This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

The Empress Dowager looked at him, Li Chen took a sip of the boiling tea, and frowned, "All the affairs can be done by the imperial concubine."

Chi Mingjiao Fu's lower body, "Thank you, the emperor and the queen mother for your love, I will definitely do my best."

Empress Dowager: "..."

En has already thanked her, and now the queen mother has to agree if she doesn't agree, so she can only say: "...well, the emperor can figure it out."

Li Chen nodded and put down the teacup.

Yan Zhen came in at the right time, and whispered: "Your Majesty, Master Zhao, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, please see me."

It must be for the enthronement ceremony.

The Queen Mother immediately said: "Go."

"The son will leave and come back tomorrow." Li Chen stood up.

"Pay more attention to your body." The queen mother explained again.

After he left, Chi Mingjiao withdrew his gaze from him and smiled gently at the Queen Mother.

As soon as the Queen Mother stretched out her hand, Cheng Yun handed over the roster.

She rolled her eyes roughly, and handed it to Chi Mingjiao, "This is the draft list, take a look."

Chi Mingjiao took it with both hands, lowered his head and took a casual look before closing it.

"They are all very good girls, the Queen Mother is the one to decide." She handed it to the maid, who handed it back to Cheng Yun.

The Empress Dowager thought that she was a favorite concubine and would be unbearable when she heard that the emperor was drafted into the palace. Unexpectedly, Chi Mingjiao didn't even frown. Sisters are good companions."

The queen mother smiled with satisfaction, "You are a sensible person."

Chi Mingjiao stood up, made a salute, and said softly, "Queen Mother, just moved into the palace, and many things in the palace need to be taken care of, so the concubines also leave first."

"Well," the queen mother reached out to her, Chi Mingjiao stepped forward to hold it, and the queen mother patted the back of her hand with the other hand, and said kindly: "Go."

Chi Mingjiao left slowly.

Seeing her disappear, Cheng Yun stepped forward to clean up the teacup, and said, "These two people are like enemies, no one cares about the other."

The queen mother thought for a while, then sighed, "The emperor still has his heart fixed on the queen. From the day he insists on marrying someone back, he should know that girls from small families are the most powerful."

"I heard that the emperor seldom stays in the queen's palace, and the queen mostly pays homage to the Buddha, and the residence in the middle palace has also been changed to the Tranquility Hall."

The Empress Dowager took off her armor and looked at her slack but still fair fingers, "It doesn't matter if the emperor goes or not. You can tell by the imperial concubine's dedication to protecting the empress that the emperor's heart is still in the Palace of Tranquility."

Cheng Yun brought over the rose water and put it under his hands, "Your servant looks at me, the noble concubine has a good temper."

The queen mother washed her hands and sneered.

After washing her hands, Cheng Yun went to get a set of sleeker armor and carefully put it on for her, "But the Queen Mother doesn't need to worry about these things, it's right to enjoy the peace and happiness."

Goose feather cushions were placed on the back and sides of the queen mother, and she relaxed on the couch, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Look, this imperial concubine is not a fuel-efficient lamp."

Li Chen came out of Hancui Palace and shook off the tea stains on his hands.

Yan Zhen immediately handed him a handkerchief to dry him.

The sedan chair was waiting on the long street in front of the door, Li Chen went up in two steps, Yan Zhen said: "Chunjiao Hall."

The sedan chair slowly lifted up and set off, Li Chen asked, "Has Chun Jing'er returned from eating?"

"Probably not yet..."

Yan Zhen paused for a moment, then ordered loudly: "Go to the imperial study."

Li Chen stopped talking and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Yan Zhen followed him for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Doesn't the emperor like the person the queen mother sent here?"

"It's all eyeliner." Li Chen replied.

"Actually, the Empress Dowager loves you, she should have no bad intentions." Yan Zhen said.

"I know," Li Chen said, "If you use her people, you can pass on some small things later, and if you want to talk to me, it's not troublesome enough, and it's very noisy."

Yan Zhen thought about it and nodded.

Li Chen exhaled irritably, and Yan Zhen quickly closed his mouth.

The sedan chair was driven in mid-air, and the entire open blue sky and white clouds became the background, surrounded by tall palaces and endless long streets, walking in it made people feel a little lonely and insignificant.

Yan Zhen looked up at his tense face and the hard line of his profile, and lowered his head.

He walked lightly, as if he was stepping on his heart with every step, and his heart was getting heavier and heavier.

When it sank to the bottom, there was a flash of hesitation in his eyes, and the dust settled into a resolute look.

At the gate of Hancui Palace, Chi Mingjiao leaned against the solemn gate and looked at Li Chen's guard of honor with his hands down.

Yingxiuhu stood beside her and complained: "Your Majesty, the emperor doesn't come to the harem very often, and when he comes, he just sits for a while. If there is a newcomer, wouldn't he come to our place less often?"

Chi Mingjiao smiled, with no emotion in his eyes, "What does it matter."

"The East Palace is a tomb of the living dead." She looked into the distance and said coldly, "The Harem is even more so."

The Tai Hospital doesn't often have dinner together, and Gao Sheng reluctantly gathers once every time.

Song Chunjing often excused himself from going.

In the imperial hospital, he has always been a character that people dare not provoke, because the emperor attaches great importance to him.

Take it too seriously.

So much so that other people feel that his every move has deep meaning, and they dare not provoke him easily, and even the newcomers dare not even say a word to him.

This will catch up with his promotion, and he half pushed and half agreed to the dinner party. Except for Xu Zhuo, who was on night shift at the Tai Hospital, everyone went to Fengyaolou.

Even if you don't eat, you can say a word and make a good impression.

As soon as Fengyaolou looked at the aura of the people, it felt the official prestige, and then looked at the battles and conversations, and concluded that this was a table of big customers.

"How many guest officers are there?" The shopkeeper walked out of the counter, roughly counted, and went upstairs to greet him. "The lobby on the third floor is still empty, spacious, and there are programs. Please come up, distinguished guests."

There are distinct levels of inns, and the higher the level, the more expensive they are.

Several people went up in groups of twos and threes, but Song Chunjing stumbled. The servant's words from yesterday rang in his ears, making him feel a little heartache when he thought about the cost of the meal.

At this moment, the man carrying the sweat towel ran to the shopkeeper's ear, covered his mouth with his hand, and said a few words to him.

As soon as the shopkeeper lowered his head, the guy opened a square box in his hand, revealing a bright corner.

The shopkeeper took a deep breath, and bowed to Song Chunjing more politely, "My lord, someone has already paid the bill, and everything will be covered for tonight's consumption."

Song Chunjing thought roughly, and raised his slender and handsome eyebrows.

"Please." The shopkeeper smiled and invited him upwards.

Song Chunjing's brows relaxed, and he followed the crowd up without speaking.

The running water mat on the third floor has already been set up. As soon as they came in, clouds and mist came rushing towards them, like a fairyland.

"Zheng—" The qin prostitute with exquisite makeup and cool clothes started to play.

A circle of wide and thick stone surrounds the pool without feet in the center, and the outer circle is a three-sided mat. Except for the westernmost side, no one sits, and an exit for walking in and out is reserved.

The court judge, Song Chunjing, and Liu Zixian sat on the east side, and the rest sat in order according to their official positions.

As soon as we were seated, the banquet was served.

The court judge got up and said: "Outside is no better than in the palace, everyone can be at their own pace, and you don't have to stick to your status and etiquette!"

Everyone cheered and laughed together.

A few days after entering the imperial hospital, several young juniors looked at each other and stood up together, "For this first glass of wine, I will respect the imperial doctor Song first, and I will also respect the seniors."

Song Chunjing picked up the wine glass from Shan Ruliu, stood up and raised a distant gesture towards them, "You're welcome."

Everyone took a cup and drank it together.

"Good wine!" Someone sighed.

Immediately someone responded: "It's really good!"

"The wine here is more expensive than other places. I dare not come here for half a year, but now I can taste it!"

Another person said: "I'll have enough to drink tonight, the Imperial Physician Song is generous, I respect you!"

Song Chunjing didn't eat a mouthful of food, and after hearing this, he picked up the full wine glass again and drank it down in one gulp.

He said calmly in his heart: Anyway, I am not spending money.

After being hungry for a long time, without taking a bite of food, he drank two cups of cold wine first, and the hot liquid fell down his mouth all the way to his stomach, causing his whole body to sweat a little.

Liu Zixian saw that he was easy-going today, so he joined in the fun, "Chun Jing'er, I'll toast you too, take me with you from now on."

Song Chunjing didn't refuse anyone who came, so he raised his hand and drank another full cup.

While the dancer was pouring wine again, he picked up a few mouthfuls of food with his chopsticks, slightly filling the bottom.

Liu Zixian saw that he was drinking cleanly, and wanted to take another glass, "This is the second time..."

The court judge pushed him with an elbow and spilled half of the wine in his hand, he glared angrily, and the court judge glared at him even more angrily.

Taking advantage of Song Chunjing's inattention, he yelled at him in a low voice: "How many heads do you have, drink him?!"

Liu Zixian pouted, "I'm just happy."

The court judge looked at his rolled eyes and raised his hand angrily, but there were so many people present, he had to save some face for his son, so he gritted his teeth and put it down again.

"Physician Song, I hope our imperial hospital can produce more talents like you," he forcefully forced a smile, holding a gold bottle inlaid with jade wine glass in his hand: "I also offer you a toast, let's just order."

"The court judged to promote the official." Song Chunjing said.

The court judge dipped the wine handed to his lips, Song Chunjing took a sip, the two put down their glasses together, Song Chunjing respectfully bowed his head towards him.

The court judge was very helpful, and said with a smile: "It's rare for everyone to get together, I hope our Taiyuan Hospital can go to a higher level!"

Everyone stood up together, raised their wine glasses respectfully towards him, and said in unison: "I hope that under the leadership of the court judge, I can go to a higher level—"

Song Chunjing stared at the wine in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and drank it without a single pause.

in the palace.

It was getting dark.

Li Chen was approving papers in the imperial study for a while, Yan Zhen came in and whispered: "Your Majesty, the imperial concubine is here."

"what's up?"

"I didn't say anything, I just said I have something to tell you." Yan Zhen said.

Chi Mingjiao's performance today was quite sensible, Li Chen relaxed a little, "Come in."

Yan Zhen went down to lead the people.

After a while, Chi Mingjiao came in with a maid, and saluted from a distance, "My concubine pays my respects to the emperor."

"What's the matter?" Li Chen asked.

Chi Mingjiao stood up by herself, and looked at the person in front of her who didn't raise her head, "The concubine has a plan about the queen, and wants to ask the emperor what he wants."

Li Chen put down his pen, glanced at her, "Say."

Chi Mingjiao looked directly at him and smiled softly.

"Although the queen claims to be seriously ill and stays behind closed doors, she is valuable as the middle palace, and she will show up if she encounters unavoidable things, but the Tranquility Palace is empty after all, and if someone finds out, I'm afraid it will cause an uproar."

Li Chen listened, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry, and didn't say yes or no.

Chi Mingjiao knelt down again, "The concubine dares to be the empress."

Li Chen stared at her, his face was a little more gloomy than before, Chi Mingjiao continued: "The emperor has already handed over all the affairs of the harem to the concubines to manage, the difference from the empress is only in name."

Although her back was already wet with sweat, she resisted the coercion and looked straight at Li Chen strong and calm.

"Concubine."

"Yes."

He said solemnly: "It's so courageous."

Chi Mingjiao forcefully forced a smile, because he was too scared, which was a little out of harmony with the facial expression of the whole face.

"If you have this false name, it will be more convenient for the concubine to do things on the one hand, and on the other hand, it can also appease the harem, so that there will be no unexpected things that will hurt..."

She struggled to spit out the person's name: "... Imperial Physician Song."

Sooner or later, Song Chunjing's existence will be known, and then he will not know what kind of troublesome situation it will be.

Combined with Chi Mingjiao's reaction when he suddenly learned the truth, and the performance of the Queen Mother today, we know that his life will not be easy by then.

Chi Mingjiao took a gamble.

Bet on the emperor's heart.

Li Chen didn't answer, and her luxurious and sharp armor was tightly clasped by her hand, leaving a few deep marks.

In the extremely dangerous sight, the thin-shouldered woman was completely exhausted, with a head full of gorgeous jewels, she insisted on knocking down heavily:

"The concubine knows in her heart that the real queen will always be the one in Chunjiao Hall."

After a long time, Li Chen finally said, "It's very good that you have this intention."

Chi Mingjiao looked up at him, and it was the first time that the current emperor showed her what could be called a gentle expression.

This man, who was always high above him, thought of something, and there was some warmth in his eyes. Chi Mingjiao knew clearly in his heart that this warmth was not directed at her.

Li Chen said: "There is no need to say anything else. If I need it, I will send someone to let me know. Go."

Chi Mingjiao's heart sank to the ground, and there was no wave in his eyes, so he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

She went out of the gate of Chunjiao Hall, and the maid supported her.

In the night, there are no trees for trees, no flowers for flowers, and the sound of running water in the pond passes under the water corridor.

The night wind is very cool.

Chi Mingjiao stopped and looked back at Chunjiao Temple standing quietly behind her.

She felt cold and empty in her heart, and without blinking, she smiled wryly at the plaque of the golden bottle and jade, and murmured: "He wants to give him everything, honor and wealth, and a golden house, even if others want to make a false name. "

Most of the guests in Fengyao Building have dispersed, leaving only a few individual guests.

A group of people from the Tai Hospital stood at the door saying goodbye to each other in a daze after drinking.

After sending everyone away, the court judge solemnly patted Song Chunjing on the shoulder, "Okay, okay."

Song Chunjing reacted for a while before raising his hand to him, "The court judge please."

His face didn't turn red, but it was whiter than before. Reflecting the lights floating in the night, it seemed to be coated with a layer of delicate white glaze.

Liu Zixian was dumbfounded, and asked the court judge to drag him twice before swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and staggered away.

"See you tomorrow, Imperial Physician Song." He said farewell with his tongue out from a distance.

Song Chunjing didn't respond, and stood there watching his father and son go away.

Until the front turned into darkness, he still stared at it without returning to his senses.

Late at night.

The outside is brighter than the palace. There are no tall and heavy walls, and there are no extremely strict guards. Even the wind blowing on the body is much stronger.

Barely heard a few autumn insects chirping, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He was the only one left, standing quietly under the lantern as if frozen.

"Master Song?" Yan Zhen came out of the shadows and called him.

After a long silence, Song Chunjing turned his head and glanced at him, "Boss Yan."

Yan Zhen opened the fog-faced dragon-pattern umbrella while helping him to the carriage, "Hey, why do you drink so much?"

He propped the umbrella on top of his head to block the light. The darkness under the umbrella caused Song Chunjing to frown, and then opened it with a wave of his hand.

"Need not."

Yan Zhenzhen watched in horror as he staggered into the carriage.

"...After you sit down, let's go home."

Song Chunjing went up and sat upright, as if he didn't hear it.

Yan Zhen lowered the curtain and told people to drive carefully.

It's not too far from the palace, even closer than the East Palace.

After a while, Yan Zhen said, "Here we are."

As soon as he opened the door curtain, Song Chunjing was resting in the carriage with his eyes closed, Yan Zhen slightly raised his voice, "Master Song, we're here."

Song Chunjing slowly opened his eyes and said "oh".

When he stood on the ground and raised his head to look at the plaque of Chunjiao Hall, he looked around and then at the palace in front of him, his face was a little confused, and there were some doubts and incomprehensions in his eyes.

Yan Zhen stepped forward to support him, "Let's go in, the emperor is waiting for you."

Song Chunjing raised his arm, avoided his supporting hand, and still stared at the word Chunjiaodian.

"Why did you come to the East Palace?" He asked.

Yan Zhen stood by and put an umbrella on top of his head to prevent Lushuiliang from hitting him heavily.

Song Chunjing: "I want to go home."

"It's not the East Palace," Yan Zhen quickly said, "It's the Imperial Palace."

"The palace..."

Song Chunjing frowned and thought about it, then shook his head irritably, "I'm not on duty today, what are you doing in the palace?"

Yan Zhen was one head and two older, "Sir Song, the emperor has been waiting for you for a long time, let's go in quickly..."

Song Chunjing turned his head and went to the carriage, but Yan Zhen didn't dare to stop him forcefully. When he was in a state of desperation, a gust of wind hit him, and in a blink of an eye, he swept Song Chunjing into his arms.

"Where are you going?" He smelled the strong smell of alcohol and asked solemnly.

Song Chunjing looked up at him, then reached out and touched his straight and firm nose, "...His Royal Highness?"

He stared straight at it, the water in his eyes was clear and frighteningly transparent.

Li Chen pulled his hand down, moved up with the other hand, and hugged him in.

Song Chunjing leaned against him, adjusted his comfortable posture, and murmured, "No, it's the emperor."

Song Chunjing was not often drunk.

Because he doesn't drink alcohol often, even if he does, he only drinks one or two glasses, just a little bit.

Very restrained.

Li Chen had never seen him drunk.

Very quiet, sitting alone in a daze.

Also obedient, do what you are asked to do.

He patiently coaxed him to take a bath, and changed into pajamas himself without pretending to be anyone else. Song Chunjing still acted in a dazed manner.

"If you can't drink it, don't drink it." Li Chen looked at him and said while taking off his clothes.

Song Chunjing thought for a while, then nodded slowly.

Li Chen thought it was interesting and smiled lightly.

"Come here," he stood by the bed, Da Lala raised his foot to step on the bed, and whispered to Song Chunjing, "Bite."

Song Chunjing looked at him and then under him, but he didn't move.

Li Chen was not afraid that he would wake up, so he stretched out his long arm and rubbed his lips without changing his posture.

Song Chunjing turned his head to hide, Li Chen clamped his chin and moved forward, bringing the whole person in front of him.

Song Chunjing half-kneeled in front of him, looking up at him.

The corners of the eyes and the eyebrows are raised together, black and white are distinct in the eyes, and there is a layer of mist in them, which looks a little pitiful.

Down is the straight and delicate bridge of the nose.

Further down, the warm red lips with moisture slightly parted, opening a narrow gap.

"...open your mouth."

Li Chen said coaxingly.

Song Chunjing paused, and opened his mouth obediently.

Li Chen leaned forward and touched his cool lips.

After a while, he exhaled, his hoarse voice became even deeper, and he praised softly: "...Yes, that's great."