Song Shuwan paused, would King Yong's people do anything to her?

Thinking about it, she asked directly.

Pei Huan said lightly: "There is this possibility, just in case." ”

Song Shuwan smiled, didn't say anything, and withdrew the hand that gave Pei Huan to diagnose the pulse: "It seems that the little princess's recent events have still had some impact on the prince, if it were in the past, the prince would not mention this matter to me." ”

Pei Huan's expression was indifferent: "Just mention it casually, what is your choice?" ”

Song Shuwan's eyes darkened slightly: "If the prince is sure that the person who did it is King Yong, then I have only one answer, stay in the capital." ”

As soon as these words came out, Pei Huan frowned slightly: "I know that you are hostile to King Yong, but this is not a temper tantrum, once things get out of control, ......"

"Can't the prince keep me?"

Song Shuwan interrupted him, and just an ordinary question caused the room to fall silent.

After a long time, Pei Huan pinched his eyebrows: "Let the flying kite come back, and you must take her and Baicao with you when you travel later." ”

Hearing this, Song Shuwan knew that the man agreed: "I will take them, and I also hope that the prince will pay more attention to safety during this time, and don't get hurt again, otherwise this treatment will ......."

Speaking of this, Song Shuwan didn't say any more, but whether it was her or Pei Huan, they all knew the meaning behind these words.

It didn't take long for Pei Huan to leave.

Song Shuwan sent people outside the door, and after seeing him go away, she went back to the room, just thinking of what Pei Huan said, she had some worries in her heart, when the emperor returned to Beijing, what would King Yong do?

In the afternoon of the same day, the flying kite turned around from Pei Huan's side, and the whole person smiled: "Princess, the slave can finally come back." ”

Song Shuwan smiled: "Feeling uncomfortable around the prince recently? ”

"It's not that it's uncomfortable, it's just that being by the side of the prince is not as comfortable as being by the side of the princess, and the princess hasn't been in any trouble recently, right?"

Song Shuwan shook her head, and suddenly remembered the story that Ming Chen told in Mingyin Building, so she roughly told it and asked, "Do you know who this story refers to?" ”

Fei Kite blinked: "This story should be about Cheng Enyu, the son-in-law of the Yong'an Hou Mansion, more than ten years ago, the wife Cheng Enyu married in his hometown was found, and after some tossing, he lost his life, and even his family wealth was taken away by the Yong'an Hou Mansion." ”

"Yong'an Hou Mansion?"

Song Shuwan repeated the four words and asked, "That Cheng Ming is the son born to Cheng Enyu's daughter of Yong'an Hou?" ”

"Yes."

got an affirmative answer, Song Shuwan suddenly realized, it turned out that Cheng Ming jumped out because of a weak heart, but what did Zhen Yuan do when he took her to listen to this story? Could it be that there is a problem with this Yong'an Hou Mansion? And the little princess, why did she appear in Mingyin Building?

All kinds of doubts popped up, making Song Shuwan fall into silence.

Fei Kite tilted her head: "But the princess has doubts in her heart?" The slave didn't dare to say that she knew everything about the affairs of the capital, but she still knew some. ”

Song Shuwan came back to her senses: "Who is Yong'an Hou closer to in the court?" ”

"Who is Yong'an Hou close to?"

Fei Kite scratched her face: "What the princess wants to ask, it should be who Yong'an Hou is with whom, right?" As far as the slave maid knows, Yong'an Hou is a complete royalist, he only stands on the emperor's side, and it is impossible for any official to win him over. ”

Song Shuwan squinted, thinking of Cheng Ming's obedience to the little princess today, a touch of sarcasm flashed quickly, if Yong'an Hou is really a royalist, then how could Cheng Ming obey the little princess?

It's just that after understanding it like this, Song Shuwan felt even more strange in her heart, what did Zhen Yuan want to tell her? Could it be that the little princess wants to borrow Yong'anhou's hand to deal with her?

No, even if the little princess has this idea, Yong'an Hou will not agree, it doesn't matter how much he plans in secret, he must be on the emperor's side on the surface.

After thinking about it, Song Shuwan didn't understand it, so she could only suppress all her emotions.

"Come with me tomorrow to Mingyin Tower."

"Yes."

The next day, Song Shuwan took Baicao and Fei Kite to Mingyin Building, but unfortunately today's Mingchen did not tell yesterday's story, but told a new story, and stepped down from the stage halfway through.

Fei Kite retracted his gaze: "The story that the princess told yesterday was told by this storyteller?" ”

Song Shuwan bowed her head and asked, "What do you think of the story he told?" ”

Before Fei Kite could make a sound, there was a knock on the door of the private room, and then the door was pushed open, Zhen Yuan probed: "Yo, the princess is really here, when the shopkeeper told me, I still didn't believe it, the princess heard the story told by Ming Chen?" How does it feel? ”

Zhen Yuan said as he entered the house, and the golden finch behind her closed the door and gave a gentle blessing, and then stood to the side.

Song Shuwan smiled slightly, and instructed Baicao: "Ask Miss Zhen for a few pots of wine, I've heard the story told tomorrow morning, it's not bad, but it's not as exciting as yesterday." ”

Zhen Yuan bent his eyebrows, and when the wine jug was delivered, he poured a big sip into his mouth: "I heard that the emperor is going back to Beijing in the next two days, so your family has no arrangements?" ”

The topic changed quickly, but Song Shuwan was not surprised, and said indifferently: "How can I, as a backyard woman, know about the arrangement of the prince?" ”

"Hehe......"

Zhen Yuan chuckled and shook his head, and his slightly confused eyes raised: "The current ability of the prince is much more powerful than when he was intact." ”

The gong sounded downstairs, and the opera sounded sad, as if it wanted to sing into people's hearts.

Song Shuwan listened sideways for a moment: "It's not early, I'm going back to the Hou Mansion first, Miss Zhen, I'm not with you." ”

Zhen Yuan bowed: "The princess goes." ”

Song Shuwan walked to the door, couldn't help but turned around again, and reminded: "Too much wine is easy to hurt the body, Miss Zhen is better to drink less." ”

Zhen Yuan smiled: "Got it, princess." ”

In the long voice, Song Shuwan looked helpless, but she had no choice but to leave Zhen Yuan.

Two days later, the emperor who had left Beijing for summer vacation finally took the ministers back, and the atmosphere of leisure in the capital changed suddenly, and there was a little more depression in the dullness, and the people who were depressed were very irritable.

In the evening, dark clouds drifted over the capital, pouring rain, and the rumbling thunder was accompanied by lightning that was terrifying.

Song Shuwan leaned against the window, the medical book in her hand had not been turned for a long time, the wind swept the rain into the house, the slightest coolness invaded, and the sweet weather was very comfortable, but she didn't feel that her fat head was wrinkled.

Somehow, since the morning today, she has had a sense of uneasiness in her heart, as if something is going to happen, but when she thinks about it, she doesn't know where something will happen.

"Bang!"

The closed door was suddenly pushed open, Song Shuwan quickly turned around, and saw Dark One standing at the door covered in blood, lightning flashed, setting off his face like a demon.

"The princess, the prince is missing."