Song Shuwan answered with a question. Pei Huan's eyes fell in the air, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "You want revenge, but you don't believe me. You have been thinking about getting close to people related to King Yong. I have arranged it like this.
Isn't it just right for you to make King Yong notice you?"
As soon as these words came out, Song Shuwan's face turned cold, and her cold eyes fell on his face.
After a long time, Song Shuwan sneered: "I think the prince is too good. In that case, I would like to ask the prince to work harder. It is best to let King Yong find out my origin. Then we can play slowly."
As soon as the words fell, the carriage just stopped, and the coachman's reminder came: "The prince, the prince's concubine, have arrived at the Hou Mansion."
Song Shuwan snorted coldly, ignored Pei Huan, and got out of the carriage.
After a moment, An Yi appeared with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes: "Your Majesty, you just said that, wasn't it right?"
Pei Huan said calmly: "She is too impatient. I just asked her to calm down. What's wrong?"
King Yong is not an ordinary person. Even if you deal with him, you have to be extremely careful. Song Shuwan's mentality is not suitable for him.
On the other side, Song Shuwan didn't know what Pei Huan was thinking, so she went back to the room angrily, but suddenly calmed down.
Baicao brought tea: "Prince Princess, take a sip of tea to moisten your throat."
Song Shuwan took the tea cup and took a sip when her movements suddenly stopped: "What did you put in this tea?"
"It's a kind of wild flower. When I saw that the Crown Princess hadn't slept well these past two days and her energy and blood were weak, I bought this flower for you. This flower is very common and it's good for your health if you drink it regularly."
After Baicao explained, Song Shuwan stared at the tea and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "I'm interested."
After chatting for a few words, Song Shuwan went to bed after washing up.
For the next three days, she kept running back and forth between the west side of the city and the Hou Mansion, adjusting the recipe twice more with Zheng Chengshou.
"Prince Princess, you see, the conditions of these ten people have improved."
Song Shuwan looked at the ten people Zheng Chengshou mentioned and frowned unconsciously: "It is indeed getting better, but the speed of improvement is too slow."
Zheng Chengshou smiled: "The speed of improvement is indeed slower, but judging from the current situation, this speed is fast enough. Princess Concubine, don't be anxious. As long as we can stabilize the immortality, we will have plenty of time to figure out the formula.
"
Song Shuwan thought about it, suppressed her anxiety, stood up and said, "I'll go see the patients over there, and I'll leave this place to you."
She wanted to figure out what went wrong that caused her recipe to fail to achieve the results she wanted.
Zheng Chengshou nodded: "Prince Princess, just don't worry."
Song Shuwan came out of the tent and saw Zheng Yao walking towards her. When they met, Zheng Yao's expression immediately changed.
"Why are you here? This is a place specifically designated by the emperor to treat strange illnesses in the capital."
Song Shuwan smiled slightly and walked straight past him: "Not only is Dr. Zheng not well-informed, he also doesn't care about the people in the capital. I have been here for many days."
Zheng Yao turned around and wanted to question him, but he didn't know what to say. Thinking of the purpose of his trip, he suppressed his anger.
"Dad, I heard that you have come up with a prescription for the strange illness in Beijing?"
Zheng Chengshou watched Zheng Yao enter and pressed the prescription in front of him under the book: "Who did you listen to? If I came up with the prescription, would there still be patients now? But you, why are you here today?"
Zheng Yao glanced at his behavior and had some vague guesses in his mind, but his face showed no change. He smiled and said: "Of course I am here to help dad, but dad, I also heard a piece of news, the emperor's
Bian said that he was looking for a doctor who could cure the disease. No matter who he was, as long as he cured a patient in the capital, he would be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold, a hundred acres of fertile land, and a seventh-grade official position."
"Look, have you come up with a recipe here?"
Zheng Chengshou glanced at him and instantly guessed what his son was thinking: "Do you want that seventh-grade official position?"
Zheng Yao coughed a few times: "I don't care about the seventh-grade official position. It's just that I just got married recently, and I married a young lady from the Xinguo Duke's mansion. I have something on hand... Dad, can you help me? Then
But there are ten thousand taels of gold and a hundred acres of fertile land."
Zheng Chengshou looked a little ugly. Others thought that the young lady from Xinguo Gongfu was precious, but in his opinion, the Zheng family did not need Xinguo Gongfu to improve their status, but his son...
Zheng Chengshou closed his eyes and sighed for a long time: "It's not that I won't help you, it's that I don't have a clue about the solution at the moment."
As he spoke, Zheng Chengshou stood up and said with a bit more solemnity in his tone: "Don't worry about the recipe. Previously, you married the lady from the Xinguo Duke's Mansion. I thought you two needed to get in touch with each other.
I didn't ask you to come. Now that you are here, you should do your best. No matter who comes up with the final solution to the disease, as long as you can do your job well, the emperor's reward will not be less."
"I understand, Dad."
Zheng Yao nodded casually. After Zheng Chengshou passed by, his peripheral vision fell on the book on the table, and a deep meaning flashed through his eyes. He would definitely not mistake it. What his father had hidden just now was a prescription.
So serious and serious, could it be...the solution to the illness in Jingzhong?
Thinking of this, Zheng Yao's heart beat uncontrollably a few times.
"What are you still standing there for?"
The urging voice brought Zheng Yao back from his thoughts, and he quickly came back to his senses: "Here we come, dad."
On the other side, Song Shuwan checked the pulses of several groups of patients. After comparison, her brows furrowed involuntarily. Together with the two newly added prescriptions, there were seven in total.
The patients in the seventh team took the medicine and their conditions improved. The problem was... she always felt that something was wrong with this improvement.
At this moment, a woman suddenly came over and said, "Prince Princess, are our illnesses about to be cured? I have had fewer attacks in the past two days."
Song Shuwan came to her senses and did not dare to give an absolute answer: "It is a good thing that the number of attacks is less, but your illness has not recovered yet. You have to wait for a few more days."
Hearing this, the woman's face became more regretful: "Well, how long will it take for the imperial concubine to come up with a cure?"
"Soon."
Song Shuwan gave him two words, then found an excuse to leave. After walking a few steps, she saw Pei Huan appearing in a wheelchair.
Song Shuwan slowed down her pace: "Why is the Crown Prince here?"
Pei Huan tilted his head slightly: "The emperor sent an imperial edict to search for doctors throughout the Great Zhou Dynasty who can solve the illness in the capital. Anyone who can solve the problem will be given a seventh-grade official position, ten thousand taels of gold, and hundreds of acres of fertile land."
Song Shuwan's brows jumped: "What does the Crown Prince mean?"
Pei Huan's fingertips fell on the armrest of the wheelchair and asked in a calm tone: "Can your prescription be delivered to the emperor?"