This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

"Whoa-"

It's raining in Beijing.

Li Chen sat on the chair in Zhan Shijian's office, holding a vermilion pen in his hand, and sighed at the mountain of memorials.

He put down the pen, got up and went to the bedside to tease the thrush for a while, and then looked bored at the rain outside.

The rain hit the jade, and the white and yellowish marble under the steps was polished smooth and reflective, and the sound of pattering was crisp and pleasant.

Yan Zhen came in from the outside, holding a bowl of milk spring tea, Li Chen glanced at it and waved his hand, "What time is it?"

"It's time to go back to the emperor." Yan Zhen stood aside holding milk tea, "This is the sleep aid soup newly researched by the cook. Would you like to have a sip, Your Majesty?"

Li Chen glanced again, "It looks a bit boring."

He took it and took a sip, it wasn't as greasy as it looked, but he still put it back where it was, "Chunjing'er should like it."

"Your Majesty is always thinking about Mr. Song," Yan Zhen nodded with a smile, "it has been four days, and Mr. Song should start class in three more days. You should go back now."

Li Chen thought about the person in his heart, and smiled unconsciously. His sharpness subsided, and he became soft and smooth, becoming a piece of smooth jade that had been washed away by the rain for many years.

"I don't know what's going on. Is the journey going well?" He raised his hand, thinking about the two round yellow dragon jade in his palm, "Wuda didn't write back either."

"Maybe I'm almost home, so I don't think there's any need to write a letter. It's more important to hurry on the road." Yan Zhenquan said, watching his hands playing with jade, and said with relief: "The emperor's arm is also recovering soon."

"It's much better," Li Chen said, "I still can't do fine movements."

Yan Zhen was about to go back, but there was a clattering sound in front of the corridor, he took a closer look, and the guard on duty rushed in, splashing water under his feet.

"Your Majesty!" The visitor hurriedly saluted, and then took out the well-protected envelope from his arms, which was not even stained by a drop of water, and stretched his hands forward, "Commander Wuda has a letter!"

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Li Chen's pool-like eyes immediately shone with the light of the candle, and the water in the courtyard was filled inside, emitting a faint light.

Yan Zhen immediately stepped forward to take it, holding it in front of his eyes.

"The guards of Wuda were taught by you, and they are very able to understand the holy will. This letter comes right away."

Li Chen took it, lifted the wax seal, unwound the coiled rope, and opened the seal. The feeling of satisfaction in his heart rose to the peak with the thin piece of paper he took out.

emperor:

The sun in the northwest is really too strong, and the temperature difference between day and night is also large. It is hot to death at noon and shivering at night.

Fortunately, Physician Song brought a brocade cloak to keep him warm during the day and keep him warm at night, so as not to freeze.

Shen Huan has already found him, and he has already arrived at the general ledger of the frontier camp. He has been tossing around a lot. The housekeeper of the general's mansion can't do anything. He can't find it as quickly as we did.

The Northwest is really poor, and any soldier's eyes are shining. Doctor Song's appearance is so good, I feel the eyes around him, and I feel very scary.

Lin Jian, a dirty old man, talked in circles and circles, and he could say a sentence ten times.It was difficult to inquire about something, and I kept teasing and coughing, which made me anxious to get angry.

Fortunately, there is Doctor Song, who asked him to experience what it means to be truly eloquent.

Ugh.

I miss my warmth, I don't know if she blamed me for leaving in a hurry.

Half of the ten-day holiday has passed, and if Imperial Physician Song doesn't mention the matter of returning to Beijing, his subordinates will have to do it.

The rough handwriting goes to the last line, and the signature is two characters Uda.

Li Chen turned over the paper, glanced at it, and had nothing else to say, so he turned the thin page back again.

The paper is rough, with pits and pits in the hand, which is very abrasive.

Li Chen lived such a big life, and had never seen such a rough and desolate paper. Not only was the texture bad, but the color was also yellowish and dry.

However, even if everything was wrong, he held it in his hand and read it over and over again, before he folded it and put it close to his body.

The content on that paper was engraved in my mind and continued to flash.

The rain outside the door was still falling, Yan Zhen waited for a while, and asked softly: "Your Majesty, have you rested today?"

Li Chen let out a "huh" and took a wrong look at the big Zhan Shijian.

"For a while," he said.

Yan Zhen quietly retreated, leaving only himself.

Thrush fell asleep with her head tilted, and even the rustling of her little paws on the cage disappeared.

Li Chen listened to the rain for a while, then went back to the ebony chair and continued to critique papers. He read quickly, read the content at a glance, threw aside the ones asking for peace, and when he encountered something mentioned, he circled and wrote. Accept or mark a cross.

Or simply draw a circle, which means that you know, you can figure it out.

Even so, half of the large desk was still occupied by stacked memorials.

He stopped writing in his hand, took out the letter paper, and read the contents again.

'Fortunately, Physician Song brought the brocade cloak...it won't freeze. '

He must like that cloak, he had given it a lot before, and he always took it out, but this one was different, he would take it out or put it on or cover it every two days.

"Emperor Song's appearance is so good, I feel the eyes around him, and I feel very scary"

Song Chunjing is really good looking, his facial features have deep edges, very delicate at first glance, but upon closer inspection, he is not only 'delicate', but can't move his eyes away.

The more you look at it, the better it looks, and every expression is very attractive.

Hearing people praise him, Li Chen was satisfied and satisfied, but it was another matter if his beauty was coveted by others.

For a moment, I didn't know whether it was anger or jealousy, but it filled the empty part of my heart.

He even wanted to get up immediately, brave the rain and lead the horse to rush to the northwest to bring people back.

By the way, the eyes of those who are blind are gouged out.

Further down, "Fortunately, there is Song Taiyi, let him experience what it means to be truly eloquent. '

Song Chunjing opened his mouth, his organization was clear, his thinking was clear, and he often caught people by surprise, which is really admirable.

Even Li Chen himself was speechless by his 'sharp mouth' and was defeated several times.

Not to mention a group of barbarians in the frontier who only know how to fight.

Li Chen imagined that scene, and the corners of his mouth sank back, showing a dimple.

The last sentence said, 'If Physician Song doesn't mention returning to Beijing, his subordinates will have to do something about it. '

Not only did he explain that Song Chunjing hadn't mentioned going back to Beijing, but he also asked Li Chen in advance that he might do something, firstly, he was afraid that he would blame him, and secondly, if Song Chunjing was looking for trouble, he could also ask Li Chen for protection.

Uda's writing of this letter is considered to be of a certain level.

Looking down, there is nothing.

Li Chen picked and picked, picked out the words about Song Chunjing and disassembled them one by one for a thorough analysis.

It seems that through the description on this paper, you can touch every move of the person mentioned above.

Thousands of miles away.

The black sky is like a pot buckled above, and the sky is full of stars flowing into a river, dazzling and spectacular.

Wu Da squatted outside the tent, coughed lightly through the curtain, then lowered his voice like a rat afraid of being startled, "Doctor Song, shall we return to Beijing tomorrow?"

There was no sound in the tent.

Wu Da waited for a while, then lay down on the curtain and looked in, but it was pitch black and there was not even a shadow to be seen.

He looked around for no one, and asked, "Are you asleep?"

Song Chunjingyi lay on the bed in bewilderment, looking at the clear and black figure carved on the tent.

The stars are shining like daytime, hiding inside and looking outside is like watching a shadow play.

Song Chunjing looked at the figure for a while, lying on the ground and looking up, still scratching his head, but finally he seemed to give up and left.

Inside and outside as one, completely quiet.

It was midnight.

He turned over and glanced at Shen Huan who was sleeping on the opposite bed, but Shen Huan was not asleep, lying on the bed with a quilt covering most of his face, only the black hair on the top of his head and black eyes were exposed.

In the darkness, Shen Huan opened his mouth, wanting to call "Master", but hesitated again.

He thought to himself: I have invited myself out of the teacher's school, and I said it clearly on the day of farewell. Is he still my master?

At the same time, he couldn't restrain himself from thinking: If he didn't care about me, why would he travel across mountains and rivers to come here to find me?

Whether it is the deserted and quiet Song Mansion, or the spacious and comfortable General's Mansion, everything that is warm in Beijing has become a distant dream.

His tears silently slid down his temples, dampening the pillow, and after a while, even the bottom of his neck was wet and sticky.

He pulled the quilt down, exposing his mouth to breathe.

Song Chunjing sat up, put on his shoes and walked over, Shen Huan looked at the figure, quickly closed his eyes, then turned over, lay on his side so as not to move.

Song Chunjing did not light the lamp.

He walked to the bed, stood quietly for a moment, and then sighed softly.

"Stop crying," he said.

Listening to his voice, Shen Huan felt even more sour.

His forehead felt cold, and it was Song Chunjing who stretched out his hand and placed it on his forehead.

The hand didn't move away immediately, he knelt down and stood by the bed, "The heat has receded a bit."

Shen Huan felt his eyelids grinding when he raised his eyes, and he knew how embarrassed he was without looking.

He took a deep breath, and finally spoke, his voice soaked in the bitter cold of the frontier, "Are those who chased me and my father all from King Li?"

"Yes." Song Chunjing replied.

Shen Huan let out a miserly laugh, his white teeth looked extremely sharp in the night, "Prince, no, he is already the emperor, so it has nothing to do with him, does it?"

"Yes." Song Chunjing said.

Shen Huan was silent for a moment, and after a while, his red and swollen eyelids drooped.

"Is there no selfishness in Master's words?" He asked.

The overly nasal voice was a little slurred, but still weeping deeply.

Song Chunjing was silent for a moment, there was no light in his eyes, thick ink was flowing, and he said, "Yes."

"I know," Shen Huan opened his mouth to let out a breath of helplessness, and then smiled bitterly, "I know from the time you came to the northwest and were escorted by Uda. Has Master already completely joined his camp?"

"It's because my father is dead, so there is no one in the general's mansion to fight against him."

"No, he is the emperor. In the whole world, could it be the king's land?" Shen Huan stared at the mottled and scattered tent shapes outside, in a daze, "Master chooses him and abandons me, there is nothing wrong with it."

"Shen Huan," Song Chunjing called him, and said quietly: "Did you go to He's house to find He Houcong to save me, didn't you? I knew it too late, thank you."

Shen Huan's breathing was stagnant, and his eyes flickered.

Song Chunjing: "Also, I didn't know about the fact that the emperor forced you not to continue studying medicine. I blamed you. I'm sorry."

Shen Huan opened his eyes wide, unable to recover.

Judging from the meaning of these words, it seems that Song Chunjing thought that Li Chen was persecuting him and not telling him to continue studying medicine.

He seemed to understand the meaning of the word 'sorry' that he uttered first when he first met Song Chunjing.

"But the tragedy in the general's mansion has nothing to do with him, and it's not his fault that he became the emperor." Song Chunjing paused for a few breaths, then continued in a slow voice: "Although he is sometimes cold and ruthless and scary, he still holds King Li accountable and comforts the general." The government is beyond reproach. He may not be a good man, but he will be a good emperor."