This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Donggong Ruluo Hall.

The person who sent the Ministry of Rites away, the side concubine Chi Mingjiao still looked so sad.

But the maid almost went crazy with joy.

In a hurry, he ran to the Minister's Mansion of the Ministry of Punishment to report the news to the preparatory 'Head of the State'.

"Master!" Yingxiu plunged into him and kowtowed, half-crying and half-smiling, "His Highness personally told the adults in the Ministry of Rites that all affairs in the harem are decided by the side concubine!"

Seeing her in a hurry, Shang Shu thought that something serious happened, and after hearing this, he was also very happy, "Really?!"

"Master of the Ministry of Rites said it himself, it is absolutely true!"

Yingxiu nodded heavily, "A lot of things have just been finalized, even the distribution of the rear palace and the arrangement of the east palace are all decided by the side concubine!"

"This, this..." Shang Shu couldn't help laughing, and asked again: "What about the Crown Princess?"

Yingxiu thought for a while, then shook his head.

Shang Shu looked at her suspiciously.

"Prince Princess lives in seclusion and doesn't even go out of the courtyard, and doesn't see anyone." After thinking carefully, Yingxiu speculated: "Prince may not think much of her anymore."

"Oh," Shang Shuchang heaved a sigh of relief, "Unexpectedly..."

He looked at the fair maid, and his tone was full of satisfaction, "It seems that my daughter is not completely hopeless in the queen's position? Huh?"

"Exactly!" Yingxiuqiao saluted again.

"Okay, okay." Shang Shu blurted out three good words in a row, with a smile full of deep lines, "Where is your Highness?"

"Should have gone to the Ministry of Punishments. I heard that King Li pleaded not guilty, and the crown prince wants to interrogate himself."

Shang Shu let out a sigh of emotion again, and couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Yingxiu looked at his expression, and made up his mind, "Is Dr. Cen at home?"

"I just came back in the afternoon." Shang Shu thought the prince was looking for someone, so he said, "Tell him to go with you. If the prince's injury requires it, he can live in the East Palace. You don't have to come back before the enthronement ceremony."

"Thank you, master, for your understanding of the side concubine," Yingxiu said with a smile, "When His Highness comes back, it's time to change the dressing. Please invite Dr. Cen to get ready."

Shang Shu nodded, asked someone to bring Dr. Cen, and then praised her for being capable and sensible.

Yingxiu saw Dr. Cen approaching with a medicine box on his back from a distance, "Master, that servant will leave first."

"Serving the side concubine well will naturally be of your benefit." He stretched out his hand, casually grabbed a hand decoration with an emerald flying fish holding a gold ingot on the tea table, and handed it to her.

Although the emerald couldn't tell the depth, but the transparent water patterns were extremely clear, and the gold ingot in the mouth was also genuine gold.

Yingxiu deeply felt the importance, took it with both hands, and held it in the palm of his hand, "Thank you for the reward, master, I will definitely do my best!"

Ruluo Temple.

Chi Mingjiao was eating dinner when she saw Yingxiu leading Dr. Cen in from afar.

I couldn't help frowning, and put down the bowls and chopsticks.

"Side concubine," Yingxiu glanced back at Dr. Cen, and said, "Master said that Mr. Cen can stay with us permanently for convenience. After His Highness ascends the throne, he will send him back to the Shangshu Mansion."

"What's the use of living here? Your Highness is naturally at the mercy of others."

Chi Mingjiao said unhappily: "Isn't the person who lost it in the afternoon not old enough?"

Ying Xiu stepped forward to pinch her shoulders, his gentle technique was so skillful that she couldn't help squinting her eyes.

"The maidservant has already inquired clearly, and the Imperial Physician Song has already left." She smiled with a determined smile, and her eyes were a little smug, "Your Highness must change the medicine before going to bed late, so please come here when the time comes, wouldn't you kill two birds with one stone?"

Chi Mingjiao looked at her, still hesitating.

Yingxiu said straightly: "Your Highness ordered the people from the Ministry of Rites to listen to your will, which means that after entering the palace, everything is up to you. The Crown Princess is only a name, so you don't have to be afraid of anything."

"Don't say that again." Chi Mingjiao glanced at Doctor Cen who was waiting, "Father said, don't talk about the princess, why are you talking so nonsense today?"

"Your servant knows your mistake." Yingxiu said, his expression still full of complacency.

Chi Mingjiao sighed, "I have no strength left."

"You have to cheer up, Lord Shangshu said, you are expected to be in the back seat." Yingxiu said.

Chi Mingjiao thought about Shang Shu's busy work for her, and couldn't help feeling sad.

Yingxiu took a fancy to her thoughts and persuaded: "If you strive for success in the future, you will be considered a glorious family. You are worthy of loving and caring for Master Shangshu."

Chi Mingjiao controlled her tears, concealed her decadent thoughts, took a deep breath, and pulled herself together.

Song House.

At dinner time, the servant came to report that someone from the East Palace had arrived.

Song Chunjing breathed a sigh of relief, without changing his expression, he said, "Bring in the medicine box, no one else has to go in."

Outside the gate of the Song Mansion.

The luxurious and beautiful carriage stopped quietly, only the tassels hanging on the four corners and gently blown by the evening wind swayed from time to time.

Kneeling beside the car was a servant dressed in exquisite clothes, wrapped in brocade, and his hair was tied up meticulously. Although his appearance was ordinary, he was very energetic.

The curtain of the car was opened, the prince lowered his head slightly, and came out from inside, stepping on the man's back without even looking.

With another foot, he stepped firmly on the ground.

The person lying on the stomach stood up silently, walked to the side and waited.

He didn't need to dust the dust, someone beside him patted the dirt off his clothes, and complimented him: "You have worked hard."

The servants of the full-time people's bench felt that they were superior to others, and raised their heads without looking at others.

After a while, the janitor came out, trembling at the sight of the open fire.

In the end, I bravely picked a less vicious person, and replied: "Master Song said, 'Bring in the medicine box, people don't have to go in', please just hand over the things to me."

The little guard turned his eyes to the right and looked at Wu Da.

Wu Da asked, "Did you mention that the prince came in person?"

The boy glanced at the person who got out of the car in shock, "No, no."

Wu Da turned his head and looked at the prince.

The prince remained silent, and walked a few steps towards the gate, his clothes shaking as he moved, as if the wind that was blowing was chilling and indifferent.

The little servant couldn't help backing away in fright, and didn't dare to stop him, leaning his back tightly against the gate.

Seeing the person coming into the door, the boy finally mustered up his courage and stammered: "Master Song said, said, he..."

The prince turned his head and looked at him coldly.

"Forgot who I am?" He had the same imposing manner, his eyes were dark and dull, and the night looked even more frightening.

The boy swallowed his saliva in that gaze, recalling the last time he came, he slowly drew out the knife and pointed the knife at his fear.

Immediately, he didn't dare to stop him anymore, watching the group of people tremble.

The prince walked in two steps, and also remembered the past.

He paused, staring at the lights in the courtyard, rarely hesitated.

Wu Da stepped forward and asked, "Your Highness?"

The prince stopped where he was, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"What is Song Chunjing doing?" he asked the boy.

The boy was suddenly clicked, and before he could think about it, he subconsciously replied: "I just finished dinner, so I might be back in my room now."

The prince's brows relaxed, and he seemed to have thought about what he would say when they met, before continuing to walk in.

Song Chunjing was indeed in his room.

After many days of traveling and worrying all day, he was already very sleepy.

There was a knock on the door, and Song Chunjing was lying on the bed, not planning to move anyway, "Just put the things down."

There was a moment of silence outside the door.

A deep and hoarse voice came in, extremely magnetic, "What?"

Song Chunjing was taken aback for a moment, then quickly got up and put on his clothes.

The prince knocked on the door at this moment, "Is Doctor Song asleep, can I go in?"

Song Chunjing didn't expect him to come in person, so he subconsciously took a few steps forward.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer to the door, and they were an arm's length away, but they stopped moving.

"I reckon you're angry," the man outside slowed down, and even said in a gentle tone, "I came here to see you."

The figure inside was reflected on the door by candlelight.

The wooden edge grid is properly covered with moonlight window paper, and the shadows are not very clear, very warm and soft.

Not as indifferent and alienated as he saw during the day.

"I walked around the front hall and came here by a small path, so your father didn't see me." The prince continued.

Across the door, Song Chunjing remained silent.

He stood inside the door, staring at the locked bolt, listening to the movement outside.

The prince seemed to see through his expression, sighed and smiled, "Don't be angry, I didn't mean it."

I don't know if he's talking about the afternoon, or about breaking into someone's yard without permission.

"Can you open the door for a moment? I'll leave as soon as I say a word." The prince whispered.

There was a kindness and flattery in his tone that he didn't even realize.

After a while, the door opened.

Song Chunjing's hair was tied back with a hair tie, and he looked at him with slightly pursed lips.

The shiny black hair was smooth and smooth, and a few mischievous strands were casually draped over his shoulders, making his face even more light and clean.

The pupils are deep and the lips are warm.

The skin called moonlight is like a rough jade that has been polished countless times.

The moonlight in Beijing is not as humid as in the south, but it is still gentle.

The prince looked at him, and thought of the lingering and provocative night in Luoyang.

Song Chunjing cleared his throat with a light cough, and frowned slightly, "Your Highness, you don't invite yourself in, so it would be inappropriate for others to know."

The prince stood face to face with him, seeing that he had changed into pajamas, he unconsciously put on some unusual smiles, and said: "Young servant didn't stop me, I thought you acquiesced."

One sentence is finished.

Song Chunjing did what he said, with a cold expressionless face, he immediately reached out and yanked the door.

As soon as the door moved, the moment it was about to close, the prince stretched out his hand to block it.

Song Chunjing looked at him coldly.

The prince held the door leaf with one hand, sighed with a smile, and then said seriously: "The sentence just now is not counted, but the following sentence is."

Song Chunjing glanced at him noncommittally, but the strength in his hand was not loosened, and he was still staring at him.

So the prince thought about it and said:

"I was a little impulsive in the afternoon, maybe a little anxious, so I came here to apologize to you."

The prince is in a high position, so it is not easy for him to say such words.

Song Chunjing found that he was really different from his early years.

Even if others see him, he is still like a mouse seeing a cat, and he still kills people with a wave of his hand, with a murderous look full of evil spirits.

But for Song Chunjing, gentleness, patience, and restrained temper are very rare.

The prince also looked at him, looked directly into his eyes, and continued to say seriously: "Don't be angry, I didn't mean it."

Then he actually let go.

Song Chunjing took advantage of the situation and closed the door.

The prince stood outside the door for a while, looking at the dark gray shadow inside.

After a while, the figure inside moved.

Appears to turn away.

The prince sighed, let out a breath of depression in his chest, and was about to leave.

Inside the door, the figure stopped his figure and footsteps, lowered his head slightly, lowered his gaze, and gave a soft "hmm".

After a while, the prince came out of the courtyard, passing a line of people waiting outside the door, "Go back."

Uda Zhang Er was puzzled, but he didn't dare to question, so he followed him.

Immediately, the human stool knelt down beside the car, tightened its strength, and asked the prince to step on the car.

The carriage moved immediately, and Wu Da asked across the carriage, "Your Highness, don't we give the medicine box to Imperial Physician Song?"

The person inside laughed in a very good mood, and patted the medicine box at the sound.

The words that came out were full of smiles and very meaningful, "Since he wants it so much, he will find time to get it by himself."