This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Song Chunjing gave him a very deep look.

The prince said: "Well, I am short of an attendant imperial physician when I go south, you nod, I don't care about it, how about it?"

After he finished speaking, before Song Chunjing could answer, he thought of what he said before that the two were not 'equal'.

Immediately, he changed his tone and said another way: "The imperial hospital is in short supply of manpower, and I really can't find anyone else. Wronged doctor Song to come with me, okay?"

These words have already given [-]% of the face, but Song Chunjing still shook his head.

The prince said, "Why?"

"The Queen Mother..."

"Don't mention the queen," the prince interrupted him, "to be honest, I won't beat you."

Song Chunjing looked at him with complicated eyes.

He hesitated and lowered his eyes.

The prince's expression immediately changed, and he said solemnly: "What nonsense are you thinking of prevaricating?"

Song Chunjing was taken aback.

Afterwards, he lowered his head and smiled inexplicably, "Your Highness's eyes are burning."

This is real teasing.

The prince was choked upright, seeing that he was injured, he didn't care about it.

Song Chunjing opened his mouth, "I am also a teacher. I am not alone. I have to consider my little apprentice in everything. He is in the critical period of learning. What will he do if I leave? Take him with me. ?"

"Your little apprentice," the prince laughed, "how many days have you been locked up, where is your little apprentice?"

The gardens of the General's Mansion are well maintained.

In spring, it grows rapidly every night, and the flower buds blow up one by one.

The servants who attend to the garden are diligent in watering and loosening the soil, and they don't dare to relax for a day.

This has a lot to do with the young master's liking to play with flowers and plants.

The young master of the General's Mansion, Song Chunjing's young apprentice, Shen Huan, cried for a few days.

The eyes are swollen like walnuts.

Get up early in the morning, wash your face, and go to the Song Mansion led by the general.

When he reached the door, Shen Huan stopped in his tracks, remained mute for a few days, and finally opened his mouth: "Father, you wait for me here."

The general squatted down, took out his hand holding the ice pack, and covered his red and swollen eyes.

"Huan, don't you need dad to follow you in?"

Shen Huan closed his eyes, let him cover them, and shook his head.

Feeling that his hands were no longer cold, he leaned back and tilted his body. The general understood and put his hands down.

The dark clouds in the sky slowly gave way to the morning light.

The light swallowed the darkness left on the ground last night inch by inch.

The morning light fell on the two of them, the general squinted his eyes, and asked for the last time: "You really don't want to learn anymore?"

Shen Huan nodded.

He became a little mute who didn't like to talk again.

The general didn't ask any more questions, got up, pushed him slightly forward, "Go."

Shen Huan turned to look at him, and he said again: "Father won't leave, I'll wait here for you to come out."

Shen Huan lowered his head, took two deep breaths, and knocked on the door of Song Mansion.

The boy opened a gap, saw him, and opened the door, "It's a coincidence that you two, master and apprentice, walked around."

Shen Huan was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Did Master just come back?"

The boy nodded and looked around, but there was no one there.

Taking half a step forward, he whispered: "His Royal Highness is also here. I heard that Mr. Song was asked to serve as the imperial physician, but Mr. Song used you as an excuse to get away, so he pushed him away."

Shen Huan looked at the threshold under his feet, and suddenly felt that his legs and feet were heavier than a thousand pieces of gold.

No matter what, I can't move forward.

The servant reminded: "You, come in?"

Shen Huan turned to look at the general, the general noticed it and grinned at him.

Shen Huan returned an extremely ugly smile, and walked in with difficulty.

The crown prince and Song Chunjing were talking in the living room.

Song Chunjing was very helpless and said: "Your Highness, if you don't leave again, the emperor will tell you to scold you to your heart's content again."

The prince didn't care much and let out a "huh", obviously because he was scolded a lot when he was a child, and he was scolded too hard.

He turned to ask, "Where's your little apprentice?"

Song Chunjing said: "I'm not at home, I went back to the General's Mansion for a few days, and I'm back today."

"What kind of sesame gall?" The prince snorted, "Can't you fall asleep without anyone cuddling up to you?"

Song Chunjing frowned and looked at him.

The prince sat upright, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

Chen Huan stood at the corner outside the door, listening to a few words.

Top-heavy, heart like a weight.

There was a pause in the conversation inside, and he finally mustered up the courage to knock on the door.

Inside, Song Chunjing said, "Go in."

Shen Huan pushed open the door, went in with hands in hand, knelt down on the ground and kowtowed, "Master."

Although he lowered his head, he could still feel the two gazes cast on him.

The returned Shen Huan was different from the past, and his thoughts were overflowing.

Song Chunjing raised his injured hand in front of him, "Get up."

Shen Huan got up, very cautious.

Song Chunjing thought he was afraid of the prince, so he said, "I'm back."

Shen Huan nodded, "Master."

He yelled, and tears immediately filled his eyes.

Song Chunjing: "Go back to your room."

Chen Huan took two deep breaths before holding back the tears.

He hesitated, lowered his head, and pursed his lips.

Seems to have something to say.

Song Chunjing looked at him for a while, and said, "Let's talk if you have something to do. If you have nothing to do, go to memorize. I will teach you how to make medicine in the afternoon."

Shen Huan hesitated for a moment, but stopped talking.

It's very unlike him.

You should be excited to learn something new.

Song Chunjing thought he was frightened, so he glanced at the prince.

The prince turned away and stared at Shen Huan.

He found that Song Chunjing still looked at him again.

So he stood up impatiently and walked into the compartment with a few strides.

When she brushed her body, the hem of her clothes was tangled, and the crow-black brocade of golden silk and red kite swept Song Chunjing's thigh.

Touch and go.

Song Chunjing frowned, staring at his back.

The prince seemed to be unintentional, and walked into the compartment without paying attention.

"Master is injured." Shen Huansang said.

Song Chunjing glanced at his exposed half of his hand, which was wrapped in heavy gauze, with a frightening appearance.

He collected it back, and then comforted Chen Huan and said: "It's okay, a man crosses the river and crosses the river, how can he not suffer from some wind and waves?"

When Shen Huan heard this, he almost cried again.

Desperately holding back her tears, she said in a crying voice, "I, I don't want to study medicine anymore."

Song Chunjing was taken aback.

Subconsciously glanced at the direction the prince was walking in.

Shen Huan's tears finally rolled down.

One was the size of a rolling soybean, and it blew all over the face.

Song Chunjing looked at him silently, pursing his lips slightly, wondering what he was thinking.

Shen Huan knelt on the ground again, kowtowed to Song Chunjing, and cried, "Thank you, Master, for your many days of teaching. It's just that Shen Huan is stupid, and he is not expected to study medicine."

Song Chunjing picked up the tea and took a sip.

After a while, the voice was still slightly heavy, not as clear as before, "Are you sure you don't want to learn anymore?"

He didn't ask the reason, but directly confirmed with Shen Huan.

Shen Huan knew that this was Song Chunjing.

At the same time, he thought in his heart that Master had been half-hearted in accepting me as an apprentice, and he was not very happy about it.

Now that I am asking myself to leave, maybe he will also breathe a sigh of relief.

He lowered his head, his voice seemed to be squeezed out of a stone mill, and he replied word by word: "I won't learn anymore."

Song Chun nodded his head.

Shen Huan saw his movements from the vague and faint shadow on the ground.

Tears fell to the ground in an instant, and he thought to himself: At this point, there is no turning back.

He stood up, knelt down again, pressed his forehead to the ground, and knocked deeply.

Back and forth three times.

Finally stood up, lowered his hands and said: "Master's kindness, Shen Huan will always remember it in his heart."

Song Chunjing looked out the window.

The scenery outside the window is fresh, the breeze supports the branches, and it is a sunny day.

"Forget about anything else," Song Chunjing said, "on the tenth day of March, at night, you took a letter from me, return it."

His voice is long and distant, like the breeze in February and August, gently brushing over the ears, itchy, warm, very pleasant to hear.

The content is extremely embarrassing.

Shen Huan was silent.

He knew that he used 'take' instead of 'steal', and he tried his best to save face.

The room was silent.

Shen Huan pursed her lips tightly.

Tears filled my eyes, and I tried my best to hold back.

After a while, he took out a flat object wrapped in brocade cloth from his body.

He lowered his head and handed it over with trembling hands.

"At this point, the fate between you and me as a master and apprentice is over." Song Chunjing took the thing, unfolded it on the table, received the letter, and left the wrapped cloth beside the teacup.

"Go to the room to pack up and see if there is anything to take away. If there is nothing, I will ask my followers to pack up together tomorrow."

He added: "If the medical book is useful to you, you can take it with you."

Shen Huan cowardly responded, like a mosquito chirping, "Yes, Master."

He walked out the door like a walking dead, and turned to his room.

Shen Huan touched his quilt first, then climbed up and lay down on the pillow, staring at the note hanging above his head.

On the note is the error-prone part of his excerpt from the book, and he read it every night before going to bed.

It has been accumulated to be two inches wide and four inches long.

He stretched out his hand to untie it, folded it and squeezed it in his hand.

Get up, go to the desk, the book that hasn't been turned for many days is still the same page, there is more water in the small bottle for flower arrangement, the table is clean and bright, without any dust.

It must have been cleaned up by Master just this morning.

He stretched out his hand to take the plum branch stuck in the vase.

He grabbed these two things and went out the door.

In the small garden at the door, astragalus has grown to an arm's height.

Shen Huan looked at it, his eyes were painful and astringent.

In the end, he turned his head and ran out of the Song family gate.

The general was looking outside the door.

Seeing him coming out in a daze, he asked with concern: "Has your master ever made things difficult for you?"

Shen Huan panted and shook his head.

Then he squatted on the ground and buried his face in the crook of his arms.

The general wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say, so he sighed.

He bent his legs and squatted beside him.

Although the spring sun is not poisonous, it still feels like burning after a long time in the sun.

The general stretched out a hand to cover Shen Huan's head.

A palm-sized shadow fell on a small piece of the back of Shen Huan's neck that was exposed.

He patted Shen Huan's head with the other hand, "You don't want to say the reason, father doesn't force it. In short, even if my son doesn't study medicine, he will be excellent if he studies anything else."

Shen Huan tightly grasped the two things brought out, her shoulders trembled slightly.

In the Song Mansion, the door curtain of the living room compartment rang.

The prince came out silently, stood beside Song Chunjing, and followed his gaze to look at the gentle willow branches outside the window.

Song Chunjing stared blankly at the prince.

Look a little strange.

"What look?" The prince sat next to him, leaning on the back of the chair, and picked up the tea to drink, "I didn't do it."

Song Chunjing was still staring at him.

The prince stopped drinking the tea when he reached his mouth, and seriously argued: "It's really not me."

Song Chunjing regained his senses in a daze, and glanced at the prince.

This glance contains too many things, confusion, doubt, disbelief, and some regret.

When read together, it seems to be saying: Is there something wrong with me?

The prince's heart tightened, and he seemed to ask casually: "What's the matter with this brat?"

There was already a hint of impatience in his tone.

Song Chunjing lowered his eyelids and regained consciousness.

The eyelashes were lowered, blocking the watery and bright eyes, the lips opened and closed, and asked: "Isn't it just what the prince wants?"

The flash of confusion is like a passing cloud, and it disappears in the blink of an eye.

He became that Song Tai doctor who was invulnerable to swords and guns and oil and salt again.

The prince silently let go of the breath hanging in his throat.

"Oh," he sighed pretendingly, looked at him from the corner of his eye, and cleared his throat, "Now there are no more apprentices, and Imperial Physician Song can finally spare time to pick up the imperial hospital's errand going south."

The author has something to say: there will be more changes tonight, who told you that you are all little babies!

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