This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

The room was getting hotter and hotter, and the ice seemed to have melted away.

This sleep is very long.

I slept until the sun rose the next day.

The servants who were supposed to be cleaning were quiet, and the guards avoided the Chunjiao Palace as much as possible while walking, for fear of making any untimely noises that would wake up the sleeping people.

On the big bed in Chunjiao Hall, the person who had worked all night finally woke up from his dream, and opened his eyes dimly.

Song Chunjing moved slightly, feeling indescribably tired all over.

Pain is not pain, acid is not sour, and tiredness is not tired.

It's like oversleeping, being mentally tired for a while, and the whole person is slow to work.

The prince noticed the movement and woke up at the same time. He stretched out his long and powerful arms and hugged Song Chunjing tightly, "Are you awake?"

Song Chunjing didn't seem to be awake yet, so he glanced at him in confusion.

"In the East Palace," the prince said with a pleasant expression, "Spring Pepper Hall."

Song Chunjing glanced at the mess under the bed, recalling last night, couldn't help frowning.

The crown prince pinched his chin and turned his head around, looked at him carefully, and he was relieved when he didn't find any expression of displeasure on his face.

He couldn't help touching Song Chunjing's eyelashes. Song Chunjing closed his eyes subconsciously, and instantly felt his lips warm up, and someone kissed him.

Song Chunjing: "..."

The prince ignored his expression of refusal, and asked very naturally: "Would you like to sleep for a while?"

"Don't sleep anymore." Song Chunjing said.

So the prince let out a "huh" and cleared his throat lightly.

As soon as the sound of coughing was over, the door was pushed open immediately, and the maids carrying basins, towels, salt water, etc. lined up in two rows, and walked in silently with lotus steps.

Song Chunjing: "..."

The prince seemed to be used to it, he sat up, and someone stepped forward to help him out of bed.

He stood in the middle naked, drinking salt water and rinsing his mouth, while someone scrubbed and dressed him.

The prince raised his chin and pointed at Song Chunjing.

Several maids saluted and immediately stepped forward to surround Song Chunjing.

Song Chunjing quickly refused, "No, there's no need."

The maids took two steps back and stood by the bed one by one. The prince waved his hand, and all the maids who stood neatly stood back immediately.

The maid who was about to put on his clothes stopped on the spot with both hands, and explained: "Your Highness's wound may have opened, and the blood on his back was wiped clean just now, and it flowed out again in a blink of an eye. Can you call the imperial doctor?"

The prince glanced sideways at Song Chunjing. Song Chunjing was lying on the bed, with his arms stretched out of the soot-blue brocade quilt, and casually placed on the pillow.

On the side of the wrist, the ulna protrudes and protrudes outwards. With the gently closed eyes, the thin eyelids and thin eyelashes, it is obvious that the whole person is extremely weak.

The prince's Adam's apple moved, and he turned his eyes away. Afraid of waking him up, he walked outside and asked, "Is Dr. Cen still there?"

"Yes," the maid replied, "They say they want to stay forever."

The prince hesitated and said, "Call him here."

The maid went immediately, and the prince sat outside and waited, looking out at Song Chunjing from time to time.

After a short while, the door leaf of Chunjiao Hall was heard together with the sound of footsteps, Dr. Cen had arrived, "Your Highness please greet me."

The prince turned sideways, exposing the wound.

Dr. Cen was taken aback: "It was already healed when I saw it yesterday, why did it crack again?"

Song Chunjing in the back room opened half of his eyelids, listened to the conversation outside and the rustling of water washing the wound, stared at the top of the bed in a daze for a moment, and finally got up.

As soon as he moved, he felt uncomfortable.

The soft tendon at the base of the thigh seemed to be strained, and it was extremely sore, and the back was also numb and a bit chilly, the whole figure seemed to be disassembled and reassembled, yes, the joints were all uncoordinated.

He slowed down, took off all the accessories on the clothes, and then slowly put them on.

Outside, Dr. Cen was wrapping a new gauze around the prince's waist, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, remember not to exert force on the waist in a short period of time, and don't work hard."

The prince, who worked half the night last night, looked at the front and sat upright, and nodded slightly to indicate that he heard.

As soon as the red bead curtain rang behind him, Song Chunjing pulled aside and walked out from inside.

He was wearing light-colored clothes, his hair was tied carefully, and the cuffs around his waist were very neat and clean.

The prince looked at his narrow and obvious waist, "Are you up?"

Song Chunjing nodded, lowered his eyes, his face was slightly pale.

He was already white, but he looked even whiter when he wore this dress, and even his light pupils looked black.

"Breakfast is outside when it's ready. You go and eat first, and I'll be right there." The prince said to him gently.

His tone was intimate and natural, obviously not the way to treat ordinary people.

Dr. Cen didn't even dare to raise his eyes to see who came out of it. There was a price to be paid for breaking the secrets of the royal family. A person buried in the loess had no reason to lose his life for other people's affairs.

Even if the crown prince and side concubine gave him another ten plates of gold ingots, he couldn't take this risk.

The prince looked at Song Chunjing's figure who turned and walked out, but called him, "Chunjing'er, what's wrong with you?"

Dr. Cen was startled suddenly, raised his head and glanced out of the corner of his eye.

Sure enough, it was Song Chunjing.

The crown prince asked himself to come even though there was an imperial doctor here, why didn't Song the imperial doctor use it?

Why did Physician Song come out of the inner room early in the morning?

There is also an unexplainable hookup between the two, and they do not shy away from outsiders at all.

What is contained in it is self-evident.

The prince's intimate tone confirmed this point even more.

Dr. Cen swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and instantly understood many past events.

Why did the prince take good care of the accompanying imperial physician when he went south? Now it seems that it should be all because of Song Chunjing.

Dr. Cen broke out in a cold sweat immediately, and became anxious for a while.

Over there, Song Chunjing paused.

The crown prince listened anxiously, but he just said, "I have a headache."

"Ask Dr. Cen to prescribe you some medicine," the crown prince said, "Or sleep a little longer, it's still early."

"I've already taken the medicine just now." Song Chunjing said.

The prince almost forgot that this person is an imperial physician, and his medical skills are very good.

He was speechless for a while, Song Chunjing nodded respectfully towards him, and walked out.

The prince asked, "Are you ready?"

Dr. Cen speeded up the package with trepidation, and Ying He said, "It's almost there, it's almost there."

The prince let out an impatient breath.

The three meals a day in the East Palace are very delicate, from the starter to the staple food, then to the rich and fragrant soup, and finally the fruit refreshment, the order and the type must be the same.

Because Song Chunjing, who was not so particular about it, was there this morning, he ignored the order of serving and put everything on the table, which completely filled the two tables.

Shrimp dumplings, soup dumplings, golden egg rolls, etc., each small bowl is filled with two or three, one is about the size of a finger belly, and one bite is delicate and convenient.

The jasper stalk rice porridge is eight-tenths full in a small white porcelain dish, and it sits on a lotus porcelain bowl. Six holes are cut out on the side of the porcelain bowl, and a candle is lit in the middle to warm the rice porridge on top.

After the crown prince finished bandaging, he put on his clothes and walked out. Passing behind Song Chunjing, he gently stroked his black and soft hair.

Song Chunjing noticed it, and turned his head to look at him, his eyes were black and white, and he looked very harmless at a glance.

The prince walked around him and stood on one side, seeing his slightly raised eyelids and thin lips, he immediately felt that innocent appearance was gone.

Song Chunjing picked up the chopsticks, the prince only glanced at the table and then his face sank, "Why don't you get something decent, can these dregs be eaten?"