This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Song Chunjing read the letter in the sedan chair, thought about it, and tucked it under the cotton pad in the sedan chair.

The East Palace is very particular, and it is only an errand after the pick-up and drop-off.

Not surprisingly, he still had to go home in this sedan chair after he came out.

Not long after, the outsider whispered: "Master Song, we're here."

The East Palace has arrived.

After the crown prince, nothing came out of the harem for ten years.

The position of the Eastern Palace has been firmly seated until now.

Furthermore, his maternal ancestral family had a strong background, and his uncle's family held great power and gained face in the imperial court. A few years ago, he married the princess concubine and he became a family. Recently, the emperor appointed the daughter of the minister of punishment to be his side concubine.

He bears the name of his son-in-law, with unparalleled scenery and countless supporters.

One prince, extremely stable.

The East Palace was renovated twice in ten years, and countless new halls were erected.

The court officials told him that he was extravagant, but he didn't take it too seriously, he was not afraid that the emperor would lick his crown prince Ling.

It can be seen that he is confident and difficult to get along with.

Song Chunjing sighed.

Someone outside asked: "Master Song, please move your step."

Open the curtain of the car, there are already people lying on the ground as footsteps.

He didn't even look at it, he raised a long leg and stepped directly down, stepping on the ground.

The boy was afraid that he would pull his thigh, so he hurried over to help him.

Song Chunjing waved his hand, stood in front of the east palace gate, and looked at the black plaque with gold powder sprinkled characters on it.

The chief manager, Yan Zhen, stood at the bottom of the steps and hurriedly greeted the people inside.

"It's time to wait for you, the prince has already been waiting for you in Zhan's office."

Zhan has always dealt with political affairs during his work, and no one else is allowed to enter.

"The chief executive is polite." Song Chunjing didn't want to go, "Didn't it mean that the crown prince has a headache? If it's all right, I'll go back as an official."

Yan Zhen was half a step behind him, and walked towards him, "It's a headache. It's been hurting all morning. The minister got a letter and sent a thrush, saying it was to relieve boredom. The prince teased him for a while, and then he got better." .”

"Shangshu?" Song Chunjing thought for a while, "Is it the prince's new in-laws, Chi Shangshu?"

"Yes," Yan Zhen said with a smile, "I must have learned from the concubine's mouth that she immediately sent a new gadget, which is considered intentional."

Song Chunjing let out an ah, and said in a low voice: "Your side concubine has just entered the door not long ago, so you must be a fresh newcomer, and you are just in favor."

As they spoke, the two walked through the garden in front of the court. Song Chunjing raised his eyes and was taken aback for a moment.

The hall next to it seems to be newly built. The main hall is thickly painted with black tiles, and the new ones are shiny.

The left and right side halls are only half built, and the flower beds are still filled with the smell of damp soil.

A few young men are hanging a plaque on it: Chunjiao Hall

Yan Zhen followed his gaze, bowed his head and smiled.

Song Chunjing said: "I heard that the name of your new side concubine has 'Jiao' in it...the prince is really interesting."

The East Palace and even the high-ranking officials stipulated that the subordinates were not allowed to talk about the master’s name and taboo, and the regulations of the East Palace were very strict. Yan Zhen lowered his head and smiled, but did not respond.

Song Chunjing just said it and didn't take it to heart.

Don't look at each other on the road, copy your hands all the way, go straight to Zhan Shijian.

The prince was really teasing the thrush.

Song Chunjing entered the door and knelt on the ground, "I heard that the crown prince has a headache, I'm here to take a look for you."

The prince turned half his body, and the side face was covered with a little bit of sunlight.

He squinted his eyes when the sun was shining, and then hid away.

His eyes were still dark.

With a straight nose bridge, as long as the thin lips on this face don't move, no one can see his happiness or anger.

He glanced at the person kneeling on the ground, and asked, "Have you met your apprentice?"

The voice was deep, hoarse, and even more unpredictable.

What apprentice?

Song Chunjing thought back, and remembered the young man whom he had met in the imperial hospital in the morning.

Not even a stick of incense after that incident in the early morning, the prince already knew about it here.

The speed at which the news was learned was a bit scary.

He has countless subordinates, his eyes are numb, and he no longer avoids the emperor very much.

But the emperor is still in the spring and autumn.

This is even scarier.

Song Chunjing lay motionless on the ground, and said truthfully, "I didn't look carefully."

"The general is very good at learning, and I want you to be his master for his tuberculosis adopted son." The prince stared at him and said, "Why, should you teach him how to treat a doctor first, and then teach him how to win the crown prince?"

Song Chunjing's fingertips were soaked by the glaze on the ground, and he said slowly, "I don't understand the prince's words."

"Shall I explain it to you?"

The voice was lower and out of normal speed.

Song Chunjing knelt on the ground with his head depressed, "If the prince wants to confide..."

His voice was also muffled, "Xiaguan is willing to listen."

The prince stared at the back of his head, trying to make a hole.

Smell the needle for a while.

The thrush lying on the flower branch and bird claw frame gave a soft "squeak".

The crown prince exhaled, and Song Chunjing felt the pressure on his head become much more relaxed, and the atmosphere suddenly became more relaxed.

"It is rumored that the child in the General's Mansion... is my father's illegitimate son. He was sent out because he was afraid that he would not be able to grow up in the palace." The crown prince stretched out his finger and scratched the fluff on the thrush's eyebrows, "It can be seen that the General's Mansion is a treasured place. I haven't heard a child cry for more than ten years, and let out a crazy nobleman with a big belly to support a child."

Song Chunjing stared at the ground, "Is there such a thing? If the prince hadn't come to tell the lower officials, who would do it instead..."

"Raise your head." The prince interrupted him.

Song Chunjing hesitated for a moment, then raised his head.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, making his pupils pale, and it seemed that there were glass flowers inside.

The moment the two met their eyes, the kaleidoscope in his pupils froze.

There seemed to be an abyss in the eyes of the prince, it was extremely dark, and there were no waves.

Song Chunjing came back to his senses.

The kaleidoscope shattered and scattered.

He continued: "If you didn't open your mouth about this matter, whoever said it, the lower officials would not believe it."

The voice was still calm, and only with the expression on his face could it be seen that he was surprised.

There was some trepidation in this surprise.

Looking more closely, I'm still a little confused.

The prince looked at him a few times and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Now that I've explained it to you, do you still want to accept that bastard as an apprentice?"

Song Chunjing opened his mouth, and looked at the shape, it was "ah".

"You also said that it's a rumor." Song Chunjing moved his knees to make himself feel less uncomfortable. "Most of the gossips are false. Others don't take it seriously. Why do you take it seriously?"

The prince stared at him.

Song Chunjing slowly lowered his eyelids, and dropped them to the ground again.

Prince: "Get up."

Song Chunjing stood up and supported his knee with one hand.

Kneeling for so few words, he looked a little weak.

For a while, the thick clothes wrapped in him when he came here did not warm him thoroughly, and at a glance, his face was either black or white, with no human touch at all.

Still there.

During the occasional conversation, the lips opened and closed slightly, with a bright and warm color.

Sunny, beautiful, and sexy.

Song Chunjing tilted his head, covered his mouth and coughed twice.

The prince came back to his senses, "Huh?"

"You promoted me to the next level, the general did not know what medicine he took wrongly, and he wants to send his son to study medicine," Song Chunjing lowered his head slightly, and composed the general's words respectfully and obediently.

He said again: "Even if it is not a child of the general's family, even if it is an adopted child, I would not dare to climb high."

The crown prince nodded, and finally turned his gaze away to him again.

Although the person in front of him has long eyelashes, he looks gentle and harmless, but the corners of his eyes are slightly higher, and he looks smart.

But he is respectful and docile, always doing his job well and not getting involved in messy things.

The reviews and tone are good.

The prince thought to himself: "The matter of the general's mansion should really have nothing to do with him."

"Sit." He pointed to the chair beside him.

The prince still stood still, but Song Chunjing didn't dare to sit down.

"Dare not dare," he asked, "Does the prince have any orders?"

The prince's brows loosened a little.

"Since the prince is in good health," Song Chunjing lowered his head, "then I will take my leave."

The prince pursed his lips.

After a while, he nodded lightly and slowly.

Song Chunjing resigned, and when he turned around, the prince said behind him: "These days are too cold, don't go out if there is nothing important to do."

Song Chunjing hesitated and nodded.

Silence fell behind.

In the silence, Song Chunjing heard his own light footsteps, and went out the door.

The sedan chair was still parked outside.

The second step has been set up, Song Chunjing took a look and went up.

The sedan chair moved forward smoothly.

After walking down a street, he reached out and touched under the cushion——

Almost lost his mind.

The letter originally left here is gone!

Standing up in a hurry, he lifted the cushion.

The bottom is empty.

He suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the East Palace, and at the same time, the sedan chair shook slightly.

Song Chunjing put his hands on the edge of the window to stabilize his body.

Someone outside asked: "Master Song, is there something wrong?"

"No……"

He was lost in thought, withdrew his hand, and said in a daze: "...it's okay."

Taking advantage of the trembling of the curtains in the action room, he sized up the little servant who was standing by the side.

The young man was also looking over, and the eyes of the two fell apart. The young man lowered his head and asked respectfully, "Do you have any orders?"

Song Chunjing twitched the corner of his mouth slightly at him, and slowly lowered the curtains.

Donggong Zhan's affairs.

The prince watched the figure disappear completely, and was delayed for a while.

Just let out a sigh of relief.

Looking around for a week, the files in the room were piled up like a mountain.

He picked out a case file at random and pressed his forehead.

Yan Zhen walked in, holding an envelope in his hand.

The prince looked over, staring at the envelope that had taken off the sealing wax, "said".

Yan Zhen put the envelope on the desk, "Sir Song got off the sedan chair in a hurry, and lost something, and asked the subordinates to pick it up."

The prince put down the case file in his hand, lowered his eyes and read it carefully several times.

It seemed that there was something hot to touch hidden in the envelope.

After a while, his eyes slowly sank, and he slowly picked up the letter.

His eyes were dark, turning into a pool of ink.