwan raised her eyes slightly, taking in Mrs. Hou's expression.

At this moment, a notice came from outside the house again: "Master Hou has arrived." ”

Soon, Hou Ye entered the house, and the spearhead instantly pointed at Pei Huan: "Pei Huan, you are a junior, is this how you talk to your elders?" ”

Xu was blocked too many times by Pei Huan's words about the death of his biological mother, and Hou Ye did not dare to mention his mother this time, but used his elders as a title.

But Pei Huan didn't pay attention to Hou Ye at all, for him, these two people in the Hou Mansion were not enemies but enemies, if it weren't for Hou Ye still hanging the name of a father, Pei Huan wouldn't even bother to talk to him.

"What are you doing? Why don't you get these uninvited people out of here? ”

"Yes!"

The guards of Qingfeng Courtyard moved, and very unceremoniously threw Hou Ye and Mrs. Hou out of Qingfeng Courtyard.

The two of them got up from the ground in embarrassment, and Hou Ye immediately jumped to his feet: "Pei Huan, you unfilial son, you wait for Ben Hou, Ben Hou must enter the palace to sue you!" ”

The corners of Song Shuwan's mouth twitched slightly, and she helplessly held her forehead: "Shizi, they ......"

Pei Huan raised his eyes slightly, and his tone was full of indifference: "It's just two clowns who jump off the beam, if there is a next time, just call someone to drive them out." ”

Song Shuwan smiled, and did not say that she knew, nor did she say that she did not know.

Seeing this, Pei Huan proposed to go out at night.

Song Shuwan's heart moved slightly: "Where is the prince going to go?" ”

"Yipinlou."

Song Shuwan was stunned: "What did the prince do in that place of fireworks?" Don't you have an appointment with whom? ”

Pei Huan pulled the corners of his mouth slightly: "I didn't have an appointment with anyone, but someone else had an appointment." ”

Someone else?

Song Shuwan's heart moved slightly, and her eyes were a little hot: "Would the prince like to take me with you?" ”

In the evening, there was a lot of people in front of Yipinlou, and you could see laughing men and women everywhere, and a woman in a red skirt walked back and forth, her eyes full of smiles.

"Ouch, this guest officer...... Oops, look who is this? Pei Shizi, what kind of wind blew you over today? ”

The surrounding noise continued, but there were those who recognized Pei Huan, and their eyes were looking towards this side openly and secretly.

Pei Huan didn't care: "This son of the world came today to see a friend, I don't know if that person can arrive now?" ”

The woman bent her eyebrows: "I don't know who the friend in the mouth of the prince is?" You say it, and the slave family will find it for you. ”

"Orchid Pavilion."

Pei Huan slowly spit out three words.

The smile on the woman's face stiffened slightly: "I understand, the slave family will arrange it for the prince." ”

Not long after, the group went up to the third floor of the first product building, and went inside to the orchid pavilion, and when they entered the orchid pavilion, Pei Huan waved away the people of the first product building.

"This building is different from Hehuan Building."

As the room fell silent, a sighing voice rang out.

Pei Huan tilted his head slightly, and said lightly: "Yipinlou and Hehuanlou are both famous fireworks places in Beijing, even if there are differences, they are just some differences in layout, but...... As my concubine, if it is rumored that you are going to the land of fireworks, I am afraid that even my reputation will be implicated. ”

Song Shuwan bent her eyebrows slightly when she heard this, she was dressed as a small girl today, and she was responsible for pushing the wheelchair with Pei Huan.

"Really? Then I'm going to say sorry to the son of the world first, you ......"

"Knock knock—"

Before she finished speaking, several knocks sounded, and Song Shuwan immediately took a few steps back, pretending to be an ordinary guy with low eyebrows.

"Shizi, the girl in Yipinlou can sing and dance, but how many do you want the slave family to choose and send them?"

The woman in the red dress who came in was the woman in the red dress who was in charge of greeting the guests at the door, and her beautiful face was flattering at this time.

Pei Huan said lightly: "No need, just send some wine, besides, without my orders, no one is allowed to approach the Orchid Pavilion." ”

"This ...... The slave family understood. ”

The door was closed again, and Song Shuwan raised her eyes slightly, confirming that the surroundings had become silent, before she relaxed: "It's all in this building, the prince should say who has an appointment with whom, right?" ”

"Don't worry, you'll be able to see people soon."

Not long after, the two women brought wine, and Song Shuwan sat opposite Pei Huan, looking at the man's face that looked more and more handsome in the candlelight, and her brows furrowed slightly.

At this moment, two voices came into the Orchid Pavilion.

"Sister, Lord Ning is so rude, I really don't know why my sister wants to join forces with him."

King Ning? Who is the woman on the other side of the conversation?

Song Shuwan nodded slightly, and then heard another voice sound: "The officials of Da Zhou are not stupid, they know how to ensure their safety, and they will not take the bait easily, only the crazy King Ning will join forces with us regardless of Da Zhou, although King Ning is not good, but this is an opportunity, we can't let it go." ”

The voice is......

Song Shuwan's eyes widened, and she whispered, "Does the prince know about King Ning and the three princesses of Tatar joining forces?" ”

Pei Huan bowed: "King Ning and the third princess of Tatar are familiar with each other, and it is only a matter of time before they join forces, but you, I remember that I told you about this, why are you still so shocked?" ”

Song Shuwan's eyebrows furrowed slightly: "The previous prince just said it casually, and I didn't ......"

Suddenly, another voice came from the next room: "King Yong's staff is here." ”

Song Shuwan got up in an instant, King Yong's staff? Who's coming?