This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

For the emperor's first breakfast in the palace, the imperial dining room showed his talents. Knowing that it was a meal for two people, he insisted on setting up a full table, and served a total of 72 soup dishes for breakfast.

Song Chunjing felt full after eating two mouthfuls of each dish, and only after he drank half a bowl of soup did he put down his chopsticks completely.

Li Chen waited for him to wipe his hands before he asked casually, "Do you still remember what Zhao Yicai told you about the Empress Dowager Ceremony?"

Song Chunjing thought about it carefully, and then said: "I can't remember clearly, the emperor asked Mr. Zhao to come and say it again."

"Okay, let me tell you again." Li Chen said.

Song Chunjing was puzzled, and suggested: "I might as well tell you directly, so as not to save my minister from being clumsy and unclear."

Li Chen didn't know what he thought of, so he lowered his head and laughed, and looked at his mouth with malicious intent, "Physician Song is very eloquent and has a very flexible tongue, but he is not stupid at all."

Song Chunjing: "..."

He was drunk yesterday and couldn't remember what happened, but he also knew that there must be nothing good.

"Yan Zhen." Li Chen called out immediately without waiting for his response.

Yan Zhen happened to be away, and Wu Da immediately appeared at the door, "Director Yan has gone to the internal prison, Your Majesty."

Li Chen asked casually, "What are you doing?"

"Maybe we should pick some smart little eunuchs." Wu Da guessed.

Li Chen didn't take it to heart, and said, "Go and bring Zhao Yicai."

"Yes."

Uda agreed and went to bring someone.

Song Chunjing stood up, feeling sore all over his body and having a splitting headache, "Your Majesty, hurry up, my minister has gone to the imperial hospital."

"It's too close to the hospital. Even if you walk there, you'll be there in a short time. You don't have to go so early."

Song Chunjing: "..."

Only then did he take a serious look at the furnishings in Chunjiao Hall, and felt that the wall facing the door was a little wider, and everything else was exactly the same as in his impression.

Li Chen ate and let him look at him.

"...No," Song Chunjing said suspiciously, "This is..."

"Imperial Palace." Li Chen said.

Song Chunjing recalled that he had a splitting headache last night, and his stomach also felt bloated. He tried hard to think about it, but he couldn't think of anything.

That's the downside of a hangover.

Drunk for a while, cool for a while.

After having a good time, I can't slow down for two days.

"Isn't this the Spring Pepper Hall?" He gave up thinking and asked directly.

"Yes," Li Chen said, "See if it's much different from the one in the East Palace?"

Song Chunjing's eyebrows twitched, he probably understood.

"The emperor is really rich and powerful. He promises to build a palace, and he moved in when he said he would move in." He praised not very sincerely.

"..." Li Chen: "Otherwise, I have worked so hard to build it, and I will lose it if I lose it?"

"That's impossible," he smiled at Song Chunjing, "I'm still counting on it to please Imperial Physician Song, hoping that Imperial Physician Song can live in the palace permanently in the future."

Song Chunjing should not.

After a while, he coughed and cleared his throat, "Your Majesty,"

When the words landed, Wu Da came in with Zhao Yicai, "The old minister pays homage to the emperor!"

Zhao Yicai was so active that he didn't even need to take it with him. As soon as Wu Da went out, he ran into him head-on.

Hearing that he was there to invite him, I was so happy that my legs were no longer lame, my eyes were not blurred, and I ran forward with the wind on my feet.

"It's just in time," Li Chen signaled the palace servants to lift him up a stool, glanced at Song Chunjing, motioned him to sit down, and said, "I've almost forgotten about the Empress Dowager Ceremony, you can talk about it later."

Zhao Yicai looked at Song Chunjing hesitantly.

Song Chunjing hesitated and still wanted to leave, but Li Chen said firmly, "Sit down."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Song Chunjing was not overbearing, and sat down immediately after being kind.

Zhao Yicai let out a long breath, with a kind smile on his old face, "This posthumous ceremony is..."

"This post ceremony has nothing to do with us," the butler of the General's Mansion poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Shen Huan's eyes, and said, "When you ascend the throne to worship your ancestors, go to the Temple of Heaven to pray for blessings, and return to the Hall of Supreme Harmony, then the time will come." You can stay in the palace and wait for the emperor to return, and you don't have to go to the conferment ceremony."

Shen Huan nodded, picked up the tea, and took a sip.

He didn't like to drink tea at first, but when he got home, he thought about it, so he washed his hands and brewed a pot.

Taught by the general.

The first way is to burn incense to get rid of delusions.

The second course is cup washing, and the third course is cold soup.

Then pour tea, moisten tea, flush water, make tea, and finally serve tea at the eighth stage, which is regarded as brewing.

As he thought about it carefully, his brows and eyes no longer had the same high spirits as before.

After suffering and suffering, the thin flesh on his body fell off, and he lost a lot of weight, which made the person slightly taller.

It seems to have grown up in a few days.

Shen Huan put down the teacup, and touched the large and heavy tea table decorations below.

I haven't noticed it for half a year, and the desktop is more black and blue than before, just like the human heart, heavy.

From the peonies in the bushes to the gazebo on the top of the mountain, the century-old mahogany is cool to the touch, smooth and firm.

If you light a piece of agarwood, you can see the white smoke billowing down, flowing down the sink to the spring pool at the far end of the table.

After drinking a cup of tea, the top of the mountain sinks and burns out, leaving a trail of ashes, and the spring pool is also filled with white smoke.

If the general was present at this time, he would blow the white smoke lightly on Shen Huan's face.

……

Shen Huan lowered his head and closed his eyes.

The butler also cleared his dry throat, "General Lin said that he will go to pay homage to the general later, shall we go and wait?"

Shen Huan nodded and stood up.

He glanced at the half cup of tea left on the table, didn't dare to stop for a moment, and walked away quickly.

Autumn has just emerged, and the general's mansion has only been cleaned for more than ten days, and it is exhausted, with some withered and yellow weeds growing in the corners.

The white silk on the door button on the beam has not been removed, making it even more desolate and decadent.

The housekeeper beat the slack servants and changed a group of people to clean up. After half a day of hard work, he managed to clean up a more energetic appearance.

The general's cemetery is located in the Qiuyuan Mausoleum, next to the tombs of the princes of the past dynasties.

Pretty decent.

General Lin took the battalion commander and several army commanders to pay homage together. Shen Huan was kneeling at the tomb and throwing paper money into the pot with the tiled porcelain body.

He didn't cry, and couldn't tell what expression was on his face, he just stared at the brazier silently.

When the wind blows, I stretch out my hand to block it, and when the wind is gone, I continue to be in a trance.

General Lin took off his cloak and put it on his shoulders, and patted him comfortingly, "Don't be too sad."

Shen Huan wiped his tearless eyes, stood up and saluted him, "Uncle Lin."

This title shortened the distance between them all of a sudden, and even made General Lin feel ashamed.

He let out an "ah", looking at the lonely and frail young man and the cold tombstone behind him, his nose soured uncontrollably.

He took out the gift he brought with him and placed it in front of the stele, then knelt down and kowtowed three times.

I said in my heart: Brother, I am sorry for you, and made him feel wronged.From now on, with me taking care of him, I will ensure that he grows up safely.

Several battalion commanders and soldiers who followed him knelt down and saluted together.

Shen Huan returned the gifts one by one.

General Lin got up and patted him on the shoulder again, Shen Huan returned a difficult smile.

"Good boy." General Lin said.

The rest of the people got up together, and there was dust and loess on their knees, and no one cleaned it.

Shen Huan said: "Will Uncle Lin enter the palace tomorrow?"

"Yes," General Lin agreed, and asked him again, "Are you going into the palace with us? It's good to have someone to take care of you."

If we talk about taking care of him, it is also taking care of Shen Huan unilaterally. After all, he is an embarrassing status, so it is easy to ignore the past when we go together, and everything will be fine when we come back after a stroll.

But Shen Huan said: "No, I have something to do tomorrow, and I won't be able to enter the palace until later, so I won't go with you."

He is in the period of wearing filial piety, and it is really not suitable for walking in the crowd. Lin Jian thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, I will come to you again before the grand ceremony."

Shen Huan agreed, and bowed respectfully to the others: "Uncles, Shen Huan lost his fortune at a young age, and I am grateful for everyone's protection, thank you in advance."

Several battalion commanders dare not be the only son of the general's mansion, but they can accept the gift of the nephew.

The older they are, the more tolerant they are to the younger generation. After receiving the ceremony, they said:

"Should be."

"...You're welcome."

"Get up quickly!"

Someone helped him up, and Shen Huan saluted again, this time it turned into seeing off the guests: "I haven't had a good time with my father since I came back, let's talk, everyone..."

Several people considered his situation without putting themselves in their place, nodded in agreement, and decided to leave.

"We need to think more about going back to the northwest. Let's not mention this for now. It's important to deal with the general's affairs first." General Lin said.

"Yes." Shen Huan obediently responded.

General Lin was also about to leave: "If you have something to do, you can also find me at home."

Shen Huan agreed again.

After sending the person away, he loosened his shoulders and let out a sigh of relief.

The paper money in the brazier was burned out, and he put some in it to re-ignite. The flame caught the wind and burned quickly.

"……father."

He reached out and took out a neatly folded piece of paper.

The paper was thin and thin, and the edges were rubbed with some fine fluff, which was caused by wearing it on the body every day.

He squeezed it tightly, looked at the flame swaying in the wind again, and called out in a daze, "Father."

The nasal cavity was sore, a hot current rushed down, and the eyes were instantly stinging, and then blurred.

The tragedy came so quickly.

He tried his best to open his eyes, the canthus stretched round, revealing the pink waterline inside, and the half of the tears filled inside.

When the wind picked up, he didn't dare to blink, and still kept his eyes open.

After a while, the cool wind dried the tears, leaving only a little tear stain in the corner of the eye.

He breathed a sigh of relief, knelt on the ground and started throwing paper money into the basin again.

There is no other sound heard in the huge garden mausoleum, only the sound of flames licking paper and a few occasional sparrows.

The boy's frail back was facing the tall and thick tombstone, making him look even smaller.

The tombstone records the general's life and battles, his age and official position, and two words of flattery are added, and the last corner is inscribed: The filial son Shen Huan erected the monument.

Next to it is an even smaller line of small characters: Yu Chenghe first year.

The new emperor ascended the throne, changed the name of the country to Chenghe, and began to call it the first year.

Shen Huan went over and touched the words on the tombstone.

The cloak was dragged on the ground, the other end was connected to the shoulders and neck, and the other end was covered with dust and dust.

"Father, my son is back." Shen Huan said hoarsely.

Tears finally fell down, falling on a corner of the base of the stele, and dizzy to the size of a finger belly in the blink of an eye.

Shen Huan reached out to wipe, but wiped more and more, teardrops formed a thread and fell down.

He paused, his shoulders slumped, and he stopped and lay down in the corner of the stele, crying loudly.

"father--"

The letter paper in his hand fell to the ground and was blown by the wind.

Inside, the handwriting was scrawled and thick with ink, and there were only a few short sentences:

My son, Shen Huan, is smart and studious. When I arrive in the northwest, I hope that my colleagues will take care of him for a while. The old man will return to Beijing to escort him first, and he will chase after him in a few days.

In the palace, Song Chunjing listened to Zhao Yicai's explanation. Although he didn't say a word, he felt the same. His throat was dry and painful, which was very uncomfortable.

But Li Chen still sat in his original position and listened seriously.

He had no choice but to endure.

Zhao Yicai finally finished speaking, and Song Chunjing was the first to breathe a sigh of relief, "Your Majesty, the court has ordered you not to be late, and it's almost time, so I won't bother you any more, so I will leave."

Zhao Yicai looked at him with his mouth open, thinking that he was waiting to ask for the emperor's pulse after he finished speaking, but unexpectedly, he left after listening without asking for the pulse.

He couldn't understand the reason why the imperial doctor appeared here.

Song Chunjing had already walked to the door, Li Chen stood up, Zhao Yicai hurriedly stopped him, "Your Majesty," he shouted with a long hoarse voice as if someone had stepped on his neck, "Your Majesty still has a little bit of courage." The important thing was not made clear—"

Li Chen: "..."

He turned his head and looked out through the window. Song Chunjing had already taken advantage of the gap and left the gate of Chunjiao Palace.

The Tai Hospital ate very late at Fengyaolou last night, and they all drank too much wine.

This morning, there was no eye socket swelling, my whole body was weak, and I was lethargic. When I walked, I dragged my feet heavily, and the medicine box on my back staggered, like a turtle carrying a heavy shell.

As soon as Song Chunjing entered, everyone greeted last night's master Jin politely and feebly: "Hello, Doctor Song."

"Okay." Song Chunjing returned the greetings one by one, and walked towards his table.

Liu Zixian rubbed his temples, prescribed two prescriptions for himself, and boiled half a pot of medicinal soup.

He put half a bowl on the table and said: "Drink it, drink it, it will make you feel better."

Everyone thanked everyone, and the hospital was filled with joy.

Song Chunjing passed by him, took the half bowl he handed over, and saw that the color was not very tasty.

"Look at the color of your eyes, you didn't sleep well last night, did you?" Liu Zixian urged expectantly: "Drink, your head won't hurt after drinking."

After he finished speaking, he looked around, seeing that no one was staring at him, so he took out a brocade bag and stuffed it into Song Chunjing's hand, "Eat this after drinking."

Song Chunjing squeezed roughly, like a few pieces of hard candy.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to return it to him, Liu Zixian pushed it down, "You're welcome, what kind of etiquette do we both care about?"

Song Chunjing: "..."

Xu Zhuo stayed in the corner, looked at them coldly, then snorted and turned his eyes away.

Liu Zixian glared at him immediately. Seeing that Song Chunjing didn't respond in the blink of an eye, he took him by the arm and walked aside, looking for a leeward corner, "Have you heard?"

Song Chunjing: "?"

Liu Zixian said quietly: "That Li Wang... It is said that he didn't commit suicide, but..."

With his back facing the outside, with his fingers on his waist, he pointed backwards at Xu Zhuo whose back was facing him, grinning his teeth and said, "It was he... who gave the medicine, and he died at that time."

Song Chunjing didn't look at who he was referring to, and pushed his hand down, "The imperial hospital has many eyes and ears, and the morning is the time when the maids come and go the most. If it's not good to be overheard, Imperial Physician Liu don't talk about it."

"Yes, yes, yes," Liu Zixian turned his head and looked around, he was relieved to see no one nearby, "I'll talk to you in detail after work."

Song Chunjing didn't want to listen carefully, seeing his strong desire to share, he smiled and nodded.

The bronze bell in the courtyard rang, officially going to work.

After the court judge explained today's main points, he saw Liu Zixian leaning next to Song Chunjing, and opened his mouth.

Liu Zixian thought he was about to be scolded, and was about to go back to his seat in despair, but the court judge took a look at them and said nothing.

So Liu Zixian stood beside Song Chunjing in an aboveboard manner.

The apprentices outside the window had already begun to pick and dry medicinal materials. Liu Zixian glanced at him and said "Ai" to him, "See, the tallest one outside, I'll take him in as my apprentice."

Song Chunjing took a look, but couldn't see who it was, and boasted: "He's very smart, he's a good seedling, and Imperial Physician Liu must teach him well."

"Naturally," Liu Zixian laughed.

There was a sound outside the window, and through the window fan, someone stood outside and whispered, "Doctor Song, do you have anything to order today?"

It's He Sixing.

"Come in and talk." Song Chunjing said.

Liu Zixian asked softly, "Have you accepted him?"

Song Chun nodded.

He Sixing didn't dare to come in at first, although he had already told the truth clearly and apologized and admitted his mistakes, but some things can't be solved by apologizing.

Also, he was very afraid that Song Chunjing had developed a grudge against him.

"Come with me later to ask the emperor for a safe pulse, and then go to the medicinal material warehouse to count the quantity. There is nothing else to do today." Song Chunjing watched him hesitantly walk in, and said calmly.

"Yes," He Sixing agreed in a low voice.

He hung his head, not daring to lift it up, only staring at his feet.

Song Chunjing: "Don't you want to go?"

"No, no," He Sixing immediately raised his head and waved his hands. Seeing Song Chunjing looking at him, he drooped his shoulders in discouragement, "I just..."

"Shen Huan also made mistakes, as long as he can correct them, it's nothing." Song Chunjing said to him, "A gentleman is not afraid of making mistakes, he is afraid of making mistakes and refuses to admit them, and he is afraid of making mistakes and refuses to correct them."

With some moisture in He Sixing's eyes, he bit his lip and nodded.

"...Thank you, Doctor Song, I, I understand."

At this moment, the entire imperial hospital was busy going to various palaces to ask for pulse. When it was the most chaotic, Song Chunjing thought about it and said, "Then let's go now."

He Sixing said "Ah" in surprise, Song Chunjing had already taken the lead.

He Sixing took the initiative to carry the medicine box on his back, and followed behind him step by step.

Liu Zixian was talking to his apprentice in the courtyard, and when he saw him coming out, he went up to him, "Walk around, there are too many people, and when I come back later, it will be clear, and I will continue talking to you."

He talked a lot on weekdays, and he often dragged Song Chunjing to talk non-stop. Song Chunjing had just asked for more than ten days off, and he choked up his words, wishing he could get rid of them all in one breath.

Hearing this, Song Chunjing nodded dumbfounded.

The two walked in front side by side, and the two apprentices followed behind with their respective teachers' medicine boxes on their backs.

After walking a certain distance, the noise from behind disappeared, Liu Zixian said: "After the emperor's draft is over and the nobles enter the palace, at least I will be in charge of the four, and then I will be busy."

He sighed, and said enviously: "You only need to ask the emperor for pulse, that's great."

Song Chunjing was speechless for a moment, bowed his head and smiled.

Liu Zixian looked at him and smiled, and unconsciously followed suit, "In the future, my father will retire. If you are the judge, I will definitely obey your arrangement."

Song Chunjing raised his eyes to look at him, and then said kindly, "Farewell, I'm afraid I won't be able to take on the heavy responsibility of being a court judge. You should work hard and get promoted sooner or later. It's not difficult to be a court judge."

According to the law, a low-ranking official cannot talk about a high-ranking official, but an imperial doctor can't talk about court judgments, but a son can talk about his father with his friends.

Liu Zixian said happily: "I hope my father can live a few more years."

Fortunately, the court did not hear.

Otherwise, they would think that their son was cursing themselves.

Song Chunjing heard it, tilted his head and smiled again.

The morning sun crossed the palace wall and sprinkled on the backs of the four people, big and small. The palace road towered on both sides, like the two ends of a painting.

Four long figures were cast on the ground, walking slowly along with the pace.