This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

General Huwei pretended to enter the palace with two people behind him.

One is a child about twelve or thirteen years old, and the other is the big housekeeper.

When he reached the entrance of the palace road, he went to the Hall of Mental Cultivation alone, while the head housekeeper took the child to another fork in the road and headed north.

At the end of the north, the square courtyard is full, filled with the fragrance of herbs.

It's too hospital.

Before entering the door, the housekeeper stopped and asked in a low voice, "Do you know how to answer, young master?"

It's nothing more than common sayings about how old you are, who your last name is, and why you want to study medicine.

The young master thought about it and found it not difficult.

nodded.

The butler breathed a sigh of relief, tidied up the clothes of the two of them, and then stepped into the Tai Hospital.

The current emperor only ascended the throne when he was in his thirties, and has been on the throne for nearly 20 years, and he has reached the age of knowing his destiny.

It is obvious that the body is sad and sick.

This is even more obvious in winter, and the Tai Hospital has to go to the hospital for diagnosis and treatment every now and then.

In the palace, they are all the same.

Wherever it is busy, it has to be valued.

The Tai Hospital has just been repaired. The Gaomen compound is made of the best stone and powder paint, and the decoration is also exquisite.

The gate faces south and has a wide view. Jade pigeons and glass corners are all in pairs.

It is a structure that pays attention to the prosperity of the population and the dual arrival of blessings and fortunes.

At a glance, the palace is generally magnificent.

The judge has a serious face, and his expression is often smiling.

He is easy-going, so the imperial doctors below are also relaxed.

The housekeeper of the General's Mansion sighed, "It's hard to say who can soar to the sky in the prosperous age, but the Tai Hospital can have today", and acted more cautiously.

The court got the news and waited early in the morning.

Standing at the entrance of the Imperial Hospital, seeing that he had just appeared, he was the first to greet him.

The housekeeper hurriedly took two steps, and greeted with both hands, "How are you, old brother?"

The court judge smiled and looked at the people behind him.

"This is……"

The butler nodded, and the two of them had a pair of eyeballs, and they laughed knowingly together.

After welcoming the person into the inner room, the housekeeper drank two sips of tea, looked around but didn't see anyone else, and asked, "Is the Imperial Physician Song here?"

"I got someone to call, it should be here soon." The court judge looked at the empty palace road outside the gate.

The butler sighed, and said casually, "Then let me waste a cup of tea from you, just wait a little longer."

The court judge smiled cooperatively.

The butler would look outside from time to time, with an attitude of being anxious but not daring to remind.

The court judge thought for a while, then asked him in a low voice: "This Song imperial doctor's medical skills are good, but it's just about his personality... The two academicians in the imperial hospital have not accepted apprentices yet, and one of them has a nephew who is on duty in the imperial hospital. One, Mr. Zhao Zhongzhao, whose medical skills are highly valued by the emperor, wouldn't it be better to worship under his sect?"

The housekeeper laughed a few times, and discussed it: "Hey, it's all done by the master's orders. I don't know much about the tricks, so let's just do it."

This is clearly followed, but secretly pushed.

The judge smiled inwardly.

"Exactly."

He nodded.

The housekeeper looked at the palace road in the distance again.

The court judge rolled his eyes slightly in his sockets, turned around again, and stuffed a piece of silver into the butler, "Even if you know a little bit, you know much more than me who can't get out of the hospital... "

"Ouch—" the butler held the silver and let him stuff it into his cuff.

But he didn't dare to tell the truth, with a gentle expression on his face, he said with a smile: "If he worships under the two academicians, the crown prince may not be able to tolerate our family..."

The court judge made a puzzled look of listening attentively.

The steward lowered his voice, moved closer to his ear, and whispered: "This child is a nobleman in the palace..."

The judge was taken aback.

Nobility in the palace.

Another kid.

That's just the same.

Which empress is the child of the emperor.

...Prince!

Unexpectedly, it was a shocking secret.

The court judge wiped the sweat from his brow, "This, this..."

The butler cleared his throat, "I hope the little brother of the Song family can accept it."

"Why do you want to worship under the Song family?" the judge asked with a forced smile.

Out of the corner of the housekeeper's eye, he glanced at the young man behind him, and found that he was listening carefully with wide eyes.

He opened his mouth and shook his head.

I won't say any more.

The court judge still wanted to say a few more profound words, but when he raised his head, a light-colored figure appeared at the end of the palace road.

The butler stood up and looked at the figure for a while.

Puzzled: "This...how did Mr. Song enter the palace dressed like this?"

Song Chunjing's clothes were thick and warm. He was the most afraid of the cold in the whole world. He even wore a fox fur scarf around his neck to keep out the wind.

Walking here slowly.

"He's not on duty today, so I can dress more comfortably." The court judge sighed.

After all, I feel that some of them are not on the stage and do not conform to the rigorous style of doing things in Taiyuan Hospital.

Going back and adding a few sentences: "Physician Song is always afraid of the cold, so it's not easy to wake him up from the bed this early in the morning. You, please bear with me."

The young master behind the butler also stood up and looked up and down at the distant figure.

Song Chunjing had a cold face, the corners of his eyes were raised slightly, and his lips were pursed.

His complexion matched the winter cold very well.

At first glance, it does not feel close.

The young master thought to himself, will this person be my master in the future?

Looks a little bad tempered.

Song Chunjing approached and stepped into the door.

"Judgment."

Song Chunjing copied his hands and greeted him in a lukewarm manner.

He looked at the other two and nodded politely.

Facing the court judge, he went straight to the topic, "Is there something wrong with calling the lower officials?"

The judge didn't have time to speak.

The butler said politely first: "How are you doing recently?"

Song Chunjing looked him up, but didn't respond.

A look that strangers should not approach.

The housekeeper didn't care at all, "The villain was ordered to come here today and bring someone here for the lord."

Song Chunjing looked at him again, but remained silent.

The court judge hurriedly said: "Physician Song, this is the chief steward of the General's Mansion."

"Your official knows." Song Chun nodded.

It's really hard to talk.

The smile on the butler's face almost froze.

He forced himself with a dry laugh and said, "Even if I brought him, I also brought the general's words. From now on, this kid will trouble you."

The figure standing one step behind him moved.

Song Chunjing looked after him and glanced at the boy.

With just one glance, his gaze moved back again.

The butler took out a letter covered with wax seal from his pocket.

He bent down and handed it to Song Chunjing.

Song Chunjing finally reached out to take it.

He didn't ask or say anything the whole time, just lowered his eyes slightly, like a mute.

The housekeeper was even more confused, and asked worriedly, "Aren't you going to take a look?"

"Take them back first," Song Chunjing finally said the first sentence to him, with a cold face, he said, "Trust me, I will go to the general's mansion after reading it."

The court judge laughed dryly, and was about to speak to smooth things over, when Song Chunjing rubbed his hands together and asked, "Master Court Judge, where is the lower official's hand stove?"

Court verdict: "..."

The court judge didn't know how the people sent to deceive the debtor, and said bitterly, "There are so many back rooms."

Song Chun nodded, let out a breath, and went to the back room.

"...This Imperial Physician Song really has a bad temper." The butler looked at his back, then at the young master behind him, and commented in embarrassment: "You are so arrogant..."

"Don't worry about it," the court judge patted him kindly, "He has always looked like this, and he doesn't have any friends in the hospital, so it's not easy to get along with him."

"Of course I don't care. When the general asks later, it's hard to say whether he cares or not."

As soon as Song Chunjing went out, he just listened to it.

Holding the stove in his hand, he stood quietly aside.

He watched coldly as the butler straightened his clothes, cleared his throat, and walked away with square steps.

The young master followed behind him, took two steps and turned his head to look at him.

Although he is rich and young, his eyes are extremely dark and clear.

It seems that there are many undeclared secrets buried in the deepest part, and the expression is a bit complicated, as if there are thousands of words in the eyes.

Song Chunjing was taken aback.

He swallowed a sneer that was about to come out.

The judge anxiously watched him walk away, not knowing whether it was a blessing or a curse this time.

"Your Excellency," Song Chunjing stepped forward, so far he was still polite, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

The court judge hurriedly stopped him, "Do you have any friendship with any empress in the harem?"

Song Chunjing shook his head.

"Then why does General Huwei insist on entrusting this 'noble man in the palace' to you as an apprentice?" the court judge asked.

"The officials don't know about it now," Song Chunjing raised the corner of his mouth, "How did you know that this kid is a nobleman in the palace?"

Court verdict: "..."

Song Chunjing said bitterly: "You are really easy to talk."

The judge's beard was going crooked.

"The housekeeper clearly said that he was a 'noble person in the palace', can I still talk nonsense?"

Song Chunjing replied: "If you are really curious, you might as well ask the general."

Judge: "What?"

If you dare to ask the general, are you still talking nonsense with you here, and you are angry with that Lao Shizi butler?

"Judgment," Song Chunjing said sincerely: "As a foreign minister, how dare I have 'friendship' with the empress in the palace, especially when it involves 'nobles in the palace', please stop saying this, let people listen Go, but it is a royal scandal and the crime of punishing the nine clans."

Court verdict: "..."

Song Chunjing continued: "If you and your colleagues in the Imperial Hospital are implicated, the lower officials will feel even more uneasy."

He is honest and considerate.

It seems a little timid.

The court verdict almost believed it.

Song Chunjing also wanted to brush off his skirt, but it was too cold to reach out.

Had to give up.

He shrank his neck, folded his hands, and tightly held the warm hand stove: "I am the one who is looking for the left and right generals, and I will take care of things. Don't worry."

"Can you take care of it?!" The court judge finally burst into anger, "You are a little doctor, you can keep your head, you are good, you can take a fart!"

Song Chunjing retreated back.

However, the court judge was so angry that he trembled when he pointed at him, "You, answer the general well, and don't make trouble in the near future!"

"...Then how should I reply to the general?" Song Chunjing asked in embarrassment.

There are some inside stories here, but it is not clear what the inside stories are.

The court judge was also a little confused.

Song Chunjing thoughtfully took out the wax-sealed letter and handed it to him, "Why don't you take a look."

The judge stretched out his hand to pick it up, but seeing Song Chunjing's expectant gaze from the corner of his eye, he put it down again.

"No, don't look at it." He put his hands behind his waist as if hiding from poison, "It's still, it's still...you decide for yourself."

Song Chunjing opened his mouth, and tucked the letter in his arms.

The expression is both helpless and regretful.

"Don't cause trouble!" Finally, the court judge gritted his teeth and warned.

"Yes." He responded gently and obediently.

Song Chunjing left the palace.

There was a sedan chair waiting at the gate of the palace, and as soon as he showed his head, someone trotted over quickly.

Although the visitor was dressed as a servant, he was not plainly dressed, and the fabric of the clothes was also exquisite.

This slightly rich boy was bent over, with two dimples sunken deeply in the side of his face.

"Master Song, are you finished?" He smiled and stretched out his hand in the direction of the sedan chair, "The prince has been waiting for a long time, please go to the East Palace."

Song Chunjing saw his eyes narrowed into slits when he smiled, and lowered his eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Hi," the boy sighed casually, "The prince is not feeling well this morning, he said he has a headache, please go and have a look."

"I'm not on duty today," Song Chunjing said.

Just as he was about to refuse, the man hurriedly said, "Sir Song's fur collar was brought back by the prince when he went hunting in the north last year. It so happens that you are wearing it today. The prince must be very happy to see it."

Song Chunjing gave him a cold look.

The boy quickly bent down, and went to the sedan chair to meet him again.

Song Chunjing took a step forward and followed the direction of his hand.

While walking, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and with this icy smile, he stretched out his hand and nodded at him from the air.

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