This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

The kitchen steward who was in charge of meals immediately knelt on the ground and stammered an explanation, "The original chef is on sick leave. He was urgently invited from the imperial dining room in the palace, saying it was..."

While he was explaining, the prince turned his head and saw that Song Chunjing had already started eating.

He ate a few bites yesterday afternoon, didn't eat dinner, and tossed and tossed and worked all night, his chest stuck to his back with hunger, and he didn't care about anything at the moment, he just wanted to fill his stomach first.

Even so, his appearance is still gentle and pleasant, neither sick nor slow, like some kind of bitter medicine.

The prince looked at it twice, and felt that the beauty was delicious, and he was also hungry.

Immediately, he waved his hand, stopped pursuing responsibility, and sat diagonally opposite Song Chunjing.

Song Chunjing picked up the shrimp wonton and ate it, then he stretched out his chopsticks towards the remaining one, picked it up and ate it.

Then, looking at his expression, he tasted the same food in his mouth, thinking about his feelings for this thing.

Song Chunjing looked around without raising his eyelids at all, and ate whatever was in front of him. After a while, he put down his chopsticks and drank two mouthfuls of soup.

The prince saw that he didn't even taste one-third of the dishes, so he asked, "Are you full?"

"En." Song Chun nodded his head.

"Is it not to your taste?" the prince asked again.

"No." Song Chunjing also glanced at the remaining dishes that hadn't been touched, all of them were exquisite and attractive, even though he was already full, he was still moved by his index finger.

"I'm full." He looked away and said affirmatively.

The prince looked at his expression, "Okay, then wait for me."

As he spoke, he speeded up his eating, and ate most of the breakfast on the table into his stomach like a storm.

Then he picked up a wet cotton towel and wiped his mouth, stood up, "I have to go to the Ministry of Criminal Justice, I will enter the palace later, do you want to take a rest?"

He clearly expected Song Chunjing to say, "I'll go with you", but there was no expression on his face, and he looked at him frankly.

Song Chunjing: "I'm going to the General's Mansion."

He got up and washed his hands in the basin, then turned to carry the medicine box.

This is what the prince had already promised, and he took the initiative to mention it in order to show his empathy.

He recalled everything from yesterday in an instant, pulled his thoughts away from the lingering bed in Chunjiao Hall last night with difficulty, cleared his throat, "Then what are you doing with the medicine box?"

"I'll go home after leaving the General's Mansion." Song Chunjing said humbly.

The prince almost couldn't control the expression on his face that was about to crack, "So many days off, what are you doing in a hurry to go home?"

Song Chunjing: "Rest."

"...Then I'll pick you up at night?" the prince asked hopefully.

"In a few days." Song Chunjing said.

The prince paused for a few breaths, and then let out a soft "hiss", "Your attitude is not right, you always want to leave after sleeping, and you are so cold."

Song Chunjing didn't hear clearly, and gave him a puzzled look.

The prince was a little uneasy, with his forehead full of lawsuits, he tentatively asked in his heart: "Did you hurt you last night?"

Song Chunjing: "..."

During the few breaths waiting for his answer, the prince stared at his expression closely. The answer was related to his future happiness, and his heart beat faster.

Song Chunjing shook his head.

The huge stone in the prince's heart fell to the ground, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He immediately regained his composure and composure, and took out the old trick that he had used thousands of times, "Who will change my medicine after you leave?"

Song Chunjing was unmoved, and asked instead: "Your Highness is more than ten thousand, are you worried that there is no one in the Tai Hospital rushing to work?"

The crown prince looked at him, and Song Chunjing reminded: "The lower official asked for leave."

There is no better way to keep people than to say more.

The prince thought for a while, took a step back, and said the conditions for his retreat, "Then follow me to the Ministry of Punishment for a tour, and then I will send you to the general's mansion first, and then I will enter the palace."

Song Chunjing thought for a while, the prince observed his emotions, waiting for a reply, just like countless boys and girls who fell in love waiting for their first love to accept their invitation.

Sweet and exciting.

There is also tension that has nowhere to rest.

Finally, Song Chunjing nodded.

The prince was immediately overjoyed, as if he had won a battle.

But he restrained himself from showing it, gave a calm "um" and nodded his head.

Ministry of Punishment.

Li Wang pleaded guilty yesterday, which means that the biggest case of this year has come to an end. Judging from the relaxed expressions of the guards at the gate, one can feel that the criminal department is filled with a sea of ​​cleanliness and cleanliness.

There was no one in the trial hall. He Houcong and his party greeted the prince at the door, and handed over the confession form signed by King Li, "Li Yuankun has been in a coma all day, and he just woke up this morning. He fed some gruel and ate it carefully. Go down, and faint again after a while."

The prince nodded indifferently, his face still had that cold marble sculpture, He Houcong looked at his expression, and asked cautiously: "Should I send it back to the palace for care?"

In short, he was afraid that he would die here.

The prince kept walking forward, and said with an unchanged expression: "There is no need for special care. King Li of the province will not see his son miss him."

As soon as He Houcong thought about what he meant, he nodded to the servant behind him. The servant immediately understood, bent down and ran to the cell where Li Yuankun was being held, and said to Xu Zhuo who was changing his dressing: "Your Highness has an order that you can't move the place. I'm afraid that King Li will be dishonest, so I have to put it under my nose and tell him to watch."

Xu Zhuo stared at him, and the servant yelled, and whispered into his ear, explaining: "You have to use him to restrain him. If King Li is disobedient and has any abnormal movements, immediately continue to torture him."

Xu Zhuo understood, his heart was cold, and he felt that he was able to survive under the prince's hand, it was really lucky for his ancestors to burn incense.

"There's no need to use torture anymore, just..." He said, stretching out his hand and pinching Li Yuankun's neck, "One time, he will definitely die."

"I can't die, I can't die," the servant hurriedly waved his hand, "If he is dead, there is no guarantee that King Li will not jump over the wall in a hurry and bite back. You have to be careful."

What bites back.

There is obviously something about the queen here, but it's just because of the prince, so I won't pursue it anymore.

It can be seen how deep the sewage is in the imperial power from life to death.

Xu Zhuo sneered, "From the time I entered the imperial hospital, I just wanted to see whoever died, and asked me to take care of him, Mr. Minister, you should think about it."

The servant hissed, "I found you... no wonder you are not favored, first of all there is a problem with your attitude!" After saying that, he walked away.

Xu Zhuo looked at his angry back, and it took a long time for the violent chest heaving to subside.

He turned his head and looked at Li Yuankun who was lying unconscious on the thin wooden mattress, his chest felt sad, and he thought: We are both poor people.

The servant ran out just as the prince and his party walked into the main hall. He bowed respectfully and said with a flattering smile: "Go back to Your Highness, everything has been explained."

The prince nodded indifferently with a sullen face.

"What about people?" he asked.

He Houcong: "It's locked in the innermost place, can I be arraigned?"

"No need." The prince held two thin chapters of the petition in his hands, and walked in with strides.

The cell in Prince Li Pass was not too big or too small, neither did he take special care of his status as a prince, nor did he make him more destitute than ordinary people.

Not up or down.

Hearing the sound, King Li sat on the ground, leaned forward and squinted in the direction of the person coming.

The prince stopped in front of the heavy and solid iron railing, squatted down halfway, and swung down the watch in his hand, unfolding it in front of King Li.

"These are all confessed voluntarily by you, right?" he asked.

In fact, there is no need to ask.

He came back alone with everyone, and asked this question just to let him admit it himself, so as not to regret it later, and get a witness.

King Li knew it well.

His face was dry red, his lips were pale, and his face was deeply lined.

You are a prince, and you usually have fine clothes and fine food. How could you suffer from being in a big prison? Yesterday you were shocked and sweated all over, you couldn't even change your dry clothes, and you stayed up all night in shock and anger.

Also, after all, I am too old to bear this kind of torture.

The prince looked at his red and black face, and said indifferently, "Even if you are imprisoned, you can't treat him badly. If you are really sick, you should go to the imperial doctor for treatment."

King Li stared at the person, and squinted his eyes fiercely, "Don't cry like a cat, just cure Yuan Kun, and I will cooperate in everything. If not, I will definitely drag the queen into the water."

"It's not that I'm already like this. If I can pull one, I'll be a companion on Huangquan Road."

The prince sighed after hearing this, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Yuan Kun?"

He repeated, put away the watch, handed it to the chief guard, and then smiled maliciously at King Li, "Yuan Kun is dead."

King Li suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the momentary panic and terror turned into bloodshot eyes.

"I don't believe it!" He immediately squeezed out three words from his throat.

The prince admired his expression, and continued: "It's right next door, father and son are connected, don't you feel it?"

King Li breathed heavily, his eyes turned violently around, as if they were about to come out of the frame in terror.

The people around him were sullen and frowning, with no other expressions on their faces, and no one paid any attention to his fear.

Li Wang's face slowly turned red, and he bared his teeth and said fiercely: "I don't believe it!"

The crown prince smiled lightly, and mocked indifferently: "You saw him bled all over the place yesterday, and he looked like he was on the verge of death. Let's delay his life for now just to make you confess."

He stood up, brushed away the non-existing dust in front of him, and said condescendingly: "You have already pleaded guilty, so is there any need for Li Yuankun to be revived?"

King Li stared at him without blinking. After a moment of silence, he almost yelled: "I don't believe it! You lied to me! If Yuan Kun is dead! No one can live!"

"I heard it all," the crown prince stood with his hands behind his back, and laughed aloud, "He said it himself, because Li Yuankun died, so he refused to plead guilty."

"You!" Li Wang took a quick breath, as if he was really thirsty, so he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Li Chen! You—"

The prince turned around, and the chief guard immediately opened the door and went in, dragged him to the corner and gagged him.

King Li was pressed to the ground, and only his head could struggle, so he struggled to get up, with an angry and dull "uh" sound from his mouth.

The prince didn't even look at it, and walked out of this dirty place full of decay.

Song Chunjing was waiting alone on the carriage outside the Ministry of Punishment, surrounded by a few guards.

He is always like this, when he is not in the way, he will stand aside humbly and respectfully, and when he is needed, once he shows up, everyone will notice him, and the radiance on his body cannot be concealed.

At this moment, the carriage waited for the master without moving, and Song Chunjing sat in it without any sense of presence, in stark contrast to the returning prince who was surrounded by stars and moons.

The prince deliberately slowed down his movements, and gently lifted the curtain of the car to enter.

However, as if he had done nothing, Song Chunjing was alone, even more meek, and was dazedly tracing the intricate hair patterns carved on the wall of the carriage in his mind, when he was taken aback by the prince who suddenly came in.

He regained consciousness in an instant, and his eyes became clear.

"What are you thinking?" the prince asked, sitting opposite him.

Song Chunjing answered irrelevantly, "Is the little prince awake?"

"It is said that he woke up for a while." The prince observed his expression, "Do you care about him?"

Song Chunjing: "Ordinary doctors and patients care about him, but he was seriously injured, which is a bit challenging."

It can be said to be very ruthless and cold.

However, the prince was still a little jealous. After thinking for a while, he said: "The Ministry of Rites has to decide many things, and the rest can be postponed later, but it's the same with the imperial physician. I have already asked him to do it. From now on, you only need to do it for me People see a doctor."

Song Chunjing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "The lower official has asked for leave, I'm afraid this job won't fall on my shoulders."

This is the sentence again.

The prince let out a "huh" and decided to finalize the matter, "Wait until you cancel the leave."