This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

As a resolute party of the prince, Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice has always made suggestions and dedicated himself, and has made outstanding contributions to consolidating the status of the prince.

After marrying her daughter into the Eastern Palace, she worked even harder.

The side concubine of the Eastern Palace, without accident, is the future concubine, only under the empress.

If the crown princess can't think about it, she becomes a monk, or gets a sudden illness and dies.

Then you'll be queen.

The pinnacle of women's rights.

At present, it is very possible that the princess has not shown her face once in the past 800 years, and only knows about eating fast and reciting Buddha.

Shang Shu sat in the East Palace study for a long time.

Tea was added three or four times.

The heavy rain outside has turned light again.

After looking around countless times, he finally saw the figure of the prince.

The prince came late, and there was water and mud all over the edges of his shoes and under his clothes.

It was too late to change, so I went straight into the study.

Shang Shu stood up, "Your Highness."

He lowered his head and saw that the prince hadn't changed his clothes, so he rushed over, full of satisfaction, feeling that he was the most valued.

So he said with concern: "Your Highness, go and change into clean clothes first, the old minister is not in a hurry, not in a hurry."

"It's not good to make Yue Zhang wait for a long time." The prince said.

The sound of 'Yue Zhang' almost knocked Shang Shu's soul away.

Shang Shu said happily: "Is the little girl still sensible?"

he asked directly.

The prince nodded, "If you adopt a daughter like this, father-in-law must have spent a lot of effort. I am thinking of your benefit from the bottom of my heart."

He said slowly.

Shang Shu was almost coaxed so hard that he couldn't find Bei.

The two praised the woman, and finally Chi Shangshu was satisfied with the compliment.

He sat on a chair under the desk, leaned forward slightly, and faced the crown prince, "After your highness left Beijing, General Huwei saw that you were not there, so he boldly sent his adopted son to the Song residence to worship as a teacher. Everyone is out of sight, and I have the courage to ask a question..."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, seeing that the Prince's face was not displeased, and then continued.

"Other than the person involved, who else knows what happened back then?"

The prince hesitated for a moment, as if he thought carefully about the person involved.

"You don't need to mention General Huwei, nor your father, queen mother, you, me, Sun Guang, Wang Bin, and..."

Shangshu is waiting for him to write.

His face remained the same, he hesitated for a moment, and changed his words: "It's gone."

Shang Shu sensitively heard the momentary pause, and made a questioning expression.

The crown prince calmed down and sighed, "There is a party in the general's mansion, and there are probably quite a few people who know about it, and Prince Li and his son may also know about it."

"Prince Li is in the same nest as the General's Mansion, so he should know something," Shang Shu nodded, his mind spinning quickly, "Master Sun is the same as a subordinate official, he is wholeheartedly thinking about the prince, Lord Wang can take another look."

Then, he changed the subject.

"So, doesn't the Imperial Physician of Song know Shen Huan's true identity?" Shang Shu was puzzled and said helplessly, "Isn't this Imperial Physician of Song...has always been close to you? Why is he so disobedient and disregarding your thoughts and situation? "

The prince was silent.

Shangshu suggested: "If the Song imperial physician is unavailable, the old doctor in Weichen's mansion who went to supervise the flood with the prince can stay in the East Palace and serve the prince."

"Don't bother me now," said the prince.

Shangshu observed his expression, and felt that the crown prince's expression became more dignified when the Song imperial physician was mentioned.

"Wouldn't it be detrimental to the crown prince if the imperial doctor of the Song Dynasty stood in the camp of the general's mansion someday?" Shang Shu continued to be serious.

"He won't." The prince heard the words.

His answer was decisive and unquestionable, Shang Shu opened his mouth, but still wanted to persuade him.

But the prince said: "Father sent me to continue going south to consolidate the remaining dams before the heavy rain."

Shangshu was not stubborn, so he followed the words and thought about it.

"There are countless remaining dams, and all of them will be reinforced. At least it will take a few months." Thinking that the crown prince will leave Beijing again, he feels a little uncertain. Shang Shu is very worried, "I don't know what the emperor's move is..."

He was always suspicious, and the crown prince got used to it, so he said: "No matter how long it takes, there will be a leader, and before the rainy season, he will come back anyway."

Shangshu still has to say more.

The prince said: "The old doctor was good last time. This time, let me go. It will be more convenient."

He took the initiative to mention it, and Shang Shu's hanging heart was more or less relaxed.

The maid came up with the brewed tea, and the prince made a gesture of please.

Shang Shu took a sip, feeling that it did not taste like the common tea in Beijing.

So I took a look at the porcelain cover with three circles of gold and a picture of a lady picking flowers in the middle, and found that it was not a common tea roll.

The prince looked at his actions and smiled, "The early spring tea brought back from the south has not had time to dry yet, so the taste is not too strong, it is fun to drink."

As he spoke, he ordered, "Go pack a box and send it to the Shangshu Mansion."

The maid answered and went.

Shang Shu stood up and thanked him.

The prince said: "There is one more thing. I always have doubts about the assassination in the hunting ground."

Shang Shu nodded, "The minister has already told me what happened, but Dali Siqing disagrees, saying that there are many doubts."

"Concubine Shu is in the harem after all, I can't find out," the crown prince sighed, "I have already submitted the petition, let's see what the emperor says."

Someone outside the door reported, "Your Highness, Miss Yingxiu is here to invite you and Master Shangshu to go to Ruluo Hall for some snacks."

"You go," the prince glanced at Shang Shu, "I'll take care of some things, and I'll go there later."

Chi Shangshu resigned.

Led by someone, go to Ruluo Hall.

"Wuda." The prince said.

With a knife on his waist, Wu Da stepped into the door from the side, "Your Highness."

"Bring Dali Siqing here."

"Yes."

Wu Da took the order and went out to pick up people.

After a stick of incense, the sound of horseshoes outside the East Palace Gate suddenly disappeared.

Dali Temple Minister He Houcong got off his horse trembling, held on to the pillar and vomited.

Uda patted him, "Are you alright, sir?"

He Houcong did not dare to say badly, and nodded weakly.

Because the royal family is weak, officials in the court and China are also cautious and make very few mistakes.

Therefore, Dali Temple has been idle for a long time, and the Ministry of punishment seems to have more things to do.

Over the past few years, the Ministry of Severe Penalties has been created, and the status quo of Dali Temple has been lightened.

This can be seen from his performance in the prison of the Ministry of Justice that day.

The servant is in charge of everything, the majestic minister of Dali Temple, one of the nine ministers, should be in charge, but he depends on the face of the little servant, standing aside and unable to intervene.

The prince sat on the chair, watched him salute, and said straight to the point:

"I came here to ask you what you think about the hunting ground assassination incident."

He Houcong felt aggrieved when he was an official.

I tried to transfer away from Dali Temple several times, but it never worked.

When the prince pretended to look for him, he thought he was looking for trouble.

Didn't expect to ask that.

He Houcong said: "The servant was disturbed by King Li, and he also thinks that the murderer behind the scenes is Concubine Shu."

What he said showed that he didn't think highly of the servant, and felt that he was a villain, but he also looked down on King Li, thinking that he was upright.

At the same time, he expressed his position to the prince.

The prince couldn't help but glanced at him.

"Why, isn't it?" He asked casually.

"Even if Concubine Shu is pregnant, she is still in her womb. The sex is unknown. It would be too early to attack the prince now!"

"Prepare for a rainy day," said the prince.

He Houcong paused.

She lowered her head even more, "A concubine is not allowed to be involved in politics, and Shu's mother's home is thousands of miles away. There is no reason to know your itinerary. How do you know that you will definitely go to the hunting ground when you return that day, and count the time to assassinate you?"

The prince remained silent, as if he had listened in his heart.

He Houcong waited quietly.

"Sit." The prince said.

Yan Zhen came in from the outside, moved a chair and placed it not far from the desk.

The prince asked, "Are you back?"

As soon as He Houcong looked up, he realized that the words were not meant for him.

Yan Zhen said: "Yes."

The crown prince nodded, and Yan Zhen retreated quietly.

"To tell you the truth, it wasn't me who was going to be killed by the assassin that day, but..." The prince fixed his eyes on He Houcong's face, "I happened to save the imperial doctor Song from the imperial hospital."

He Houcong looked at him in shock.

It took a long time to close my mouth in disbelief.

"Then this matter has to be sorted out again, maybe it's another world."

He Houcong thought for a while, "If you can ask Song Tai Physician, you may have new discoveries."

The prince propped his chin, and said casually: "There are many things in the Tai Hospital, if you don't need anything, you can ask me first, maybe I know a thing or two."

He Houcong didn't think about this sentence carefully.

I just feel that the crown prince and the Song imperial physician are a little too close.

"Has Imperial Physician Song offended anyone?" He asked seriously.

"That's too much."

The prince thought for a while, "From the nobles in the palace to the officials and colleagues, everything you can think of has probably been angered by him."

"Perhaps the Imperial Physician Song accidentally offended someone and brought revenge." He Houcong guessed.

"He is an imperial doctor, who can offend anyone, he has to replace the life-saving medicine with the killing medicine, so as to cause such a murderous disaster." The prince said.

"Talking more disturbs your thoughts, so stop here." The prince said.

Don't talk much, don't point fingers, He Houcong feels deeply valued.

Almost moved and cried: "The next official must investigate and deal with it!"

The prince nodded, "I will trouble you with this matter."

"Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it," He Houcong didn't expect to be able to take on an errand, but he was still appointed by the prince.

It seems that years of bumpy official career finally cleared the clouds and mist, and saw the faint dawn ahead.

He excitedly said: "I will do my best."

Generally speaking, courtiers call themselves emperors and ministers to the emperor.

When He Houcong came up, he called himself a minister to the prince.

It also means compliment and loyalty.

The prince completely accepted this favor.

"I must be grateful for finding out the truth."

He Houcong stood up, then knelt down on the ground again, "This is my job, I thank the prince for his trust first."

The prince stood up and walked over to him.

Helped him up himself.

The two faced each other, and the prince confessed: "Don't say anything."

He Houcong lowered his head, Zheng nodded, "Yes."

He Houcong came and went, and it took only a cup of tea.

They came and went quietly, without having time to attract the attention of others.

Yan Zhen walked in and added some hot water to the cup, and waited aside.

The prince picked it up and took a big gulp.

"Say."

Yan Zhenping said: "The camp in the suburbs of Beijing has been stable recently, and there has been no fluctuation, but King Li is a little greedy. First, he went to the Ministry of War to meet the chief treasurer, and then he handed over a letter of greeting to the General's Mansion."

"Accepted?" the prince asked.

"No, isn't the general sick? He can't see anyone when he's sick." Yan Zhen said.

The prince nodded, "The General's Mansion has been honest recently."

"The chief treasurer," the prince pinched a spring jasmine blooming in the glass vase at the corner of the table.

He lifted the lid of the teacup and threw it in.

The flowers are light, without any ripples, but dazzled with embellishments, making the tea-color green and beautiful.

The prince said casually: "Tell him, don't yell if you have nothing to do, he is not good enough to be friends with King Li."

"Yes."

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