This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Shen Huan hid in the deep rocky ditch on the shore, listening to the movement outside.

He felt the numbness in his arms, looked at the purple black spots on his wrists that continued to expand, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

After a while, I finally made up my mind, tore off a hem of the clothes and tied the forearm tightly, until the whole hand began to swell and darken.

Then he took off his outer shirt, tore it into many strips four fingers wide, and finally left a piece of cloth, folded it several times and put it on his wrist.

The next moment, he opened his mouth and bit it hard.

The blood was slowly flowing down, he lifted the soaked cloth and looked at the appearance of the arm.

After washing with water, deep teeth marks were exposed, and he stared at it for a while, his eyes gradually calmed down from the panic at the beginning.

Then he opened his mouth and took a long breath toward the sky, and countless water vapors immediately filled his eyes.

Shen Huan tried not to cry, raised his arm in front of his body, lowered his head and bit it, he heard a low growl in his throat, and suddenly closed his teeth!

Tear off a piece of bloody flesh.

After spitting out the meat, he didn't dare to swallow even a trace of saliva, so he quickly rinsed his mouth, and then induced him to vomit several times.

After finishing the work, he leaned against the wet boulder and closed his eyes.

It was dark under the eyelids, except for the colored halos left by the sunlight.

Under the blurred consciousness, the general's face appeared in the darkness, and he smiled and said to him: "My son is smart and strong."

Shen Huan suddenly opened his eyes, dazed and clutching his painful arm.

He thought to himself: I can't die, my father, my father will go to the northwest to find me.

The scene in front of him gradually became clearer, Shen Huan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, wrapped the wound with the cloth torn off before, and straddled his chest.

He waited all morning hungry and drank some water at noon.

First, I probed to look outside, and it was very quiet, except for the rustling breeze, there was no other sound.

He climbed out with difficulty, and hid back to the attacked place.

There was such a tragic scene that I couldn't bear to look directly at it, no one was spared, the head guard cut off his arm, turned out numerous wounds on his chest, and fell to the ground, his body was drenched in blood.

Looking at the other guards, apart from fatal injuries, they were also cutting flesh and bone. Shen Huan immediately concluded that the reason why these guards self-mutilated must be to cut off the source of the toxin and save their lives.

But even if he 'docked his tail to save his life', he couldn't escape the fate of tragic death.

They often practice martial arts, their bodies are strong, and their blood flow is more rapid during actions.

It only takes a short time for the poisonous blood to flow all over the body.

He looked at his bandaged thick forearm, tried his best to restrain his trembling body, took a few deep breaths and exhaled slowly.

While checking for traces of the enemy, he pulled out two pain-relieving herbs, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them.

The wind calmed the swollen and burning mind a little, and he went over to close the guards' open eyes one by one, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to them.

Then he found some food, packed some money, and hid two daggers on his body.

He didn't dare to stay longer, and returned to the bank again, only to find that the horse that had run away ran back again, and fell down to drink water by the river.

Chen Huan went over, took out the dagger hidden on his body, spit out the remaining herbal medicine in his mouth, and applied it to the horse. After waiting for a while, he dug out the place on the horse that was drenched in acid water.

The horse may have lost the strength to struggle, its tail flicked up and down, and its nostrils could not stop breathing heavily.

Chen Huan grabbed some grass and put it near his mouth. The horse didn't open its mouth at first, but then slowly struggled to eat it.

He breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against it, took out a piece of cake and ate it with water.

Then I rummaged through it, and picked up a few marinated crabapple fruits——

It was the snack the general brought him.

Shen Huan looked at it for a while, and carefully put one in his mouth.

The horse ate grass and moved its body.

Shen Huan smoothed the hair on its head, and praised: "What a horse, good boy, so strong..."

As he spoke, tears filled his eyes and finally flowed down.

Shen Huan rubbed it, but more and more.

The helpless young man finally knelt down on the ground, hugged the horse and cried out with his headache.

He didn't dare to cry as hard as he was afraid of attracting enemies, so he covered his mouth with his clothes, and after crying for a while, he finally stopped.

Sobbing and washing his face with water.

Then he saw his own reflection in the water.

The boy's hair was disheveled, his clothes were torn in several places, his eyes were red and swollen, and his lips were dry.

Looking at the nose again, when the teenager grows up, it is not like when he was a child, the nose was small and delicate, and the bridge of the nose was very straight and straight.

But it looks familiar.

The curvature of the bridge of the nose is exactly the same as that of the prince, straight and straight, with an unusually hard look.

Shen Huan stretched out his hand to touch it, staring at the man in the water, with concern in his eyes: I have retreated thousands of steps, hiding my head and tail to avoid you like a snake, why do you still want to kill me?

The horse 'ho chi' snorted.

Shen Huan smashed his fist into the water, smashing the figure into pieces.

Capital, General's Mansion.

The general got off his horse, and before he had time to straighten his messy hair, he hurried into the mansion.

Going in hastily, the housekeeper walked opposite him, turned around in a big circle, and Xiao ran followed behind him.

"The general is back. I don't know what happened in the palace. Martial law has been imposed." He hurriedly said: "The news that he handed over only said that the emperor was seriously ill, but now everything is messed up. The gate of the palace is actually someone from the Duke's mansion." It’s guarding, you can’t get in, you can’t get out, and you can’t get any news from inside.”

"Where's the East Palace?" the general asked.

The housekeeper was at a loss, "The prince has not returned from his southern tour, and the East Palace has not moved at all."

The general pondered for a moment, then ordered: "Look for the chief guard..." Then he remembered that the chief guard had followed Shen Huan to the northwest, so he changed his words: "Ask a guard to tell the battalion commander to get ready and come with me. palace."

The housekeeper emphasized again: "If you can't get in, it's under martial law!"

"Then rush in," the general's face, which has experienced many years of weather, looked extremely majestic in the gradually lowering darkness of the coming night, "bring a military order, and anyone who dares to stop him will be executed on the spot!"

The butler looked at his expression, didn't dare to say much, and turned to prepare.

The general went back to the bedroom, hurriedly changed into the court clothes, and when it was time to leave, he remembered that he did not write a letter to Shen Huan to the northwest.

He hesitated for a moment, thinking that Shen Huan must arrive early, even if he wrote a sentence and sent it over, the soldiers in the Northwest Camp would definitely take good care of him for their own sake.

After making up his mind, he turned around and went to the study.

The study room has not been entered for a few days, and there is a little dust.

According to the rules in the general's mansion, when the master is not at home, you are not allowed to enter the study.

There seems to be hidden secrets in the study room, which is a forbidden place in the mansion.

The general opened the door and walked in a few steps. The door closed slightly behind him with the inertia and the wind brought by his clothes.

He walked to the back of the desk in a few strides, spread out a piece of paper, and before grinding new ink, he poured some water on the dry ink accumulated at the bottom of the previous inkstone, and hurriedly stirred it twice.

Then the tip of the pen dipped and wrote on the paper.

It may be that there is too much water and little ink, so it is extraordinarily wet. As soon as the nib of the pen touched the paper, it immediately soaked a large area. It was written in light ink.

It really doesn't take much effort to write two lines.

After he finished writing, he couldn't wait for it to dry, so he immediately pulled out an envelope, folded the letter paper into a square and put it in, then stood up holding the letter.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of the afterglow of the setting sun coming through the crack of the door, and his feet suddenly stopped.

The afterglow shines on the ground through the crack of the door, reflecting countless dust and footprints on the dust.

Staggered mapping, let alone dozens of pairs of footprints!

At this moment, there was a slight sound of breaking the air, the general leaped forward, dexterously crossed the desk, and stood on the open space in front of the door!

The ghostly man in black fell from the roof and surrounded him like a ghost.

The general narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who broke into the general's mansion!"

The man in black didn't answer, and the handle of the knife creaked with too much force in his hand.

The next moment, they all rushed over together!

The general dodged a blow with his bare hands, but there were countless blades coming at him. He bent down suddenly, pressed his back against it, and then leaped forward with all his strength!

At the moment when he was about to break free from the siege, the man in black reacted quickly, drew his knife halfway, turned around, and stabbed hard at his chest!

The general rolled on the spot, dodging one front, and the other followed closely. He clenched his fist and used his forearm to protect his chest, blood spattered in an instant——

The general gritted his teeth and dodged back, dodging the fatal blow, and turned his head to stare at him.

The man in black pulled the deep and sharp long knife out of his arm bone, watching the man who was over fifty years old trembling and sweating profusely, but did not cry out in pain.

After all, he is old, and the back injury he suffered before has not fully recovered, and now every time he exerts force, he feels a sharp pain.

He gritted his teeth, and once again dodged several series of knives, he flew up and kicked the nearest person away. The weapon lost power and landed in the air. At the same moment as he took over his weapon, the man in black turned the knife in his hand twice and flew up. With a loud cry, he slashed in mid-air——

One hand responded instead, spraying blood and hitting the ground!

The hand was wrinkled, and the tiger's mouth and fingertips were covered with thick calluses.

After rolling twice on the ground, it was covered with countless dust before stopping.

Everything was over in the blink of an eye, and the guards stationed outside rushed over when they heard the movement, and pushed the door open with a "bang", making the terrifying scene even more chaotic!

The butler was sweating profusely as he looked at the general inside, his eyes were red, "Ah—" An angry roar resounded through the general's mansion.

The leading man in black didn't even look at the person, taking advantage of the heart-wrenching pain of the flesh and blood, he swung several knives.

The fast blade whirred in the air, and the direction and trend could not even be distinguished with the naked eye.

Half of the other men in black rushed towards the guards.

The other half rushed towards the general together with the leader!

The general yelled loudly, turned his body several times, and passed several moves with his opponent in the blink of an eye, the blood from his wrist couldn't stop gushing out, spreading everywhere.

The man in black turned around and squinted his eyes, and twisted his neck with too much force on his jaw, making a terrifying "click".

The next moment he turned around and rushed over again, the general kicked a person down, threw him out with one hand and smashed him onto the thick desk, and everything including the person and the table fell to the ground with a "crash".

As soon as the man released his hand, the knife fell to the ground. The general turned his feet back into a horse stance, hooked one foot, and then kicked with the other foot, the shoulder and neck muscles immediately pulled, and he stretched out his hand to catch it——

Received a blank.

His dominant right hand was separated from his body at this moment, and he was already lying on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the man in black's knife flashed in front of him, and he slashed down fiercely in the air!

"Wow—"

Blood sprayed in all directions in an instant!

"Wow—"

The sudden gust of wind made the leaves rattle, and the rider reined in his horse and waited for the gust of wind to pass before continuing to urge the horse forward.

The Blackwater Bay Inn is empty.

Going back after noon, the prince and Song Chunjing rode together.

This is really helpless.

The prince's horse did not have such good luck as its owner. It had already been sacrificed heroically and turned into a pile of dry bones.

There are many mountains and rivers nearby, and there is no market and stables where you can buy another horse.

Three people, but only two horses.

If Wu Da and Song Chunjing were to ride together, let alone the prince, Wu Da himself would not dare to make such a suggestion of risking his life.

If the crown prince and Wu Da ride the same horse...the picture is unimaginable.

Combining in twos is the most appropriate way and also the way that the prince loves the most: he and Song Chunjing ride a horse together.

The minority obeyed the majority, and Song Chunjing's objection was invalid, so he had to mount his horse.

With one hand hanging down, the crown prince walked around Song Chunjing and took the rein with the other, wrapping him in his arms.

Song Chunjing put one hand in front of his belly, and the other held a small cloth bag.

The cloth bag contained some medicinal materials and medical equipment, which kept bumping on the horse's back with the heavy footsteps of the horse's hooves.

"Physician Song, you hurt your left hand, and I hurt your right hand," the prince's voice recovered a bit, not as hoarse as before, "We two are really a match made in heaven."

Song Chunjing: "..."

The prince looked at his expression and smiled lowly: "After this incident, I realized that I have something to hide in my heart, and I have to say it as soon as possible, otherwise I might die one day. If the imperial doctor Song doesn't know my true thoughts , wouldn't that be an unjust death?"

Not only was the prince not depressed after the injury, but he was very open-minded. He privately thought that the two finally 'clearly' owed each other no favors, and were already very 'equal'.

With so many experiences, every time he speaks, he reveals a provocative taste.

Completely put the matter of chasing people on the agenda.

"Waiting for you for a while," Uda rode a horse, and came out from under the shade of the big tree that covered the sky. "If we go like this, we won't be able to reach Beijing tomorrow."

Because both of them were injured, they rode at a much slower speed. Wu Da, who had no luggage and a light body, passed the two of them from time to time, and then stopped at the side of the road to wait.

When he said this, he just caught up with Wu Da who was waiting on the side of the road stretching his neck to look at them. He looked at the situation of the two of them, and couldn't help but respond to the "Made in Heaven" that the crown prince said: "Hey, Your Highness is the same as Song Dynasty. The imperial physician is really destined!"

The prince looked at him very unhappy.

Wu Da thought about the content in that gaze, and then he had a flash of inspiration, and continued to add the second half of the sentence: "It's really a wonderful fate, what a touching brotherhood!"

The prince's handsome eyebrows raised, and he glanced at him like a torch.

Uda found a murderous intention inside.

He paused under the tree until the two horses passed each other, the prince slightly raised his jaw, signaling him to follow behind.

Wu Da touched the tip of his nose and walked to the end.

The tall horse in front of it kept a step, stomping on the horse's hooves and splashing countless dust, galloping forward gracefully.

The crown prince turned his head and found that the corners of Song Chunjing's lips moved slightly, and then fell flat.

He just laughed, and the prince was immediately sure.

This unexpected joy made him forget all his troubles, and he felt particularly happy.

"No accident, I will arrive in Beijing tomorrow, and at the latest, I should arrive early in the morning of the next day." He said.

The hot air reaches the ears of the predecessors, like hair getting into the ear hole, it is very itchy, and the itchy person's scalp is numb.

Song Chunjing couldn't help but lean aside to hide.

The prince stretched out his hand to help, and he was holding the horse with one hand, but he couldn't move the other hand, so he let go of the rein without hesitation.

The horse was unrestrained, raised its head and neighed, Sa Huan ran forward!

Song Chunjing was startled, he threw Budouyang in front of him, and held the reins tightly!

"...Your Highness," he said coldly, "I finally got this life back, please cherish it more."

Although he was a little nervous, and it was a critical moment just now, there was no tone of blame or reprimand in his words at this moment.

At best, it was a little colder.

It seems to always remember the distinction between superiority and inferiority and respect and decency, and dare not go too far.

"Don't move, I only have one arm, and I'm not used to it yet." The prince leaned forward and hugged him tightly with his free hand, "That's right."

Song Chunjing: "..."

Uda: "..."

Beijing still doesn't know what's going on, and the prince doesn't know how to recover one arm, but he doesn't seem to care much.

It seemed that no matter of great importance could suppress his heart that threw himself on the person in front of him.

His words and deeds are slick, and occasionally reveals a terrible tenderness and sweetness.

Very angry.

Uda curled his lips towards the sky.

Song Chunjing couldn't bear it anymore, and finally said: "Your Highness, you should concentrate on your journey. You should have arrived in Beijing today, but the empress is a day late, and I don't know what to worry about."