This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

The general's waist was twisted a few days ago when he got up and punched in the morning. It was not a serious problem at first, just get more rest.

It's just that he didn't take it too seriously, and insisted on getting up early to practice swords for several days.

getting more serious.

Today I finally couldn't stand it anymore and fell down.

He couldn't walk, so he asked someone to change the open-air seat into a one-person long one, and he was carried by someone, lying on it, and carried to the Song Mansion.

If I went early, I was worried that I was in time for dinner, and if I was late, I was worried that Song Chunjing had fallen asleep.

So it was neither too early nor too late, and went out as soon as it got dark.

Take the time.

The butler stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The boy who came to open the door was startled when he saw the general lying motionless.

Rolling and crawling to report back.

The general is different from the last time he disguised himself to deceive others.

He was half dead from the injury, so he went to see a doctor in person.

Within three days, it should spread throughout the capital.

Over there, Song Chunjing really didn't sleep, cleaned up, and was about to go to bed.

After listening to the report, he pulled a hair in a hasty bundle, half covered his hair, and came out wrapped in a thick blanket.

"Master Song is asleep?" The general was lying on his back, looking at him with his head tilted.

Eyes full of anticipation.

The group of them walked for a long time at night, and their bodies were covered with cold air.

Song Chunjing wrapped himself up a little tighter, "General, aren't you afraid of outsiders' gossip?"

The general is old, and his body is still strong, but when he doesn't deliberately handle it, he is just an old man who is stronger than ordinary people.

The general chuckled, "I was injured, and I heard that Song Tai Physician is very skilled in medicine, and I'm too busy to see you during the day, so I come to steal your time at night, and see the doctor openly."

I can't see the sadness of being hurt at all.

On the contrary, I was very happy and very happy.

Shen Huan ran out from the next room, "Father!"

Happily threw herself beside him.

He moved a little further away, looked at his outfit, frowned and asked, "What happened?"

He was neatly dressed and energetic, and it seemed that he hadn't slept yet.

The general asked, "Are you ready to sleep yet?"

Shen Huan felt a little embarrassed, "I haven't finished memorizing today's homework."

His father and son looked at Song Chunjing together.

Song Chunjing leaned on the chair, except that he felt a little cold, and didn't react at all.

The general said: "Okay, reading more books is good."

The father and son hadn't seen each other for many days, Shen Huan didn't feel it at first, but when they met suddenly, he suddenly felt sad.

"Dad, I miss you."

"If you don't want to give up, you can go back to the general's residence." Song Chunjing said.

What an emotionless killer.

Chen Huan held back tears and shook his head.

One side is my father, and the other side is my master.

He was actually a little confused.

But I knew in my heart that my father was doing it for my own good, and my master was also very good.

But it is not the same good method.

Dad cares about everything, but Master only cares about reasoning.

And a little cold.

But sometimes it is very gentle, and I will take myself to see plum blossoms.

This kind of tenderness is rare, and it is extremely precious.

Shen Huan felt weird.

The general didn't answer, and said "Ouch", "My old waist!"

"Hurry up, hurry up," he said to Song Chunjing in pain and intolerance, "Show me if I'm paralyzed right now?"

Song Chunjing stretched out a hand from under the thick blanket, and quickly pressed several places on his waist.

Visibly relieved.

"It's okay, rest now."

The general also breathed a sigh of relief, "The doctor of the Song Dynasty was too perfunctory and didn't give him any treatment."

"It smells like medicine. I think Imperial Physician Zhao has massaged you, and the situation is very good now." Song Chunjing took back the part of his hand again.

Wrapped himself tightly again.

The father and son looked at each other again.

"General, if you have nothing else to do, I'll go to bed first." Song Chunjing hurried away.

The general was about to speak, but Song Chunjing said again: "Shen Huan has also learned some medical skills, and he can also see patients."

This……

The general lowered his head and smiled.

"Wait for the general, you can do what you want. You don't have to come and talk to the officials." Song Chunjing really left.

He pretended to drive away the guests, but in fact he gave time to the father and son.

After he entered the back room, the general said to Shen Huan: "You master, you are not forgiving, but your heart is not bad."

Shen Huan knelt on the ground and took his hand.

In the end it was young, the tears were about to come out, the general reached out and wiped him, "Have you worked hard?"

Shen Huan nodded.

Shaking his head again.

"My son is smart and strong," said the general, "he will have great achievements in the future."

Chen Huan tried hard to hold back tears, pursed his lips, and nodded vigorously.

The moon is bright in the middle of the night.

The candle ignited by itself.

Song Chunjing suffered from insomnia.

He is a hibernating serpent, and when the time comes he will rest.

Otherwise, it seems to have been sucked out of the soul and depressed.

This time, he opened his eyes and stared blankly in the candlelight for a long time.

Someone knocked softly on the door.

Song Chunjing was taken aback.

The outsider said: "Young Master, Steward Yan from the East Palace has come and said he has something important to do."

At this point, it is not a happy event when people come from the East Palace.

Song Chunjing was stunned for a moment, and the candle "cracked" and exploded, calling his soul back.

"Did you say something?"

"I said to give you something, the crown prince told me that it must be handed over to you as soon as possible." The boy replied.

Song Chunjing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Things are brought in, but people are sent away," Song Chunjing said.

After a short while, the boy left and returned, and handed the things into Song Chunjing's hands.

It was a mahogany box, the surface was polished and smooth, carved with complicated patterns, and then soaked in pine oil and dried to seal the patterns inside.

Extremely delicate.

Song Chunjing opened it, and inside was a writing brush, an envelope folded into the size of a box, and a small round silver box, which was tightly sealed.

I opened it and saw that it was black ink.

At the bottom is a letter.

a letter.

thin.

Song Chunjing picked it up and looked at it. The faint fragrance of pine wood was mixed with a little ink fragrance.

He put the box on the table and opened the letter.

Chun Jinger:

Long time no see, I miss you very much.

As expected, there are many beautiful women in the south, but you can't think about it.

If you look closely, although your skin is white, it is not as smooth as yours; although your eyebrows are beautiful, it is not as radiant as yours; although your waist is thin, it is not as smooth and natural as yours...

In short, I didn't miss Shu happily, but I was like an arrow to return to my heart.

……

The following is just some daily news.

Song Chunjing watched it patiently.

At the end of the letter, I asked, how are you doing recently?

There is also a line of small characters at the bottom, which is slightly different from the font above, and it looks much sharper when written:

Be sure to reply to this letter!

I'm afraid you'll be too lazy to play tricks, and I've prepared a pen, ink, paper, etc., just write and write.

With a sneer on Song Chunjing's lips, he finished reading the flirting letter.

He lay on the bed for a while and still couldn't fall asleep.

Then he got up and wiped his face, sat at the small table and picked up the pen in the box.

He looked at it for a while, then lightly dipped in ink.

The ink is even and smooth, with just a touch, it gathers on the tip of the brush, full and moist.

He looked at it for a while, pressed the flat paper, and wrote: "Spring hunting is coming, it's cold and windy, I don't really want to go."

Just this line.

When you're done, put it in an envelope.

Call the servant and tell him to send it to the East Palace and hand it over to Yan Zhen tomorrow.

The little servant scratched his head, but said: "The villain just went to see it, but Mr. Yan is still standing outside the gate and hasn't left, can I give it to him now?"

Song Chunjing was a little ashamed.

Lightly and lightly, he nodded.

Yan Zhen held the letter, as if holding the prince's heart.

Be careful not to wrinkle.

After returning home, he immediately recruited a horseman who was good at riding horses, and went out of the city overnight, heading south.

The letter floated across mountains, rivers, and crowded seas, flying like flying, and arrived in the hands of the prince the next day.

Same night.

The prince withdrew several people, leaving only one bodyguard.

Wu Da, the captain of the guard of the Eastern Palace and the chief cavalry officer.

He was tall, with thin eyelids, and a stern face.

Looking at him with a serious face, his master carefully unfolded the envelope.

The prince finished it at a glance.

He was wearing single clothes, which were made of expensive heavenly silk, and the hem was wet and not yet dry.

It got wet when I went to inspect the water during the day.

It is near the water here, so it is damp and sticky. It is wet day and night, and there is no one who can't dry it out.

It dries faster when worn on the body, so the prince is not in a hurry to replace it.

The letter was held by his slender fingertips, and he read it over and over several times.

Finally, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled almost invisible.

The prince doesn't smile often.

If you laugh, it's mostly when you're having fun or when you want to kill someone.

Uda is facing an enemy.

He quietly glanced at the envelope on the table.

Bare, without writing any words.

Uda thought for a while, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

The prince glanced at him, "What's the matter, I was surprised."

Wu Da: "This is the reply letter from Imperial Physician Song, right? It arrived so soon, it must have been written overnight."

These words were improper and slapped on the flattery, which greatly pleased the prince.

The smile on his face deepened.

Like frozen water, young and handsome.

Uda knew he must have guessed right.

"Okay," the prince exhaled, and said leisurely, "Call everyone back, let's continue to discuss and discuss what to use to block the dam collapse, this is a terrible thing."

The previous moment might have been the worst thing, but looking at his state now, one can see that he is very relaxed, even a little happy.

"Didn't you just say you'd rest tonight?" Wu Da was a little puzzled.

The prince said: "Go if you are told."

He held the letter in his hand and rubbed it unconsciously. The paper was fine and smooth, but he still felt the tiny particles hidden inside.

Passed to the fingertips and numb.

"After finishing the matter in the past few days, let's go back to Beijing earlier," he said with a smile, "Go back before Spring Hunting."