This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

He Houcong and his servant waited for a long time at the door, and finally welcomed the prince in.

After entering the interrogation hall, the prince sat on a chair in the lobby, waiting for the report on the progress of the interrogation.

The Minister of the Ministry of Punishment was terribly frightened when he killed the two of them because of his disagreement last time, and he couldn't help trembling when he saw him.

On the contrary, He Houcong remained calm, stood neatly, and handed over the form in his hand, "Your Highness, Wu Changsheng has already used all his moves."

The person in front of the table had a cold side face, took it over and glanced at it, and asked, "Did you spit it out?"

"Clean." He Houcong affirmed.

The prince read through the several sheets of thin paper ten lines at a glance, and finally took a look at the handprint at the end.

He put the paper on the table and asked, "What did King Li say?"

"I don't want to admit anything." He Houcong wondered.

The prince was noncommittal, knocked on the table, "Bring him out."

"Do you mention it all?" He Houcong asked.

He was referring to Li Yuankun in his words.

Prince: "Very good, be a companion."

He Houcong ordered someone to take him away, but the servant stood aside tremblingly.

"Servant." The prince said flatly.

The servant knelt down with a thud, his hands resting on the ground and trembling.

The prince didn't seem to expect him to have such a big reaction, so he took a look at him and smiled: "Last time when King Li sat here, you were jury, but this time it's me, and you are the jury, what's the difference? "

His smile was even more terrifying.

The Ministry of Punishment had already received the new emperor's order to ascend the throne in January yesterday, which was tantamount to intimidation.

"Yes, yes," the servant stammered, "King Li blindly instigates and instigates the subordinate officials, forcing and making the subordinate officials to write the case according to his wishes, and the subordinate officials are extremely troublesome..."

King Li was pressed out from inside, just in time to hear it.

"You skinless wall!"

He yelled and cursed, and was about to step forward to kick someone, but was pinned down by the guards and couldn't move.

"Uncle Emperor," the crown prince Zheng'er sighed, "a prisoner should have the attitude of a prisoner. You make it difficult for your nephew. If you act rashly again, you will lose your family's favor."

King Li looked at him sharply, and when he met his gaze, the prince narrowed his eyes slightly.

There was a thump in his heart, he stopped abruptly, and thought to himself: He really wants my life.

The prince withdrew his gaze, leaned on the chair, and let him look at him in a relaxed posture.

Li Wang gritted his teeth and stared straight at him.

The guard tied the two of them side by side, and then stood aside, waiting for orders at any time.

The prince tapped the thin paper on the table lightly, making a "dong" sound.

The sound was not loud, but in a closed room, it was another scene of hearing a needle falling on the ground, so everyone present was startled with a "dong" in their hearts.

The prince asked amidst the sound of drums: "Self-supporting guards, assassinating generals, forcing palaces, do you recognize these three things?"

King Li gritted his teeth tightly.

The prince waited for a few breaths, but before he got an answer, he asked again: "There are still things about me, the assassination of the current prince, the fortification of the city gate, and the assassination of Song Taiyi in the Spring Hunting Field. right?"

There was hatred in King Li's eyes, and he stared angrily at him.

Because she was too patient, her face turned red.

The prince raised his eyes and looked at him.

"Don't say it," he said casually, his eyes didn't move, and the corners of his lips raised slightly when he saw this, "Okay, you are too old to bear the punishment, since you don't say it, let your son replace you."

He was leaning on the heavy grand master's chair, his face was very relaxed, but there was no smile in his eyes, instead he was indifferent and cruel.

King Li stared straight at him, his Adam's apple moved, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Facing the hateful gaze, the prince smiled again, which was completely different from just now, full of bloodlust.

He said coldly: "Go to the zither."

Tai Hospital.

Song Chunjing removed the gauze on his hand and changed some medicine.

The wound was a little scabbed, and a thin layer of pink was condensed on most of the place, but the wound was too deep, so it was bumpy and scary.

He hesitated for a moment, then wrapped the gauze again.

After wrapping up, many commonly used medicines were added to the medicine box in turn.

Because the medicine box is new, the small drawers on the top are not easy to pull out, unlike the previous one.

He opened it one by one to check, and when he reached the bottom grid, he hesitated for a moment on the zipper, and then pulled it away.

Push away the scalpels and a set of silver needles placed above, and you can see an envelope at the bottom that is suppressed by several odds and ends.

There were a lot of dried water stains on it, and the center of the water splash was twisted into a pinched point, and the whole paper was a little wrinkled.

After all, it is because of the preciousness of the paper, even after being rubbed and rained, it is hard to hide its precious and delicate appearance. Even in the dark, you can see the dark lines of the rubbing on it and the gold powder embedded in it.

Through this uneven letter, it seems that the rain splashed in the heavy rain that day can still be seen.

He recalled the scene that day when he cut the prince's flesh and blood gushed out.

And his firm hug under the city.

The temperature in the arms seemed to be still there, sticking to the body through the clothes for a long time.

And the prince, in one month, he should be called the emperor.

Song Chunjing was speechless for a moment, and his face, which had been tensed for a long time, unconsciously relaxed, and he even breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and a gentle smile appeared in his eyes.

Cheng Yun walked in slowly, with the court judge at his side.

Song Chunjing glanced at the letter paper again, and then gently pushed the small drawer back.

He put away his emotions, looked away, looked at Cheng Yun and nodded politely.

In the blink of an eye, he became the expressionless, polite and masked Song Taiyi again.

"Your Majesty has a headache, please come with me as soon as possible," Cheng Yun said.

The judge looked at Song Chunjing.

Song Chunjing lowered his head, suppressed his expression, and reached out to pick up the medicine box.

Cheng Yun stood aside and waited.

During the interval, the court judge quietly asked: "Auntie, is there anything else?"

Cheng Yun shook his head and whispered to him, "No, don't worry."

Her expression was unhurried, and she still had time to laugh, so it must not be because of a headache.

The court judge rolled his eyes and smiled, "Physician Song suffered a lot of injuries in order to save His Highness, so I ask my aunt to take care of her."

"That's natural." Cheng Yun pursed her lips and smiled, "Your Majesty only deserves rewards."

Hancui Palace.

After Song Chunjing checked the queen's pulse, he took the pulse diagnosis and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty is exhausting, you should rest more."

The queen was silent, so Song Chunjing stood aside and waited.

Cheng Yun helped him up, and said politely: "Physician Song, Madam invites you to come here, there is something I would like to ask for your help."

"Your Majesty, please tell me," Song Chunjing said politely, "Although the officials are soft-spoken, they must do their best to do what they can."

These words sound modest and there is nothing wrong with it, but it is not the case when you think about it carefully.

This clearly means that since I have a low official position and no connections, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep busy.

Cheng Yun glanced at the queen, who was still looking so downcast.

She let out an "ah" and sighed, "It's for the prince. The prince doesn't want to come into the palace for some reason. The empress sent people to invite him many times, but they couldn't come."

Song Chunjing listened attentively, without interrupting, with a very serious attitude.

"You and the prince have always been close. If you see him, I hope you can help me to say a few words." Cheng Yun continued earnestly: "I am very grateful."

"Oh, I'm afraid I've failed my mother's entrustment." Song Chunjing also sighed, and said, "I'm thinking of asking for leave today, and I'm afraid I won't be able to see His Highness. I really have the will and powerlessness."

Even the queen couldn't help but look at him this time.

Cheng Yun was even more surprised: "Even if you ask for leave, if His Highness asks, you should go."

"Look at what my aunt said. Naturally, I should go. It's just that His Highness will be very busy soon after he ascends the throne. It's normal if he doesn't have time to see the subordinate officials. After all, the duty of the subordinate officials is to see a doctor if they come to the door. Who would like to see them all the time? "

With a gentle expression, he spoke eloquently.

The meaning in the words: Others only come to me when they are sick, unlike the empress, who also looks for me when she is not sick.

Cheng Yun could hardly hold back her smile, and asked again: "Why do you want to ask for leave?"

Song Chunjing glanced at his hands, the queen followed his gaze and found that the gauze on his hands was very thick.Recalling the pulse diagnosis just now, he also only used his right hand, and the other didn't move much.

"Is the injury on your hand still not healed?" The queen asked with a smile.

It seems that he doesn't care about his subtle meanness and innuendo in his words at all.

"Growing muscle and bone will take some time, so there's no rush." ​​Song Chunjing calmly replied.

Zhu Cui on the queen's head didn't move, she nodded her head slightly, "I hurt my bone, it's time to take a rest and take care of it."

"Okay," she put back her smile, "Physician Song, go get busy."

"Yes." Song Chunjing resigned as he did.

"Drink your saliva and sleep for a while." Cheng Yun went to serve the water, her tone full of helplessness: "Your Highness definitely didn't mean not to enter the palace, maybe there is really something to be busy with, how can there be any deep hatred between mother and child?"

Song Chunjing paused, and the queen noticed it, and raised her eyes to stare at his back.

"Does Doctor Song have anything to say?"

She has a straight figure, her head is high above the ground, but her tone is full of loneliness, and she continues to ask gently: "You said, is it my fault that the prince refuses to enter the palace?"

Song Chunjing turned around, remained silent for a while, and said sincerely: "Your Highness naturally has His Highness's reasons, and I dare not speculate."

His tone is really strict, the queen has long experienced it.

It seems that nothing can be asked this time.

The queen blinked and lowered her long and delicate eyelashes, "If you see him, can you persuade him?"

She smiled wryly, shook her head, and sighed to herself, "Forget it."

Song Chunjing said softly: "Your Majesty refuses to tell the subordinates even what she has done, how can the subordinates judge right from wrong? How can I persuade Your Highness?"

The queen's eyes lit up immediately.

"Looking at the seats," she said.

The long-cherished wish entered the door, moved the calf-high log seat to Song Chunjing's side, and served new tea.

During the busy interval, Cheng Yun whispered worriedly in the queen's ear, "Madam, are you really telling the doctor Song? Will he tell the story?"

The queen glanced at him with complicated expressions in her eyes, then shook her head slightly.

The heavy and gorgeous jewels and emeralds on the head did not hear a sound.

Chengyun Chengyun thought about it, let out a sigh of relief, lowered his voice and laughed: "Your Majesty can never be wrong in seeing people."

The queen blinked, and bitterness appeared on her well-maintained face, "The only person I want to hide is the prince. Since the prince already knows, Song Chunjing will know sooner or later."

When it comes to the prince, she is always kind and dedicated, with unusual copper muscles and iron bones, and countless flaws in her hopeful eyes.

She can drive concubines crazy, dare to kill sons and kings, dare to seek power and usurp the throne for the original promise, but she can't stand her son's alienation from her after learning the truth.

That was the only ray of light in her harem career.