This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Capital City, Liwang Mansion.

The man in black knelt on the ground, covered in damp and cold air, as if he was in a hurry and didn't have time to change his clothes.

Li Wang, who was supposed to reflect at home, sat on a chair, drank tea and glanced at him, "How is it?"

The man in black replied: "All the rest were killed, but Shen Huan was told to run away."

"Where's the old man?" Li Wang asked.

Seeing that he didn't care much about Shen Huan's life, the man breathed a sigh of relief, and replied: "The general and Shen Huan split into two groups, leaving all the guards to the son, and drove back alone. Chase him outside the capital and watch him enter the city."

King Li gave a "hmm" and suddenly said angrily, "What are you eating! No one was killed!"

At this moment, another man in black rushed in from outside, holding his hands together and congratulating: "God help the prince to succeed, it was raining yesterday, the prince was unprepared, his hands were stained with poison."

Li Wang said "Huh?"

The man in black knelt on the ground, bowed his head, and said with a little smile: "If the treatment is not enough, the only way to go is death."

"What if the treatment is timely?" Li Wang asked, and at the same time he reminded: "He took two doctors with him on this trip."

"Impossible." The man in black said firmly: "The subordinates saw it clearly, and the only person who followed him was Wu Da, the governor of the Eastern Palace."

His eyes moved, as if he had thought about it carefully, "If he is decisive enough to cut off his arm in time, maybe he can save his life."

"Cut off the arm?" King Li asked in surprise, the joy in his words couldn't be suppressed, "Crippled!"

"Okay, okay!" He sighed twice.

"If he loses his life, I will give him the face of the former prince," Li Wang laughed fiercely, his eyes full of madness, "If he loses his arms, he will be a waste of the prince. Since ancient times, there has been no disabled emperor. Let me see how the emperor chooses." !"

"Even if Song Chunjing is not dead! It doesn't matter if he dies or not, it's not that he can't save the prince!" He suddenly thought of what happened in the prison of the Ministry of punishment before, raised his voice, and continued: "He traveled with the prince but the rescue was not in time. Wait for him When I come back, I will get rid of this mess and wish him a helping hand!"

The man in black stared at him, making his face tremble with horror.

King Li said harshly: "...send him to the west."

The man in black who came earlier knelt on the ground without trembling, his eyes were full of cruelty, "My lord will give this subordinate another chance, and I will definitely take the general's head tonight!"

What he said was so decisive that King Li couldn't help but glance at him.

The man stretched out his hand, took out the dagger, and scratched his finger, blood immediately flowed out from the gap.

It means to swear that something will happen with one's life guaranteed.

King Li nodded, "Okay, I'll give you a chance." He stared at the blood drops on the ground, and said ruthlessly, "Without the old man, Shen Huan is nothing."

Li Yuankun hurried in from the outside.

He frowned, his handsome face was tense, and there was hesitation in his eyes.

King Li looked at his tall and handsome son and nodded in relief.

"Go," he told the man in black.

"Father," Li Yuankun finally said, "Why do you have to seize the throne? Isn't it good to be an idle prince?"

"Okay?!" King Li took two steps forward, pointing at his bruised face, "Is that good?!"

He squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth with a ferocious expression, and said, "I was slapped in the face by the crown prince in public when I wanted to deal with a little imperial doctor! Brother Huang insisted on helping his son and ordered me to go home and reflect on myself!"

"Why should I reflect, what's wrong with me!" He asked urgently.

Li Yuankun frowned and looked at him, his eyes changed to worry.

"Don't be afraid." Li Wang patted him on the shoulder.

Li Yuankun was not afraid, but felt that he was a little crazy, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Yuan Kun," Li Wang stopped him, stretched out his hand and clenched it tightly into a fist, "do you see what is in my hand?"

Li Yuankun looked at him complicatedly, with disapproval all over his face, and didn't answer.

King Li said to himself, "Right."

He squinted and smiled, "Supremacy."

Go south, at the mouth of the river.

On one of the high grounds chosen in thousands of miles, a neatly decorated inn rose from the ground to give passers-by a rest, so as not to be affected by the flood.

Although this inn is not particularly luxurious, its advantage is that it occupies a high ground, so it is not affordable for ordinary people to live in. It costs 30 taels of silver for one night.

Ordinary people's food for two years is gone as soon as they wake up.

Usually very deserted, the owner of the shop is based on the concept of not opening for a year, and eating for a year after opening, he would rather be idle and not make money, and he does not want to reduce the price to usher in the delivery.

On this day, three extremely wealthy guests came, and they booked the entire inn with one bite.

Ask how many days, the answer is not known.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he paid five days' money in advance. The shopkeeper held the money as if he was holding his own life, and wept with joy to close the door, and personally cook the special dim sum meals.

The prince woke up near noon the next day, and Wu Da sat on a chair by the table, resting against the table with his eyes closed.

The prince moved slightly, and he immediately opened his eyes alertly, taking the first look at the direction of the door and window.

Then he glanced at the bed and found that the prince was awake.

He stood up hastily, stepped over to the bed in two steps, and was extremely excited: "Your Highness!"

The prince looked around and immediately noticed something was wrong.

The slight frown revealed his doubts, and Wu Da said excitedly: "Don't move, your arm has just been bandaged, and the subordinates can't explain clearly, so go and call the doctor Song!"

"What about others?" the prince asked.

He didn't eat or drink for two days, and he had to drink three meals of soup, his throat was extremely dry and hoarse.

Uda was immersed in the joy of waking up, and didn't find anything wrong.

Eyebrows danced and said: "It's next door! Maybe you have heard us talking!"

The prince asked, "How long have you slept?"

"A day and a half." Uda replied.

The man on the bed loosened his lips, and raised his handsome eyebrows slightly, as if he was a little surprised.

Wu Da explained: "Physician Song said that he was afraid of not getting enough rest and recovery, so he found this inn."

He secretly looked at the prince's expression, and continued: "Then I gave you some sleeping pills."

The prince nodded and seemed to accept it calmly.

"Since it's his intention," the prince said, "staying for two days won't delay anything."

This contrast between high and low did not affect Wu Da's mood at all.

Instead, he was relieved.

The door slammed lightly.

Song Chunjing came in.

Wu Da glanced at the prince, but didn't meet his eyes, so he resigned voluntarily.

When he turned around, he gave a "shh" to the prince, and said with his mouth: "The wound on the doctor Song's hand is open."

As he spoke, he winked at the prince and nodded at his arm.

It means that in order to save you, the wound was ruptured during the operation on your arm.

The prince was speechless for a while, with mixed feelings in his heart.

When Song Chunjing came over, Wu Da shut his mouth tightly, nodded politely at him, walked out with his body straight and his eyes straight ahead.

He also thoughtfully closed the door.

Song Chunjing walked to the bed and stood still, wearing a jacket casually, holding his wounded hand on his chest, most of which was hidden in the loose skirt of the jacket.

"If His Highness doesn't wake up again, I'm afraid the sky will change in Beijing."

Prince: "..."

If the prince hadn't just learned that he had given him sleeping pills, he would have blamed himself very much at this moment.

Now that Song Chunjing said this one step later, instead of being angry, he felt a sweet feeling of knowing his unspeakable little thoughts.

"Yeah, I slept really well," the prince looked at him and said, "It must be because Doctor Song is sleeping next door."

Song Chunjing: "..."

Song Chunjing cleared his throat, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if it had rolled into the prince's heart.

He couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it.

Just when he thought he was about to touch it, he found that his right hand hadn't been raised at all.

Song Chunjing looked at his expression, turned his side face carved from fine jade to the side, "Although your Highness's arm is left, it is very difficult to regain consciousness, and it will not recover for a while, so it needs to be recuperated."

The prince didn't seem to hear clearly, so he looked at him intently.

When the two eyes collided, Song Chunjing didn't back away, but his eyes suddenly dropped, causing his eyelashes to block the bright thoughts in his eyes, "It's alright, maybe it will be back to normal."

'Unknown' means that it is possible to recover, or it may not be recovered.

After a moment of silence, the prince let out a deep "hmm", indicating that he understood.

Song Chunjing raised his eyelids to look at his expression, and found that he only responded lightly, and there was no other expression or movement that lost his composure.

The prince raised his eyes, caught his gaze, and laughed, "Doctor Song is waiting to see me cry?"

Song Chunjing: "..."

"Thanks to Imperial Physician Song who saved my life and saved my arm the day before yesterday, so that I would not fall into an embarrassing situation."

The prince solemnly said: "In the future, the imperial physician Lao Song will take care of me and try to help me recover as soon as possible."

"It's a matter of duty," Song Chunjing opened his mouth, "I will definitely do my best."

If it had been placed before, the prince would have thought that he would deal with it casually, but after the thrilling scene the day before yesterday, he suddenly had many other feelings in his heart.

It’s like raising a kitten, feeding it, drinking it for it, coaxing it to be happy, teasing it to blow up its fur, closing its eyes and making it harmless to humans and animals, even so fluffy that people want to keep it in their hands and hide it in their clothes .

Suddenly one day, the kitten opened its eyes, opened its mouth and yawned, and suddenly found that the kitten's mouth was full of canine teeth, full of murderous intentions, and the killing intent in its eyes could swallow an elephant.

The prince narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

Song Chunjing pursed his lips slightly without saying a word, his face was as cold as before.

The prince recalled the day before yesterday, the man in front of him frowned, his lips were straightened, his side face was tense, his eyes revealed a firm and decisive look, and he analyzed the situation methodically in an emergency.

There is a calm casualness.

There is also the decisiveness and intimacy when he lowered his head and casually lifted the hem of his clothes, holding the knife in his hand.

Cruel and gentle.

It's terribly seductive.

Even when the knife is cut without hesitation, the eyes that stare at the blood dripping are extremely sexy.

The overflowing blood splashed all over the eyes, the pain had been completely ignored, only the eyebrows and eyes reflected in the dripping blood were extremely beautiful.

The words uttered in the wind and rain are enough to make people fall in love: he is a prince, and after he ascends the throne for the canonization ceremony, he needs to go to the Temple of Heaven with both hands to pray for the people. If he has no arms, how can he get a salary?

The prince read it upside down in his heart countless times, and broke it between his lips and teeth, smashed it into powder countless times.

He cleared his throat, and suddenly asked selfishly:

"Chun Jing'er, you don't want me to die, do you? You also don't want me to be a prince without arms..."

He seemed to be a little hesitant, he paused for a few breaths in the middle of his words, and raised his breath again: "I thought you were eager to get rid of me, the day before yesterday you struggled with the wound on your hand and didn't care about saving me, I knew that you still hoped for me to ascend the throne. "

Song Chunjing turned his face away, and said calmly: "One owed and one owed, although it has been many years, it is a bit late. Your Highness's life-saving grace to my Song family, this official will be repaid."

The prince pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"There is still one life left, when will Imperial Physician Song plan to pay back?" He looked helplessly at the person sitting in front of him, "Please let me know in advance when you want to pay back."

The prince looked at his arm, and signaled him with his eyes, "That's good for me to get ready."

Song Chunjing opened his mouth, the prince stretched out his intact hand, reached to the corner of his clothes, and touched it.

"Ah," he sighed very sadly, and said in embarrassment, "It's so difficult to ask Imperial Physician Song to return his favor, and maybe he will take another life to get in."

"...Your Highness," Song Chunjing hesitated to speak.

Prince: "You say."

Song Chunjing looked at him with a slight frown, and turned his head without saying anything.

The prince looked at him with the spring trees outside the window as the background profile.

At the same time, from the corner of his eye, he saw the magnolia flowers in the courtyard outside the window, which were in full bloom.

With a slight movement in my heart, I remembered that magnolia button again.

The queen is eager to this point.

King Li's killing intent was clear.

The prince looked to the north, his eyes were deep and sharp, and his profile was as cold and hard as a sculpture. He thought: The capital city, I'm afraid the sky has changed.

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