This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

The emperor gave the deadline for going south, and the prince delayed it for another day.

The queen sent two reminders the night before and the morning of the next day.

The prince finally embarked on the road to the south.

The prince and his party were worried for a long time, and after a day, the prince did not return this time, and went south smoothly.

Only then did they all breathe a sigh of relief.

Turning around, he bit each other's hairs with the ministers who participated in the prince's performance a few days ago.

Into a new round of fighting contest.

Of course the crown prince didn't know about this, he was thousands of miles away and was busy heading to the south.

With the joy of finally getting Song Chunjing into the carriage.

Generally speaking, people with the same position can share a carriage.

However, the prince prepared a carriage for the two doctors who took care of their bodies.

Song Chunjing didn't respond, he squinted his eyes and rested his mind as soon as he got in the car.

On the other hand, Dr. Cen felt the importance of him, thinking that it was because of the crown prince's concern for his side concubine.

The prince was in a great mood, got off the carriage and turned to ride a horse.

Crashing next to an eight BMW car with four corners and two sides, from time to time I glanced at the people inside through the cracks in the curtains that were blown aside by the wind.

Wu Da waited and watched for a while, then urged the horse to catch up.

He solemnly winked at the prince, and the prince slowed down and fell behind.

"Say." He urged without taking his eyes off the carriage.

Wu Da excitedly said: "Your Highness, look what I found! Didn't Imperial Physician Song tell you about inequality before, I thought about it for several days, and finally figured it out!"

The prince turned his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at him.

Wu Da put away his excited expression, and said solemnly: "On the day you rescued Imperial Physician Song from the Ministry of Criminal Justice, in Chunjiao Hall, you asked him if he had anything to do with Concubine Shu. Imperial Physician Song obviously didn't want to say it, but you suppressed him and questioned him in your capacity. and forced him to speak."

"It's like a monarch and a minister," Wu Da said innocently, "No wonder Song Taiji doesn't like you very much. Who would like to be with a high-ranking boss? If you are not careful, you will die..."

When the prince heard the first half of the sentence, he still felt that it made sense, but when he heard the last sentence, his face was clouded.

He cast a gloomy look at Uda.

Wu Da didn't finish his sentence afterward, feeling that saving his life was the most important thing, so he slowly closed his mouth.

At this moment, a guard asked for instructions from behind: "Your Highness, Luoyang City is one kilometer ahead."

Wu Da hurriedly asked, "Shall we take a rest?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the carriage in front of him.

The prince also glanced at it, and listened carefully, and seemed to be able to hear the sound of well-proportioned and tired breathing inside.

After carefully looking at it for a moment, he said, "Rest."

In fact, there was no need to rest, the last time they went south, they arrived in two days and one night.

Two days have passed this time, and half of the itinerary has not been missed.

Uda knew the reason well and didn't talk too much about it.

I think Wu Da has also reached the age of marriage, he looks like a tiger and a wolf, but his heart is a little sheep.

I always feel that southern girls are so tender and tender, it would be a loss if I didn't look at them.

On the road, I couldn't take my eyes off the girl who was washing her clothes by the river.

The more you go south, the more spring is, and there are countless beautiful scenery. If you just go on your way, wouldn't you be disappointed?

A group of people entered Luoyang City.

Jiang Shouyi, the prefect of Luoyang City and Tingwei, personally led the Yueqi school captain, the magistrate of the prefecture, and many magistrates out of the city to greet him.

Looking from a distance, there is a big pot of porridge.

Luoyang is a rich place, and the officials and servants can also get good money.

It's really a fat job with more money and less work.

The prefect of Luoyang, as a wealthy leader, had a greasy face and a fat body.

Hearing that the crown prince was going to rest in Luoyang, he immediately turned down countless invitations, and led several people under his command to personally welcome His Highness the crown prince.

The crown prince would not have entered Luoyang City, but now he not only entered, but also stayed for one night, which by chance should be a great honor for the prefect.

Leading the people vowed to serve people comfortably, clearly and clearly.

Linger.

Anyone who understands knows that to serve the prince well is to serve his official position well.

Only benefits.

The crown prince will ascend the throne in the next day. If you think about it, if you want to tour the south, you will have the opportunity to submit an application.

At this moment, the sunset has been faintly seen.

The afterglow gently shines on the person's body, sprinkled with a layer of gold, lining the side face with gentleness and delicateness, which is a little more familiar for no reason.

Standing on the side of the carriage, Jiang Taishou almost dropped his jaw when he saw the person walking down from above.

He thought to himself: Does the prince have any hobbies?

Wu Da introduced: "This is the Song imperial physician we are accompanying this time."

"Oh, oh," the prefect responded quickly, and went up to meet each other, "Prince, I'm working as a doctor of Song Dynasty all the way."

Physician Song seemed to be a little motion sick, and his complexion was very ugly. It was a little more orange-red under the setting sun.

Hearing this, he nodded casually, holding one hand while the other was naturally hanging down, standing silently aside.

The prefect thought to himself: Well, the position is not high but he doesn't like to talk, and his subordinates value him.not to be trifled.

He turned his head to look at the prince, bent slightly, and respectfully said: "Your Highness, please enter the city. The dinner is ready. The peonies will not be in bloom for the next few days. The water is the most beautiful. Appreciating it at night is also a special experience."

The prince looked away at Song Chunjing, and smiled inexplicably when he heard the words.

When he smiled, the whole group laughed too.

For a while, there was a lot of fun.

Luoyang is an amorous place, famous not only for its peonies, but also for beauties even more beautiful than peonies.

It is said that the women in Beijing are more clever, so the women in Luoyang are more agile, the difference is tens of millions.

Just looking at the figure of a Luoyang woman among the empresses and concubines of the past dynasties, and this item is also included in the annual offering every year, one can know the fact that she is beautiful, gentle and affectionate, and haunts people's dreams.

The prefect naturally arranged this 'special product' properly and tacitly.

As soon as the night falls, there is a big show.

The long and light sleeves are flung out a foot away, sweeping over the noses of everyone with a vaguely scented fragrance. The graceful waist and limbs flow like water, gurgling, but not coquettish.

Don't be too seductive.

Physician Song and Dr. Cen were sitting together at the same table, but their postures were very different.

Dr. Cen was sitting upright, and no matter who looked at him, they all smiled kindly.

Physician Song leaned slightly on the back of the blood rattan chair, relaxed and casual.

Even if the dancer smiled at him, he didn't respond at all, with a look of indifference.

The prince immediately concluded that he had something on his mind.

Maybe it was because of his injury, maybe Chen Huan asked himself to leave the school, or maybe he didn't want to go south but had to do it.

In short, there is a heavy heart in my heart.

"Your Highness, will you stay another night tomorrow? Tomorrow is the Peony Festival. Regardless of your identity, both men and women can play around, wearing different masks, setting up stalls, lanterns, and various types of peonies," the prefect introduced one by one. Hehe said: "Although there are lantern festivals every now and then in Luoyang, it's not as good as this one. After tomorrow night, half of the girls will have a sweetheart."

Zhizhou who was sitting in the lower seat only thought that the prince was watching the dancing girl, and said with a smile: "If you meet a bold girl and see His Highness's vigorous and heroic appearance, maybe you will unmask yourself hahahahaha..."

"This is interesting." The prince pondered.

The dance in the field has reached its climax, and the smiling face of a woman flashes across the layers of sleeves.

The eyebrows, eyes, nose, bridge and lips are all beautiful.

Song Chunjing finally raised his eyelids that hadn't been lifted for 800 years, and took a look.

Perhaps because he was afraid of having a wound on his body, he didn't drink a drop of alcohol.

The wine glass in front of him is still fully loaded and placed at the beginning.

The banquet was arranged very carefully.

The prince is the head, the prefect is the second, and the rest sit in turn.

There are peonies that are urging to bloom beside each person, and rare species surround them. There are countless precious peonies such as Yaohuang and Erqiao, which live up to Luoyang's reputation.

Among them, there are a few extra pots of royal clothes yellow placed beside the prince.

It is a royal and noble peony specially used in the world.

Moving here at this time is also a way for the eunuch to compliment the prince.

Arriving at Song Chunjing's place, there are ordinary drunken concubine Yang and Tongzi's noodles, as well as white peonies for decoration.

Song Chunjing glanced at it and found it interesting.

I touched the winding petals of a standing white peony nearby.

He looked at the flowers, and the prince looked at him.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether the flowers were more delicate or the people were more handsome.

The prince found a trace of sobriety from his drunkenness, and thought: He actually likes Bai Mudan.

Song Chunjing thought: If these flowers are picked up in full bloom and dried, and kept as medicine, it will not be a problem to use them this autumn.

Dr. Cen said softly at the side: "Bai Mudan is not common, high-ranking officials and dignitaries feel bad, and only in Luoyang can we treat people equally."

He asked, "Does Imperial Physician Song like white peony?"

Song Chunjing replied politely: "If they are all put into the medicine storehouse, it will last for half a year, and Peony in Beijing will not be able to make such a high price."

"Oh..." Dr. Cen hurriedly cupped his hands towards him, and sighed in admiration, "You really are! It is a blessing that Tai Hospital has talents like you that complement each other and cultivate each other!"

"Don't dare to dare," Song Chunjing said modestly, "I have entered the imperial hospital and worked hard for seven or eight years. I can't even get the position of an academician. I rely on the care of my colleagues in the imperial hospital so that I won't be kicked out. "

Of course, these words are belittling himself and elevating the Tai Hospital, Dr. Cen dare not take it seriously.

However, he is so young, it is surprising that he has been in the hospital for seven or eight years.

He also thought that he suffered serious flesh injuries the day before yesterday, which could be seen as the result of torture. I am afraid that this hospital is not a kind place.

This person is not a good stubble.

Therefore, he nodded to him more politely, "Physician Song entered the imperial hospital at a young age, and was favored by the crown prince. His future is limitless, limitless."

"You are the master. The official fortune is prosperous, the prince's side concubine is favored, and the family has a great career but only values ​​you alone. The real future is limitless."

Song Chunjing nodded back and smiled slightly.

Dr. Cen told him to hold it with joy.

Picking up the wine glass, I want to respect him, "Being able to go south with the crown prince and be a companion, you and I are also destined by cultivation, I will toast you first."

Song Chunjing stared at the wine.

Dr. Cen immediately apologized, and patted himself on the forehead lightly, "I forgot that you are injured, you should not drink alcohol, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

Song Chunjing twitched the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand to pick up the cup in the shape of a peony flower, raised his hand, and poured the full glass of wine into his mouth.

He smiled slightly at Dr. Cen, and signaled him to please go ahead.

A set of movements is as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, and the raised neck is white and slender, which is smoother than the movements, and the slow-flowing stream is hidden under the neckline like a green cobblestone road.

The crown prince picked up the gold-plated wine cup and took a long gulp.

The prefect quickly drank a cup with him.

Although the wine in Luoyang is not as strong as that in Beijing, it is still spicy.

The prefect let out a "ha", picked up a handful of grapes and threw them in his mouth.

The prince didn't know where his mind had gone, and he didn't care about this loss of manner at all.

He picked up the wine glass again and drank it down again.

The prefect and Zhizhou looked at each other, and Zhizhou nodded his chin towards the dancers in the arena.

The prefect blinked knowingly.

The city of Luoyang was brightly lit with thousands of lights, and after half a night of bustling, it finally became quiet.

On the pretext of being drunk, the prince pushed for the night peony appreciation activity, and the prefect helped him into the room.

Followed by tonight's light-waisted, juicy dancer.

The dancing girl knelt on the ground and took off the prince's shoes and clothes.

The prefect Zhizhou looked at each other, and after the exchange of eyes, he smiled with a heart, and backed out.

The dancer's veil fell to the ground, revealing her round and lovely shoulders.

With slender hands, she stepped forward and untied the prince's outer shirt.

Holding a black and gold embroidered double-thorn jacket that can last three years for ordinary people, he gently put it on the screen.

The prince looked at her back cautiously.

The dancer turned around and untied the delicate bun tied behind her head, the strands of hair fell down like a waterfall, the tenderness and affection made people drunk.

She walked slowly to the side of the bed, knelt down on the ground, and looked up at the prince.

The eyebrows and eyes are all exquisite, but they are not made up.The bridge of the nose is high and the tip of the nose is small, which is not like the round and exquisite shape of ordinary Luoyang women.

Further down, there is a thin orange-red lips in the middle of the beautiful woman.

While speaking, his lips opened and closed slightly, with a bright and warm color.

Sunny, good-looking and sexy.

The prince stretched out his hand and rubbed his lips lightly, his fingertips were sticky, leaving a little lip color.

He looked at the color stained on his hands from a distance, and found it quite tasteless.

He wiped his hands in disinterest.

Wu Da stood guard at the door and listened to the movement inside.

He anxiously glanced at the room facing Imperial Physician Song, and looked in through the crack of the door with fear.

"Wuda." The person inside called out.

Uda breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes."

"I have a headache," said the prince.

Wu Da understood immediately, "This subordinate will go and invite Doctor Song right away."

Physician Song is ready to go to sleep.

He is usually used to going to bed early, but it was already very late now, and he couldn't lift his spirits up.

When I returned to the room, I quickly took off the bandages, cleaned and changed the dressings, and wrapped them up with my teeth.

After spending this little effort, it is even more difficult.

When Uda knocked on the door, he heard the sound of woodpecker chiseling.

Song Chunjing only felt that his brain was about to burst out, and his headache was about to split.

"The lower officer also has some headaches. Dr. Cen should be on duty tonight. Wuda guards, please go find him."

Wu Da stood at the door without moving, seeming very embarrassed.

Song Chunjing didn't plan to say any more, and was ready to sleep covered by the quilt.

Not long after, the door was knocked again.

Song Chunjing lifted the quilt abruptly, his face was full of impatience, his eyebrows were drawn together, the corners of his eyes and lips drooped, his face was ugly as if he was going to kill the whole family.

Standing at the door, Uda seemed to feel the killing intent.

He raised his hand hesitantly again, thinking whether to knock or not.

With a sound of "Hula", the door came in response.

Anger rushed towards his face, Wu Da put down his hand in embarrassment, and Baba called out: "Physician Song?"

Song Chunjing was wearing a coat, leaned to the side with folded arms, and leaned against the door leaf.

Hearing this, she gave a casual "hmm", and glanced at him with her thin eyelids propped up by countless eyelashes.

In the middle of the night, groggy.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether it was the night that was darker, or the pupils were darker.

"Does Physician Song have a headache? I'll come and see you."

Wu Da took a step aside, revealing the crown prince standing behind him with his hands behind his back.

The prince stood there in his unlined clothes, looked at him and asked.

The dark clouds parted, revealing the bright moon.

The courtyard is deep and the stagnant water is clear.

His eyes were immediately covered with a layer of moonlight, shining brightly.

In the middle of the night, the prince heard that his accompanying imperial physician had a headache, so he left his warm and warm daughter, Xiang, and stood at the door to watch his face.

After receiving a few sarcastic remarks, not only did he not get angry, but he also acted like an amiable officer.

Uda simply couldn't see it.

Desperately, he walked to a place where he couldn't see, squatted on the ground and thought about the long white and soft thighs of the dancing girl tonight.

Song Chunjing didn't have time to let go of his frowning eyebrows, and the prince looked straight at him.

The prince seemed to have drunk a little too much, so he ignored his bad face when he was drunk.

Taking two steps forward, he nodded his hand, "Does it still hurt?"

Song Chunjing pursed his lips and was speechless for a while.

The prince also stretched out his other hand, holding a branch of peony in his hand, the thick purple color could be clearly discerned under the moonlight.

"Wei Zi, delicate, precious, queen of flowers." He stuffed the lotus-shaped peony into Song Chunjing's arms, "better than the white peony."

After a pause, he smiled inexplicably.

Song Chunjing took half a step back.

The prince stepped over and got closer, his strong chest blocked his way, and his forward leaning body was full of aggression.

This Jin Zunyugui, His Royal Highness the crown prince, who is above ten thousand people, is possessed by some kind of demon at this moment, leaning into his ear, and softly breathed out a hot breath, "...befits you."

After finishing speaking, he raised the corner of his mouth, and smiled maliciously.

Song Chunjing removed his hand and let it hang by his side.

Following his movements, the prince took a look and moved away immediately.

The line of sight moved up slightly, all the way to the mandible carved from gold and jade, and after a pause, it landed on the lips that were still glowing orange even under the moonlight.

Song Chunjing pushed the prince away and leaned back against the door.

The door frame hit the threshold with a "click".

This small sound seemed to knock into the heart of a person.

The prince took a step forward, tightly imprisoning the man in his arms, and stretched out his arms to wrap around his waist.

"Doctor Song has read my letter of apology?" He blushed slightly and stared at the person in his arms, as if he was at a loss for a young man who was just confessing to his lover.

Such a situation is true and rarely seen in thousands of years.

The prince was drunk, bold enough to plead in a low voice: "Don't be angry..."