This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

King Li left, and the prince came out from the compartment.

His voice was soft, but every step he took couldn't hide the thick sharp edge of the unsheathed Wujin knife.

The emperor who had just experienced the bereavement of his son and concubine, and had his wounds exposed again, looked at his son who was standing not far away.

"sit."

The emperor didn't wait for him to salute, so he asked someone to lift the chair closer to him.

The prince sat down without hesitation.

Shen Shen shouted: "Royal father."

"Have you heard everything?" asked the emperor.

"Understood." The prince replied.

The emperor nodded.

He stared blankly at the two memos on the table.

Ninth Five Lord sighed full of thoughts, "Don't blame me for not dealing with him."

"After a hundred years from now, when you ascend the throne and sit in this position, what will you do if you are alone without the help of your uncle and nephew?"

The prince immediately got up to kneel.

The emperor supported him on the shoulder and held him down.

The shoulders of his subordinates were strong and strong, and the emperor who was beaten down from the horse suddenly felt a little emotional.

He withdrew his hand, and called him in a very strong nasal voice: "Chen'er..."

Since the prince can remember, the emperor has never called him that.

Before the establishment of the East Palace, it was called Li Chen, and after the establishment of the prince, it was only called the prince.

This title has not been picked up for a long time, it is very strange.

The prince didn't dare to answer for a while.

The emperor stretched out his hand, first patted his arm, and carefully looked at his face.

Finally, she squeezed his hand.

The prince almost froze, he felt like a machine running out of oil, creaking when he moved slightly.

"Father is old."

The emperor sighed.

The corners of his lips drooped slightly, as if he had aged ten years in a few days, with the powerlessness of an old man.

The crown prince lowered his head, looked at his slightly white hair, his iron heart was melted by fire, "No."

"Father has not yet passed his 66th birthday, and is still in his prime."

The emperor shook his head.

Not knowing what to think of, he smiled again.

The prince suddenly said: "Although the father scolded the uncle and ordered him to reflect on himself, but my son is still not at ease."

"Don't worry, don't worry."

The emperor's smile was rarely filled with warmth.

He leaned forward slightly and asked:

"I asked you before, the time to go south has been delayed again and again, and today I returned halfway, but is there anything else?"

The prince didn't answer.

After a while, he nodded his head.

The emperor also nodded, and did not ask him the reason, but asked casually: "How is the doctor Song?"

"...The injury is quite serious. I'm afraid I won't be able to take things in a short time."

"One more thing," the crown prince lowered his head and held his hands in front of the emperor to ask for an order, "I'm going south, I want...to take the imperial doctor of Song with me."

The emperor looked at him.

"Bring an attendant imperial physician and come here to ask for an order. What does the judge of the imperial hospital eat?"

The prince said: "The judge's face was smashed, the imperial hospital is empty at this time, and the apprentices are like frightened birds, they haven't entered the palace for a few days."

He was still thinking about finding fault with King Li.

Now even the emperor has nothing to say.

"Then, in your opinion, do you still want to investigate the matter of Concubine Shu?" the emperor asked.

"It should be investigated," said the crown prince, "I have ordered Dali Temple Minister to take over the case, and there must be some clues soon."

The emperor thought about this person, and then looked at the second memorabilia under his hand.

The words above were sharp, and every sentence pointed to King Li's crimes with evidence, without any reference to his status as a relative of the emperor. It was written by the Minister of Dali Temple.

Useful, he nodded in agreement.

I didn't mention the matter of serving the imperial physician, so it was a tacit agreement.

The crown prince hesitated for a moment, "What if King Li takes advantage of his son's absence to harm you, what should we do?"

The emperor thought for a while, then shook his head, "No, I know it well."

The prince does not have brothers and sisters of the same mother, so he cannot appreciate this kind of brotherhood.

So nothing to say.

The emperor mentioned Song Chunjing again: "He is also one of the suspects, so I just asked you to take him away. I don't know what others will say."

The prince lost his mind for a moment.

My heart was up and down like a milk cat hanging on it, meowing non-stop, my heart was scratched and itchy and painful.

I wonder if Song Chunjing is awake now.

She usually fears the cold and the heat with a delicate and weak appearance, how should she survive this injury?

Ten fingers connected to a heart, how painful is it?

"I trust him," the prince said casually, "just like you trust the emperor's uncle, I know it well."

The emperor said "Oh" in his heart, and understood.

He had sworn countless brothers back then, and they were all life-and-death friends who went to the battlefield together.

Thinking about it, he nodded in understanding.

"You insist on taking him," the emperor let go, "Just take him, remember to order someone to go to the imperial hospital to record the file later."

"Yes, thank you father." The prince said.

In this way, the emperor gave the prince a face, and the prince also gave the emperor a face.

The two-two exchange can be regarded as putting it aside for the time being.

Speaking of this, he felt erratic and wanted to leave.

Seeing his absent-minded appearance, the emperor confessed: "No matter what important business you have, you must set off for the south today, and you can't delay any longer!"

"Yes."

The prince withdrew his thoughts and stood up to leave.

Finally, the emperor couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Prince: "..."

"Do you have to see the imperial physician for three or five days?" The emperor seemed very puzzled, and he couldn't ask clearly.

Only at this time did the prince show something unusual.

Shame, annoyance, seems a little shy.

He pleaded: "...Father, don't ask."

Such a scene is rare to see, let alone the present prince.

The emperor thumped inwardly.

Heart said: It's over, it's really a hidden disease.

The prince resigned, and just after leaving the palace gate, the little eunuch guarding outside the study had already arrived at Hancui Palace.

Without waiting for the queen to ask questions, she immediately recounted the conversation in the study.

Even the sentence before entering the study, "If the queen mother finds out, I will break your leg today." This sentence was not left behind.

The queen was not angry when she heard this, she just smiled casually: "If he dares to break your leg, I will break his leg."

Interruption is impossible to really interrupt, even a single hit is unlikely.

The eunuch knew it well, but was still moved by the seriousness in her tone, "It's a slave's blessing to be able to serve your mother!"

After finishing speaking, he kowtowed twice, Cheng Yun stepped forward to help him up, and stuffed a handful of golden melon seeds into his sleeve.

The little eunuch thanked him again and asked Cheng Yun to hug him and retreat.

After a while, Cheng Yun came back in a hurry, and before reaching the queen, she pursed her lips and sighed: "The crown prince is too reckless for the sake of Song imperial doctor, why did he kill someone in the punishment department and hurt Li?" Wang, if you are not careful, you will attract officials to participate in the performance, and the emperor will reprimand you."

"Of course he wasn't afraid, he played and reprimanded, the emperor got angry, the prince is still the prince." The queen said casually.

She glanced at Cheng Yun, "If one day you enter the punishment department to be punished, I will have to be reckless for a while."

Cheng Yun immediately raised the corners of her mouth and smiled, rolled up her sleeves and stretched out her hands to gently press her head, "Of course I know, the empress loves her the most!"

The queen closed her eyes: "The people who serve around you, especially the personal servants, have to take good care of them, so that others are willing to serve him. Although the prince is a little impulsive, it is understandable."

Cheng Yun kept his subordinates and nodded in agreement.

She asked again: "Your Majesty, just pick it up and put it down gently like this, so you don't want to pursue the matter of King Li?"

"It's not not to pursue it, but to suspend it." The queen said slowly.

Cheng Yun turned her head slightly and listened carefully.

The queen smiled meticulously, her eyes were kind like Bodhi's eyes, "King Li was injured, although it was a minor injury, after all, he bears the name of uncle, if it is publicized, it is enough to say that the officials will not respect etiquette, filial piety and disrespect. Gong's crime is on the prince's head, it is better for King Li to go back and reflect on his mistakes, and it will not be too late to deal with the prince after he goes south and passes the limelight."

East Palace.

Spring pepper hall.

This time with the crown prince going south, Dr. Cen, recommended by Shangshu, is bandaging the wound on Song Chunjing's hand.

This old doctor is still the same.

Although he hadn't reached the destination yet during this trip, he seemed to have seen a plate of silver beads and gold ingots given by the crown prince and side concubine after his return.

So extra spirit.

But he didn't expect that after going back and forth, the first patient was not the prince.

It's an imperial physician.

He observed the words and expressions, and thought to himself that this person is in such a bad state, is he actually a doctor or an imperial physician?

Is the threshold of Tai Hospital so low now?

He didn't dare to show anything on his face.

In contrast, Song Chunjing.

He didn't appear the 'soft and weak' appearance that the prince was worried about.

He only lowered his eyelashes, staring at the hand.

After a while, the wound was hidden under the cotton gauze and could not be seen.

He watched Dr. Cen carefully bandage his wound.

Doctors' hands are exceptionally flexible.

Once twisted and twisted, there is no mess, if you lose your mind, you will be dazzled in a short while.

Song Chunjing looked at it for a while, his eyes flickered slightly.

Like a cool breeze blowing gently in the middle of the night.

The prince stood at the door for a moment.

Wu Da glanced inside and asked, "Why doesn't Your Highness go in?"

The prince stood upright, looking ahead.

The ears listened to the sound inside.

As soon as Wu Da spoke to him, he interrupted the rustling in his ears, and he glanced at Wu Da angrily.

The latter quickly shrank his neck like a quail.

Uda pouted.

"Your Highness, do you just let King Li go like this?" He asked very angrily.

"Yeah." The prince sullenly put on a cruel smile, "Take your time to find the right one, don't rush."

"But I can't swallow this breath." Wu Da frowned, pursed his lips and said in great displeasure, "You were not here just now, and when you were treating the wound for Imperial Physician Song, you were terribly frightened."

The prince looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

"To dig out all the rotten meat, and then apply medicine layer by layer. Several people held the arm to keep him from moving. Physician Song fainted several times."

As he spoke, he shivered, as if he couldn't bear to think about it.

The prince was silent, he just tugged at his collar and let in some cold air.

Uda stretched out his head to look in again, "Huh?"

The prince looked at him.

Uda said, "Okay."

The prince nodded, turned around and walked in without stopping.

His eyes were locked on that hand, but Song Chunjing dropped his sleeve and covered it with snow-white gauze.

The line of sight was blocked, and the prince sat opposite him, opening his mouth without making a sound.

Song Chunjing immediately stood up and said respectfully, "Thank you, Your Highness."

His hair was a little wet, and his lip color was not as usual, a little pale.

The prince sat down immediately, his hands clasped tightly on his lap, and he was a little embarrassed when he heard the words.

"I," he asked, "does it hurt?"

Song Chunjing smiled.

The prince asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"If I say it doesn't hurt, will your Highness believe me?" Song Chunjing said.

It should be no big problem, even dare to tease the current prince.

The crown prince was not angry at all, but he was relieved to see that he was still in good spirits.

"Sit." The prince wanted to stretch out his hand, but he hesitated and didn't move.

Face to face suddenly, but he didn't know where to start. He couldn't apologize if he wanted to apologize, and he couldn't admit his mistake if he wanted to admit it.

I deeply experienced what it means to be close to home.

However, Song Chunjing didn't seem to be affected. He sat on a chair and put his injured hand in front of him, so as not to be too low and pressurized by the blood to squeeze the wound.

He still had whip wounds on his body, so he sat upright, not daring to hunched over with his chest in the slightest, for fear of pulling the wound.

The prince was thinking about his speech, and his heart became more and more impetuous.

Song Chunjing smiled softly again.

The prince was even more aggrieved.

"……why are you laughing?"

"His Royal Highness."

Song Chunjing said: "Your Highness has been scolded."

It was indeed scolded.

The prince glanced at Wu Da, Wu Da quickly looked away, and consciously stood outside the door.

Song Chunjing ignored the interaction between the two of them, and instead looked at the furnishings in Chunjiao Hall.

There are delicate yellow winter jasmine flowers in the glazed vase. The body of the vase is transparent, and the green branches are faintly exposed.

Like a shy woman in gauze.

There is a small table by the window, and a chair next to the table with thick cushions inside.

At the corner of the table is a pen holder made of Teng, which is novel and interesting.

After a while, the prince saw that he was in a good mood

Stretching out his foot to hook his calf, Song Chunjing subconsciously dodged to the side, the touch would break apart.

He turned his head and said cautiously: "Your Highness, please be careful."

"There are even more disrespectful ones," the prince smiled at him, "Would you try it?"

Song Chunjing frowned, staring at him helplessly.

The prince was afraid that he would be really annoyed, so he let out an "ah" and asked about other matters, "To be honest, did you get involved in the matter of Concubine Shu?"

Song Chunjing still looked at him with a frown.

"Ask you." The prince tapped his leg again with his toe.

Song Chunjing leaned back to hide again, and said stiffly, "No."

The prince sneered, "Song Chunjing, do I believe it?"

He said with interest: "If you really don't get involved, will the queen mother send someone to the Ministry of Punishment to deal with it?"

Song Chunjing stared at him for a while, then turned his gaze away.

"The next official is pure and innocent, and has nothing to say. It's up to His Highness to believe it or not."

Meaning: Believe it or not.

He closed his mouth, with an expression of not speculating more than half a sentence.

The prince was making fun of himself, and touched his straight and hard bridge of the nose.

From the corner of my eye, I observed the man who was a little sluggish due to the injury, and he didn't seem to have changed much.

What kind of cold appearance should it be, or what kind of cold appearance.

The prince's hanging heart finally let go of half an inch.

"Hey," he opened his mouth again, and asked slowly, "...does it hurt?"

Song Chunjing looked up at him, and with a slight movement, the kaleidoscope in his eyes turned back and forth, showing the bright appearance of the accumulated water being illuminated by the sun.

"A little bit." He lowered his eyelashes, staring at his thickly wrapped hands and said.

Hearing this, the prince was even more restless.

He rubbed his fingertips twice before reaching out, and lightly touched the snow-white bandage.

Song Chunjing hid back, and the prince quickly withdrew his hand, "I, did I hurt you?"

Song Chunjing remained silent, his lowered eyelids covered his eyes, so he didn't know what he was thinking.

The prince looked down at him, Song Chunjing blinked quickly, ruining the previous moment's expression, and stared out of the window instead.

Outside the window, the residual leaves on the branches froze off, and new flower buds sprouted. The old trunk was twisted, strong, and covered with traces of annual rings.

The window sill is also very interesting, scattered with a few leaves and fallen petals.

It was only after a closer look that it was made of thin jade flakes, dyed with colors and textures, making it lifelike.

Only one window was exhausted.

A casual glance at other places is also exquisite and meticulous.

Ingenuity and fun are everywhere.

The next moment, the crown prince squeezed the thin piece of jade into his hand and handed it to his eyes, "Look at this?"

He raised his hand and shook it.

Song Chunjing looked at him with complicated eyes.

The prince put the things in his hands, raised his chin, "I'll send you off."

He deliberately adjusted the atmosphere, moved closer to Song Chunjing, and asked, "I heard that you once pierced yourself thirteen holes to save me, is it true?"

"Why don't I know such a big thing?" The prince stared at him with great interest.

Song Chunjing looked regretful.

He first returned the jade piece to the crown prince's hands, and declined, saying: "You will not be rewarded if you have no merit."

Then he cleared his throat and sincerely repented: "I pretended to be the prince in a hurry, I hope His Highness doesn't mind."

During the interaction, the fingers between the two were separated, the prince felt the adhesion between the touch, and then rubbed the jade piece with a familiar temperature.

He turned the little object over and over again to figure it out many times.

"No," he said, "I kind of mind."