This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Song Chunjing was dreaming.

He goes to bed early every day, rests enough, and rarely dreams.

Tonight, for some reason, I always feel hot.

It's hot.

He wanted to get up, but found that he couldn't move anyway.

Turning his head, he saw the prince sitting behind the table in front of the door, with a person kneeling at his feet.

Upon closer inspection, it was Song Chunjing.

That Song Chunjing knelt on the ground, bowing his head very low.

The prince was playing with a pen, and asked with interest: "Let your father go, yes."

Song Chunjing's fingers on the ground turned bluish white.

"I don't lack anything, and I don't want anything," Prince Dao said casually, "This deal is not very profitable."

"I would like to give my life to Your Highness..."

"What do I want your life for?" the prince interrupted him.

"You have nothing but only one person. Is this person worth it for me to brave the snow and go to the prison?" The prince put down the pen and rested on his chin, "Take off your clothes and take a look. "

Song Chunjing suddenly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot.

His face was pale, and his lips were as red as blood.

I just bit my lips tightly to keep silent, biting myself.

The pupils are pitch black, the lips are lustful, the face and neck are smooth and white, just like the best Hetian jade.

The 16-year-old Song Chunjing is so tender that he can pinch water.

The prince couldn't help being taken aback.

The two looked at each other.

The prince withdrew his gaze, and couldn't help but take another look.

Then slowly lowered his head and smiled.

That smile was like a ghost, with claws and sharp knives, it grabbed Song Chunjing's neck all at once.

——Song Chunjing suddenly opened his eyes.

The top of the head was pitch black, and there were faint traces of light outside the tent.

It is a lamp placed between the two tents, and the torch used for lighting is beating.

He restrained himself and let out two breaths.

After the thin sweat on his body fell down, he lowered his eyes and stared blankly for a while.

The prince turned over and let go of the arms around him.

Song Chunjing turned his head to look.

The prince slept soundly.

The bridge of the nose is high and straight, standing alone on the peak, the lips are a little dark, and it looks extremely energetic.

At this moment, it is slightly closed, no more than in the daytime, so that people dare not look directly at it.

Eyebrows are still as deep as the day.

The only difference was that he untied his usual bundled hair, some of which were disheveled, pushed to the front, and swept across Song Chunjing's forehead.

very itchy.

Song Chunjing moved away a little.

It was such a big bed, he climbed to the side and wrapped himself tightly.

In the middle of the night, everything is silent.

Finally closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

The emperor was good at hunting when he was young.

It takes ten days and a half months to leave the palace, and I will not return if I am unhappy.

After all, I am old.

There is no way to ride a horse and run in the cold wind.

Therefore, the hunting ended early, and the juniors sat in the car with slumped faces and asked the horses to drive away.

It doesn't seem to be full of vitality when it comes, riding around on horseback.

The only constant is Song Chunjing.

Easy to come, easy to go back.

It's just that the mood is very different.

After all, I owe a kindness to go out, but it is still a life-saving grace.

As he was thinking, someone ahead of him slowed down.

The prince was driving the horse, and after a while he took the rein and told the horse to go slower.

Seeing him keep looking back, Song Chunjing turned his head slightly to avoid that gaze.

The prince stopped in front of him without moving.

After he walked over, he urged the horse and walked forward slowly with him.

The prince turned his head to look at him for a while and found that he didn't respond.

"You are walking too slowly. If you get lost and meet bad people, who can save you?" The prince said with a smile on his lips, in a very good mood.

This is indeed the tone of the creditor.

Song Chunjing had no choice but to ask suspiciously: "Why did Your Highness come down? Everyone is in the carriage."

"Li Yuankun is allowed to ride a horse, but I can't?" The prince looked forward, his lips curled up slightly, "Physician Song was talking and laughing with him, why is he so stern when he comes to me?"

Song Chunjing: "..."

Song Chunjing recalled the scene when he came here, and twitched the corners of his mouth with a smile on his face, "Of course you can do whatever you want, Your Highness."

The crown prince nodded, "That's a good statement, the imperial doctor Song must remember it well."

Back in the palace, it was almost dusk.

Shen Huan squatted by the gate of Tai Hospital and stretched his neck to look around.

Seeing a figure from a distance, he rushed over with a smile on his face, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Master——"

Song Chunjing pretended not to hear, turned around and bowed to the prince, "Your Highness, please go back."

The prince looked at the figure and narrowed his eyes, "I thought that when you go out, your job in the Tai Hospital will be much easier, but you are restless and have found a lot of things for yourself."

Song Chunjing cleared his throat, before he could speak, Shen Huan had already run over.

A few meters away, he stopped suddenly and looked at the two of them with his mouth open in surprise.

The prince looked at him a few times.

Shen Huan took a step back and said to himself: This is my brother.

He was very afraid of this person.

Usually, what the general instilled in him made him think that this man was a monster with fangs, eating people without spitting out bones.

Only when I saw a real person did I realize that what I said was true. The aura of the prince is the one that wants to eat people. The only difference is that he is wearing human skin.

Song Chunjing coughed and cleared his throat.

Shen Huan came to his senses and hurriedly said: "Huang..."

He panicked and blurted out the word "Emperor Brother", half of which was pronounced "Brother".

"Prince," Song Chunjing nodded towards Shen Huan, "That's right, usually, you can be honored as His Highness."

The prince narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Shen Huan took another step back.

The prince was overjoyed, and sneered with a cold face, "I thought I was going to be called the emperor, but I thought that the children taught by the general's mansion really don't know how to behave."

The soles of Shen Huan's feet were a little soft.

The prince was still staring at him.

Unable to bear it, Chen Huan bent his knees and knelt on the ground.

With his hands propped on the ground, his lips trembling, he called out, "Your Highness."

The prince didn't respond.

He had his hands behind his back, eyes downcast, expressionless.

Song Chunjing raised his hand and said politely, "Your Highness, please go back."

The prince stared at him.

Song Chunjing said: "Weichen will definitely go to you tomorrow and bring your blanket."

The crown prince opened his mouth, and Song Chunjing said, "I don't dare to forget the kindness of saving my life. I just wait for you to find a chance for me to repay you."

The prince nodded lightly and slowly.

"If you forget," the prince wanted to threaten, but after much deliberation, he touched his nose and said dryly, "I'll send someone to pick you up."

Song Chunjing hurriedly said, "I will never forget it."

The prince nodded again, and his face turned calm.

Finally turned around and left.

He disappeared, Song Chunjing walked a few steps forward, squatted in front of Shen Huan, "Get up."

Shen Huan lay on the ground without moving.

Song Chunjing bent over and looked at his face buried in the shadows.

Song Chunjing lifted him up, bent down and dusted him.

The palace road is clean, rinsed with water and dried every day, without any dust.

Shen Huan rubbed his eyes.

Song Chunjing sighed and comforted him: "If you want to enter the palace, you will see the prince sooner or later, there must be such a time."

Shen Huan didn't speak, Song Chunjing touched the top of his head, "Fortunately, it's over."

He thought that there would be a difficult battle, but unexpectedly the crown prince gently let it go.

I don't know if I don't care about it, or I'm busy with things recently, so I'll talk about it afterwards.

Anyway, I've seen it.

This time it passed safely, according to the habits of the prince, he would not deliberately make things difficult afterwards.

Song Chunjing heaved a sigh of relief.

It's time for a shift change.

It should be Liu Zixian's evening shift, he came early.

Ever since Song Chunjing entered the door, Liu Zixian had been staring at him, staring at him as he walked to his seat.

Song Chunjing ignored the gaze and picked up half of the prescription list.

He just picked up the pen when a shadow fell in front of him.

Song Chunjing looked up.

Liu Zixian stood in front of the desk, his expression was not very good-looking.

Song Chunjing looked at him suspiciously and raised his eyebrows.

Liu Zixian hesitated and said: "Physician Song, yesterday you went to spring hunting. Concubine Shu...Shugui sent someone over, saying that she had a very bad headache, and asked me to go and have a look."

Song Chunjing continued to look at him suspiciously.

"I know, I didn't want to go, it's just that the daughter of the palace knelt on the ground begging me, it's really not good..." Liu Zixian was a little embarrassed, and said with difficulty: "I just followed to see..."

Song Chunjing signaled that he had something to say.

Liu Zixian looked around.

There was no sound nearby, so she lay down on the table, lowered her voice and said, "Mr. Shugui's pulse is not quite right."

He is so cautious, which makes people feel a little heaviness and urgency.

Song Chunjing still didn't speak.

He just put down the pen in his hand, leaned back, and leaned against the back of the chair.

Liu Zixian leaned closer to him again, and said slowly: "Mr. Shugui seems to be pregnant..."

Song Chunjing: "..."

Liu Zixian: "I didn't dare to confirm it for a while. Looking at the time, her maid is coming again. If you have time, can you go with me? I want to confirm."

"Imperial Physician Liu is a master in gynecology, and no one in the Imperial Hospital is second to none, what?" Song Chunjing didn't show it on the face, but he held his breath in his heart, "Are there times when you are not sure?"

"It is really……"

Liu Zixian said with difficulty: "If she is really pregnant, wouldn't she turn over immediately, then you and I will offend her very badly, I'm afraid we will be the first to be punished."

Song Chunjing's eyelids were half downcast, and an inch away was his anxious face.

Those below the rank of concubine are not allowed to live in the main hall. At this moment, the plaque of Xianshu Hall has been changed: Qingyu Hall.

The main hall was empty, and the nobles moved to the side hall.

The front of the hall is empty.

It's not as lively as it used to be, and it's not as deserted as it used to be.

When the two entered the room, Song Chunjing was still standing aside with his hands down.

Mrs. Shugui sat on the chair and leaned back slightly.

Watching him follow, he sneered.

Song Chunjing lowered his eyes and looked indifferent, as if he really was passing by and followed Liu Zixian in to stand for a while.

Mrs. Shugui glanced at Liu Zixian, and stretched out her hand softly.

Liu Zixian knelt on the ground, restrained his slightly trembling fingertips, and pressed them on that part of his wrist.

He probed for a while, turned his head quietly, and turned his eyes to Song Chunjing.

It was a look of surprise and fear.

Shugui raised the corner of her mouth and couldn't help laughing.

"Doctor Liu, are you sure now?"

She withdrew her hand, picked up the silk scarf on her head, and threw it on Liu Zixian's face.

Liu Zixian knelt on the ground, not daring to speak.

Song Chunjing stood by the door, almost sticking to the door: "Physician Liu, what kind of serious illness did your nobleman suffer from? Are you worried about this?"

"Seriously ill?" Shugui laughed twice, "Seriously ill, I have a prince in my stomach..."

She stretched out her foot and kicked Liu Zixian on the shoulder, causing him to stagger back.

"I called you here just to let you see what is the end of framing Bengong. The two imperial physicians never imagined that today would happen, right?"

"It's really unexpected that in the past, the humble ministers have offended so many people, and I hope that the nobleman will forgive me."

Song Chunjing bowed respectfully: "Sincerely, congratulations, nobleman."

Liu Zixian looked at him in shock.

Shugui let out a disdainful "hum".

"It's the rule of the imperial hospital that if a concubine is pregnant, two imperial physicians should be called to make a diagnosis for fear of omissions." Liu Zixian lay on the ground and said, "Please call the imperial physician Song to take a look."

Shugui ignored the words, and said with a smile: "Look at how frightened you are."

Song Chunjing lowered his head slightly with a calm expression, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

So calm, Shugui became angry when he saw it, and said in a low voice: "If the Song imperial physician doesn't believe it, you can confirm it again."

"I can't believe it," Song Chunjing said with a slight smile on the corner of his lips, calm and unhurried, "Naturally, a nobleman would not dare to fake the emperor's heir, and a humble minister would not dare to do anything unnecessary."

Liu Zixian looked up at Mr. Shugui.

Mrs. Shugui smiled.

"Go away—" she said.

Song Chunjing glanced at Liu Zixian who was lying on the ground.

Get out first.

Liu Zixian then rolled out.

After taking a deep breath for a long time, he tremblingly asked, "This...how can I do it?"

"Does the emperor know?" Song Chunjing asked.

"I just came back from hunting, and I haven't had time to report."

"That's easy."

Song Chunjing smiled a little, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows moved slightly.

This smile startled Liu Zixian.

"You, you, you..." Liu Zixian stammered and asked, "Could you be..."

Then he held back for a long time, lowered his voice, and said anxiously: "...Murdering the emperor's heir is a capital crime of copying one's family and exterminating one's family!"

Song Chunjing looked him up and down.

He was so terrified when he saw people, he praised: "Emperor Liu is really kind-hearted. If I were a noble person, I would also like you very much."

Liu Zixian: "...What do you mean?"

"The doctor is benevolent."

Song Chunjing sneered softly, "Then you can take good care of me."