Under the suppression of Baicao, Fei Kite reluctantly apologized: "I'm sorry, Han Langzhong, Fang is my presumptuous." ”

Han Sanzhen glanced at her, and then looked at Song Shuwan thoughtfully: "You, but you guessed something"

Song Shuwan looked back, with an innocent face: "What did you guess?" What does Han Langzhong mean by this? ”

Han Sanzhen smiled meaninglessly: "Decoction of medicine." ”

"Yes."

Song Shuwan took a package of new medicinal herbs and was about to leave, when she suddenly remembered something, and turned around: "Han Langzhong, the prince ......"

"With me, he can't die."

In just seven words, all of them are Han Sanzhen's self-confidence.

Song Shuwan smiled, pulled the flying kite into the kitchen, and waited for the medicinal herbs to be decocted, before she looked at the flying kite: "But you're not happy in your heart?" ”

The flying kite pursed her lips, her expression was obviously full of anger, but she said, "The slave is not unhappy. ”

Song Shuwan shook her head with a smile, raised her hand and flicked it on her eyebrows: "Your emotions are clearly expressed on your face, I know that you are unhappy, and I also know that you are trying to protect me, but Han Sanzhen is a person...... I think there's a problem. ”

The flying kite covered the place where it was knocked, and her eyes widened when she heard the words: "Is there a problem with Han Sanzhen?" He's an Assassin? The princess, the slave and maid, will solve the ......"

Without waiting for Fei Kite to finish speaking, Song Shuwan grabbed her: "The little girl's family, how can she be so impatient?" I do think there is something wrong with him, but the medicine he prescribed to the prince is really powerful, so I want him to recuperate the son of the world, you, just help me keep the son, the rest is me, understand? ”

Fei Kite frowned, and the displeasure in her heart subsided with these words: "If the princess says this, the slave and maid must be attentive, and the slave and maid will guard the prince." ”

Song Shuwan bent her eyebrows: "Don't have a conflict with Han Langzhong." ”

"The slave knows."

The flying kite saluted, then quickly retreated.

Song Shuwan half-leaned on the stove, and suddenly glanced out of the door, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked: "Han Langzhong, can you hear Fang Cai's words clearly?" ”

After a short silence, a cold snort sounded outside the kitchen door: "You woman is sharp enough, how did you find me?" ”

Song Shuwan touched her nose: "The medicinal fragrance on Han Langzhong's body is obvious. ”

"Medicinal incense?"

Han Sanzhen appeared at the door with a cane, his calm eyes swept over Song Shuwan, and the crutches in his hand poked the ground: "Yes, the reaction is okay, I hope you can decoct the medicine well this time." ”

With that, he turned and walked straight away.

Song Shuwan listened to the sound of crutches hitting the ground outside, and raised her eyebrows lightly, she had discovered before, this Han Sanzhen walked very lightly, but she didn't expect that even the sound of crutches could be eliminated.

Turning her eyes, Song Shuwan's gaze fell on the casserole, and after another half an hour, she took the freshly fried medicine to find Han Sanzhen.

"It's okay, let's go feed the medicine."

Song Shuwan entered the house with a bowl and motioned to Baicao to help Pei Huan up: "Shizi, drink medicine." ”

Pei Huan was already awake, and was helped up and leaned against the head of the bed at this time, his brows furrowed: "This is not the Hou Mansion, where is this place?" ”

"In a village, the flying kite put the prince here, and it happened that there was a man in this village, so he showed the son." Song Shuwan briefly talked about the situation, and then fed Pei Huan medicine.

Pei Huan drank the medicine and asked, "Why don't you go back to the Hou Mansion?" ”

"Shizi's injury is very serious, I'm afraid of an accident on the way back, and I want to wait until I go back to the Hou Mansion."

Song Shuwan raised her eyes, and the spoon and bowl in her hand touched and made a small crisp sound: "Doesn't the prince feel pain?" You have three serious injuries. ”

Pei Huan was stunned, and his hand subconsciously raised: "It hurts?" I didn't feel it. ”

Song Shuwan's hand paused: "Don't feel it?" ”

At this moment, a voice sounded from outside the door: "I have put something in the medicine I bandaged him that can make him not feel pain." ”

Han Sanzhen walked into the house on crutches, caught a glimpse of the medicine in the bowl, and immediately snorted coldly: "Is he a three-year-old child?" Do you want to feed it in one mouthful? ”

Song Shuwan paused, thought for a while, and handed the bowl to the man's mouth: "Shizi, drink it in one gulp." ”

Pei Huan didn't know why, but he still drank all the medicine in one gulp.

Song Shuwan put down the bowl and said the purpose directly: "I have a way to heal the injury on the prince's body quickly, but his body is in deficit again, I wonder if Han Langzhong can find a way to recuperate for the prince?" ”

Han Sanzhen's scrutinizing gaze swept over Song Shuwan: "You used the soul flower for him before?" ”

Song Shuwan bowed: "Yes, the body of the prince has been affected before, so I have used soul flowers to nourish the prince for a long time." ”

Han Sanzhen tapped the ground with his cane: "Your idea is right, but the medicine after using the soul flower is too strong, so that his body shows signs of deficit again, who taught you this little girl's medical skills?" Why did you take such a drastic drug? ”

Song Shuwan was silent, and shook her head after a while: "The family teacher is an unknown person, who travels around on weekdays and treats some patients, so he has to take strong medicine. ”

"It's nonsense, fierce medicine is indeed good for patients, but the subsequent recuperation is not a matter of one or two days, once something goes wrong, it is a lifelong thing, if you want to treat the legs of the son, you have to accept your fierce medicine, otherwise something will happen sooner or later."

Han Sanzhen spoke crisply and neatly, Pei Huan leaned on the head of the bed, his brows furrowed slightly: "If I take strong medicine, my legs will get better faster." ”

"I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and this waste leg wants to be healed again, but it can't be solved by a few doses of fierce medicine."

Han Sanzhen said, waving his hand and asking Song Shuwan to take Pei Huan away: "Come back in five days." ”

Hearing this, Song Shuwan did not entangle, and asked Baicao and Fei Kite to get Pei Huan into the carriage, and the group left the village.

In front of the Hou Mansion, Dark One and Dark Three were waiting anxiously, and when they caught a glimpse of the carriage approaching, they quickly greeted him: "I've seen the prince, the princess." ”

Song Shuwan bowed: "The prince is handed over to you, I'll go and rest for a while." ”

"Yes."

Back in the room, Song Shuwan looked at the ice cubes in the basin that had melted most of them, and couldn't help pinching her eyebrows.

"The princess wants to take a bath?"

Baicao's inquiry brought her back to her thoughts, she thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Get some hot water." ”

As soon as the time turned to the next day, after Song Shuwan saw Pei Huan, she gave him a decoction of medicine, and then pondered that she was going to go outside the city.

"Are you going to see Han Sanzhen?"

Pei Huan was lying on the bed, his voice was full of weakness, he suddenly felt pain last night, and now he is a wasted person, and he doesn't dare to move.

Song Shuwan raised her eyes: "Yes, I want to ask him how my recipe should be adjusted." ”

Saying that, Song Shuwan told Han Sanzhen what she said before, and her medicinal use was wrong.

Pei Huan was speechless, and said for a while: "The current valley master of the Divine Doctor Valley is surnamed Han. ”

Song Shuwan's eyes widened instantly: "What does the prince mean by this, Han Sanzhen is the master of the Divine Doctor Valley?" ”