At this time, Han Sanzhen said: "Don't be distracted, give him the acupuncture quickly."
Song Shuwan nodded and quickly applied the acupuncture to Pei Huan.
In the fighting crowd, the man in black tried his best to get closer to the barrel, but the secret guards refused to give in. The two sides were in a stalemate, blood spurting out, but no one could do anything to the other.
Song Shuwan didn't dare to be distracted, and the movements in her hands were so fast that they were almost invisible.
"Ding--"
At this moment, a crisp impact sound came into her ears. The distance was so close that even Song Shuwan could barely control it. Seeing that the golden needle was about to fall off, she stretched out a hand from the side and grabbed it firmly.
Her wrist.
When the two came into contact, Song Shuwan felt the wetness on her wrist, and her eyes widened slightly.
Pei Huan smiled slightly: "I don't want anything to go wrong at this time."
Song Shuwan coughed lightly and took a step back after placing the needle: "This is the last shot."
Pei Huan said "hmm" and then slowly closed his eyes.
Song Shuwan pursed her lips and turned her gaze slightly. The men in black who had rushed in had been almost eliminated, leaving only two who were still resisting. An San and Fei Yuan each held them down and beat them, and soon they were gone.
Throw them out.
Just when everyone thought that all the assassins had been killed, the door and window were broken open again.
This time, An San and Fei Yuan went out to greet the man in black before he entered.
The doors and windows were closed, and the bodies in the house were cleared out one by one.
The smell of blood mixed with the aroma of medicine made the smell in the house very strange.
Song Shuwan sat aside and looked at Pei Huan without blinking.
Half an hour later, Han Sanzhen said: "The needle can be removed."
Song Shuwan stood up, and suddenly heard a "bang" sound, and an arrow shot through the window. The window that was originally closed was pushed open at some point.
At the same time, the shouting outside the inn became louder.
"Come on, we must get the prisoner's daughter out of Ningyuan City today."
Song Shuwan paused and heard Han Sanzhen scolding: "What are you doing standing there? Why don't you quickly pull out the needle?"
Song Shuwan came to her senses and pulled out the golden needle as quickly as possible.
At the same time, the people's shouts had already reached the door. They were resisted by the secret guards and guards. They could not get close to the door, but one person's words and just shouting at the top of their lungs were enough to cause a headache.
Han Sanzhen snorted coldly: "You stay in the room, I want to see who are the people making trouble outside."
As soon as he finished speaking, he opened the door and went out.
Song Shuwan lowered her eyes and placed the golden needles in her hand one by one.
At this time, Pei Huan said: "Don't pay attention to the people outside."
Song Shuwan smiled: "I didn't pay attention to it, I just thought it was weird that they appeared."
Pei Huan said lightly: "What's weird? It's just that some people don't want me to recover, so they use the hands of the people to cause trouble. By the way, how long do I have to stay here?"
Song Shuwan stretched out her hand to check the water temperature: "It's not too cold yet. Let's soak for a while. These medicines are carefully prepared by the Korean doctor. Soaking for a while longer will be good for the prince's recovery."
The conversation outside continued, but no one in the room paid it any attention.
After another half an hour, Han Sanzhen turned around angrily: "A bunch of idiots who don't even know they are being taken advantage of. They only talk nonsense!"
Song Shuwan turned her head: "But those people don't want to leave?"
"They've all left, but from the looks of them, they don't seem convinced. I guess there will be trouble."
Saying that, Han Sanzhen glared at Pei Huan fiercely: "You are still the God of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty. You can't even protect your own princess, so what use do you have?"
Song Shuwan coughed lightly and deliberately changed the subject: "Mr. Han, the prince has been in the house for almost an hour. Do you want to let him out?"
"Add some hot water and continue soaking. Now, pour the concoction from this porcelain bottle into it and let it soak for an hour and a half."
Han Sanzhen threw out a porcelain vase.
Song Shuwan subconsciously stretched out her hand but didn't catch it. Just as the porcelain bottle was about to fall to the ground, a figure flashed past her.
An San caught the porcelain bottle neatly and raised his eyes again, his face already a little more angry: "What's wrong with you, the doctor? My heir apparent has never offended you, so who are you showing off to him all this time?"
Han Sanzhen sneered: "Well, your eldest son didn't mess with me, you..."
At this time, Song Shuwan raised her voice: "Mr. Han, there seems to be a sound outside again. Would you like to go out and take a look?"
Han Sanzhen glanced at her, said nothing, rolled up his sleeves and left.
Soon, Pei Huan had soaked for an hour and a half.
Song Shuwan turned around: "An San, help your eldest son out, wipe his body and then rest. I'll come back in the evening."
An San responded, then went to the barrel to help someone: "Your Majesty, how do you feel?"
Pei Huan put on his middle coat and closed his eyes for a moment: "I can feel it a little bit, but it's not very obvious yet."
An San stared at the beads of sweat on his forehead and hesitated to speak. It really wasn't obvious. Could he be sweating?
But he didn't dare to say anything and just helped the person onto the bed.
At this time, Pei Huan opened his eyes: "Go and check out those people who caused trouble today. No one can be spared who is hiding behind them."
An San nodded: "I'll go check it out right now, but here..."
Pei Huan answered calmly: "An Yi should be back soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door was knocked, followed by An Yi's voice entering the house.
"Your Majesty, my subordinate is back."
"Come in, how's the investigation going?"
An Yi saluted, and then replied: "We have found some clues, but the specific evidence needs to be investigated carefully."
A cold look flashed in Pei Huan's eyes: "No need to look for conclusive evidence anymore, just grab them and put them in jail. Don't let anyone go."
An Yi was startled and quickly persuaded: "Your Majesty, these are the pillars of Ningyuan City. Arresting them at will will cause chaos in the city."
Pei Huan snorted coldly: "Zhu Zhu? They are just businessmen. If you have a different intention, you have to pay the price. Go ahead and don't let the news leak out."
Hearing this, An Yi did not dare to persuade him any more, and after bowing, he withdrew again.
In the next few days, Ningyuan City fell into an extremely strange tranquility, as if what had happened before had never happened before. But everyone knew that this tranquility was only on the surface, and the turmoil in the dark could blow to the surface at any time.
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At the inn, Han Sanzhen checked Pei Huan's legs and showed satisfaction on his face: "It's recovering well. It's only been six days since I started to feel something. In half a month, I should be able to stand up."
Pei Huan lowered his eyes. Even though he had known the situation for a long time, he could not control his emotions at this moment.
After a long while, he raised his head slightly and solemnly thanked you: "Thank you both for your help. I will definitely fulfill my promise when my leg recovers."
Han Sanzhen waved his hand: "I don't have any promises for you to fulfill, as long as you satisfy her."
With that said, he pointed at Song Shuwan: "She is still waiting for you to avenge her."
At this moment, a guard ran out of the door: "Oh no, the prince, the prince's concubine, and everyone who went to Anyuan City are all dead!"