This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

The two walked side by side and walked all the way to Tai Hospital.

The prince pulled his medicine box, "I'll hold it for you, so I won't go in."

If he goes in, it will definitely cause unnecessary sensation.

Time is inside and out.

So Song Chunjing let go of his hand, handed the medicine box to him, and hurried in alone.

The prince was waiting at the corner with the medicine box, Wu Da looked at him and felt that he was no longer angry, so he came over to pick up the box.

The prince was suddenly upset and said, "Why do you have so much to say to him?"

Wu Da's outstretched hand stopped mid-air, not realizing that he was talking too much, and looked at him in confusion, "Huh?"

The crown prince looked at him, Uda scratched his head.

"Forget it." The prince sighed helplessly.

Wu Da took the box and put it on his shoulder.

All the palace people in the past saluted and walked around the road when they saw it from afar.

As summer approaches, the moisture in the air becomes thinner, and the temperature rises rapidly after the early morning.

It was just the beginning of the time, and being in the middle of two high palace walls already felt stifling and hot.

The prince stood under the shadow cast by the palace wall, looking at the gate of the Tai Hospital from afar.

"Why haven't you come out yet?"

Wu Da raised his chin and looked around, "Didn't you just go in?"

The prince felt that he had been in for a long time, but after Wu Da reminded him, he realized that only a few words had passed.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand to hook his collar, loosening the collar slightly.

Wu Da picked up the medicine box, looked it over and over again and asked, "What's in this box?"

The prince didn't answer.

Wu Da said again: "Physician Song can take the initiative to come to the door to get it, it must be very important."

He pouted, "Your Highness doesn't know?"

Prince: "..."

The prince finally discovered that Wu Da didn't just talk too much to Song Chunjing, but was born with a chatterbox.

"Why isn't Nuan Nuan coming? It's been two days." Wu Da said to himself.

The prince asked: "What is Nuan Nuan?"

"It's that dancing girl!" Wu Da explained to him, "Song Nuannuan has the same surname as Imperial Physician Song. Are people with the surname Song so good-looking?"

The prince looked at him complicatedly, and threatened with a headache: "If I say one more word..."

Uda immediately shut his mouth tightly, stretched out his hand and made a cross in front of him.

After a while, the prince looked again at the gate of the Imperial Hospital at the end of the palace road.

Wu Da didn't dare to intervene, and said in his heart: It's only a blink of an eye.

The wind stopped, and the leaves on the treetops remained motionless.

The sound of cicadas suddenly sounded.

The noisy people became more and more restless.

"Chunjing'er is not in a good mood these two days, have you noticed?" the prince asked.

Wu Da looked at his expression and realized that he was indeed asking himself, so he automatically lifted the gag.

"I didn't notice it," he said, "Physician Song is still smiling today, and he doesn't usually smile very much."

The prince thought for a while, then shook his head.

"There's something wrong with his eyes."

Wu Da didn't dare to stare at Song Chunjing all the time on weekdays, let alone stare at his eyes, and he had to distinguish the difference between his often drooping eyes and his expression at other times.

This is too difficult.

"Did you offend Doctor Song?"

Wu Da recalled Song Chunjing's expression recently, and found that he was always sullen, and he was indeed not as kind and gentle as before.

The crown prince frowned, and said very displeasedly: "Why do I make him angry whenever something happens?"

"Because others dare not mess with him." Uda said.

Song Chunjing was surrounded by two big mountains, the Imperial Hospital and the Eastern Palace. On the bigger side, there were also two big trees, the Hancui Palace and the General's Mansion, which ordinary people would not dare to climb easily.

Besides, his eyes are slender, his eyebrows are distant, and he doesn't like to talk too much.

Good-looking, seeing the whole person reveals that he is 'not to be messed with', unlike some serious imperial doctor who saves lives.

It's more like an assassin who takes people's lives when they disagree with each other, and dares to replace tonics with poisons.

On weekdays, I was surrounded by the aura of strangers not to enter, and I was very apprehensive even if I finally said a word to him.

Although he was a little polite in his response, that kindness was somewhere between cautious and alienated, making people even more afraid to provoke him.

The prince turned him over and over again and thought about it several times.

The blood that was constantly suppressed in the body was boiling even more, and it kept clamoring to break through the restraint.

He took a deep breath, but because the air was hot, he became even hotter.

A dark figure appeared in the imperial hospital at the end of the palace road, and Wu Da hurriedly reminded: "The imperial physician Song is here!"

The prince immediately turned his head to look, seeing him approaching from far and near, he couldn't help but follow him a few steps forward.

Song Chunjing came forward, the prince cleared his throat, "Come out so soon."

Wu Da complained frantically in his heart: Obviously you were too slow just now, okay? ? ?

However, the death gaze from the corner of the prince's eyes made him dare not speak.

"The court judge has already arranged the handover work, and will come out after speaking." Song Chunjing said.

The prince went out with him, and Wu Da followed behind, ready to observe and learn how to be reserved and pretend to chase people reasonably.

The two walked side by side, the prince looked at Song Chunjing's expression from time to time, and seeing his relaxed expression, he lowered the hand that had been firmly by his side.

"Will you go to the Ministry of Criminal Justice with me?" he asked.

Before Song Chunjing could answer, he gave another option, "Should I go back to the East Palace and change my medicine first?"

Song Chunjing thought about it for a while, and felt that they were all similar, so he said, "Your Highness will."

The prince has always made up his own mind since he was a child, and has made countless big and small decisions, so he likes to hear this sentence very much.

"Then go to the Ministry of Punishment for a while, and then go back to the East Palace." He said casually.

Song Chunjing was noncommittal.

The prince took it as his acquiescence.

No matter how long the palace road is, there will be an end. The prince walked in the front and was the first to walk out of the palace gate.

He turned his head and pulled Song Chunjing who was half a step behind very smoothly.

The slender fingers held the wrist separated by a cuff, squeezed lightly, and separated again.

The action was completed in the blink of an eye, and they couldn't even feel each other's body temperature.

Casual, natural and considerate.

"Did you come to see me on the day of the enthronement ceremony?" the prince asked.

Without the cover of the palace wall, the sun at Sishi was neither far nor near, casting the shadows of the two of them on the ground, which happened to be at the height of their bodies.

Song Chunjing looked at the shadows walking side by side on the ground, and said: "At that time, all the officials will come to bow and worship, and all important things will be postponed. It will not be as important as Your Highness's ascension to the throne."

"Well," the prince also lowered his head slightly, looking at the silhouette on the ground, he seemed to find it interesting, so he stood still.

Song Chunjing was unprepared and continued to walk forward. As soon as he lifted his foot and took a new step, he grabbed his hand and dragged him back to the original place.

The shadows on the ground returned to their orderly appearance.

The prince said earnestly: "Others are watching the emperor's enthronement, remember to watch me when the time comes."

Song Chunjing's hand was cold and hot, and when he realized it, the prince had let go of his hand again.

The blood rushes to the fingertips, even a little numb and swollen.

He moved his fingertips slightly, and felt that the joints seemed to be rusted, and the blunt sensation was so strong that it was almost uncontrollable by his brain. He said: "The emperor is His Highness, I must observe it carefully, after all, not everyone can see this kind of battle of."

The prince lowered his head and smiled, but the shadow couldn't reveal his expression, so he remained motionless.

After he finished laughing, his eyes seemed to be filled with sunlight, which was extraordinarily bright and shining.

The breeze blows and blows on the face to dry the thin sweat, which is very comfortable.

The light and thin outer shirts shook slightly, touching the skin on the backs of each other's hands.

The prince started with the gentle wind, and with his slightly swaying hand, stretched out his fingers and gently hooked Song Chunjing's hand.

Song Chunjing was taken aback for a moment, and glanced at him quickly.

Subconsciously follow him forward.

This time, the hands did not separate immediately. After a few steps, the prince changed his gesture slightly and gently held that hand.

He continued: "Hurry up and call 'Your Highness' more often. Once the enthronement ceremony is over, you won't be able to hear it."

The sun is warming the back, and the projection on the ground holding hands is also very clear.

Song Chunjing only felt that his lips and teeth were dry, but he didn't seem to be able to react yet.

The prince looked at his long eyelashes and his eyes staring at the shadow, tilted his head and smiled and said, "If you don't like it, you can just call me by my name."

He is the eldest son and the only prince. He was crowned prince prematurely, and there are very few people in the world who can call him by his first name.

Counting and counting, but three or two people.

Sure enough, Song Chunjing said: "I dare not."

The prince didn't force it, and seemed to be chatting leisurely, with a very leisurely tone: "You can call whatever you want."

Even though he stopped and walked, and the prince deliberately walked slowly, the carriage would not back up by itself.

The work of a few words is in sight.

The prince squinted his eyes at the man standing beside the carriage who would kneel down as a stepping stool at any time.

The man's feet felt like nails, and he froze for a moment, not knowing whether he should move forward or not.

The prince took the lead in getting on the carriage, and with his clasped hands, he turned around and pulled Song Chunjing up steadily.

Fortunately, the carriage in the Eastern Palace is not only luxurious, but also very spacious, not to mention two people, even the big-armed and wide-waisted Uda is more than enough to come in and sit together.

The carriage moved forward steadily, if it wasn't for the creaking sound of the wheels on the stone road from outside, it would have been almost as if it hadn't moved.

The tanks on all sides here are filled with ice cubes to cool down, which is much cooler than outside.There seems to be mint leaves under the ice cubes, faintly revealing a refreshing and refreshing smell.

The sweat in the palm of the hand dried up in a while, and the person became refreshed.

"If going to the Ministry of Punishment goes well, the matter can be settled today. Will you go to the General's Mansion when you come back?" the prince asked suddenly.

Song Chunjing raised his eyes and glanced at him, with a twinkle in his eyes.

After the meek appearance faded away, the light hit people's hearts.

The prince sat leisurely in the carriage, pretending not to see his eyes, lowered his head and moved his right fingers that could already be slightly curled up.

"I see that you are really not in a good mood these two days. After thinking about it, it's only about the general's mansion." The prince concentrated on moving his fingers, "If you are really worried, go and have a look."

Song Chunjing was speechless for a moment.

The prince put his hand on the mat made of purple bamboo filaments, his knuckles stretched, and he tapped lightly.

"I'm serious."

The corners of Song Chunjing's lips moved, and the lip line was slightly tightened, but he didn't say anything.

He only looked at him seriously, his eyes were deep and bright.