This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

northwest.

The housekeeper originally made up his mind to keep Shen Huan here, away from the chaos in the capital, so that the Emperor Tiangao would be at ease.

But when he saw that he was so thin that his knuckles were protruding, his heart softened and wavered again.

No matter how bad Beijing is, at least it is close to home, and I can take care of my own daily life. No matter how sad it is, I can't be so thin and weak.

Song Chunjing handed him the handkerchief and said, "You have seen the current situation. If you want to keep Young Master Shen, then we, as outsiders, will never say anything. I just hope you will consider it carefully."

The butler wiped his face with his sleeve, wiped away his tears, and then took the white cotton towel to wipe Shen Huan's face meticulously.

After crying, she finally calmed down a little, Shen Huan looked at him with half-opened red and swollen eyelids.

The housekeeper couldn't bear to see his drenched face, so he waved his hands to General Lin, "General Lin, I thought about it for a long time, and I still think..."

"I want to stay."

Everyone paused and looked at the man with a hoarse voice and a haggard face.

Shen Huan repeated it affirmatively: "I want to stay."

The housekeeper turned his head to look at him, and almost cried again, holding his thin arm with one hand, "Look at this little arm, there is no meat, there is no food or drink here." He patted the wooden bed, "The bed board is as hard as iron. Like a board, who can sleep?"

"Go home, I will cook meat for you every day when I get home," the housekeeper said anxiously, "Let's go back and take care of our health first, shall we?"

Shen Huan shook his head firmly, "I want to stay."

The butler looked him up and down again, and said "Oh!" Shen Huan interrupted the advice he was about to utter, and said in a low voice, "This is also my father's last wish."

The butler was speechless for a while, and after thinking about it, he brought back what Song Chunjing had said before, "The general's wish is for you to be safe and healthy, not for you to stay here and suffer."

"Only by suffering and suffering can one become a master," Shen Huan replied, and then asked him: "Don't you also want me to stay away from Beijing?"

The steward said anxiously: "That's because the emperor in Beijing forced you to stop studying medicine, so you had to come here from afar, if..."

"It's not him." Shen Huan twitched the corners of his mouth and gave an extremely ugly smile, then looked at Song Chunjing standing in front, "It's not him."

He lowered his eyelids, and said in a low voice but definitely: "It has nothing to do with him, it's because I am timid and want to hide my life."

The butler thought he was afraid to tell the truth, opened his mouth, Shen Huan suddenly raised his head, looked at Song Chunjing and said in front of him: "It's because I don't want to study medicine anymore."

Song Chunjing thought to himself that what he said was different from He Si's jargon.

Either Shen Huan was afraid of Li Chen and didn't dare to tell the truth, or this matter had nothing to do with Li Chen and He Sixing was hiding the truth.

What did He Sixing hide, and what role did Li Chen play in this matter?

Shen Huan stared at him, opened his mouth, and said softly: "Doctor Song, are you happy?"

Are you happy to learn that the person behind the scenes is not Li Chen?

You don't need to apologize for him anymore, and you don't need to accept me as an apprentice. Are you happy?

Song Chunjing understood the meaning of his words, and frowned slightly.

Shen Huan lowered his head, let out a breath with a wry smile.

Song Chunjing suppressed his expression, looked at him and said, "The general's coffin has not been buried, and the stone tablet has not yet fallen. You still need to go back and prepare for the affairs in the general's mansion."

Shen Huan raised his head and looked at the butler, who nodded, "Don't dare to lay the soil privately, the tombstone is still empty."

If Shen Huan is alive, the person who erected the monument is Shen Huan. If Shen Huan is dead, then a dark line frame should be added to the right side of the tombstone to indicate that the descendant is deceased.

It is even more necessary to set up a side room next to the tomb, and put the bones or clothes in it later.

Shen Huan was silent for a long time, without raising his drooping head, he said: "The butler is the master, I... will not go back, lest I feel sad when I see you."

You will be sad if you don't see it, but seeing it with your own eyes is not a sad way at all.

Butler: "King Li has already been sentenced to death. The emperor may have a lot of affairs about the general, including the inheritance of the title in two years when you are older. It should not embarrass our family in the short term, let alone Song..."

He said with difficulty: "Physician Song will also take care of you, how many points can you get..."

"No need to say any more."

Shen Huan interrupted him, and shook his head stubbornly, "I've already made up my mind."

Song Chunjing kept watching, and called out in a low voice, "Shen Huan!"

Shen Huan subconsciously paused and pricked up his ears, waiting to hear what he said.

Song Chunjing didn't reprimand him with any serious words, but restrained the fluctuating emotions in his tone, and said:

"The death of the general is not good. When you go back, you should wear filial piety and wear filial piety. If you want to stay in the northwest, you can stay for as long as you want to deal with the funeral. But now, you should go back."

Shen Huan's throat moved and he swallowed a little saliva. He didn't care about the others, and only picked out a sentence: "...What is a bad look?"

Song Chunjing stood straight and did not answer.

So he turned his head and looked at the butler: "What do you mean?"

The housekeeper didn't want to say it at first, because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear it, but Song Chunjing said it directly, and he heard it suddenly, his head was crushed by a boulder, and his heart throbbed in pain.

In Shen Huan's sight, he took a deep breath.

"...All of them have been found. The bodywork has been properly sewn up, put on clothes to cover up the traces, and scrubbed clean."

Turning his gaze around, he avoided Shen Huan's probing gaze, and said softly without answering questions.

Although he deliberately slowed down his voice, he also focused on comforting Shen Huan.

But Shen Huan's pupils shook a few times, but he still couldn't accept it.

As long as he thought about that scene, he felt a sharp pain in his heart and fainted before his eyes.

I dare not continue to ask.

In the end, he looked at Song Chunjing and General Li as if asking for proof. Song Chunjing had his back to him and couldn't see his expression clearly. General Lin paused and lowered his eyelids.

Default.

Song Chunjing's face softened a little, and he continued: "I have said everything that needs to be said, and you can think about the rest."

Shen Huan looked at him, tears in his eyes dried up, very dry.

Song Chunjing took a deep breath, held it in his chest, and finally said: "If you insist on not going back, I will follow you. When others say you are ungrateful and ungrateful, you will bear it yourself."

Beijing.

"It's the tenth day."

Said the emperor who got up before dawn and stayed in Zhan's office to read the memorial.

Yan Zhen: "Master Song is back today."

Hearing that Li Chen had a gentle look on his face, like a hard stone covered with a layer of amber gel, soft and harmless.

This is so rare, Yan Zhen was infected by his emotions and laughed too.

Li Chen glanced at the sky outside, and looked towards the direction of Chunjiao Temple to the north.

Yan Zhen said in a low voice: "Most of the hall has been moved, and there are some small objects left, just waiting for a carriage to be pulled there."

Li Chen exhaled slowly.

"If you have to delay until the last day, can't he come back sooner?"

Even so, there was not even a hint of complaint on his face.

Yan Zhen: "It's good if I can come back. The journey is long, and it's tiring to travel too much."

"That's right," Li Chen thought for a while, then leaned back on the chair with a relaxed body: "Forget it."

He had breakfast and continued to review memorials.

The memorial is updated every day, and it is piled up in a pile half the height of a person. If it is replaced with bricks, it may crush people to death.

Li Chen took two books, but he couldn't read them no matter what, his heart was as disorganized as grass.

After a while, he couldn't even sit still, "How long has it been?"

Yan Zhen had to answer once in a quarter of an hour, so he kept pinching the time, and immediately replied: "Chen's time is a quarter of an hour away."

"Chenshi," Li Chen sighed, "It's only Chenshi."

He tried his best to restrain his beating heart, calmed down, and continued to review the memorials that the president could not finish.

northwest.

After the wet and cold early morning, and the hottest before noon, this is the most suitable time.

Even the wind that blows becomes a gentle touch.

Song Chunjing carried the medicine box on his back and wore the cloak he had when he came, and came with Wu Da to bid farewell to General Lin.

There were a few fewer people in the tent than in the morning, and General Lin was the only one who was of some importance.

Song Chunjing raised his hand to salute him, and said to General Lin: "Since the general's mansion is here, the officials will not meddle in your mansion's affairs, so I will leave and return to Beijing."

The words were still polite, the housekeeper sat on the low stool by the bed and watched over Shen Huan, and ignored the words.

General Lin was happy that he was able to leave, and he still said politely: "It's not too late to leave after two more days. I've been nestled in the camp all day, and I didn't even get a glimpse of the scenery in the northwest."

Song Chunjing declined respectfully: "No, there are only a few days off, and it's time to start classes."

He stood up straight and took a look at Wu Da. Last night, Wu Da was worried about how he should urge Song Chunjing to leave, but he didn't expect that the problem would be solved after a night of sleep.

"It was originally a good intention to help the general's mansion find someone, so as to comfort the general's spirit in heaven," Uda said along with him very understandingly: "Since the housekeeper is here, I can't wait to intervene, so let's go now." .”

General Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, the people who came out of the "Easy Nest" Taiyuan Hospital in Beijing were thoughtful and sharp-tongued, and their every sentence could be nailed to the key points.

What's even more surprising is that it still makes people think that it cannot be refuted, and there is nothing wrong with it.

General Lin, who has been guarding the border for 20 years, has become an old fritter, and he is often so respectful and decent that he is speechless.

Shen Huan didn't mention the bastard things Chen Kuo did, so he also pretended not to know and didn't mention it.

The main reason is that he is afraid that the person who comes will deal with him if he finds out. After all, he is someone who has been with him for many years, so he is somewhat defensive.

Now, when Zha Ran heard that Song Chunjing was going to leave, his heart suddenly became brighter and lighter.

"Since the two of you have business to do, I won't hold you back anymore." After speaking, he sighed and made a regretful expression.

Song Chunjing watched from the side.

After he finished speaking, he was afraid that the two of them would climb along the pole, regretted it and would not leave, so he waved his hand and told the person by the door, "Prepare some dry food and send the two of you out."

"Don't bother me," Uda said.

He rolled his eyes inwardly, and deliberately said: "Go back and finish your work, call a few more people, and come to enjoy the scenery of the northwest."

General Lin heard that this was implying that others bullied more than others, and that he would bring others to make trouble if he had the opportunity.

He recalled that although he had been wary of him in the past few days, he did not do anything disrespectful or perfunctory, so he smiled and said, "Waiting for the Lord Commander to come at any time."

Wu Da let out a rough nostril, glanced at Song Chunjing, and said with his eyes: Shall we go now?

Song Chunjing nodded slightly.

Finally being able to return to Beijing for work, Wu Da almost went crazy with joy.

Immediately, his expression became much lighter. Regardless of past hatred, he raised his hand towards General Lin, "General, while the weather is fine, I will leave later."

Song Chunjing also clasped his hands and bowed his head: "I have disturbed you for a few days, so I will leave."

General Lin returned the salute and exchanged a fistful.

As Song Chunjing walked out, Shen Huan looked at his back.

I thought that he really came for the emperor, and now that I know that this matter has nothing to do with the emperor, I can't wait to leave.

At the same time, there was another voice in his heart that kept denying: No!Who is Song Chunjing? He has always been approached by others, so why is he so busy with other people's affairs?

The half-grown boy's Adam's apple looms, moving up and down while swallowing saliva.

Song Chunjing was about to go out when he heard a half-sad and half-mute voice from behind: "...Master"

With a slight vibrato.

Song Chunjing paused and turned around.

He didn't move, remained silent for a moment, and said to Shen Huan, "You are no longer young, you can decide whether to go back or stay, but I hope you can think carefully about it."

He has persuaded a lot before, and he has said all he can say, and there is really no new words.

Shen Huan knew that this was not easy for him.

Even if he didn't say anything at this moment, he left as if he didn't hear, and he was blameless.

I don't know which nerve Shen Huan's word "Master" stirred up in him to make him say this rare thing again.

It could already be called consolation.

Song Chunjing nodded slightly to meet his gaze without avoiding it, "I'm going first, if you go back to Beijing, you can go to the Imperial Hospital to find me."

Shen Huan looked at him, unable to move his eyes away.

Wu Da took a step ahead and opened the door curtain. Song Chunjing lowered his head and walked out.

The door curtain was lowered, and even the hem of the jet-black cloak woven with gold and flowers could not be seen.

Shen Huan stared at his slightly moving door curtain, thinking that this is Song Chunjing, this is Song Chunjing.

If you are out of tune, he will reprimand you at most, and when you want to continue listening, you will not analyze other pros and cons.

No explanation, right or wrong, it's up to you to decide.

After you decide, although I don't refute you, I don't support you either.

At most, I would like to advise you a few more words.

Even if benevolent to the utmost.