This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Donggong Ruluo Hall.

Chi Mingjiao came out of the inner room to take a nap, and found that Dr. Cen still hadn't left.

The maid came to help her.

Chi Mingjiao frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Yingxiu pulled her aside and explained: "When His Highness comes back later, the wound on the waist must be treated. Let's get ready first, isn't it just right to invite him?"

Chi Mingjiao was a little hesitant, fearing that if she didn't invite her, it would be a joke.

Yingxiu: "Before the enthronement ceremony, we have to perform well, and strive to become a concubine in one fell swoop."

"Don't say it," Chi Mingjiao patted her hand, "What's the matter if it gets into the ears of the princess? If people hear it and think that I only want to climb up, dad will scold me again."

Ying Xiu told her not to be annoyed when she scolded her, and slapped her mouth with a smile, "I forgot about it in the moment of pleasure, anyway, let's prepare more, we can't make a mistake."

She had kept him until now, and Chi Mingjiao couldn't send him away immediately, so she said, "Tell him to wait here."

"Yes." Ying Xiu replied crisply.

Chi Mingjiao turned around and was about to leave, but stopped, thought for a while, and said: "Send someone to guard the front, when His Royal Highness comes back, please come and rest immediately."

She said she didn't care, but she still looked forward to it in her heart.

Yingxiu smiled and nodded, "Yes."

Then he bowed down and went to the front to guard himself.

Chi Mingjiao looked at the high-hanging sun outside, and asked casually: "Cen Lao, is there anything interesting about going south to tell me about it, to relieve boredom?"

Dr. Cen sat on the last chair in the hall, didn't dare to look at her directly, thought for a while and said: "There are no interesting things, the environment in the south is harsh, if you are not careful, you will lose your life, life is extremely difficult. But there is one thing, The old man finds it interesting."

Chi Mingjiao cleared her throat, sat upright, and looked at him.

Dr. Cen stroked the tip of his beard, organized his words, and said: "It was raining on the day Your Highness came back, and we were all waiting outside. At this time, the empress's messenger guard arrived. Afterwards, His Highness hurried back to Beijing."

He paused, as if recalling the details of the day.

Chi Mingjiao waited quietly.

"It's surprising that His Highness actually kept Wuda's bodyguards," Dr. Cen said.

Immediately, he seemed to be talking to himself, and vomited out his doubts in a low voice: "Wuda's bodyguards protect the prince personally, so it stands to reason that they can't leave easily?"

Chi Mingjiao finally changed his face, and couldn't help asking: "And then?"

"Then Imperial Physician Song got on his horse and chased after the prince, and Wu Da's guards also disobeyed the order and went with them."

"Wuda has always been obedient to the prince's orders, and it is impossible to disobey." Chi Mingjiao understood the meaning of his words, "You mean, the prince left Wuda to protect Song Chunjing?"

Dr. Cen was noncommittal, and finally asked: "You said, isn't His Highness's attitude towards Imperial Physician Song a bit too intimate?"

I'm really afraid to come to whatever I hear.

Chi Mingjiao tightly grasped the armrest of the yellow wooden chair.

Ying Xiu walked in slowly from the outside, raised her head and glanced at Chi Mingjiao who was sitting in the middle, then lowered her head shyly.

Chi Mingjiao took a deep breath.

She picked up the teacup in front of her, took a sip of tea, and wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief.

"His Highness is back?" She put down the tea cup and still sat firmly.

The best cups are made of glazed glass, which can make a pleasant sound when it is slightly bumped.

Those present were not interested in listening.

Yingxiu knelt on the ground, frowned, and said aggrievedly: "...His Highness brought Song Taiyi back to treat the wound, and as soon as he came back, he entered the Chunjiao Hall..."

Chi Mingjiao laughed.

Yingxiu looked at her worriedly, "Don't be angry, I will invite you this afternoon..."

Chi Mingjiao smiled for a while, "I'm not angry, I'm used to it."

Yingxiu said angrily: "The same goes for that Uda, his words are really unpleasant! What are you talking about, 'Song Taiyi's medical skills are superb, with him, His Highness will not look down on other doctors' This kind of nonsense, a guard, a slave That's all, everything is top-notch, and the words are not bad!"

Dr. Cen sat aside in embarrassment.

Chi Mingjiao took a fixed look at her and pinched the handrail without letting go.

"It's spread all over the capital. He escorted His Highness all the way back to Beijing, blocked the sword and swallowed the sword, and almost lost his life." She forced a smile, "It doesn't matter if you speak badly. When Your Highness ascends the throne, you have to wait for him." It’s time to add an official to a noble rank.”

Ying Xiu wanted to continue cursing, but when she looked up and caught a glimpse of her expression, she immediately stopped talking.

Chi Mingjiao held her head high, her neck was slender, and she sat upright.

Further up, the complexion is very ugly.

What Chi Mingjiao saw slowly blurred.

At the same time, she remembered Shang Shu's entrustment, and forced herself to restrain the blur to clear, "Forget it."

Spring pepper hall.

The prince ordered people to count down.

Song Chunjing stood aside with the medicine box on his back.

The prince pulled the belt with one hand, and the jade inlaid on it caught the knot, "Chun Jing'er, help me untie it."

Song Chunjing raised his eyes that had been downcast, and the prince raised his chin to his immobilized arm.

Indicate how inconvenient he is and ask him for help.

"Your Highness is inconvenient, so you should leave someone to take care of you." Song Chunjing said, standing still.

The prince walked over by himself, put one end of the belt into his hand, and unbuttoned it himself.

Song Chunjing tugged at one end of his belt, his hands were stiff.

The prince unbuttoned and dropped the belt, and the belt was in Song Chunjing's hands.

He patted Song Chunjing's arm lightly, "Put it on the screen."

Song Chunjing: "..."

The object in his hand seemed to be on fire and was very hot.

The place on the arm that was touched was also on fire, as if ants were eating the flesh, it was painful and itchy.

The prince continued to take off his clothes, he grabbed the corner of the button of the outer shirt, and opened it with a light tug.

The fine brocade was so smooth that it immediately slipped from the shoulders and fell down.

The prince stretched out his hand to grab it, and took it in his hand.

"And this." He said, stuffing the outer shirt into Song Chunjing's hands.

Song Chunjing: "..."

The prince bowed his head and continued to untie the belt of his underwear.

Song Chunjing saw that one hand was hanging down and the other was busy, so he didn't say much, and hung the clothes on the screen.

When he turned around and came back, the prince had already unbuttoned half of his clothes and pulled them down, exposing half of his body.

During the movements, the muscles on the shoulders are constantly tensed or relaxed, and they straighten out a sexy arc.

The muscle lines are very long, because of the meticulous maintenance and appropriate exercise intensity, the arc is not large.

It doesn't look too bulging at first glance, but the power contained under the skin is incomparably huge, and it is full of power after rising and falling.

"What are you looking at?" The prince sat on a chair with his back turned to him, revealing his waist wrapped in cotton white bandages.

He turned his face to look at him, lowered his head and tore it off three or two times, and glanced at the wound casually.

Then he leaned forward, propped himself on the table, and looked at Song Chunjing from the corner of his eye, "I'm sorry to trouble Dr. Song."

Without the bandage, the wound was completely exposed to the air.

The wound slanted from the waist to the back, the superficial skin and flesh were slightly attached, but it hadn't healed yet, and it burst open with a slight movement, revealing the scarlet flesh and blood inside.

Red and white staggered, a little scary.

Song Chunjing glanced over and frowned slightly, "Is Your Highness's wound wet?"

"Well," the prince said casually, "I took a bath in the morning."

Song Chunjing: "..."

The prince glanced at his frowning face, then turned his head to look at the injury, and felt that it was not that serious.

But he still explained: "It's too uncomfortable if you don't wash off the dust all over your body."

"Is this not uncomfortable?" Song Chunjing asked.

The prince moved his body, felt it, and replied, "It's okay."

Song Chunjing carried the medicine box, put it on the table, opened the small drawers one by one, and put the gauze, medicine powder, and rinse solution at hand one by one.

"How is your hand recovering?" the prince asked.

Song Chunjing raised his hand and curled up, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness, it's almost healed."

Because it was wrapped in gauze, he could only see his whole hand bent, and the exposed fingertips were slightly white, and he couldn't see other inside information.

"You saved me twice," the prince looked at his inhuman actions, and the gentle projection of the thick eyelashes under the eyelids.

He was about to thank him, but Song Chunjing blinked and suppressed the tenderness, "It just so happens that Your Highness's kindness has finally been repaid."

Song Chunjing tied up his sleeves, washed his hands and cleaned the medical equipment one by one, and then took out the small palm-sized scissors from the bottom, washed and drained them repeatedly.

His intact hand had slender fingers with well-defined joints, and a layer of smooth muscles evenly wrapped around them.

The skin is delicate and smooth, white and extremely flexible.

The prince stared and couldn't move his eyes, and said in his mouth: "You also helped me save my father, what is the favor?"

Song Chunjing paused and stopped moving.

"When I was born, the master of the Bodhi Temple gave me a divination, saying that my fate is smooth and smooth, and there are noble people to help me." The prince looked at him.

"I have been looking for this noble man for many years, and finally I know who it is." The prince continued.

Song Chunjing said: "The empress's mother is respected all over the world, so she is naturally the prince's noble person."

Prince: "..."

It is not true for the prince to refute, nor is it not to refute.

It seems a little unfilial to refute, and if you don't refute the following words, all of them will be invalid.

So he pretended he didn't hear it, and said, "Why don't you be judged by the Supreme Hospital."

Song Chunjing looked at him, then bowed his head respectfully, and said:

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your kindness. It's just that I feel ashamed of being an official. I have been in the Imperial Hospital for many years, but I haven't even made it to an academician. I feel incompetent. In the end, I have to rely on luck to be awarded an official position. It is really inappropriate."

The prince originally wanted to say that after the enthronement ceremony, I will be a legitimate emperor. Who would dare to talk too much then?

Song Chunjing continued: "Besides, the original court judgment was not at fault. The ancestral system stipulates that only when the court judge made a mistake can the official be stripped of his position, and the deputy court judge will replace him." He said quietly: "Your Highness, this is to put the subordinate official in an embarrassing position. superior."

The crown prince glanced at Song Chunjing's expression, and took a step back, "Then let's make him the deputy court judge."

Song Chunjing: "..."

If the rank is skipped and appointed as the deputy court judge, it is uncertain what the court judge will think.

At that time, if anything happens to the Tai Hospital, it will be said that he has leapfrogged and sealed, and he is only looking forward to climbing to the position of court judge.

Just thinking about it for a moment gave him a headache.

"Your Highness... don't interfere." He said gently.

Prince: "...then I must reward you with something?"

"Then let's take a few days off." Song Chunjing said.

The prince was silent for a while, then raised his eyebrows, and said regretfully, "It's so simple."

It was agreed.

Song Chunjing heaved a sigh of relief, his whole body relaxed, and continued to arrange the things to be used.

He seems to be a bit obsessive-compulsive, not just taking things out, but also arranging the whole in order.

Even though there are a lot of things, they are all different sizes, but at first glance, they are very clean and tidy.

The prince looked at his non-stop moving hands and the scissors he was holding in his hand, looked at his wound again, and asked hesitantly: "Did you use so many things, can't you just add some medicine? "

Song Chunjing pressed lightly around his wound, "It's hard to say."

His fingertips were slightly cold, and when they touched his back, it was as if a soldering iron had dropped into cold water.

There was a sound of "stab" in the prince's head, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

He couldn't help holding his breath, his scalp was slightly numb, he didn't dare to move for a moment, and froze on the spot.