The news that King Nanming was gone soon spread into the palace.

In the imperial study, the emperor listened to the report expressionlessly, and his eyes suddenly flashed with ruthlessness: "If it's gone, it's gone, and it's buried according to the royal etiquette." ”

"Yes!"

The palace people bowed and retreated, and quickly passed the words to the post station.

At that time, Song Shuwan and Pei Huan were still at the post station and did not leave, and when they heard the rumors in the palace, both of them had different degrees of complexity in their hearts.

Song Shuwan whispered: "The emperor said this, I'm afraid it was still persecuted before the prince was angry." ”

"Hmm."

Pei Huan hummed faintly, and listened to the noise outside.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way......

But it was Jingming who showed up with dozens of forbidden troops to take the body of King Nanming out of the post station.

"The prince, the princess, see you later."

Jingming saluted, a group of people came quickly and left quickly.

Song Shuwan looked at them coldly, and didn't say much, just pushed the wheelchair away.

Back at the Hou Mansion, as soon as Song Shuwan sat down, someone from Qingzhu Courtyard came over: "Shizi, Shizi Concubine, Hou Ye invites the two of you to come over." ”

Song Shuwan's brows furrowed slightly, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at Pei Huan: "Shizi, are you going?" ”

The face of the person who passed the word changed suddenly, and he looked at Song Shuwan unhappily, muttering in his heart that the princess can't speak, whether you want to go or not, is there a result if you ask? Hou Ye invited, it must be over.

As he thought about it, he heard Shizi say coldly, "Don't go." ”

"Not going? Shizi, it is the Hou Ye who is invited. ”

Pei Huan's empty eyes fell on his face, and he asked lightly: "So what?" ”

In just three words, the next person will not follow the question.

Seeing this, Song Shuwan waved the person back, sat in Pei Huan's room for a while, and then got up and left.

On the other side, the subordinate went back to Qingzhu Courtyard and told all the conversations here, and Hou Ye's face suddenly sank, and he slapped the table next to him: "This Pei Huan really has no rules at all!" ”

When Mrs. Hou heard this, she hurriedly reassured: "Master Hou is not angry, the prince should not know what you are going to say, so let's go to Qingfeng Courtyard and invite him over." ”

Hou Ye wanted to get angry, but after thinking about it, he still endured it: "He doesn't want to come, it doesn't matter if he goes or not, after all, he is not the one who is in charge of the Hou Mansion." ”

Hearing this, Mrs. Hou sighed faintly: "The son of the world is true, since he married a wife, it is a little rule...... That's it, I'm talking too much. ”

Hou Ye snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and left.

Mrs. Hou's eyes rolled slightly: "Good job." ”

The subordinate in charge of delivering the message lowered his head: "It's all taught by Madame." ”

A smug flashed in his eyes, and he only said that Hou Ye wanted to see the prince, but he didn't mention that Hou Ye wanted to see the prince for the death of King Nanming, who made the prince and the prince have been at odds, and he didn't even want to ask more?

"Okay, step down, in front of the Hou Ye, take care of your mouth."

"The little one understands."

The next day, as soon as Song Shuwan got up, she saw Baicao take a post and enter the house: "The princess, it's a post from the General's Mansion." ”

A post from the General's Palace?

Song Shuwan's eyes flashed with surprise: "Unprovoked, what did the General's Mansion do when he sent a post?" ”

"It's Miss Zhen, Miss Zhen has returned home."

Song Shuwan was suddenly a little surprised: "It turned out that she went home, but she washed away her grievances?" ”

As she spoke, she took the post, and as soon as the words fell, she heard Baicao say: "The grievances have not been washed away, yes, it is the little princess who is generous and does not care about Miss Zhen." ”

Song Shuwan paused, with a bit of meaning in her eyes: "The little princess doesn't care?" This little princess of ours is really ...... What about kindness. ”

The word kindness, Song Shuwan said very sarcastically, the little princess has definitely done a lot of similar behaviors, but the emperor is favored, plus she is weak, it is natural for people to be partial, but people who are involved in the little princess for no reason will be particularly basketball, such as her, and Zhen Yuan.

Baicao sensed that the atmosphere was wrong, and asked in a low voice: "Princess Shizi, what is written on that post?" ”

"I didn't write anything, just invited me to Mingyin Lou tomorrow to listen to the play."

"Mingyin Building? When the slave maid was checking the accounts in the shop, she heard that there was a beautiful woman who was particularly good at telling stories in Mingyin Building, and the story was very good. ”

Song Shuwan turned her head in surprise: "Especially a beauty who can tell stories, I didn't expect you to pay attention to these herbs?" ”

Baicao coughed lightly: "The slave and maid have said it, I heard it accidentally when I was checking the accounts, by the way, Miss Yue's side, the shop has been dealt with, and it is estimated that she will leave in the next two days." ”

Song Shuwan bowed: "I know, tell me when she leaves, I'll send her off." ”

"Yes."

Baicao departed.

The days in the Hou Mansion were very leisurely, but outside the Hou Mansion, the death of King Nanming made many people sigh very much.

"When I went to Beijing first, the prince of Nanming was very energetic, and he didn't think that he would die in a blink of an eye, it was really impermanent."

"Yes, the prince of Nanming died in the front, and the prince of Nanming died in the back, so I don't know how to say it."

In the discussion of the people in the capital, the body of the king of Nanming was sent out of the capital and went to the palace of the king of Nanming in the far south.

No one knew that on the night when the body was sent out of the capital, Song Shuwan and Pei Huan also followed out of the capital.

In the night, the group converged twenty miles outside the city, and a person wrapped in a black robe walked out and said, "Thank you for your help this time." ”

Song Shuwan didn't speak, but looked at Pei Huan beside her, the man was in a wheelchair, and his expression was very calm.

"It's true that you faked your death to get out, but you'll become a disgraced person in the future, is it worth it?"

"What's not worth it?"

The black-robed man said, lifted the hat on his head, and the face revealed in the moonlight was the deceased King Nanming.

King Nanming's expression was indifferent, and there was no fluctuation between his words: "I avenged my son, it is worth it." ”

Pei Huan knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair: "Let me remind you that Xiang Boyun is only in prison now, and he is not dead." ”

A cold feeling flashed in King Nanming's eyes: "So what, this king's life is gone, if the emperor still dares to protect that Xiang Boyun, then the crowd will be long, how can he block it?" It's not early, I have to rush back to the Nanming Palace, come here, bring the box. ”

A guard stepped forward with the box in his hand, King Nanming took it, his eyes swept over the two people in front of him, and handed it to Song Shuwan without thinking.

"Princess, thank you very much this time."

Song Shuwan held the box, and slightly bent her eyebrows when she heard the words: "It's a lot of effort." ”

King Nanming did not linger, and gave the box and took people away.

In the night, Song Shuwan's eyes moved away from the box: "Shizi, what is in this box is ......"

"Something related to the Song family's case, I'll look at it when I go back."