This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Song Chunjing looked at the sky above, it was very dark.

He got into the carriage of Donggong.

The East Palace arrived, and the heat was exhausted.

Song Chunjing couldn't help shivering.

The East Palace at night is much more terrifying than during the day, the high gate opened its mouth, it was quiet, and there were faint lights inside.

Come and eat whatever you want, with your mouth open and motionless.

Yan Zhen took Song Chunjing inside, and when he got there, he looked up and saw that it was a study.

The crown prince was very careful, Zhan dealt with government affairs during business hours, and the study room dealt with other things.

At this point, is there anything else you can't finish?

Yan Zhen has already opened the door.

The prince was wearing close-fitting clothes and a thick blanket, as if he had finished washing.

Sitting behind the desk with hair dazed.

Yan Zhen whispered: "Prince, Master Song is here."

The prince came back to his senses and nodded.

Song Chunjing was about to kneel, but the crown prince waved his hand, "Sit."

Yan Zhen moved the chair, Song Chunjing had already knelt down on his own, "I don't dare to overstep."

I was speechless.

The prince asked softly: "Do you know what to ask you for?"

Song Chunjing couldn't hear the emotion, but still buried his head in the shadows, "I heard that the prince has insomnia."

"Insomnia," the prince smiled, "do you know why you have insomnia?"

"I don't know," Song Chunjing replied smoothly, "No matter what your reason is, I will prescribe a medicine for you to sleep soundly."

The prince almost laughed out loud.

"Looked up."

"The subordinate dare not."

The voice above his head suddenly fell silent, Song Chunjing waited for a while, then raised his head slightly.

The prince was staring at him, his face darkened, and the storm was about to come.

The eyes of the two collided in the air, Song Chunjing lowered his eyes, the prince stared at his smooth forehead, and asked in a slightly lower voice: "Song Chunjing, let me ask you again, do you understand the identity of the adopted son of the general's mansion? "

Song Chunjing remained silent for a moment.

The prince waited for him to open his mouth.

He cleared his throat.

The crown prince cut him off, "You can talk after you think about it."

Song Chunjing opened his mouth, his face was extremely sincere, "Your official really doesn't know."

The prince stretched out a slender finger, tapped the table, and made two crisp "da da" sounds.

Song Chunjing looked up, and saw an open letter lying on the desk, the corners were a little dark, as if it had been pondered for a long time, and it was stained with sweat.

He turned his eyes away and looked at the prince suspiciously.

"What do you say about this?" the prince asked.

Song Chunjing was surprised and said, "What is this?"

The prince curled his fingers and flicked the letter down, and the letter floated to Song Chunjing's side as if it had eyes.

"Good."

Song Chunjing looked at it carefully, then shook his head.

The prince rested his hands on his forehead, as if he really had a headache.

Song Chunjing said with concern: "The next official should see a doctor for the prince first."

The prince rubbed his forehead for a while, and let out a long breath.

"My servant picked this up from the carriage that carried you the day before yesterday, and it was pressed under the cushion, why, don't you know?" The prince stared at him and emphasized: "You were the only one who sat in that carriage that day. "

"I really don't know," Song Chunjing stared at those dark eyes, still a pair of glazed eyes, "The servant said that it was a letter he picked up, and that he found it under the cushion... What the hell is going on? here?"

"Indeed, he said that I was the only one who sat in that sedan chair that day," Song Chunjing breathed out slightly, "That's why he insisted that it belonged to me, but where I hid my things, I have to put them in the sedan chair in the East Palace. Do you need to make a fuss and put your head under some cushion, does the crown prince feel wronged?"

This person has always been unreasonable and disturbing, making him the only one who is loyal and upright in the whole world.

The prince wanted to gag him.

"So you really don't know the letter?"

Song Chun nodded.

The crown prince supported his head, feeling amused, "Then what did you go to the general's mansion just now?"

"The general has a big old wooden tea table, and he wants to give it to me." Song Chunjing said.

"Why do you give it to you well?" The prince sneered: "You don't get paid for nothing."

"Yes," Song Chunjing was as good as he was, "so I don't want to be an official."

The prince was silent.

After a while, he asked again, "What else did you say?"

"...the adopted son of the general's mansion is ill," Song Chunjing said, "the general asked me to go and have a look."

"Why, when I invited you, I even sent a carriage to invite you three times, wait four times, wait three times and wait four times. As soon as the general invited you, you went for a walk?" the prince asked coldly.

"You can't help yourself, prince!" Song Chunjing sighed, "It's really... this..."

He said aggrievedly: "Maybe the prince will take the position of lower official, so I don't have to get up early and go to bed late, and I don't have to bear the crime of wanting to commit crimes. I am also happy to be an idler."

"It's just that I have no income, and the prince will support me."

His brows were slightly frowned, and although I couldn't tell, I looked like I was innocent and my loyalty was comparable to the sun and the moon.

The prince sneered, "You'd better not really wait until that day."

There seemed to be not enough charcoal fire in the Eastern Palace, maybe it was because he didn't dare to burn it hard at night, Song Chunjing felt that it was much colder than during the day.

He persisted and controlled himself not to shudder.

The prince waved his hand.

Yan Zhen on the side quietly retreated, and gently closed the door of the study.

The prince stood up and took a chair to Song Chunjing's side.

The chair fell to the ground with a "da" sound.

Song Chunjing slightly moved his numb knee.

With a heavy weight on his body, the prince threw the blanket he was wearing on him.

The blanket still carries body temperature, which is gentle and suitable, warm.

Song Chunjing raised his head and looked at him suspiciously, but now only half of his face was exposed, and the other half was buried in the blanket.

Just as he was about to stretch out his hand to tug, the prince said, "Don't move."

"Yes." Song Chunjing didn't dare to move.

The prince looked at him with lowered eyes for a while, "Have you been in poor health recently?"

"..." Song Chunjing: "?"

Song Chunjing said, "Very good, very good."

The prince turned his eyes away, he didn't know what to think, his eyes became extremely meaningful.

Song Chunjing moved his body, and suddenly the prince said, "Get up."

He didn't move, and asked in a low voice, "Is the prince sleepy?"

The prince looked at him, "A little bit."

"If the crown prince is sleepy, the next official will leave first."

"Chunjing'er," the prince squinted at him, "do you owe me a beating?"

"Don't dare," Song Chunjing said, "I am trembling with fear."

It seems that he is the only one in the whole world who is upright and selfless, neither humble nor overbearing.

The prince looked at him lying on the ground, stretched out his foot and kicked him.

Song Chunjing lay even lower.

"For making me wait for you for so long, what can you do to compensate me?" the prince asked.

Song Chunjing: "There are countless masters in the imperial hospital. The crown prince's holy body is important. If you want to, you can find others at will, and you don't have to wait for the official."

This is a refusal, saying that you have delayed my time and you still blame me, you can go find someone else, I am happy.

As the emperor got older, the prince was almost uncrowned king. Recently, there were more and more people who directly handed the booklets to the East Palace first.

There are very few people who dare to be so mean to the prince.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the only one.

But the prince doesn't care.

He leaned on the back of the chair, his posture was extremely leisurely, and he didn't see any discomfort in his body at all, "The reason why I paid people out is to save face for you, now it's just you and me, tell the truth , Do you know the identity of the adopted son of the General's Mansion, I don't blame you."

Generally speaking, people who can say things like 'you tell the truth, I don't blame you' are a little sick.

Either it is obsessive-compulsive disorder, or he will definitely be furious when he learns the truth.

The status of the prince is here again, so it is hard to say that blood will not flow into rivers.

Song Chunjing said in his heart that I believed in your evil.

He sighed, frowned tightly, and said with a very sincere attitude: "I really don't know!"

The prince nodded.

When he is silent, it is very scary.

You don't know if he really has nothing to say, or he is thinking about what method and method to use to punish you.

Fortunately, this time is not very long.

After only a few breaths, the suppressed and restrained voice of that person was remembered above his head.

"get out."

Song Chunjing hurriedly said, "Yes!"

Pick up the robe and go outside.

He was still wearing the Prince's blanket, which he forgot to take off.

It was as if there was a scourge behind him, making him dare not stop.

Kankan went out, the prince called him behind his back, "Chunjing'er,"

The voice was not loud, so Song Chunjing pretended he didn't hear it, and walked out just staring at his feet.

The prince's voice was much louder, and he called again, "Song Chunjing,"

Song Chunjing stopped.

The prince said behind his back, "Do you want to accept him as a disciple? I..."

...how am I?

The prince tried his best to hold back, so he didn't go forward to threaten and question him.

Song Chunjing didn't turn his head, perhaps because he had been kneeling for a long time, and his calf was throbbing.

He still stood up straight, "Since the crown prince said it was a rumor, it is not credible. Today the general's mansion asked me to accept an apprentice. As usual, I dare not refuse because of my humble status. Although I really don't like this hard work, if I really refuse That's what makes people suspicious."

Although he couldn't see his expression, he still had a smile in his voice.

"Prince, don't worry, for the sake of the prince's reputation, I can bear this hardship."

It seems to be really loyal and wholeheartedly for your sake.

The prince pursed his lips.

Song Chunjing listened attentively, but there was no movement, "I will take my leave."

I left on my own.

The prince saw that he was in such a hurry that his feet didn't touch the ground, and the storm was about to come in his eyes, all of which looked unattainable.

After a while, he stood up restrainedly and kicked the chair hard.

The chair was unbearable, hit the ground with a "slap", and slid out a long way.

Outside the study.

There are three or four corners along the way at intervals, and it is a small garden.

I have planted some fragrant flowers, but the cold winter months are bare and haven't sprouted yet.

In the howling cold wind, apart from the messy flowers and branches, there was also a soft voice from a little girl, "Concubine side, let's go back, it's so cold, what if I get sick when I turn around?"

The crown prince's side concubine Chi Mingjiao took a few steps forward, hiding further away from the study.

She stopped, "... Tell me, what is the crown prince summoning that imperial physician over and over again? Are you really feeling unwell?"

The maid shook her head, and the bell in the shape of a winter jasmine hanging on her head rang.

"Hush!" Chi Mingjiao quickly held her down.

She waited for a while, nothing happened.

Discouraged again: "Does he not like me?"

"How could that be?" the maid comforted, "Who is the crown prince? If I didn't like it, I wouldn't ask the emperor to marry him!"

"Then what, why..." Chi Mingjiao blushed slightly from the side, but the person in front of her grew up with her and knew the truth, so she didn't shy away from it, "We were married for a month, why didn't he come to me all the time?" place?"

The maid thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "Look at the half-built new hall. I went to see the plaque that was hung the day before yesterday. The 'Chunjiao Hall' was said to be built for you."

"Really?" Chi Mingjiao looked suspiciously at the Xindian in the distance.

"That's right," the maid smiled, "I've read it several times. The word 'pepper' should be the one in your name. It's hard to say that the prince wants to give you a surprise. Of course, you have to hold back first." Come to see you."

When the maid laughed, Chi Mingjiao blushed even more.

Just as he was talking, there was a "crack" sound in the study.

It appeared that the chair had been smashed to the ground with force.

Hearing this voice, the servant girl's legs softened.

The master and servant looked at each other.

The maid forced herself to calm down and tugged at the corner of her clothes, "A few days ago, I heard from Lord Shangshu that the crown prince will go to the south to check the floods. It will take at least half a month to go, and the imperial physician will definitely be there. If the side concubine is not at ease, May wish to recommend one."

"You mean..." Chi Mingjiao tilted his head, thought for a moment, and thousands of thoughts ran through his mind, "The crown prince relies heavily on the Song imperial physician, and I'm afraid he has to take it with him this time to serve him. I'm afraid it won't work."

"You should give it a try, just in case..." the maid advised her.

Chi Mingjiao thought about it carefully, and nodded cautiously.

"That's right. In this way, we can see the prince's attitude towards my mother's family. Secondly...if we really ask the doctor we are looking for, we can also know the real condition of the prince's body. Thirdly, let him keep an eye on it." You princes, don’t go to the south and bring back some unscrupulous goblin to pollute our East Palace.”

"Yes, yes, yes!" The maid smiled and praised.

The side concubine made up her mind and slowly laughed.

"Let's go back." Seeing that her mood improved, the maid reminded.

Chi Mingjiao turned her head to look at the study room where the light was still on, and smiled shyly with her lips pursed.

Supported by the maidservant, she left with her daughter's thoughts on her mind.

Yan Zhen stood by the door, watched the shadow in the distance go away, and then said with a low eyebrow: "Your Highness, Master Song has left the gate... The side concubine brought the maidservant over and walked around, and stayed for a while Also went back."

There was silence.

Yan Zhen was in a dilemma, "I don't know if the side concubine is looking for you for something, would you go and see?"

"Not going," the prince said with a cold face, "I will come again when I have something to do."

Yan Zhen nodded.

As soon as he looked up, he was taken aback by the stormy look on the prince's face.

He thought for a while, boldly, and softly persuaded: "Perhaps Mr. Song... really doesn't know the truth."

"You believe his mouth, Song Chunjing is such a piss, he always opens his eyes and tells nonsense," the prince sneered, "he can still deceive others with his nonsense."