This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

The spring hunting is coming soon, and the imperial hospital counts the number of people, and several imperial physicians are required to accompany them.

Zhao Zhong has always looked after the emperor's body, so he must have gone.

Song Chunjing knows everything and is young, so he was chosen.

The paddock is bumpy and there are many wild animals.

Shen Huan was young, Song Chunjing was afraid that he would not be able to bear it, so he left him at home.

It wasn't obvious when it was in the palace, although there were not a few weeds to be seen, and the new green didn't come out.

When I went to the suburbs, I found that the spring breeze had blown the grass and trees outside to sprout.

The tall horse is gallant and heroic.

Riding on a horse, the vision is more open.

Breathing is more enjoyable.

Song Chunjing hung the medicine box on the side of the horse and rode behind.

Blowing the breeze, listening to the horseshoe "da da da", very comfortable.

There are only these two imperial physicians in this trip.

There is a little difference in age between the two, so the assigned tasks are also different.

Song Chunjing was young and more attractive to young people, so he was assigned to Li Wang's first team.

King Li is the emperor's younger brother, who looks exactly like him, but much younger.

The difference from today is that he has many children.

Together this time.

Li Yuankun, the eldest son of King Li, is one year younger than the crown prince and is not currently entrusted.

It is only said that he will inherit the title of King Li in the future.

People before and after have already called him the little prince.

Li Yuankun rode the horse and tugged at the reins.

He glanced at Song Chunjing who was always caught in the vortex of rumors.

It was found that this person's profile was as finely carved as jade, and his appearance was very...delicate and exquisite.

He urged the horse to take two steps forward.

A little bit of his face was clearly seen.

It's okay when you lower your eyes, with a respectful and docile appearance.

When he raised his eyes, he looked a little thin and cold, not easy to provoke.

This is not suitable for the appearance of the imperial physician.

Fit killer.

In a blink of an eye, Li Yuankun saw that he was wearing thick clothes.

Doesn't quite match the scent.

He couldn't help laughing, the whole person was very at ease.

He urged the horse to run two steps and caught up with Song Chunjing.

"Song Imperial Physician," Li Yuankun said with a loud smile, "It's already spring, why are you still wearing so many clothes?"

"It's windy in spring," Song Chunjing said politely, "I'm afraid of the cold."

Li Yuankun felt the wind that couldn't even blow the leaves of the trees, "Physician Song is thin, and he will ride a horse and run after a while, but he has to follow Xiao Wang closely. If you fall behind, ask the beast to take a bite, Xiao Wang can't protect you .”

"I will do my best," Song Chunjing said modestly, "It should be the lower officials who protect you. How can I let the little prince protect me?"

He poked and jumped, and only answered the question.

YouQi's words are respectful and respectful, but his words contain needles and sticks. He is very courageous.

It also makes people unable to find fault.

Li Yuankun found this very interesting.

He asked again: "Xiao Wang heard that you have recently taken in a new apprentice who is a child of the general's mansion, hey..." Li Yuankun said with a smile, "The general values ​​you so much, you must have excellent medical skills."

Song Chunjing glanced at him.

Li Yuankun looked good, as expected the corners of his eyes were slightly raised.

The imperial doctor replied respectfully: "If there is a chance for this spring hunting, the little prince will definitely experience it."

Li Yuankun: "..."

Li Yuankun laughed twice in his heart, and waved his hands, "Don't tell me, Xiao Wang should ask for more blessings."

He is very approachable, without the stinky airs of rich people.

Song Chunjing didn't want to say more, and looked away.

This time, the Emperor of Spring Hunting also came out, and it was the beginning of spring, and the emperor's health improved a lot.

In addition to hunting wild animals in person without ending the game, he asked people to pull out a lot of prizes from the warehouse.

Now dear ones are even happier.

If Li Yuankun was still carrying some appearance on the road, once he arrived at the paddock, he was completely happy.

He enthusiastically and loudly assigned the staff:

"We will enter from here when the time comes, and then divide into three teams, two teams go to the two sides, just hunt some hares or something, the rest of the people follow me to go deep, let's go find the big wild deer," he carried the bow and arrow, hand Holding one in his hand, he pointed to the distance and made gestures.

Finally pointing at Song Chunjing, he said, "Physician Song just follow behind Xiao Wang's team. If you can't keep up, you can walk slowly. I will pick you up when I come back."

Just as he wanted, Song Chun nodded.

The trumpet sounded.

Several teams rushed out like arrows leaving the string.

The fierce horse and iron hooves rushed to the depths of the jungle non-stop.

Really too fast.

Song Chunjing raised his chin and looked at the scattered figures, not in a hurry at all, and walked slowly forward.

The wind in early spring is cold, but not bitingly cold.

There is an air of vitality and earthy renovation.

A little bitter.

If I get old in the future, I can find a place to build a hut and plant some flowers and trees.

Can also live forever.

Just thinking about it, he walked farther and deeper on the road.

Song Chunjing walked for a while, warming his body, stopped and looked around.

Further in, it is the place where carnivorous beasts come and go. For safety reasons, it is most appropriate to stop here.

He got off his horse, found a big tree, and sat under it.

Just bored, a touch of green flashed in the corner of his eyes.

Take a closer look, a herb.

The herb was very small, and a leaf the size of a fingernail had just sprouted, but Song Chunjing's eyes lit up.

Astragalus.

Also known as Mianqi, the main root is thick and has many uses.

Mainly to protect the liver, relieve palpitations and palpitations, and antibacterial.

It is a very useful herb.

Song Chunjing squatted beside the little Miao.

He was thinking about whether to transplant it home and raise it, or just dig out the roots and bring it back.

He put his hands together, and the heat that had been accumulated with great difficulty evaporated away, and the exposed hands immediately turned slightly red.

Song Chunjing rubbed his hands.

At the same time, he felt a chill in the back of his head, and subconsciously leaned forward——

Dodged a deadly cold knife.

The long knife went back and forth, and was still held in the masked man's hands.

The sword was dazzling, and Song Chunjing squinted his eyes, "The royal hunting, who is going to assassinate?"

he said.

The masked man paused.

He was so calm, which made the killer a little puzzled, as if he doubted whether he really didn't know martial arts.

He was much more cautious, opened his posture, and narrowed his only exposed eye fiercely.

It was the look that was about to launch an offensive.

Song Chunjing said: "I am the eldest son of the prince's mansion and will inherit the title in the future. How dare you kill me?"

"Bah," the killer sneered, "You are an imperial doctor, you dare to pretend to be a little prince!"

is an acquaintance.

Song Chunjing thought.

Before he could figure it out, the masked man over there moved again.

"Stop talking nonsense," the man said harshly, "I'm going to take your life today!"

The big knife hung in the wind, and slashed down!

Song Chunjing raised his hand subconsciously to block it. At the same time, he remembered that this hand was the hand for grasping the medicine and the hand for detecting the pulse. He gritted his teeth and drew it back——

It's just a blink of an eye.

With the sharp knife on his chest, Song Chunjing could feel the bone-piercing chill from the knife point, as well as the slight pain when it just hit the flesh.

He closed his eyes hard, trying to avoid the fatal blow.

Dodge to the side——

"Bang!"

One beep.

The knives collided, and the silver flowers shot out, making a piercing crash.

The masked man backed up a few steps, but still couldn't stabilize his figure, fell to the ground and slid three feet away.

As soon as the castration stopped, they went up violently!

Someone kicked his chest and stepped back to the ground.

Everything is just between calcium carbide and fire.

Song Chunjing watched with wide eyes.

"Your claws are really precious," the visitor said leisurely with his back turned to Song Chunjing, "It's worth more than life."

Song Chunjing opened his mouth slightly in shock for the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

The prince was wearing light-colored clothes, and he didn't look tired from the travel and dust. With one hand, he held the knife he picked up from someone who didn't know where it was, and put it firmly on the masked man's neck.

The stretched muscles showed some lines under the clothes, and they were relaxed, like a precious satin brocade wrapped around a sharp knife.

The figure is smooth, with broad shoulders and long legs.

The prince pointed at that person, "I'll give you a chance, say it yourself."

The masked man was lying on the ground, with the knife on his neck, and a frightening coolness came from it.

He opened his eyes wide and couldn't help trembling: "Yes, yes..."

The prince's hand moved slightly, the blade licked blood, and the scorching cold air rushed in along the small wound, and the man sifted through the chaff and said hurriedly: "It's Concubine Shu! Concubine Shu said that the villain must 'deal with' Song Physician!"

The prince turned his face slightly and glanced at Song Chunjing.

Seeing the turning point, the killer hastily kowtowed, "Prince, spare your life! Prince, spare your life!"

The prince seemed to be hesitating.

Song Chunjing's heart was beating non-stop, and he quickly pressed the Laogong acupoint on his left hand.

The next moment, the knife moved slightly.

Song Chunjing watched helplessly as the blade rolled into the skin.

He thought it was a long time, but in fact it was only a moment.

At that moment, only the sound of "嗞啦" water was heard, and the masked man fell down without saying a word.

The neck was sliced ​​open, the trachea was cut off, and even the sound of dying could not be made.

The masked man's eyes were opened in disbelief, and the black cloth was still firmly covering his face.

The prince threw the knife casually.

He seemed to be afraid of being splashed with blood, so he hid a little away.

Even so, the hem of the clothes was still stained with some red marks, just like blooming flowers.

The prince didn't care much, and didn't even look at it.

He walked towards Song Chunjing, his blood-stained robe dangling, clean and filthy at the same time.

The prince squatted down, his eyes were at the same level as Song Chunjing who was a bit embarrassed.

Song Chunjing stared at him blankly.

The prince looked at the look in his eyes, and said slowly: "There are rumors everywhere, 'General Huwei hurt his waist, and sent someone to the imperial hospital to ask for Song imperial doctor, but he didn't come, and in the middle of the night, someone actually asked someone to carry him to your house to ask for help. You heal', how?"

The prince paused.

Immediately afterwards, he laughed with great interest, "Song Chunjing'er, are you, Hua Tuo alive?"

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