This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

It was still raining in the middle of the capital, and it was moving slowly and alternately. The rain was much finer than before, and it seemed to be coming to an end.

The triennial temple fair, there are very few people, there are a few pedestrians holding umbrellas under the archway, most of them are young people in pairs.

That's right, on such a day, the elderly and children firstly stay at home and refuse to go out, and secondly, those who are alone also dislike wet shoes and socks and refuse to come. Even those who meet with friends postpone the day and feel that today is inconvenient.

Only those who are really close come here in the rain, regardless of the damp air under the umbrella staining their hair, just to meet their sweetheart.

Rainy days are also sunny days.

Li Chen took the umbrella, propped it on top of the two of them, and looked at the three or two pedestrians and scattered jewelry stalls in the distance, "This is a rare sight, I just stand here with you and look at it. Lighthearted and happy."

Song Chunjing turned his head to look at him and smiled at him.

It seems that the world is dark, and the only beam of light is gathered here.

Li Chen couldn't help but smile too.

Yan Zhen looked at the backs of the two of them, even at night, it was difficult to see clearly in the dim outside, but Li Chen had broad shoulders and long legs, his stature was slightly taller than ordinary people, his back was straight, standing out from the crowd was particularly eye-catching.

He stood aside, frightened by the occasional glances from all around him, for fear that someone with malicious intentions would take advantage of this to assassinate him.

At this moment, he heard a few conversations, and a few laughs in his ears, and he couldn't help but pause.

Others say that Li Chen is the proud son of heaven, he was born rich and honored, and he is the one in ten thousand.

But the empress is strict, the courtiers see each other, there will always be people who refuse to submit and people with evil intentions, and even people who come out to assassinate for various reasons in three days and five days clamor to take his life.

The young man who used all the novel ways to have fun many years ago has grown up and turned into a decisive and undiscriminating monarch, and his relaxed smile has disappeared.

Only when he is in front of Song Chunjing can he relax like this and always smile.

Just listening to that smile, he could imagine what kind of expression it was, and couldn't help feeling agitated, and quietly backed away with the accompanying guards, not far or near behind.

Turning around the main street, there are fewer small vendors and fewer pedestrians. The slightly open door next to it reveals a glimmer of light, echoing the warm yellow lanterns on the corner eaves, illuminating the road under your feet regardless of the weather.

Li Chen only asked at this moment: "Have you written down the post-sealing process that Zhao Yicai told you?"

"I wrote it down earlier," Song Chunjing said, "I almost forgot about it later."

Li Chen knew just by thinking about it, that Zhao Yicai's voice was so flat that he didn't even have an ups and downs in his words, most people would run away after hearing three and a half sentences.

Song Chunjing said: "Does the emperor want to listen now?"

Li Chen shook his head, "Just remember it."

Song Chunjing: "?"

Li Chen ignored his suspicious gaze, and smiled in a low voice, "Or, don't leave at night, and tell me slowly."

"By the end of the night, I might even forget about the previous part," Song Chunjing said.

I don't know if he pretended not to understand, or if he really didn't understand, Li Chen made his words clearer again, "If you forgot, ask Zhao Yicai to tell you a few more times." He said again: "Don't leave tonight?"

Song Chunjing: "..."

For a moment he felt that he understood, and for a moment he felt that there was something wrong.

"...Are you going to ask the next official to explain it to the Crown Princess?" After asking, he felt that it was not enough, and slightly frowned and refused: "The Crown Princess is smart and beautiful, so I think I can understand it myself, why don't Master Zhao go directly to talk to the Crown Princess?" Wouldn't it be easier for the crown princess to explain it?"

"There is no crown princess." Li Chen said suddenly.

Song Chunjing: "?"

The houses in the rain are hazy, and there are a few small vendors on both sides shouting and selling things, and the bluestone steps under the feet are slowly dripping water.

Li Chen didn't know what it was like to be poor, so he looked at it for a while and said, "Don't have a scene."

He turned his head and found that Song Chunjing was still staring at him, so he let out an "ah" and repeated: "There is no princess at all."

Song Chunjing thought there was something wrong with his ears, and he tried his best to keep out the sound of the rain, "A few years ago... no, wait..."

Li Chen looked at his rare and ignorant appearance, and laughed softly.

Song Chunjing stopped and stood there looking at him and smiling.

Li Chen gave him a hand, but he was still unmoved, so he stood still, "Don't leave tonight, I'll tell you in detail."

All in all, you can't go tonight.

Song Chunjing was considerate of his waist and knees, and looked at him hesitantly.

"I won't torment you," Li Chen looked at his expression and said with a smile, "Really."

Accompanied by his not-so-honest hands, these words are not very credible.

Song Chunjing said, "No..."

"The guest officer came to the altar bar——"

The shopkeeper guarding the door of the tavern on the side of the road saw the passers-by, and rushed out to greet the guests regardless of the rain.

Just as Song Chunjing was about to refuse, Li Chen looked up at the signboard and said with interest, "Come to the two altars."

"The guest officer has a good eye, we are a 60-year-old shop!" The shopkeeper ran in to pick up the wine, and kept saying: "It's raining outside, come in and rest your feet!"

Li Chen raised his foot to go, Song Chunjing held his forearm and shook his head slightly at him.

However, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Yan Zhen who was following behind.

When an outsider approached Li Chen, Yan Zhenzhen raised his throat instantly, and stared at this place with wide eyes without blinking.

The accompanying guards listened to his instructions, pulled out all the knives and held them tightly in their hands.

Li Chen looked away, not surprised, and then saw that Song Chunjing was also very nervous, and changed the sentence "it's okay" to "forget it."

"Just wait here." He said.

The shopkeeper brought out the bottled wine, Song Chunjing took it, took out the money bag and paid for it.

Li Chen took two jars of wine the size of his palm, held them in his hands, and tugged at his purse, "The one given to you is useless?"

Song Chunjing dragged it back and put it on without changing his expression, and said solemnly: "Don't dare to use it when it's raining, the emperor will reward you with thousands of statues, put it at home on the bedside for offerings, and take it out casually to avoid getting wet."

Hearing his nonsense, Li Chen couldn't hold back, turned his head and smiled again.

He had laughed countless times, but he was in a good mood anyway.

Even the wet shoes and the sticky hair sticking to the skin didn't make him lose face.

The sky is getting heavier, even the only dark blue in the sky is gone, and the sky is thick and air-tight.

Yan Zhen came forward and lowered his voice to remind, "Your Majesty, it's time to go back."

Li Chen didn't enjoy himself at all, and wanted to continue walking.

The road ahead is sparsely populated and the roads are narrow. The hawkers on both sides have already started to pack their things and prepare to go home.

He glanced at Song Chunjing, and Song Chunjing said, "Go back."

Li Chen remained silent, Song Chunjing thought for a while and said, "Come back next time."

The next time will be three years later, although this promise is far away, far away, it still makes Li Chen feel a little sweet in his heart, and he is more at ease than ever before.

He turned around, and behind him were bluestone steps that zigzag forward, like smoke and rain floating in the air after the dust has been completely burned.

There is the clear and crisp sound of rain, and the air is humid and a little cold.

Li Chen was facing him, and the space under the umbrella was cramped and tight. He stared into his eyes and said seriously, "It's done."

East Palace.

When they came back on a rainy night, they were both dressed in cold clothes. After taking a bath, the two of them went to the Spring Pepper Hall to rest.

It's midnight, and the candles burning inside are still on, making crisp crackling sounds from time to time.

The entourage walked around here silently.

The large wooden bucket used for steaming and washing was still in place, and a large spray of water was scattered all around.

Walking along the water marks, the farther you go, the shallower the marks on the ground are, and in the end, only shadowy and chaotic footsteps are left.

Stopping here and looking up, the big bed of Chunjiao Palace is in front of you.

The figure on the bed...

……

……

The trembling aftertaste didn't stop for a long time, Li Chen hugged him tightly, the two bodies seemed to be embedded and fused together, even the trembling frequency was so synchronized.

"Do it again?" After a while, he leaned into Song Chunjing's ear and asked.

After tossing and tossing for most of the night, Song Chunjing was extremely exhausted, and just now he was able to support himself with the blessing of desire, but now after the indulgence, his whole body has softened.

When Li Chen didn't get a response, he got up to look. Song Chunjing had sunk deeply into the soft mattress and closed his eyes heavily.

He stared at the deep and obvious arc of the eyeliner, and the bright red lips that seemed to be closed inside, and he gritted his teeth patiently.

The meat can't be eaten in one meal, so you have to save some for stewing next time.

With difficulty in his heart, he made up his mind, got up and cleaned up Song Chunjing first, then went to the wooden bucket outside, took half a bucket of cold water, washed it briefly, and then returned to the bed to hug the person he was holding on the tip of his heart Go to sleep.

In the early morning, the sun closed outside, followed by the sound of cicadas.

Li Chen opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Song Chunjing's quiet profile.

How does it feel when you open your eyes and see the person in your dream lying beside you?

It is this feeling.

Li Chen carefully reached out his hand, wanting to touch his face to see if it was true.

Before touching it, Song Chunjing opened his eyelids, looked at his hand, and then moved his gaze to his face along the hand.

Li Chen stared at him wide-eyed, with stars in his eyes and spring in the corner of his mouth.

"Are you still sleeping?" He naturally touched the tip of Song Chunjing's nose, retracted his hand, and asked.

In a trance, I seem to remember that I asked exactly the same thing yesterday morning, and this familiar feeling makes me feel very at ease.

Before Song Chunjing could reply, he said again: "I heard that King Li was ill in prison, seriously ill. Would you like to go and see Xiehan?"

"No." Song Chunjing said.

Li Chen paused, "Then you go on sleeping for a while, and I'll take a look. Don't wait until you're executed before you die of illness. At that time, you won't be able to give an explanation to the old general guarding the border. It's too cheap for him."

Song Chunjing sat up naturally, leaned against the side of the bed, and was dazed for a while.

He didn't fully wake up until his thoughts returned, and said, "I have to go home."

The words were few but not obvious, and it was only after he finished a coherent sentence that he felt that his voice was very hoarse, full of dryness after indulgence.

Li Chen got up to bring the premature milk tea to his mouth, "This is not sweet, and it's not tasteless like white water, you should like it."

Song Chunjing made a mistake, reached out to take it, and took a sip of it.

Li Chen looked at him, so he nodded tacitly.

Only then did Li Chen ask, "What are you doing at home?"

He casually asked: "Sleep? Can't you sleep here?"

Song Chunjing held the milk tea and shook his head firmly.

Li Chen thought for a while, "Are you coming for lunch? I'll ask the cook to cook something delicious."

Song Chunjing wanted to refuse, and the continuous toil was not only not beneficial to the body, but also a great torture to the spirit.

Li Chen seemed to see through his thoughts, lowered his head and smiled, and said involuntarily, "I'll pick you up at night."

Song Chunjing looked at the determined expression of the person in front of him, and said kindly, "Let's talk about it tonight."

That's a play.

Li Chen was happy in his heart, and couldn't hold back his face, he twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled.

When going out, he leaned over to Song Chunjing and hugged him tightly.

"I haven't settled the bill with you last night." He loosened his arms, hooked his belt with a smile, and said in a low voice, "wait for tonight."

Donggong did not neglect because of Li Chen's absence, on the contrary, because the person who emitted the danger signal was gone, it became smoother and more orderly.

After Song Chunjing washed and ate, he walked around the Chunjiao Hall a few times and went out.

Yan Zhen followed behind, waving his hand at the waiting people.

All parties were ready immediately, and when Song Chunjing walked out of the gate of the East Palace, the curtain of the carriage had already been raised, and they were all waiting for him to get in the carriage.

Song Chunjing sat in the car and looked up to see the magnificent and prosperous scene inside the Eastern Palace.

He closed his eyes, opened them, and the car curtain fell, blocking his sight.

The carriage stopped in front of the Song Mansion, Yan Zhen stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, but Song Chunjing lifted it first, and got out with his head slightly lowered.

Yan Zhen stretched out his hand to help him, he was far less particular than Li Chen, after nodding his thanks, he bypassed that hand, stretched his long legs, and stepped off the carriage.

"The villain will pick you up in the afternoon." Yan Zhen withdrew his hand, and turned into holding it without feeling uncomfortable at all.

"No need," Song Chunjing said politely, but walked towards the door unceremoniously, "I will go when I have time in the afternoon."

"The villain will pick you up at night?" Yan Zhen asked persistently.

Without turning his head, Song Chunjing raised his hand and waved it lightly, and took out his usual sending words: "Let's talk about it later."

Yan Zhen got the words, bowed respectfully towards him, and watched him walk into the gate of Song's house.

Song Chunjing entered the house and told the boy: "Wait at the door, counting from the moment Yan Zhen disappeared, after a quarter of an hour, feed the horse and lead it out."

The boy agreed, stood by the door and looked out with a headache.

Song Chunjing went back to his room to pack his luggage.

After burning incense, the servant came to report, "My lord, Director Yan will not stay long, the horse is ready."

Song Chunjing nodded, picked up the small bundle and the medicine box, and walked out.

"Are you going on a long trip?" the servant asked after him.

Song Chunjing didn't answer, but only confessed: "If anyone comes from the East Palace at night, just say that I have eaten dinner and went to bed early."

The boy thought about it, and felt that it was not appropriate, "What if the emperor comes in person? What if I insist on inviting you?"

"Just say that I told you to go by myself tomorrow, and ask him to go back and wait." Song Chunjing said without changing his face.

The boy opened his mouth, hesitantly stammered and asked again: "If...the emperor goes in to find someone in person..."

"No." Song Chunjing categorically rejected his hypothesis.

The servant was silent for a few breaths, his eyes turned back and forth, staring at him eagerly.

Song Chunjing stepped out and stroked the shiny black hair on the horse's neck. The strong, tall horse had just eaten and drunk, and snorted a few times unbearably.

He was about to ask about the origin of the horse, when he turned around and saw the boy's expression, he raised his eyebrows lightly, "Why, did the emperor break in?"

He finally asked!The boy kept the secret for two days and almost drove himself crazy.

"Yesterday, I went in at noon yesterday, but it didn't disturb anyone. The villain seemed to be sticking to the bottom of the wall."

The dignified emperor of the dynasty, the man standing at the pinnacle of power, has actually learned to slip around corners.

Song Chunjing couldn't help pursing his lips tightly without saying a word.

He blinked, his eyelashes blocked the look in his eyes, his lips loosened, and he said in a neutral tone, "Why don't you talk about this?"

"I really don't dare to take the initiative to say that the emperor threatens the villain..." The servant thought for a long time but couldn't think of what he threatened.

The emperor didn't threaten him at all, but only told him "not to mention it" with a murderous look, and asked him to remember it.

It was only because he was too scared that he automatically associated the words with threats.

Song Chunjing fell silent, lowered his head and stared at Ma's big and bright eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

The horse snorted.

When he came back to his senses, his gentle face had changed into tense in the silence, "Remember to say it later."

Seeing that he wasn't too harsh, the boy quickly agreed, "Yes!"

Song Chunjing got on the horse, his movements were casual and neat, the hem of his clothes raised a wonderful arc with the wind, and fell on the horse's back again.

He tugged the horse's head in a chic and suave manner, "If Dad asks, just say that I'm out for fun and I'll be back before work."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the boy to respond, he clamped the horse's belly with his legs and walked away.