This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

A stick of incense burned out.

Song Chunjing returns.

As soon as Liu Zixian saw him coming back, he went forward, "Is it cold outside? My God, I haven't seen such a cold day in 20 years."

The judge saw that he didn't listen to his own words at all.

He said to him, "You will only live for 20 years!"

Song Chun nodded his head as a greeting.

He just sat down at his medicine table.

The maids and eunuchs finally finished their work at hand, seeing the doctor for the sick, and fetching the medicine for the sick, the courtyard became lively.

There was a pile of black and white.

At noon, the drug boy who was sorting the medicinal materials outside came in and reported: "The judge, the chief steward of the Eastern Palace is here."

The court judge went out, and said politely, "It's so cold, please go inside and warm up before you talk."

"No, no, no," Yan Zhen waved his hand, "The prince is busy with things, I have to go back later."

"The prince really cannot do without you." The court judge complimented with a smile.

Yan Zhen probed in and saw that Song Chunjing was lying on the table in a daze, the light from the window could only shine on half of his body, so he moved to the side where there was light, so that the sun could be fully exposed.

"Looking for Imperial Physician Song?" The court judge followed his gaze and shouted, "Emperor Song."

Song Chunjing raised his head and glanced sleepily.

Seeing Yan Zhen, he lay down again.

Yan Zhen said: "Is he not in a good mood today?"

"Perhaps it's too far away and I didn't hear clearly," the judge said, "Go inside."

Yan Zhen followed the welcoming hand all the way to Song Chunjing's medicine table.

The man still drooped his eyelids, looking listless.

Even if the crown prince came in person, he would not be able to arouse his interest at all.

The judge reached out and knocked the table.

Song Chunjing raised his eyes, and then got up, "Hey, butler, what brought you here?"

As if seeing this person just now, he said politely: "Please sit down."

He stood up, but Yan Zhen didn't dare to sit down.

Yan Zhen stood face to face with him, slightly bent his waist, and whispered: "The prince said that he is not feeling well, please take a pulse."

"Perhaps the chief steward has been out for a long time. I don't know. I just took the prince's pulse at the empress's place." Song Chunjing said respectfully, "The prince is very well. His pulse is stable and he is in good health. He is very good .”

Yan Zhen: "..."

Yan Zhen bit the bullet and smiled awkwardly, "The prince said, he said..."

Song Chunjing folded his hands, waiting for him to speak.

"You took a blanket from him last night," Yan Zhen said with difficulty, "When do you plan to return it?"

Song Chunjing: "..."

The palace servants in the room who were fetching the medicine quietly glanced at each other, their eyes widening in shock.

Song Chunjing stood aside, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.

Indifferent like a killer.

"Why is Donggong too poor to survive?"

He said coldly: "A blanket is worth asking for again and again."

Yan Zhen wiped his sweat.

He smiled at Song Chunjing, "Don't embarrass me."

Sincerely.

Song Chunjing gave him a cold look.

Yan Zhen shrank his neck.

"I'm on duty today, and I'll send it later." Song Chunjing said.

Yan Zhen smiled apologetically, "The villain has already given you a leave of absence, and it can be regarded as a visit to the East Palace."

"The only one left in the hospital is Liu Zixian. I'm afraid he will be too busy."

The court judge hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay, the prince's health is important."

"The judge said..." Yan Zhen swallowed, "It doesn't matter."

Song Chunjing stared at him and sneered for a while.

"Then trouble the housekeeper, come home with me to get the blanket." He turned his eyes, and his face, which was already clean, turned whiter and looked cold.

Yan Zhen hurriedly said: "The crown prince said, you don't need the blanket when you arrive."

Song Chunjing looked at him with a sneer.

Yan Zhen shut his mouth tightly.

evening.

There was a team of chariots and horses waiting quietly outside the palace gate.

When the afterglow of the setting sun faded away, one of the servants stood there for a long time with leg pains, and finally got impatient, "Master Song is too late, if you don't come out, the palace gate will be unlocked."

The leader was of medium height, solidly built, and honest-looking.

"Shut up!"

He scolded, "Do you know why the one standing here waiting for someone last time disappeared? It's because of talking too much."

"...Yes, Butler Yan." The servant kept silent and dared not speak again.

Yan Zhen looked through the crack of the door, and seemed to see a dark shadow, and was startled.

Song Chunjing came out of the imperial hospital, strode out of the palace gate, and gave the team a cold look.

He stepped into the car, his voice was cold and icy, "Let's go, everyone."

Donggong still has that tall appearance.

Song Chunjing got out of the carriage, raised his head high and glanced at the plaque.

He looked carefully, and Yan Zhen also looked up, "What are you looking at?"

Song Chunjing looked back, "Look at the black coffin here."

No matter how deserted the East Palace is and how simple the decoration is, it will never look like a coffin.

Yan Zhen automatically ignored his sarcasm, "...please come in".

The prince teased the thrush during Zhan's affairs.

The thrush has grown a lot compared to the previous few days, as soon as the prince stretched out his hand, he knew to go forward and rub it.

After rubbing it, the prince fed it a grain of soft millet.

When the thrush finished eating, she let out a "squeak".

The crown prince shaved the feathers on his head, "I just know how to eat, let's rest for a while."

Song Chunjing stepped forward to kneel, but the crown prince said, "Excuse me."

"Yes." Song Chunjing stood aside.

It was strange to him, the crown prince looked at his legs, "Does your leg hurt again?"

Song Chunjing didn't say anything.

"You are not as good as a bird." The prince said.

Song Chunjing: "Then call the bird to accompany the prince, the next official has retired."

He turned around to leave, but the prince said coldly, "You dare to leave."

Song Chunjing stood still.

He didn't say anything, the crown prince waited for a while, "Floods in the south, the emperor sent me to patrol, and there will be an imperial physician accompanying me on the way. I came to ask you, will you go with me?"

It was not an order but a question.

Song Chunjing glanced at him and hesitated for a moment.

The prince struck while the iron was hot, "I'll be back in half a month, and I will send someone to take care of your father."

It took half a month.

"I'm afraid it's not right," Song Chunjing worried, "Although the empress's body looks good, she was actually treated with medicine. Her condition changes every day, and the medicine she takes also has to increase or decrease. The queen's body is constantly changing. I'm afraid I won't be able to escape from the care of the subordinate officials."

The prince was silent for a while.

Song Chunjing sized him up from the corner of his eye, but the prince didn't lift his eyelids, and said, "If you want to see it, just look at it openly, and always secretly watch what I do."

Song Chunjing hurriedly looked away, but remained silent.

The prince came up to him, stretched out his hand and brushed his hair, "It smells so good."

He didn't go forward to sniff, but stood up straight and said something open and aboveboard.

Song Chunjing took half a step back, avoiding the hand, "The prince has been with this stinky bird for a long time, everything smells good."

His eyelashes were drooping, and his lashes were so long that they were a small shadow in the blink of an eye.

It reminds people of the feeling of the tiny fluff on the thrush's brow rubbing against the palm of the hand, soft, itchy, obedient and well-behaved.

"I really have to leave, I have to be on duty tomorrow." Song Chunjing raised his voice slightly.

The prince came back to his senses, turned his eyes away, "You stay today, and ask Yan Zhen to send you into the palace tomorrow morning."

Song Chunjing opened his mouth, and the prince continued, "To save me from having a headache at night, I have to call you again."

Song Chunjing glanced at the prince.

I feel that he was in a sunny mood just now like a big girl, and he changed his face when he said he changed his face.

He thought for a while, and nodded slowly for safety's sake.

Yan Zhen who was outside the door saw it from the corner of his eye, and asked in a low voice, "Is it arranged in Linshui Pavilion?"

The prince nodded.

The Linshui Pavilion is next to the study room, and usually the prince stays in the study room late, so he sleeps there directly.

After a long time, it was convenient, and another door was opened in the middle.

The Linshui Pavilion is used more frequently as the prince's daily rest place.

Later, a few side windows were opened for light transmission, hanging gauze, bright and majestic like a corridor of poetry and painting.

Song Chunjing has been to this place.

So Yan Zhen led the way, and Song Chunjing followed behind without raising his eyes.

From a distance, Yan Zhen raised his head and glanced, the side concubine and her maid were standing at the door of the study in light clothes, hesitating.

Because the night is heavy and the clothes are white, it looks like a ghost at first glance.

Yan Zhen stopped and turned his toes.

Without the cover of his figure, Song Chunjing finally saw the scene ahead.

"Unexpectedly, the prince's side concubine with thousands of honors is not having an easy life." Song Chunjing sighed.

Yan Zhen laughed along with him, with a face that didn't dare to intervene in the master's affairs.

The main entrance of Linshui Pavilion is on the other side, so it can be regarded as avoiding the side concubine.

Song Chunjing walked in and looked around for a week.

Yan Zhen respectfully said: "Clean it every day, it is clean and proper without dust, Mr. Song can do what he wants."

Song Chun nodded.

Yan Zhen saluted again, and then he left.

The prince just came out of Zhan's office.

He met Yan Zhen who was coming back head-on, and took a look at him.

Yan Zhen followed behind him and said in a low voice: "The side concubine is at the door of the study, she seems to be waiting for you."

The prince didn't stop on his feet, and let out a "huh" indifferently.

At the door of the study, the side concubine finally found the person she wanted to see.

Far away, across a small flower garden, I saluted.

She changed out of her bright and colorful clothes, put on comfortable close-fitting clothes, and walked over with lotus steps with her hair tied.

When he came to him, he bowed to Prince Yingying again.

"His Royal Highness also drinks some nourishing soup when he is busy."

She lowered her head slightly, revealing a snow-white gooseneck, with some water stained close to her skin.

The distinct strands of hair were wet on top.

It seems to have just finished taking a shower.

This woman is really beautiful.

At night, there is no Fen Dai, and the light is not very bright, but it is still bright and compelling.

The prince frowned very indistinctly.

"What's the matter?" He didn't stop for half a step, he walked all the way into the study, and when he got to the chair next to the desk, he sat down firmly.

Chi Mingjiao had to trot to keep up with him, and took two rough breaths.

The prince casually picked up a book on the table.

Chi Mingjiao peeped at his face, and asked softly: "I heard that His Highness will go to the south for inspection in a few days. Is the imperial physician appointed to accompany you this time?"

The prince didn't raise his head, and asked, "What?"

"My mother's family has raised an imperial doctor with outstanding medical skills, so I can take care of him when I go out with the prince." Chi Mingjiao replied.

The prince raised his head, but glanced at the back room, not knowing what to think.

Chi Mingjiao followed his gaze and saw that there was only a piece of window screen next to the window, which was blown by the breeze and swayed slightly.

"What are you looking at, Your Highness?" She asked suspiciously.

The prince took a moment to think deeply, and finally took a look at her.

found that she was very white.

White as a piece of polished jade.

Chi Mingjiao lowered her head and smiled, "Your Highness?"

The prince turned his eyes away, and said after a while, "Okay."

It was a worthwhile trip, and Chi Mingjiao happily bowed again.

Like a weak willow supporting the wind, it is elegant and beautiful.

The prince was not in the mood to appreciate it at all, "Is there anything else?"

Chi Mingjiao froze with a smile on his face.

At this time, the prince got up and walked into the Linshui Pavilion next to him.

Chi Mingjiao raised her head, watching his figure quickly melt into the white gauze tent that was as light as clouds and mist.

She went out and stood outside the door for a while.

A passing boy saluted her with a water basin, but there were two towels stacked on the tray.

Chi Mingjiao stared at the towel for a long time, until the servant entered Linshui Pavilion.

The study room leads to the Linshui Pavilion, the prince often lives in the study room, does not set foot in the backyard, his hurried figure just now, and even the princess concubine has not been out for five years, all these came out of her mind.

In the Linshui Pavilion, is there some kind of spirit that sucks people's souls?

Chi Mingjiao looked back at Linshui Pavilion, and asked in a daze, "Who is it?"

"What?" the maid asked puzzled.

"I've heard the rumors that the prince is weak a long time ago. Do you look at the prince as weak now?" Chi Mingjiao's eyes were filled with unknown fear.

The maid recalled the tall and straight figure of the prince.

shook his head.

Chi Mingjiao turned her head and turned her back to the Linshui Pavilion where the evil spirits lived.

All kinds of rumors are ringing in my ears.

"So, the only possibility is..." She asked softly, "Do you know what Jinwu Zangjiao is?"

The maid opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

"Welcome to the sleeve!" Chi Mingjiao tremblingly called out to her maidservant, "The crown prince has raised someone else in there, and that person is weak, so he has to ask the imperial physician to take care of him..."

Speaking of this, her lips turned pale, and she could barely control her volume.

The light in the study suddenly went out.

Only one room in the Linshui Pavilion still exudes a faint warm light.

A group of maidservants hurried past.

Yingxiu grabbed the last one, and before she could speak, he stuffed a hosta hairpin.

The little maid took a look at the things in her hand in the dim light.

"Good sister," Ying Xiu patted her on the shoulder affectionately, "Who lives in there?"

The little maid looked around and was taken aback by the concubine's blushing and stiff face.

Chi Mingjiao's heart jumped wildly, she forced herself to be calm, and asked gently: "Who has been added to the mansion today?"

The little maid lowered her eyebrows, returned the jade hairpin, and saluted.

He whispered: "It's the Song imperial doctor who came to take care of the prince's health, and he is staying today."

After finishing speaking, he trotted a few steps and followed his team.

The servant girl breathed a sigh of relief.

"The side concubine is thinking too much, there is no one."

She stepped forward to support Chi Mingjiao, and laughed: "You are so scary."

It took Chi Mingjiao a long time to recover, "Really?"

She asked.

Immediately, he was taken aback by his terrifying thought just now.

This was a real, heavy sigh of relief.

The maid supported her, who was a little weak, and asked, "Is it over?"

Chi Mingjiao recalled just now.

Thinking of the purpose of this trip, his face finally softened, "It's done."

"It seems that the prince still cares about you, and he will give your mother's face." The maid comforted.

Chi Mingjiao nodded.

Linshui Pavilion.

Song Chunjing lay on the table in the inner room, propped his chin and laughed, "It's a pity that the beauty is here..."

The prince walked in and asked, "What's the pity?"

"Shangshu's mansion is really good. There are both a doctor with outstanding medical skills and a beautiful lady." He clicked his tongue twice, and smiled to himself, "Chi Shangshu, the prince's father-in-law, is really loyal. He only thinks about the prince. What is the best?" Keep everything."

The prince stared at him without saying a word.

"Fortunately, the side concubine has won the favor of the crown prince, and seeing that the new palace is about to be completed, on the day of moving in, the next official will definitely prepare a congratulatory gift." Song Chunjing said again.

The prince gave a not-so-obvious meal.

Song Chunjing noticed it and asked, "What?"

The prince laughed.

From a little bit of talking and smiling gradually, it gradually became uncontrollable, and it expanded to revealing white teeth.

Song Chunjing was even more puzzled.

The prince smiled and said: "Okay, this is what you said. If you don't give it at that time, I will ask for it."