This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Prison prison.

He Houcong discussed with the servant to write the case of King Li, and after checking that there were no problems on both sides, he was taken with him and sent to the East Palace.

After being busy, he let out a long sigh.

He Houcong: "Master Qian? Why do you have to sigh?"

Qian Cheng opened his mouth: "...I"

He sighed, and then said desolately: "You have been promoted to Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, and you are ranked in the sixth department. Hou Cong, you have been mediocre for many years, and the gap with you is getting farther and farther."

He Houcong patted his shoulder and sighed.

"Don't worry, one day I will definitely mention you to the emperor."

Qian Cheng also knew that he was not following the right person and was in the wrong team. Hearing that he didn't realize that he was climbing, he nodded gratefully.

Just as he was talking, a servant from the Shangshu Mansion came in from outside.

As soon as the visitor came, he said, "I have ordered from the Great Minister, all those who have delivered the memorial to the Eastern Palace yesterday must write a new one, and send it to the Minister's Mansion in the afternoon at the latest, and our lord will send someone to the Eastern Palace."

The two looked at each other.

"It just so happens that the adults are all there, so the villain will not go to the mansion one by one to notify you." The messenger hurriedly left after finishing speaking: "The villain is resigning, and I have to go to the household department to inform the adults."

He Houcong and Qian Cheng looked at each other, both puzzled: "Why?"

The visitor paused, and explained: "A visitor from the East Palace in the morning said that there was water in it, and most of the papers sent over yesterday were flooded."

The East Palace is strictly controlled and well-organized, so can it be angry?

Even if it was flooded, why would it flood a dignified place like Zhan Shijian?

Although there are many doubts, He Houcong just walked through the ghost gate yesterday, and he didn't dare to speculate on the holy will, so he suppressed the many speculations in his heart, and respectfully responded, "Yes, I will start copying after this."

Qian Cheng had already forgotten most of the memorial he wrote yesterday, but he still followed suit, "Yes."

After sending the man away, the two returned to the lobby, looked at each other, and both saw doubts in their eyes.

"Just write it if you ask me to." He Houcong said.

"Let's write." Qian Cheng nodded.

It was not until the memorial was rewritten and the accountant sent it out to Shangshufu that he finally had time to spare.

Just after a break, the guards came out from the depths of the prison and said to He Houcong, "My lord, the little prince is guarding the corpse and refuses to let go. Do you want to force him out?"

He Houcong didn't even have time to take a sip of water, and frowned at him.

Qian Cheng said with a smile: "It seems that the minister of the Ministry of punishment is not so easy to do."

Having said that, being promoted to an official position is always a joy, He Houcong feels much better when he thinks about it.

Willingly walked in: "I'll go and have a look."

King Li's body was scrubbed clean and put on a new set of clothes. The cap and hat were still in the style of a prince, and he looked like he was asleep.

Li Yuankun knelt aside, staring blankly, as if his soul had already left his body.

He Houcong looked at him, waited for a while, and ordered people to go forward to carry the body.

As soon as the guard stepped forward, Li Yuankun reached out and grabbed him, but he didn't speak, and turned into an immobile stone statue again.

The guard was in a dilemma, facing He Houcong: "...My lord."

He Houcong took two steps forward, stood in front of Li Yuankun, and sighed, "...Little Prince," he said slowly, "King Li's wrongdoings are irreparable, and suicide is already the best result. Let's be sad."

Li Yuankun remained motionless, without blinking his eyes.

He Houcong tugged at his hand, but he couldn't pull it away, and persuaded: "You have seen King Li's body before, even if you don't commit suicide, you will not live for a few days, but this way you will be decent behind you, it is... a good result. "

Li Yuankun turned his neck stiffly, and finally moved.

He let go of his hand, and pulled He Houcong's sleeve instead, "Master He, did my father really commit suicide?"

He Houcong was silent for a while, and said firmly: "Yes."

Li Yuankun glanced at him, his eyes were bloodshot, but his lips were pale and bloodless.

"I know that he has done something wrong and should be punished. You don't need to persuade me, I just..."

Unable to continue speaking, he opened his mouth and took a deep breath, closing his eyes in pain.

"My little prince, let's be sad." He Houcong patted him on the shoulder lightly.

In fact, this action is a bit out of bounds, but in this situation, it is a bit warm.

"The emperor is gracious, and I promise to be buried according to the ceremony of the prince." He Houcong said again.

Li Yuankun opened his eyes, calmed down a little, and suppressed his grief and said: "...my brother, thank you for your family love, and my father's dignity..."

As the end of get off work approached, the Tai Hospital gradually filled up again.

He Sixing stood in front of the table, his forehead was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead, and his whole body trembled slightly unnaturally.

The court judge came in from outside, took a look, and walked over, "Hey, why is Sixing standing here?"

Song Chunjing didn't speak, and He Sixing glanced at the court judge with red eyes, but didn't speak.

"Did you make a mistake, Master punished you?" The court judge looked at Song Chunjing from the corner of his eye, but Song Chunjing still didn't intend to speak, so the court judge turned to him and said, "You have been on leave for a few days, Sixing is sick. You also have to come to the Tai Hospital, put a portion of the dried medicinal materials into your medicine box, and it will not fall out for a day, the child is a good child, if it is for a small matter, just punish it lightly."

Song Chunjing looked at He Sixing, He Sixing said something, his throat was a little dry, maybe it was caused by nervousness, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva to feel better, "The court judged that Physician Song didn't punish me."

The court didn't quite believe the verdict, and looked at Song Chunjing suspiciously.

He Sixing: "I will explain some things to the Imperial Physician Song."

The court judge looked at the two of them and walked back and forth a few times. Song Chunjing said, "I've finished asking. If you have something to ask, you can take Sixing with you."

He Sixing pursed his lips, looking like he was about to cry but not crying.

The court judge even Song Chunjing bothered others to interfere in his affairs, so he hurriedly said: "It's all right, you can continue talking."

Then he stepped back and walked a little further.

He Sixing held back the emotion of crying, and took a deep breath to calm down: "... That's it, but I really didn't know that he would go far to the northwest."

"En." Song Chunjing responded.

He Sixing hurriedly raised his head, and said eagerly: "Now that I know I was wrong, will Doctor Song give me a chance to correct it?"

Song Chunjing's mind went through countless scenes in an instant, and finally he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: So it is like this.

"So it is."

The carriage moved forward steadily, and the people in the carriage commented.

Yan Zhen nodded outside, although the people inside couldn't see his movements, he still bowed respectfully, stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, Master He's son is too courageous."

Li Chen sneered inside, and commented: "The two children are playing house."

"It's almost a misunderstanding between Imperial Physician Song and you, do you want to send someone to He's house to make a point?"

"No, although he started it, this situation cannot be caused by a child after all." Li Chen rejected the proposal, and then said: "Song Chunjing owes it to me, let's put it on him."

Yan Zhen let out an "ah" with a smile.

Qian Xiandian was as quiet as ever.

As soon as Li Chen showed up, the eunuch on duty immediately notified: "The emperor—"

After saying one word, Li Chen raised his hand, "There is no need to report."

The eunuch opened his mouth and knelt down to answer, watching him walk in without stopping.

The Taishanghuang was sleeping. I don't know if he hadn't woken up until now, or if he woke up and went back to sleep after breakfast.

The eunuch who served personally came over and bowed, and said softly: "I had some porridge in the morning, and went for a walk outside, maybe I was tired, so I fell asleep when I came back."

Li Chen nodded, picked a chair, sat aside and waited.

"I'm about to wake up too." The eunuch said again.

"Let's go out." Li Chen said, and then turned his gaze to look at the interior furnishings.

Qianxian Hall is an old hall, even though it has been renovated, it still has an old atmosphere.

But the Supreme Emperor insisted on living here, and the rest couldn't persuade them any more, so they could only try their best to put their minds into the decoration, with some fresh flowers inserted in the corners of the table.

The room is filled with faint floral fragrance.

Li Chen smelled it a few times and thought it was quite good, so he kept it in his heart, thinking that he would order someone to remove the agarwood from the Spring Pepper Hall and replace it with fresh flowers every morning.

Thinking of Song Chunjing, he gritted his teeth while being satisfied.

Xindao became more and more daring, and started playing with me to run away mice, to see how I would deal with you at night.

The person on the bed coughed suddenly, Li Chen came back to his senses, picked up the teacup hanging on the table, lifted the person up, and gave him a mouthful of water.

After the Taishanghuang drank, he let out a sigh of relief, his dim eyes looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, "Is the emperor coming?"

"Father, it's me." Li Chen said.

The Supreme Emperor looked at him, touched the dragon pattern embroidery on his clothes, "When will you move into the palace?"

"It was originally scheduled for today, but Zhan didn't finish packing the things in the room, and he will enter the palace tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

The Supreme Emperor moved his beard and nodded.

Li Chen padded the backrest for him, and then put the teacup back on the table.

"Father." He called out, paused, and then said slowly, "Uncle Huang is gone."

The person on the bed stopped moving, and after a while, he let out a "huh".

"Is it suicide?" he asked.

"I have a heart attack, I can't breathe, and my whole face is flushed with suffocation." Li Chen did not answer, and stated: "The imperial doctor diagnosed him as dead, so he prescribed the medicine, and told him to leave without pain."

The gray beard rubbed against the brocade quilt on his chest, making a soft "thrilling" sound.

The dying old man finally closed his eyes and nodded slowly.

"I only have such a younger brother." He paused for a moment, and then said quietly: "I am much older than him. This younger brother can be said to have grown up with me."

"My condolences." Li Chen whispered.

The Supreme Emperor let out a long breath.

Li Chen: "My son has already sent someone to order him to be buried in accordance with the Prince's etiquette, and let Yuan Kun inherit the title. He will not be held jointly responsible."

This is unexpected.

Li Chen is cruel and cruel, nodding his head to take people's lives, waving his hands to confiscate people's families, he has never softened his heart.

It is extremely rare for King Li to make such a mistake.

The Supreme Emperor couldn't help opening his eyes, and looked at him carefully.

Li Chen: "The son cares about the friendship between his father and his uncle."

"...Okay," Taishanghuang repeated in a low voice, "Okay."

At this time, he shed lingering tears uncontrollably, and kept nodding, because his voice was hoarse, and his words were a little vague: "I know you are filial..."

When he calmed down a bit, fatigue was evident on his sallow face, Li Chen stood up and bowed to him from a distance, "Father, please rest, my son will leave."

The Supreme Emperor hesitated to speak.

Li Chen didn't leave immediately, but waited for a while.

"I still want to ask, that... from the General's Mansion..." the Supreme Emperor hesitated and opened his mouth.

Li Chen seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and he took his words when he heard the words, "The young master of the general's mansion has been found, he is fine, and the son has already made an order. When he becomes an adult, he is allowed to inherit the title of general."

That name was like a thorn between the two of them. Although it wasn't mentioned explicitly, just a slight touch made people feel uncomfortable.

The two faced each other, silent for a while.

"As long as he's honest and doesn't cause trouble, I'm not against him." Li Chen said again.

"Well," the Supreme Emperor nodded heavily, and then asked hesitantly, "Where is the Empress Dowager..."

He is the supreme being in the world, and he has lived and died for thousands of people. Now he has to take into account the four directions and think about the feelings of many people when he asks a question.

Li Chen looked at the loose flesh on his face, and the slightly empty clothes on his body.

Standing at the pinnacle of power for a long time, it must be uncomfortable to be suddenly emptied.

Li Chen stood alone, couldn't bear to look any further, and turned his eyes away.

The indoor temperature is pleasant, but it is a bit airtight, and even the spoken words seem a little stuffy, "When the time is right, I will make it clear with the mother, and I will say that it is the meaning of the son."

The setting sun slanted on a tree in the courtyard that was about to die of flowers, Li Chen stood under the tree for a while before leaving the gate of Qianxian Hall.

He got into the sedan chair in silence, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and said to Yan Zhen: "Go to the imperial hospital and order the court judge to call an additional imperial doctor to come over. The two of you will discuss the medication together. Then every three to five days, Report to me about your health."

He didn't seem to be in a good mood, Yan Zhen thought for a while, and asked: "Should I ask Xu Zhuo to come and have a look first?"

Hearing the name, Li Chen opened his eyes, and then refused without hesitation: "No, no, it's better to stay away from that Xu Zhuo, I'm afraid that he will lose the throne one day."

The last time Li Chen used him to give medicine, almost lost his husband's position.

Now that I think about it, I am very scared.

"Didn't you praise him last time for his good looks?" Yan Zhen said: "There are merits."

"It's because he looks like Chun Jing'er twice, so I gave him a good word." Li Chen said very disapprovingly, "Don't make Chun Jing'er unhappy because of such a small matter."

Yan Zhen couldn't laugh or cry and said: "The servant will ask the court judge and let him choose someone."

"Well," Li Chen reminded again: "That Xu Zhuo, let Chun Jing'er stay away from him."

As the afterglow of the setting sun fell, on the official road from the northwest to the capital, a group of people stopped in front of an inn.

The horses in the front cleared the way, and the officers and soldiers in the back closed. Only a carriage in the middle was protected in the center, calm and quiet.

Shen Huan finally decided to go back to Beijing for the funeral with the housekeeper.

Several soldiers in the Northwest Camp also rushed to congratulate the new emperor before the enthronement ceremony, so they went together.

Yu Chenhuan can also be regarded as a caregiver.

A group of rough-skinned and thick-skinned soldiers were all accustomed to the cold wind like knives cutting flesh in the northwest. In fact, they didn't need to stay in any inn, but they had Chen Huan, so they stopped and rested together.

"What's the origin of this young man?" Someone asked in a low voice.

Immediately afterwards, all the soldiers walked in one by one following behind Shen Huan, and instantly occupied most of the spacious hall.

At a glance, there are all soldiers in armor with swords on their waists, with a fierce face, standing neatly in the hall.

The gossip in the hall immediately disappeared, and the silent gaze was fixed on the young man who was walking in the front and was about to go upstairs.

Chen Kuo and a few others with some official positions went to negotiate with the shopkeeper, "We are soldiers stationed in the northwest, passing by here, can we rent a few rooms, can it be cheaper?"

Sure enough, people who come from poor villages are very reluctant to break a tael of silver into eight parts. Along the way, steamed buns will be used for water, and if you can save, you will save.

If it wasn't for the fact that the young master of the General's Mansion was wronged in the barracks, the money for this lodging would not have been spent.

The shopkeeper looked at the scar on the neck of the person in front of him, and was too scared to breathe, "Yes, yes..."

While negotiating, Chen Kuo suddenly felt a glow on his back, he suddenly turned his head, and met Shen Huan's hastily withdrawn gaze.

Chen Huan walked upstairs, the half-aged butler was guarding beside him, as if he was afraid that he would fall off by mistake, his hands were hanging behind him.

Shen Huan went upstairs and looked down at the scene downstairs.

The housekeeper immediately reminded, "Stay back, and be careful about dizziness."

Shen Huan did not refute, and took two steps back. He felt bored after looking at it for a while, and then fixed his gaze on Chen Kuo again.

The man had broad shoulders and a long body, and he was very strong just from his back view. Even if he was placed among a group of strong soldiers, he was particularly eye-catching.

Shen Huan tilted his head, leaned against the railing, and looked down at his unnaturally standing legs.

That leg was injured in the training ground a few days ago, and then somehow angered General Lin, kicked on the wound, and has been abducted for several days.

Shen Huan looked down, his eyes were filled with turbulent and cold emotions, mixed with countless disgust and ridicule.

"Okay, let's go to the room and rest." The butler said, "I'll go down and order some food."

Shen Huan suddenly came back to his senses, and nodded coldly.

The butler went downstairs, and when he got there, he looked at him with some relief.

Shen Huan smiled slightly at him.

The butler went to the back, and he stood by the railing upstairs, leaning his back, looking at the flat and smooth wall.

There were rustling sounds in my ears, and the sound of footsteps was mixed with the sound of the saber rubbing against the cloth.

Shen Huan didn't move.

"You looking for me?" the visitor asked.

Shen Huan looked at the front, the corners of his lips curled up, and he smiled lightly.

Chen Kuo looked at him, cautiously, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Shen Huan remained silent, raised his head and entered a bedroom first.

Chen Kuo looked at the back of him walking ahead, paused for a moment, and followed him in.

Shen Huan stood in the room, looked ahead and said, "Is that Chen Kuo?"

He neither politely called the captain nor used any honorific title.

"After two years, I will inherit the title of the General's Mansion. Just because you committed this crime, you will die without a place to die."

Chen Kuo listened silently.

"In the past, I didn't want to worry about it. I heard that when I return to Beijing this time, how many people will be kept and not sent back to the Northwest. Who do you plan to keep as a candidate to contain the Northwest?"

Chen Kuo didn't answer, but instead asked: "The adopted son can't be a prince, why can you?"

Shen Huan let out an "oh", as if he hadn't expected that he already knew his adopted son's status, and after a while, he lowered his eyebrows and smiled.

"General Lin told you all this," he sighed silently, his eyes were narrowed into slits, and the sparkling water in his eyes kept flickering, "because I am the illegitimate son of the Supreme Emperor, the younger brother of the current Emperor."

Chen Kuo looked at him in shock, and after a while he finished digesting, he asked slowly, "Why did you tell me this?"

Shen Huan smiled silently, but there was no trace of the smile in his eyes.

"Because you're damned," he said.