This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

All the officials continued to eat, without Li Chen present, it was like a cage without shackles, completely releasing all the beasts locked in their hearts, drinking and talking for a while, laughter and laughter resounded throughout the imperial garden .

Sitting in the middle of the table, Shen Huan ate a few mouthfuls of delicate dishes, and then watched the maiko on the pillar set up swinging her sleeves and dancing.

He came here on behalf of the General's Mansion, and he was a determined Xijue. The table was very close to the front, but he took the initiative to move the seat back a little to show his modesty. In this way, he happened to be sitting very close to the soldiers from the northwest. .

The Northwest area is not very social, because it is not common to come back several times a year, and few people deliberately want to have a good relationship with them.

Except for a few occasional words between their own people and their own people, they spend most of their time watching the excitement.

Compared with the noise elsewhere, it is very clean.

Shen Huan spent the whole night in a daze, looked up to the high platform again, and saw Song Chunjing being helped down drunk.

After a while, Li Chen also excused himself from being unwell and left early.

The officials sent them off respectfully, and Shen Huan also stood up without exception.

After the emperor left, the imperial garden became an open cauldron, with the voices of people bubbling and bubbling inside, causing the noisy people to have headaches.

Shen Huan listened for a while, then lowered his head and smiled slightly, that smile was lonely and sad, as if the excitement and joy around him were completely out of his reach.

Chen Kuo sat not far away and looked at him.

After a while, Shen Huan calmed down his emotions, retracted his elongated gaze, and let out a deep breath.

He drank some wine.

This wine cannot be drunk by the golden and precious young master of the General's Mansion, but the successor of the General's Mansion who inherits the title can drink it.

Chen Kuo looked at it for a while, changed seats at the table next to him, sat next to him with a jug of wine, and asked softly, "Are you, do you still want to continue studying medicine?"

"I don't want to." When Shen Huan saw him, the last bit of comfort disappeared, and he said coldly.

Chen Kuo laughed and went to pour him wine, "Then what are you doing looking at Imperial Physician Song?"

Shen Huan withdrew his own wine glass and silently refused.

He gave him a cold look, then stood up, took his only half glass of wine left, and walked away.

Chen Kuo made fun of himself, squinted his eyes and looked at his thin and walking back, and couldn't help licking his back teeth.

Shen Huan walked all the way to the judge's table in the Taiyuan Hospital, and raised his hands and bowed to him, "Judge."

"Hey," the court judge didn't dare to bow down to him, and immediately stood up, "Isn't this..."

Shen Huan: "It was thanks to you for taking care of me when I was in the Tai Hospital, so I came here today to thank you."

"You're welcome," the court judge smiled, and led him to sit down. "Is there a lot going on in the General's Mansion recently? Are you still busy?"

Shen Huan knew that he only asked casually and didn't care too much, so he smiled casually, "It's all okay, thanks to the help of all uncles."

As he spoke, he glanced at the location of the Northwest soldiers.

The court judge turned his eyes, understood it in his heart, and said more politely, "Hey, you will be knighted in a few years, you are really a young talent..."

"You're welcome." Shen Huan nodded to him respectfully, and raised his eyes to look at the person opposite.

On the opposite side was the table seat of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. He Houcong, who had been promoted to Minister of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, sat at the first place, happily accepting the congratulations from Dali Temple, the Ministry of Criminal Justice and others.

Sitting next to him was a young man with black hair and light lips, and a cloak that was draped over his body to protect him from the dew.

It's He Sixing.

The two looked at each other, Shen Huan picked up the wine he had brought and shook it towards him.

He Sixing was even more at a loss in his eyes, and subconsciously hid back, shrinking into the shadow cast by He Houcong.

The corners of Shen Huan's mouth were raised, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all.

He watched indifferently, then slowly walked towards him with a glass of wine in hand.

Seeing the people getting closer and closer, He Sixing's mind was filled with many images for a moment, father, master, court judge, general...etc, the images flashed too fast, as if nothing appeared.

In the end, it was fixed on Shen Huan who appeared in front of him.

"Master He," Shen Huan stood in front of his desk, raised his glass with both hands, and said respectfully and politely, "Thank you for the case of the General's Mansion."

"The emperor attaches great importance to the responsibility, and the lower officials dare not take credit for it," He Houcong said politely, ahh, and patted He Sixing who was on the side, "You and Sixing are both classmates and friends, because of this relationship , I should also do my best."

Shen Huan looked down at He Sixing, who opened his mouth and raised his head vigorously, looking at Shen Huan who was looking down on him from above.

He is taller and thinner than before, and his cheeks are not as faintly fat as before, and the delicate feeling has completely disappeared.

"Yes, Sixing and I are good friends." Shen Huan said, with several emotions slowly flowing in his eyes, except that he was not happy.

After a while, Sixing coughed twice and took a few short breaths before he could make a sound: "...you, you, you are back."

"Yes." Shen Huan said a word, stared at him and smiled.

The people who came to toast changed, He Houcong was too busy dealing with these two people.

Shen Huan found a cushion and threw it on the side of the table, and sat down on his own with a flick of his clothes.

He Sixing sweated a little on his forehead, and when the wind blew, he shivered.

Shen Huan raised his glass to him, and after waiting for a while, He Sixing still didn't move, and he suddenly realized: "Forgot, you are young, it's better not to drink."

After finishing speaking, he handed the wine glass to his lips and took a sip slowly.

"I'm different," he said, "No one helped me hold the wine, and the General's Mansion was waiting for me to clean up, so I had to drink it myself, Mr. He, don't mind."

He Sixing lowered his head, and after a while, he said softly, "I'm sorry."

"What?" Shen Huan didn't seem to hear clearly. Seeing his hesitant posture, he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, leaned forward, and asked in a low voice: "My master, it's okay for you to learn something from him. ?"

Sixing suddenly raised his head, opened his eyes wide for a moment, and stayed on the spot.

"You?" He asked in a daze.

Shen Huan stared at Sixing's expression closely, not letting go of the slightest bit of shock that appeared on that face.

Seeing the change in his face, he stood up in satisfaction, and said casually, "I remembered."

Shen Huan lowered his eyes and looked down at him.

"This is our holiday, don't forget." He raised his eyebrows and let out a long breath.

Sixing shook his head in disbelief, but had nothing to say.

Shen Huan Shen Huan stretched out his hand, as if there was an invisible weapon on it, he clenched it, lowered his hand and continued: "I finally saw you, you don't know how much I missed you when I was in the northwest, and I have been back these days .”

Sixing looked at the crazy light in the depths of his eyes, and just shook his head.

"I'm sorry." He said in a louder voice.

Shen Huan shook his head with a smile, let out a soft oops, and sneered again: "There is no need to say 'sorry' between friends, you just come and go."

Sixing stood up and wanted to reach out to pull him, but Shen Huan stepped aside and avoided it.

"Master gives it to you, but I don't want it anymore," he stood under the shadow of Albizia julibrissinus with an indifferent smile on his face, his voice was darker than the darkness: "But soon, you will know that studying medicine can save the world People can't save themselves."

He Sixing felt cold all over, and watched helplessly as he walked away.

Shen Huan returned to his seat, while Chen Kuo was still sitting by the side. Seeing him coming back, he asked, "Is that young master your former friend?"

"No." Shen Huan replied coldly.

"Then what have you been talking about for so long?"

Shen Huan turned her head to stare at him, her gaze seemed to be fixed on the person, but Chen Kuo had thick eyelids, so it didn't matter at all, waiting for his answer.

"I have no friends." After a long time, Shen Huan replied.

Chen Kuo nodded, and heard Shen Huan ask: "How is Taiwei's Mansion compared to the Ministry of Punishment's Shangshu Mansion?"

"There is no comparison." Chen Kuo said.

Shen Huan nodded and stopped talking.

Chen Kuo looked at his profile, thought about it carefully, and said: "It should be about the same. My father has old achievements, and I have military achievements on my shoulders. The Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment is just a new rich man. If you insist on counting, it is too much." The Wei Mansion is slightly heavier."

"What? Did Shangshu's family offend you?" He asked.

Shen Huan was silent for a few breaths, and then said: "No."

Chen Kuo looked at him: "If there is, I will help you."

Shen Huan sneered, and mocked: "How to help, whether it is a run-on or an assassination, or taking He Houcong's son to clean up, so that he will have no descendants."

"It's fine." Chen Kuo said.

Shen Huan looked at him, and knew that he could do what he said, he had the backing of the Taiwei Mansion, he was armed with military equipment, and he also had the old friendship of studying with the emperor.

He is strong in martial arts, bold and outrageous, and it is actually very simple to kill a person.

At most, if the evidence is caught in the end and he is sentenced to exile, he will not be killed.

"Tell me." Chen Kuo asked, "Whose life do you want?"

"No."

Shen Huan turned his face away and said coldly: "What I want most is your life."

"Okay, take it away anytime." Chen Kuo raised the corner of his mouth and laughed heartlessly.

Shen Huan looked ahead and ignored him.

Chen Kuo moved closer to him and said, "I'll teach you how to take someone's life..."

He drank a little too much, and breathed alcohol on his neck, Shen Huan recalled the unbearable experience in the northwest, and closed his eyes patiently.

Chen Kuo lowered his voice and said: "Take care of someone, then that person will become a knife in your hand, for you to drive, invincible."

Shen Huan slowly opened his eyes.

He first glanced at Chen Kuo, then looked in the direction of He Sixing, and finally put his distant gaze on the table in Prince Li's Mansion.

Li Yuankun was very popular, surrounded by countless people.

His status is also very valuable, once King Li died, he immediately inherited the title, from a little prince to a veritable prince.

In the corner of the imperial hospital, Xu Zhuo watched Liu Zixian's expression, watched the intimacy between the emperor and Song Chunjing, and watched a dumb scene between the young master of the general's mansion and the son of the minister of punishment.

Finally, following Shen Huan's gaze, they looked at Li Yuankun together.

Coincidentally, Li Yuankun was also looking at him, Xu Zhuo was unprepared and lowered his head.

He drank his own wine all night.

Several young imperial physicians came to pay respects to him, but he was also unwilling to pay attention.

Gradually, no one chatted with him.

He watched the play for a while, as if he had seen all kinds of life, and felt even more lonely in his heart.

In the middle of the night, the flowers and branches of the imperial garden trembled in the wind, and the dance music changed to a softer tone.

The two ministers of heavy machinery on the high platform stumbled a few words, and a group of people around them tried to dissuade them.

Xu Zhuo looked at it coldly for a while, then stood up as he had nothing to do with himself. He looked at the dark blue sky above his head, half sober from the wine blown by the wind, and then said to the court: "The court judge, come down!" The official’s house is far away, so I want to leave first.”

The court ruled that it was not easy to keep him, so he explained: "Okay, pay attention to safety on the road, and don't be late tomorrow morning."

Xu Zhuo agreed, nodded to him, and took his leave respectfully.

He went out of the palace against the wind, farther and farther away from the bustling chaos behind him.

Gradually, only the whispering of insects remained in my ears, and further away, only the sound of the breeze blowing through the hem of the clothes.

There will be no keys in the palace tonight.

He took out the palace card of the Imperial Hospital and showed it to the guards, and then left the palace smoothly.

His house is far away from the city. It is a rented courtyard. Although it is not big, it is clean and tidy. If a lamp is lit at night, the warm light will illuminate the whole bedroom.

Is the only place to return to.

Except for the red lights hanging on the street, there were no pedestrians on the street, and it was extremely quiet.

It is not too far for him to stroll slowly by himself.

After a while, before half the journey was finished, a carriage slowly drove over the empty street, with beautiful bells hanging on the four corners of the carriage, and there was a crisp sound between the movements.

The silver bell hanging on the car is either rich or expensive.

Xu Zhuo stepped aside to make way for him.

The carriage came to his side, but stopped slowly.

The carriage in the night is like a ghostly phantom, a little scary.Xu Zhuo watched vigilantly, ready to run away at any time.

A moment later, the curtain of the car moved, and an acquaintance came down.

"Doctor Xu, do you need Xiao Wang to give you a ride?" the visitor asked.

Xu Zhuo calmed down a little, and bowed to him: "I have seen the prince."

Li Yuankun supported his arm, dragged him up, and invited him again: "Does Doctor Xu want to get in the car?"

Xu Zhuo hesitated for a moment.

The emperor had already left in the imperial garden. As a prince, Li Yuankun was supposed to appear at the banquet. On such occasions, if the relatives of the emperor had no urgent matters to deal with, they had to accompany the civil and military officials until the end.

Xu Zhuo didn't believe that he was passing by.

"Don't bother the lord, I want to take a walk," he paused, and then said: "If the lord has anything to do, you can speak directly."

"Doctor Xu really has a clear mind." Li Yuankun praised.

Xu Zhuo stood where he was, listening quietly.

The friendship between him and Li Yuankun originated from the prison of the Ministry of Punishment. After Li Yuankun was tortured, Xu Zhuo healed and took care of his wounds.

Later, King Li passed away, Li Yuankun was released, Xu Zhuo also regained his freedom, and was able to return to work in the Imperial Hospital.

"In the prison, thanks to your care, Xiao Wang is very grateful." Li Yuankun said.

"My lord, you're welcome." Xu Zhuo didn't want to say more: "It's too late, I have to go to the palace for morning duty tomorrow, you may as well speak up if you have something to say."

Seeing his slightly indifferent attitude, Li Yuankun sighed heavily.

"I want to ask," he said in a low voice, "Did my father... really commit suicide?"

Xu Zhuo suddenly looked up at him.

Li Yuankun stared at him closely, and said slowly: "I recently... heard some bad rumors, saying that he refused to kill himself and died in chains."

"is it?"

Xu Zhuo's heart beat wildly, and he forced himself to be calm, "I don't know, my official position is low, and I have been standing at the end, neither hearing nor seeing anything."

"Really?" Li Yuankun asked.

"Well," Xu Zhuo responded, and then took two steps back, away from him, "My lord, ask someone else to ask, and I will leave."

After speaking, he walked around him obediently.

After five or six steps, Li Yuankun called to him from behind: "Doctor Xu!"

Xu Zhuo stopped.

Li Yuankun's voice became hoarse: "Everyone in the Ministry of Punishment is angry, I have no one to ask except you."

Xu Zhuo opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.

"Can you tell me the truth? I don't know how to do anything, and I am grateful for the emperor's brother's kindness. I just want to know the real cause of my father's death." Li Yuankun begged.

Xu Zhuo took a few deep breaths, stared at the dark and unknown ground, and said in a low voice, "Prince Li has committed a heinous crime, the little prince should stop talking about 'dad' one by one."

There was silence behind him, the doors on both sides of the street were closed, and the roofs of different heights were all hidden in the darkness, Xu Zhuo was about to walk away.

"Other people's father is father, isn't mine?"

A voice sounded from behind, Li Yuankun's voice was hoarse and low, and the sadness contained in the words had been restrained as much as possible, but it was still unbearable to listen to.

"Because my father made a mistake and is a treasonous courtier, can I not be his son?" He asked.

Xu Zhuo paused.

Li Yuankun: "I just... want to understand."

Xu Zhuo said in a low voice: "No matter what the cause of death is, the fact is fixed and cannot be changed. The prince should look forward and live a good life."

He continued to walk, Li Yuankun begged and shouted behind him: "Could Dr. Xu tell me the truth, I am very sad recently, and my life is very tormented!"

Xu Zhuo took a deep breath and closed his mouth tightly.

... All living beings, who is not suffering?

He walked forward without turning his head, leaving the prince who was sought after by the officials behind him, fearing that he would not be able to avoid it.

With chaotic and hurried footsteps on the dark road, Xu Zhuo almost fled.

·

Fanwaiji

After the enthronement ceremony, the first major event is the draft.

However, on the day of the draft, the emperor had a severe headache, so he sent the chief executive, Yan Zhen, to "hand the eye".

The concubine did not dare to say more, but the queen mother had to.

"It's fine that the empress is sick and can't move, and the emperor doesn't show up. Even the emperor and empress are like this. How can the subjects set an example?"

Chi Mingjiao was dressed in a luxurious dress, and said to the queen mother with a dignified and kind face: "The concubine went to visit the queen the day before yesterday, and the empress is really sick and weak, so she should not see others."

The Empress Dowager looked solemn and did not look at her, "If you want to, you can take a look at it."

"The concubine asked the maid serving the empress, and she also said that she was sick all day long and couldn't walk steadily, so she really couldn't come." Chi Mingjiao softly called out: "The queen mother."

She continued to persuade softly: "The emperor attaches great importance to the queen, if the queen is insisted on coming, I am afraid it will hurt the harmony between you and the emperor's mother and son."

She was willing to speak for the queen, and the queen mother said: "The Ai family didn't blame her. It's rare that you have a good temper and can take care of things. The Ai family sees that you can sit in the back seat."

Chi Mingjiao got up and bowed respectfully: "The concubine dare not think about it."

"Get up." The queen mother sighed, and said to Yan Zhen: "What's the matter with the emperor?"

Yan Zhen insisted that it was a headache, and explained: "Although the emperor has a severe headache and cannot come, he is still thinking about this matter, and specially sent someone to tell you and the noble concubine that a newcomer does not need to be good-looking to enter the palace, as long as he has a family background." Well, good character', the rest is up to you."

A good family background naturally means that the ministers in the court can be restrained, but the ministers should not spoil their daughters too much. Those who want to be upright and wholeheartedly serve the emperor can also restrain the daughters in the palace.

Good character means not being impatient or eager, and not thinking about how to fight for favor all day long.

These queen mothers are all experienced people, so they naturally know it well.

Chi Mingjiao nodded to Yan Zhen, "Mr. Yan, please reply to the emperor, and the concubine will definitely check it out."

Yan Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.

After he left, the queen mother sighed, "I don't come to the harem very often, if I don't pick a few good-looking ones, wouldn't they come even less."

"The emperor devotes all his attention to government affairs, he is a wise king." Chi Mingjiao said.

Seeing the admiration on his face, the queen mother couldn't say more, she opened her mouth, "Even if you don't indulge in the harem, you should come here often. You have nothing to do for many years. A wise king is not fake, but a filial son is not true."

Chi Mingjiao apologized again, "It's all the concubine's fault, I didn't have a son and a half daughter."

She admits mistakes at every turn, with a sincere and humble attitude.

But the emperor was not the only empress and concubine, and there was no shortage of maids in the East Palace. If only the imperial concubine had no children, it would be her fault, but if there was no movement from everyone, it would be the emperor's fault.

The queen mother thought of the rumors that the emperor was in poor health, and felt that he was tall and strong, and he didn't look like he was in poor health.

However, he often called the imperial physician to accompany him, and spent more than a hundred days a year taking care of his body.

She pounded to the bottom with a thud in her heart, and said in her heart: Don't it really be a hidden disease?

Chi Mingjiao knew it well but didn't tell the truth. Seeing her complexion change a few times, she said obediently: "I will definitely pay more attention in the future."

The Empress Dowager didn't dare to speculate on the emperor in a worse way, so she didn't say anything more, but said: "Forget it, this matter can't be rushed."

Chi Mingjiao stood up and sat down, smiling gently and virtuously.

The queen mother glanced at her, "Then let's start, see if there are any outstanding girls, let's pick together."

The first general election for the emperor's ascension to the throne was highly valued by all the officials. Countless girls entered the palace to participate in the draft. It took a whole day to choose, and the counting was barely finished until the sun went down.

At night, Chi Mingjiao personally took the roster of maids left behind to Chunjiao Hall.

The maid lightly supported her, and couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty, although the emperor's harem is rare, it's good to sit for a while. We picked so many people to go at once. If the newcomers enter the palace to share the favor equally, wouldn't they come here?" Less."

"No matter how many concubines there are, everyone doesn't have the favor. They are all the same. But in terms of position, no one can surpass me. If you choose more, it will appear that I am magnanimous." Chi Mingjiao looked forward and said.

"Yes!" The maid smiled instantly, "The queen mother also praised you for your virtuousness and generosity, so you can be called a queen!"

Chi Mingjiao took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and smiled easily, "Since there is no favor, you need power. The people in the harem are looking at the emperor's eyes and doing things. You see, they are all looking at the palace's people now." Meant to do things."

The maid responded: "Although the empress does not have a false name, what she gets is the honor of the empress."

While speaking, Chi Mingjiao straightened her collar when she arrived at the gate of Chunjiao Palace, and glanced at the magnificent palace.

"No matter how good the Chunjiao Temple is, it can't be seen."

"Exactly."

Chi Mingjiao raised her chin, the maid nodded, and went forward to negotiate with the guards, "The draft is over, the imperial concubine brought the roster to ask to see the emperor."

"The emperor has a headache, so he told the imperial physician of Song Dynasty to wait on him, and said that no one will be seen." The guard said: "I also ask the imperial concubine to forgive me."

The maid wanted to scold her, but Chi Mingjiao took a step forward, "It's okay."

She signaled the maid to present the roster, and glanced at the guard coldly, but there was a smile on her lips: "Then please ask the guard to tell the emperor that I have been here."

"Yes." The guard agreed, took the roster, and hurried into the gate of Chunjiao Hall with the roster in hand.

The master and the servant turned back, and the maid quietly took a look at her expression, and softly comforted: "The time in the palace is still long, the empress does not need to be in a hurry."

"I'm not in a hurry." Chi Mingjiao sneered.

The expression on her face was darker than when she came here, and the smile on her lips deepened: "The grace is all false, my father has been promoted to the chief minister of six books, and I am only one post-rank in the affairs of the six palaces." , Our Chi family is the real prominent family, and the right is in the palm of our hands, which is the real deal."

The tree shadows in the palace are larger, the lake water is deeper, and the night is cooler than that of the East Palace.

The imperial concubine walked slowly with her head raised, her delicate clothes were smooth and tidy, and she swayed gently in the night with her steady steps.

Yan Zhen took the roster of beautiful girls handed over by the guard, opened it for a rough look, and felt that there were too many people.

This roster is different from the previous one with only one name, followed by a stack of portraits, which were specially rushed out by the portrait gallery in the palace because the emperor was unable to attend the draft this time.

Each of the selected show women picked the most beautiful angles and drew them on the paper.

It was submitted together, whether to go or stay, the emperor made the final decision.

Yan Zhen secretly withheld a list and half of the portraits, and then came to the door with the rest.

Wu Da stood at the door holding his sword, listening to the movement inside.

Yan Zhen asked: "You are not on duty today, what's the matter?"

Wu Da scratched his head: "I want to take a leave of absence when the emperor is in a good mood, and rest for a few days."

Yan Zhen didn't ask him what he was doing on leave, if he wanted to ask, he might have to listen to a love story to abuse his heart.

"How is the emperor feeling?" he asked.

Wu Da shook his head, and said solemnly: "We played chess with Imperial Physician Song, and we have been losing all the time, but we haven't won yet."

Yan Zhen: "..."

Wu Da took a look at the things in his hand, and took his hand that was about to knock on the door: "The emperor is in a bad mood, isn't it just to scold you when you go in now?!"

Yan Zhen glanced at him, and opened his mouth: "From my point of view, the emperor is in a good mood at the moment."

There was a knock on the door of Chunjiao Palace.

"Come in." Inside said.

Wu Da went in with Yan Zhenyi, looked at Li Chen from the corner of the eye, and found that his face was clear and he was really in a good mood.

Yan Zhenxiu handed over the roster of beautiful girls, "The roster of beautiful girls just sent by the imperial concubine, please take a last look."

Li Chen continued to play chess without raising his eyelids, "You can figure it out."

Yan Zhen raised the roster that was about to be put down, "Yes."

Then, holding a pile of portraits, without staying for a moment, he hurriedly retreated.

Song Chunjing looked at his back, "Won't the emperor take a look?"

"Don't watch," Li Chen said, "Not interested."

Wu Da stood on the spot, looked at Yan Zhen who had left, then at Li Chen, and shouted with determination: "Your Majesty."

Li Chen thought about where to go next, but didn't tell him to shut up, so he grinned, "This subordinate wants to ask for two days off."

Li Chen said "Huh?"

Wu Da then explained: "Nuan Nuan... Not long after she came to Beijing, she was not familiar with the place. On the day I went to the northwest, I took her to play in the city tower, and left without explaining to her clearly. A few days later, she cried with me for a long time after she came back, and I promised to take her out to play to make up for it."

He explained the reason for asking for leave, smiled embarrassedly, and showed some naivety that was just beginning to love.

Song Chunjing supported his head, glanced at his shyness, and smiled unconsciously: "..."

Li Chen remembered that he really didn't take enough vacation before, and seeing his struggling with courage, he said generously, "Yes, I will make up the vacation together with the previous one."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Wu Da's eyes lit up immediately, and he bowed to him with joy.

At this moment, Song Chunjing asked, "Who is that?"

He followed Wu Da and read it again: "Nuan Nuan?"

Wu Da immediately showed off, gesticulating excitedly and said, "That's the one, the one in Luoyang, the one with the thin waist and long legs, the dancer Zhizhou gave to the emperor when he went south to Luoyang!"

Li Chen: "..."

"Zhizhou came to Beijing to congratulate him, and sent it to the East Palace as a congratulatory gift, and the emperor gave it to me." Wu Da thought he hadn't remembered, so he continued, "It was the night when I lived in Luoyang, Zhizhou sent it to the emperor's room. That is so beautiful!"

He described in several sentences in a row, clearly explained the origin and current situation of the person, and pulled apart the past, clearly displaying it before Song Chunjing's eyes.

Li Chen shocked him again, and almost kicked him, "If someone gives it to you, you should hide it well. Why are you showing off when you're full?"

He took a quick glance at Song Chunjing from the corner of his eye. Song Chunjing was listening quietly, with a slight upward curve on the corner of his mouth, wondering what he was thinking.

"Hurry up and get out." He scolded.

Before Wu Da could explain in the future, Song Chunjing remembered the woman on the city tower that day when he went to the northwest, and suddenly realized that he nodded and smiled.

Li Chen's heart skipped a beat, Song Chunjing lowered his eyes and said earnestly:

"Your Majesty, please pay attention to your identity. You should not reward people with such 'personal items' in the future."

Li Chen let out an "ah", a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, he couldn't help pulling his collar, and immediately felt a chill, "Wait..."

He has a criminal record, which is not a good thing.

Combined with the things he committed when he was young, and the countless tricks on the bed, Song Chunjing might think of the past and understand it as two people playing with a woman together.

"Don't listen to his nonsense," he explained with a headache, "No, that's really not the case."

"Your Majesty," Song Chunjing said sincerely, "If you intend to explain, you must first think of your words."

Li Chen glanced at him again, Song Chunjing stopped playing chess, leaning his elbows on the jade chessboard, raised his eyebrows slightly, and stared at him coldly with cold arcs at the corners of his eyes.

Li Chen: "..."

He really wanted to explain, but he couldn't explain a single sentence at all, because Zhizhou in Luoyang did send people to his room that night.

The embarrassment is that although he didn't touch it, he didn't refuse it at the time.

Wu Da opened his mouth, and Li Chen pointed at him from a distance, and nodded in warning.

Wu Da's palms were wet, and the sweat stains on his forehead were cool. He quickly straightened his posture, "Resignation!"

Then, not daring to stay for a moment, he turned and ran away.

Song Chunjing remained motionless, still looking at Li Chen coolly.

Li Chen couldn't sit still, touched the straight bridge of his nose, and then smiled at him with the corners of his mouth parted.

Song Chunjing was unmoved.

Li Chen put down the chess piece and handed him a cup of tea, and he took it without hesitation, with a clear attitude: I'll give you a chance, and I'll wait to see what you say.

Li Chen thought for a while, and then said with certainty: "It's my fault."

Song Chunjing took a sip of tea.

Li Chen continued sincerely: "Wuda almost died during the siege. I asked him what he wanted. He would rather not have the position of commander of the imperial army, but also wanted the woman. I had to give it."

"It seems that the emperor is quite reluctant." Song Chunjing replied.

"No!" Li Chen immediately retorted righteously, "How is it possible?! I even forgot what I look like!"

Song Chunjing continued drinking tea.

Li Chen's eyes moved, and then he sighed heavily.

"...I really haven't touched her." He lowered his voice and said again: "No, since I have you, I have never touched anyone else."

Song Chunjing glanced at him.

Li Chen frowned, said sadly with a headache, "Don't always doubt me, right?"

He opened his mouth to defend himself, but Song Chunjing said instead, "It's not that your Highness didn't do similar things in the early years."

If you want to talk about the assholes in the early years, there are really too many, and the person who asked the question was a 'victim'.

Li Chen was immediately speechless.

After a while, he said in a low voice: "Whenever we talk about something, we have to mention that year..."

Song Chunjing said "Oh", "It seems that it's all the fault of this minister, so I really shouldn't mention it."

"..."

"No," Li Chen said firmly, "It's my fault, Imperial Physician Song can't be wrong!"

Song Chunjing was noncommittal, but his attitude slowed down, not as cold as before.

Li Chen continued his efforts, and said sadly, "I really envy Wu Da."

As soon as Song Chunjing blinked, Li Chen knew he was listening.

His face relaxed, and he continued to say with a heavy and sentimental voice: "He can go out with his own woman if he wants to, and he can't wait to tell the world and get blessings and envy from others."

Li Chen looked into his eyes and said sincerely, "I really want to take you out too."

"Before leaving the palace, tell the whole palace that this is my Song imperial physician, who can only treat me alone. Pass by the suburbs of the city and tell the guards on the tower, you can all see clearly, this is my Song imperial physician," Li Chen walked forward Lie down, get closer to him, and continued with a smile: "All the way to the south to Luoyang, bring Zhizhou, ask him to tell you stories, bring Zhixian, stand in a row for you to dance, if you really can't Don't embarrass them, singing is fine..."

Song Chunjing couldn't hold back, and smiled with the corners of his mouth raised.

"That's just laughing, it's not over yet." Li Chen held his hand and continued, "At night, if Zhizhou sends someone here again, I'll say, 'My family is strict, I have no heart and no guts, Take it quickly and don’t harm me!’ Then let him wait by the bed, at this time, it’s up to the two of us to perform for him, with novel poses, I’m sure he’s never heard of it before.”

Song Chunjing: "..."

Li Chen: "Avalokitesvara sits on a lotus, stands upright, moves up and down..."

Song Chunjing raised his eyes to look at him, his eyelids were slightly lowered, and the corners of the already long and narrow eyes became more slanted. Under the pressure, Li Chen slowly stopped talking.

He stretched out his hand, pointed at Song Chunjing, and said, "Get ready, laugh."

Song Chunjing looked at him without moving.

Li Chen grimaced, and repeated, "Start, laugh."

Song Chunjing couldn't hold back, tilted his head, and laughed softly.

The shadow cast by the long eyelashes covered a little of the pupils, and the light in the eyes turned slightly, looking very gentle and harmless.

Li Chen stared at the smile on his face, and laughed too, "It's over, I'm terminally ill."

He said: "When I saw you laughing, I couldn't help but laugh along with me."

The author has something to say:

It's over!If you want to write about Shen Huan, it's a story of the revenge of a down and out prince, is there still a need to read it? ? ?no OvO

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