This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

All the way to the west, it becomes more and more desolate, the population is far less dense than central Beijing, and it is not as prosperous as central Beijing.

Shen Huan rested in the water hole for half a day.

Half a day later, the horse's wound condensed and stood up by himself.

After another half a day, Shen Huan rode on it, ready to go on the road.

He hesitated for a long time, thinking whether to continue going north or return to the General's Mansion.

Thinking of what the guard said to him before he died: If he is not safe, the general will be safe.

So he gritted his teeth and decided to continue walking north alone.

Along the way, he avoids pedestrians, avoids inns, walks on desolate roads, dares not close his eyes at night, and wakes up immediately with the slightest disturbance.

Five or six days later, he ran out of dry food, and insisted on walking north for another day, lying on the horse's back and closing his eyes.

The young man who was growing up couldn't bear the hunger, and years of physical fatigue had drained his spirit.

Only in the dream is the gentle town.

The young man fell into a deep sleep on his horse's back.

The strong horses carried the people on their backs and walked along the desolate land, looking for water sources everywhere.

After another two days, I finally ran to a river ditch, knelt on the ground, and stretched my neck to drink water.

"Where did the horse come from?" Two men dressed as guards were carrying a bucket full of water by the river, and the one walking behind glanced at the previous man, then turned back, "Is there a person on it?"

The one in front didn't care much at first, but when he heard someone turn around to look, he might be a spy or something.

When he saw that he was lying on the horseback unconscious, he ran over to check.

The horse was very wary at first, and retreated a few steps when it saw someone approaching.

The two guards looked at each other, and one of them said: "It's a good horse, maybe the young master of some family got separated."

"Where do we have to go to get here?" Another asked.

Yes, it is not easy to manage near the border, and there are countless bandits.

It is not easy to catch people if they often shoot and change places.

The guard said: "It doesn't look like a foreigner, take it back first, don't throw it here for the bandits to see, it will be acceptable."

The two were well aware of the gray business here, and laughed together.

The two of them agreed with each other with a few simple words, and they continued to walk back while holding the horse and carrying the water.

The frontier camp is not far from the border, and you can even see it at a glance. The wind and sand are blowing here all day long, making people much older than their real age.

The soldier guarding the gate today is dark, with only one mouth showing white teeth, "Who is this?"

"The one I saw by the river may have been robbed by bandits."

"Hey," the guard on duty looked at him and smiled maliciously, "It's true."

Another soldier's eyes lit up, he laughed and said: "The horse is not bad, give it to me!"

"Go, go, get out."

The guard carrying the water picked up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face.

There was a roar of laughter.

The large bucket shook gently, and sprinkled a lot along the way.

Followed the small waterline to the end and entered a tent in the north.

"Chief soldier, I found a young man by the river. He looks quite fair. It is estimated that the young master of some family was robbed by bandits and escaped." The guard poured water into a large bucket in the tent and said, "The horse is not bad. We brought them back together."

"The horse is not bad, just throw the man away and bring the horse back, and look for something messy." The chief soldier sitting inside blamed him.

He stood up, glanced at the big barrel, stepped forward and knocked on the guard's head, "I can't lift it up more steadily! Is it half over?"

This person is tall, with wide shoulders and a strong waist. His thighs are tense without any effort, and his muscles are bulging. The edges of the armor are vaguely opened. There are two people in the whole person: Xiong Zhuang!

The guard laughed, and embarrassedly scratched the place where he was kicked, "Then shall we carry another bucket?"

"Forget it, let's make do with washing." The chief soldier said.

He took off the armor, revealing a clean cotton shirt that was washed a little thinly, which immediately felt out of place with him, and looked a little weird.

"Go ahead," he said.

The guard nodded at him, and started to walk away, "Then this person..."

The chief soldier glanced casually, "Just throw it away...wait."

He stopped taking off his clothes, put the cotton white underwear on the shelf casually, walked over and looked at Shen Huan, "He looks really good, wake up after feeding something, bring it over to ask questions."

The guard laughed again hehehe.

This commander-in-chief doesn't easily praise others, so if he can get a word of "good enough", it must be very good.

Apparently, this "bringing up and asking questions" is not as simple as simply asking questions.

His exposed chest was extremely strong, with countless knife marks and scars interlaced on it.

It is a trace of honor left by the border guards for many years.

"Go away." The chief soldier said.

East Palace.

The guards came in and announced, "Your Highness, the Imperial Physician Song is seeking an audience."

The prince let out a "huh", as if he had expected it, and said very calmly, "Come in."

The guard went down to invite someone.

The prince remained motionless, sitting by the window of the Chunjiao Hall, watching the memorial at the exquisite small table.

As the only heir, he was suddenly entrusted, which was both unexpected and expected.

The emperor has been ill for a long time and urgently needs a young new emperor to ascend the throne to stabilize the situation.

As soon as the imperial decree of the Zen position came out, the south was the first to respond.

The magistrate and county magistrate who suffered from the floods drafted congratulatory speeches overnight and sent them to Beijing.

Expressed his thoughts and positions.

Taking the lead from the south, all regions have responded one after another. The crown prince has not yet ascended the throne, and it is already expected by everyone.

Most of the courtiers, Luo Ye Zhiqiu, handed the memorials to the East Palace one after another.

The prince sat on the chair, and when he lost his mind for a moment, he immediately recalled the beautiful moments of yesterday.

After a while, he felt that an hour had passed.

The teacup on the table was still steaming, which meant that the guards didn't even make it to the gate.

Maybe he just left the gate of Chunjiao Hall.

The prince put down the memorial that he hadn't read for a long time, stood up, and took a deep breath.

He glanced at the clothes on his body, and there was nothing wrong with it.

He looked towards the door again.

After a while, he informed the guards to enter the door first, and whispered to the prince: "Master Song is looking for a medicine box."

Song Chunjing came in immediately, "Your Highness."

He wanted to salute, but the prince didn't move at all, he held him up, "No need."

Song Chunjing lowered his eyebrows and eyes respectfully, and stood obediently.

He didn't act stubbornly, but he said in his mouth: "Etiquette and law cannot be abolished. Let people see that the lower officials can't speak clearly, and they have a solid reputation for gaining power."

"Don't worry about gossip," the crown prince pressed him on the chair, sat by himself, and said affirmatively to him in a low voice: "With me protecting Physician Song, who dares to say one more word."

Song Chunjing's eyes moved slightly.

Countless eyelashes drooped in the blink of an eye, ignoring the countless ambiguities in his words, and said straight to the point: "The lower official's medicine box has fallen, so I came here specially to get it."

I knew you had to come.

The prince couldn't help but smile in his heart.

"It was about to be sent to you, but you came by yourself."

He pretended to stand up, "I'll go pick it up for you."

Song Chunjing frowned slightly.

Under normal circumstances, the crown prince should find someone to bring it up instead of going there to get it in person.

In the blink of an eye, the prince's figure had disappeared, and he was actually left behind.

This abnormality made Song Chunjing a little worried.

Moreover, the medicine box was clearly placed on the table here before leaving yesterday, but now it is missing.

The prince hurried to the inner room in a few steps, and went straight to the medicine box that was sitting quietly on the table.

Song Chunjing's original medicine box was smashed into pieces by Uda. This medicine box should have just been replaced. The paint is bright and clean, and it is freshly painted, without any wear and tear.

The prince expected him to come back, but he didn't want to come so soon.

Regardless of the previous hasty resignation and uncomfortable situation.

Just to get his medicine cabinet back?

The prince thought for a while, and then concluded: there is something in the box.

He wanted to think back, the good upbringing and the habits he had developed since he was a child did not ask him to open and read alone.

After carefully looking at it for a while, I took the medicine box and went back to the front hall.

The prince stretched out his hand and handed the thing to its owner.

Song Chunjing took it over, carrying the heavy weight, and finally felt more at ease.

The prince looked at his expression and asked with great interest: "What is hidden in this box that makes your baby like this?"

"Ordinary medical drugs." Song Chunjing replied without moving his expression.

"Really?" the prince asked meaningfully.

Song Chunjing looked at his expression, didn't say much, and said goodbye with both hands: "I'm sorry to bother you, I have to go to the Imperial Hospital to report, so I'll take my leave first."

He turned around to leave, but was frozen in place after two steps.

The prince pulled the belt on his medicine box, "Don't you want to ask for leave?"

"That's it." He replied.

"Don't go," the prince said, "I'll ask Uda to ask for leave for you."

As if he was afraid that he would refuse, his voice softened deliberately, giving the impression that he was a little more careful than usual.

Song Chunjing's expression remained motionless, and his voice softened a lot, "I have to pack some things."

He tugged on the rope that was strung on the medicine box, but the other end was firmly held in the prince's hand, motionless as if pressed against a rock.

Song Chunjing stared at him, the morning light outside the window shone into his eyes, and the light inside flickered slightly.

The depths of the eyes seem to be floating, like a slightly shaking kaleidoscope.

The prince was a little serious, but still with a teasing attitude, "Tell me what's in it, and I'll let you go."

Song Chunjing's gaze drooped slightly, and he turned to stare at his hand.

He thought firmly in his heart: He knew that he would definitely come to get the medicine box, so he waited here on purpose.

"Nothing else," Song Chunjing said affirmatively, with a slight twitch of the corner of his mouth, "only medical supplies."

It may be due to the rising sun, which made his lips warmer than usual, and the opening and closing were indescribably sexy.

The prince couldn't help but move the tip of his tongue and touched his own teeth.

The rope on the medicine box is not loose at both ends, and is stretched straight.

He looked at the person on the other end of the rope for a while, and smiled slightly with the corners of his mouth raised.

The next moment, the hand holding the medicine box suddenly exerted force, and suddenly pulled it this way!

The medicine box immediately left Song Chunjing's hand and flew towards the prince!

With such great strength and suddenness, Song Chunjing, who was caught off guard, was staggered, and he took half a step forward to stabilize his figure.

The prince wanted to reach out to help him, but it was too late and then it was too late, Song Chunjing made a lightning move and grabbed his injured arm, with three fingers like iron pincers, pinched fiercely on the Sanli point between the two bones!

For a moment, the prince felt tens of thousands of needles pricking his body, and the aching, numbness and pain instantly spread all over his body.

The prince didn't expect it, only the tip of his eyebrows trembled unconsciously: "..."

Song Chunjing pulled the medicine box with a sullen face, and carried it on his shoulder.

Then he let go of his hand and looked at the prince without changing his face.

The one who pursed his lips finally opened his mouth, his voice was a little deeper than before: "It's too offending to be in a hurry, if you don't leave, you should be late, I will leave first."

The prince didn't take his cold face to heart at all, he just felt that his voice was slightly hoarse and very magnetic and attractive.

He looked at the back who turned away and said "ah", "I'll take you there."

He reached out and squeezed his arm, but it was still painless and numb.

I don't know which tendon Song Chunjing pinched just now.

As soon as the prince looked up, Song Chunjing had already walked to the door.

"Chunjing'er." He called out.

Song Chunjing paused, as if hesitating, the prince looked at him.

Then he thought it over clearly, pretended he didn't hear it, and walked out looking ahead.

In the blink of an eye, he had already reached the door.

He stretched out his hand and pushed the door, the light from outside saw the gap, and immediately got in regardless.

The door of mahogany inlaid with gold powder and covered with transparent amber oars glistens in the light, showing its exquisite luxury.

The next moment, the flickering light spot suddenly disappeared!

"boom!"

The door that had just been opened was suddenly closed with a loud noise.The injected light also disappeared, leaving countless dust flying in the void.

The incoming popularity and power pulled mountains and rivers, Song Chunjing only felt his shoulders sink, and he was imprisoned between the door and his chest irrevocably.

The prince's eyes were deep and dark, and he stood in front of him and stared at him, "I don't want to grab your medicine box, why are you leaving so fast?"

Song Chunjing couldn't help frowning, and looked at him intently.

Between the two of them, their clothes, ribbons, and fine hair were tightly entangled, and their pupils reflected each other's expressions.

The prince didn't take half a step back, still staring unrestrainedly, pressing his back against the door tightly.

This position is too dangerous.

Song Chunjing recalled the old dreams of the past, with a heavy expression on his face, and a sharp look in his eyes gradually changed.

After a while, the prince found the panic hidden in his sunken eyes.

He is nervous.

The prince thought firmly.

Then, under Song Chunjing's close watchful eyes, he slowly raised his hand in mid-air with a little self-confidence.

It was a gesture of surrender.

"Okay, you can go." The prince stood in front of him, looked at him for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Don't be angry."