This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

The lines in the corners of General Lin's eyes squeezed, and shrewdness appeared in his eyes, and he turned to ask Song Chunjing, "Is Young Master Shen in good health?"

This time Wu Da didn't know the truth and couldn't interject to answer. Song Chunjing, who was standing aside, blinked and replied respectfully: "You can take good care of your body, but you need to take good care of your spirit."

General Lin let out an "ah", "It's really embarrassing, but General Huwei's family is my family, and I will definitely take good care of him."

"Wait," Uda cut off his words, and asked suspiciously, "Do you mean you want him to stay in the barracks?"

"General Huwei wanted him to join the army before he was alive. One is to strengthen his body, and the other is to stay away from the disputes between Beijing and China. The reason is that both of you are the emperor's cronies, and you must know it." With several deep meanings.

"No, wait," Wu Da frowned angrily: "Even if he wants to stay in the northwest, it's his own decision. What does it have to do with the emperor? The emperor never said he would not be allowed to return to Beijing."

General Lin continued to smile, and was about to answer when the housekeeper sneered a few times: "I haven't said anything, but what I have done is that I have forced people to leave their homes."

"You," Wu Da stared at him fiercely, and he looked over without the slightest fear, as if he was going to die righteously at the risk of his life.

Uda took a deep breath and reached out to hold the knife handle.

General Lin immediately stood between the two of them, and stretched out his hands towards them at the same time, "Don't be impatient, both of you, sit down, let's have a good discussion, after all, it's all for the good of Young Master Shen, isn't it?"

The last question, he actually asked Song Chunjing.

Song Chunjing didn't say anything, but Wu Da let go of his hand with a sneer, still rolled his eyes with folded arms.

Song Chunjing opened his mouth softly at the side, and asked back: "General Lin, do you mean to make a decision for Shen Huan?"

"Of course not," General Lin felt extremely vigilant when he saw him interject, "It's just that the butler came from a long way with General Huwei's last wish, so we have no choice but to accept it, and comfort the general for peace of mind." In the spirit of heaven."

It means that if you disagree, it will be against the general's last wish, and he will not be able to close his eyes even if he dies.

Song Chunjing patiently waited for him to finish, and then slowly retorted: "General Huwei's last wish is to hope that Shen Huan will be safe and sound, but I see that there are many dangers in this barracks."

General Lin didn't know whether Shen Huan had told him about Chen Kuo's forcing him, and now there was a housekeeper present, so he continued to pretend to be confused, "What do you say?"

Song Chunjing didn't say much, just glanced at the butler, and suggested: "Why don't you ask the butler to take a look, and ask him for his opinion."

Before Shen Huan knew he was going to die, the butler was anxious like an ant in a hot pot, and suddenly found someone. He was timid due to his close proximity to the country, but he didn't know how to face it.

For a moment he hesitated.

Song Chunjing said: "He already knew about the general a few days ago, and now his mood has stabilized, but he is still a little irritable. Just try not to mention this matter with him."

The butler was speechless, opened his mouth, and tears fell first.

He quickly lowered his head, and the tears hit the ground out of thin air, except for the eye sockets, nowhere was wet.

He raised his head and looked at General Lin with a pleading expression.

General Lin immediately turned around and raised his hand: "This way please."

The people outside came and went like weaving, walking in neat steps and staring straight ahead.

There were only a few patrolling soldiers scattered here and there, scanning the faces of everyone passing by.

General Lin walked in the front, the steward followed closely behind, and finally Song Chunjing and Wu Da.

The two slowed down, lagging a little behind. Wu Da looked at the back of the butler in front of him, and became angry at the thought of his attitude, so he pulled Song Chunjing's sleeve more slowly.

In front of him was the tent where Shen Huan was, so he approached Song Chunjing quietly and asked, "Physician Song, what if this old guy insists on staying here because of holding Shen Huan?"

"No, he still can't be Shen Huan's master," Song Chunjing thought for a while, then lowered his voice, and said, "When he sees Shen Huan, he won't think about keeping him."

Wu Da thought for a while about Shen Huan's desolate look, and nodded in agreement.

Song Chunjing turned his head and glanced at the scattered tents, "If this matter is settled today, we will leave."

"Are you bringing Shen Huan with you?" Wu Da asked.

"No," Song Chunjing said, "With the housekeeper here, he will take good care of him. After all, they are closer. To him, I am still an outsider."

Wu Da looked at his expression, but didn't find any indifference and sarcasm, and seemed to have said a few words of truth calmly.

Song Chunjing said again: "As the commander of the imperial guards, you served in the East Palace before, so if you rashly bring Shen Huan by your side, I'm afraid it will cause criticism. If others see it, it may damage the emperor's reputation."

Uda let out a long "Oh~".

Song Chunjing paused, Wu Da straightened his expression immediately and said, "Understood."

In the single tent, Shen Huan woke up as soon as Song Chunjing left.

He lay silently on the bed, motionless, staring at the ceiling in a daze with his eyes open, blinking lightly after a while, and then staring at a place again in a daze.

Back then, in order to sleep better, Chen Kuo placed the bed far away from the door, just a cloth away, and the outside was a desolate suburb with few people.

very quiet.

Lying on it, you can think about something without being interrupted by the soldiers practicing outside.

Shen Huan took shallow breaths in the quiet air, his mind was in a mess and he couldn't figure out any clues.

"Shen Huan?" Someone outside suddenly called him in a soft voice.

Then, afraid that he wouldn't hear, she reached out and patted the corner of the bed where he was lying through the tent.

Shen Huan was startled, looked at the figure outside, "Who?"

The outsiders didn't answer, but said, "The chief steward of the General's Mansion is here. Your master seems to want to take you back to Beijing. Do you want to go back?"

Looking at his appearance, he seems to be squatting down, and the figure reflected on the tent is like a bear, forming a tall and strong shape.

Shen Huan knew who it was, and subconsciously wanted to hide, but because he couldn't see anyone, it gave him a sense of security, so he lay motionless on the bed.

Chen Kuo waited outside for a while, but he didn't get an answer, but he didn't dare to go in after learning from the past. He got up and walked a few steps, and returned to the original place after a while.

"I just want to tell you that if you don't want to go back to Beijing, I can help you." He said.

After speaking in a hurry, the figure got up and walked away, and became quiet again.

Shen Huan was in a daze, and countless phantoms appeared in front of his eyes, all of which were the appearance of the general when he left.

He thought: What bad thing have I done to be able to cope with this lonely life all alone.

There were hurried footsteps outside the tent, and Shen Huan closed his eyes.

Several people entered the tent, General Lin looked at them, and said softly to them: "Still sleeping."

The butler looked at the person on the bed, hesitating, not daring to step forward rashly.

After a long time, trembling, he walked to the bed, knelt down, and patted Shen Huan's head.

"Why..." He couldn't control his sadness, his voice trembled into a ball, "Why are you so thin..."

Shen Huan closed his eyes, and covered his neck with the quilt, only his head was exposed, and the body under the quilt was extremely weak, with almost no ups and downs.

The small face was morbidly red, and the place where the edge of the face met the hair was stained with sweat, and the hair was damp and hung softly on the hair.

Slightly puffy around the eye sockets and several red rashes scattered around the corners of the eyes.

Just by looking at this terrible appearance, one can tell how difficult he must have been in tears these days.

With trembling hands, the butler pinned the hair behind his ears, and touched his face again.

"Finally found it," he cried with tears, "This is my fate..."

Shen Huan took a shallow breath, the corners of his eyes moved, tears gathered in the corners of his closed eyes, and slowly flowed into the hair on his sideburns.

Song Chunjing's lips loosened, and he let out a deep breath. He stepped forward and picked up the medicine bowl, "Drink the medicine first when you wake up."

The butler reached out to take it, picked up a spoon, filled it, and handed it to Shen Huan's mouth. He said in a nasal voice, "Drink the medicine first, come on, open your mouth."

Shen Huan moved his eyes, opened a narrow gap, looked at the butler from a ray of sky, took a few deep breaths and forced a smile, "They said, my father is dead, I don't believe it, Uncle He... it's true ?"

The butler opened his mouth and gasped for breath, couldn't control his emotions for a while, and completely collapsed, "Oh my god——"

He put the bowl on the table, turned around and hugged Chen Huan tightly through the quilt, and embraced the skinny man with little flesh in his arms, "It really... killed this old slave..."

Shen Huan opened his mouth and let out a sigh, "I..."

He took a few deep breaths, the grief in his heart was uncontrollable, he grinned and cried out: "Ah... ah——"

General Lin turned his back and wiped his eyes, unable to bear to look any further.

Beijing.

Zhao Yicai went to the Eastern Palace three times a day, morning, afternoon and evening. For some reason, he was always unable to catch the emperor's people before, but these days he was very quiet.

Although he was puzzled, the joy in his heart surpassed his doubts, and he tirelessly ran all day long to broadcast about his enthronement.

Li Chen was annoyed by hearing the thrush screaming all day long, so he thought it was someone else who would replace the chirping.

"...It's time to move the hall in the near future. It takes a lot of time to complete the decoration and decoration of the Chunjiao Hall. If it is delayed, I'm afraid it won't be finished before the enthronement ceremony."

"Then start moving." Li Chen said without raising his head.

Zhao Yicai took notes, looked at his memo on the paper, and clicked on one of the questions, "Also, half a month after the draft is set for the enthronement ceremony, and half a month after the selection, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival, so the palace is full of excitement."

"En," Li Chen replied, then paused while reading the book, and raised his head, "What?"

Zhao Yicai thought he was interested, and quickly replied with a smile: "After the enthronement ceremony, local officials have returned one after another, and it's almost half a month away, so I can spare time to manage the draft. Mid-Autumn Festival is a good day. It's lively, and if there are a few big shows, everyone in the palace will relax and relax, and it will serve multiple purposes."

"No." Li Chen frowned and asked, "What's the rush for the draft?"

Zhao Yicai: "Earlier, you said that the empress dowager would make the decision. The old minister discussed with the empress dowager for many days before finalizing it."

Li Chen: "..."

He didn't remember that there was such a thing at all, and after thinking for a long time, he pulled out a casual sentence or two from the depths of his memory, as if he had said it.

Zhao Yicai stretched his head, waiting for his answer, Li Chen said: "Let's talk about it later."

"Others can be let go, this one absolutely can't, the harem is so withered that there are only two people, the queen and the noble concubine, it's really inappropriate," Zhao Yicai looked at him, and said in embarrassment: "Besides, the empress dowager has already ordered it to go down, and the families of all families have already given orders. We have started to prepare women of the right age, and if we change it now, it will inevitably be suspected of 'changing the order at night'."

All in all, it has been put on the agenda and announced to the world that the girl is ready.

Zhao Yicai saw that his face did not seem to be softened just now, so he held his breath and stood up straight, "If the emperor doesn't like it..."

Li Chen thought he was going to say that if he didn't like it, then he wouldn't do it.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yicai thought for a while and persuaded: "The emperor will come and stand in a few years, and he has no heirs yet. The empress and noble concubine have not heard any good news. If there are outstanding ones this time, they might as well enrich the harem. Heirs are the most important thing."

Li Chen: "..."

I really can't blame others for the matter of sons and heirs, one can't give birth, and the other doesn't even have a chance to give birth.

Zhao Yicai looked at him in deep thought, afraid that he would insist on going his own way and refuse to draft, and continued to persuade: "At that time...if there is really no good one, the emperor will say that he doesn't like it, if he can't pick it, it's over."

That is, you can 'not be picked', but you can't just watch it and say you don't want to be drafted.

Li Chen was silent and nodded his head.

Seeing him let go, Zhao Yicai hurriedly took notes happily.

Yan Zhen appeared outside the door and bowed far away towards him.

Li Chen regained his energy immediately, called him in, and asked, "But you're back?"

"...Not yet," Yan Zhen paused, "Shangshu Chi from the Ministry of Punishment begged to see the emperor."

Li Chen returned to the listless look before, and the light in his eyes also dimmed, "What are you doing?"

"It's about King Li." Yan Zhen replied.

Li Chen sighed, leaned on the back of the wide chair, and raised his hand casually.

Yan Zhen went down to announce people, Zhao Yicai took the initiative and said: "The emperor has political affairs to deal with, the old minister will come back at night."

Maybe Song Chunjing will come back in the evening, Li Chen thought, his expression changed, "Come back tomorrow, tomorrow afternoon."

Zhao Yicai didn't know what he was busy with when he specially spared time, but he was able to meet people when he wanted to see them recently, and he behaved too well, so he replied with a smile: "Yes."

Chi Shangshu hasn't been to the East Palace for a long time.

One is that nothing major happened, and there was no need to discuss any important matters with Li Chen privately as she followed the routine every day, and the other was that her daughter Chi Mingjiao calmed down for some unknown reason.

Chi Shangshu bent down and walked into the door, bowed to him politely, and just opened his mouth, Li Chen took the lead and said, "Excuse me."

Chi Shangshu felt that he valued it deeply, and said respectfully with a lot of emotion in his heart: "My humble minister, thank you, Your Majesty."

"Let's talk," Li Chen threw the book in his hand on the table, and there was a "snap", "What's wrong with King Li again?"

Chi Shangshu: "The emperor originally thought that for the sake of the prince, he gave King Li to commit suicide. White silk, dagger, and poisoned wine are all three things, but King Li died if he refused. It must be... the emperor's decree."

"The Supreme Emperor?" Li Chen asked.

"It's so ridiculous! I've never heard that the execution of a prisoner is done according to the emperor's will," Chi Shangshu took a step forward angrily, and clasped his hands together, "Such arrogance and domineering, lawless..."

"What do you want to say?" Li Chen interrupted him and asked directly.

Chi Shangshu stomped his feet, choked on his chest, took a few deep breaths to calm down, "I'm really angry!"

"Just kill it." Li Chen said.

Chi Shangshu paused: "King Li will die if he refuses..."

Li Chen picked up the dropped book and continued to read, "There are many things he doesn't want to do."

"That……"

"What's the problem?" Li Chen turned over a page without moving, and the paper made a soft "crash" in the quiet noon air, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded, "Wipe your neck with poison, and strangle someone with a rope. Isn't the Criminal Department the best?"