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The carriage of the Hou Mansion stopped with great fanfare, and the passers-by looked sideways: "Who is sitting in this carriage?" ”

"I guess it's the princess, I heard that King Nanming is seriously ill, and the emperor sent all the imperial doctors in the palace over."

"The imperial doctors in the palace can't do anything, but the princess can?"

In the midst of the discussion, Song Shuwan stepped down from the carriage, her calm eyes swept around, and motioned for Baicao beside her to step forward.

Soon, the guards in front of the post station invited Song Shuwan and the others in.

"The imperial doctors are still there, there may be some noise inside, please forgive me."

Song Shuwan smiled, not thinking how much the quarrel in the guard's mouth would be so strong, but when she entered the door, she realized that she had underestimated the dispute between the imperial doctors.

"There is a problem with your prescription, King Nanming's body can't withstand such a fierce medicine at all."

"With the current situation of the prince, there is no way for us to treat it slowly, and we must use fierce medicine to maintain his body."

"No, I don't agree with you using this method."

"It's useless if you don't agree, just let the prince agree!"

The doctors kept arguing, and no one noticed that the door was pushed open, and they didn't react until Song Shuwan coughed a few times.

"I've seen the princess."

Song Shuwan bowed slightly, and her eyes swept over the group of imperial doctors: "You don't need to be polite, where is the prince of Nanming now?" ”

One of the imperial doctors pointed to the back: "Inside, the princess is also here for the prince, I heard that the princess has diagnosed the prince's pulse before, I don't know what the princess thinks of the prince's illness?" ”

Song Shuwan smiled slightly: "I did show the prince, but I have no opinion on the prince's illness." ”

Don't have a view?

All the imperial doctors were stunned, looking left and right to exchange glances, all of them were skeptical of this sentence, if there was no opinion, why did the princess come to the post station?

In the silence, Song Shuwan spoke again: "Don't say more, who will take me to see the prince?" ”

When the words fell, a group of imperial doctors reacted, and they all hugged Song Shuwan to see King Nanming.

On the bed, King Nanming's eyes were closed, and his face was pale without any blood.

"Lord Wang."

Song Shuwan called softly, and King Nanming, whose eyes were closed, opened his eyes after a while, and his expression was still a little trance-like.

"You are, you are the princess?"

Song Shuwan bowed her head: "It's the courtier, I heard that the prince is unwell, and the courtier's wife came to take a look at you." ”

King Nanming's eyes instantly became a little more sober, but he quickly regained his tiredness: "So that's the case, this king's body is almost exhausted, and the princess wants to look at it, it's useless after all." ”

Song Shuwan pursed her lips, lowered her eyes to cover all the changes in her thoughts, and took Nanmingwang's wrist to diagnose her pulse carefully.

Behind, all the imperial doctors didn't dare to make a sound, and soon, Song Shuwan withdrew her hand, turned her head to meet many eyes, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

She said with a straight face: "The prince's body has indeed reached the point where the oil has run out, and it is very difficult to recover. ”

"Very difficult? What does the princess mean, do you have a way to restore the prince? ”

One of the imperial doctors quickly grasped the key to Song Shuwan's words and asked.

"Yes, there is a way to recover, but ......"

Song Shuwan frowned, turned to look at King Nanming on the bed, and said in a very heavy tone: "Even if you recover, I'm afraid you won't live long." ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

King Nanming suddenly coughed, Song Shuwan stepped forward to help him sit up, and the next moment, King Nanming directly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Don't save the princess, just let him be with the king's body." King Nanming said very hard, and after the words fell, he closed his eyes, as if he really accepted his fate.

Song Shuwan patted him on the back and took out the golden needle with the belt: "What did the prince say?" For your sake, the emperor sent the entire imperial physician of the entire imperial hospital, in such a situation, how can you give up hope first? ”

Between the words, she applied the needle neatly, and Nanmingwang's cough gradually disappeared.

Seeing this, the surrounding imperial doctors couldn't help but look a little scrutinized, they basically hadn't seen Song Shuwan make a move, they only knew that the princess was powerful in acupuncture, and now they saw that acupuncture was really powerful, and more importantly, the acupuncture points where the golden needles fell were all something they hadn't thought about.

"Dare to ask who the princess studied with? This hand acupuncture can be called superb. ”

Song Shuwan pursed her lips and smiled, and said while packing up the golden needle: "The family teacher is just a nameless person, not worth mentioning, let the prince rest first, let's go out to talk." ”

Half an hour later, Song Shuwan and the imperial doctors determined the formula, and then left the post station, and as soon as they returned to the Hou Mansion, they saw Dark Three coming.

"The princess, the prince is invited."

Song Shuwan smiled and got up to see Pei Huan: "The prince called me for me to go to the post station, right?" ”

Pei Huan bowed his head, with a little inexplicable expression in his expression: "Since you know, then explain why you want to go to the post station at this time?" ”

Song Shuwan didn't answer, but picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup of tea, and raised her eyes slightly after a few moments: "Will the emperor let the prince of Nanming live?" ”

A question made Pei Huan tilt his head, and the fingertips that fell on his knees tightened slightly.

"It seems that you also see the emperor's plan."

Song Shuwan shook her head: "I didn't see the emperor's plan, but in the imperial study, the prince of Nanming used his life to force the emperor to back down, as the king of a country, how could the emperor make the king of Nanming feel better?" But ......"

She paused, and her slightly condensed eyes fell on Pei Huan's face: "I don't understand, why does the emperor have to force Prince Nanming to make such a choice?" With the temperament of the prince of Nanming, that case should be a situation where both human and material evidence are clear, even if the emperor wants to favor the Xiang family, he will not let the king of Nanming gamble with his life, right? ”

Pei Huan raised his eyebrows: "You are smart, you can see the situation behind you clearly." ”

Song Shuwan smiled bitterly: "Don't boast about the prince, I really doubt this." ”

Pei Huan knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair, and the atmosphere in the room became solemn: "What the emperor wants is not the life of King Nanming, but the military power in the hands of King Nanming." ”

"Soldiers, powers?"

Song Shuwan repeated two words, and her brows gradually furrowed: "So, the emperor is not particularly partial to the Xiang family, he is just ...... Have an axe to grind? ”

Pei Huan smiled, and there was a sneer in his eyes: "It's true that he favors the Xiang family, and it's also true that he wants military power, but it's just that the speed of King Nanming is fast, and he caught the emperor off guard, so there will be the current situation." ”

Speaking of this, Pei Huan's voice changed, and he brought the topic back to Song Shuwan's trip to the post station.

"Explain, why do you want to go to the inn at this time?"

Song Shuwan held her cheek with one hand and looked at Pei Huan fixedly for a moment: "I want to ask Prince Nanming, apart from that letter, if he has anything else related to the Song family's case." ”

Pei Huan raised his eyebrows: "Just so?" ”