This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Back at Tai Hospital, Shen Huan still looked lonely.

He was whispering to He Sixing.

By the looks of it, it's a little more lively than before.

Song Chunjing walked over, and the two stopped talking, and stood up straight with their hands behind their backs.

He asked some questions about yesterday's day-to-day, and Shen Huan answered them one by one, without any mistakes or omissions.

His appearance was very low again.

Seeing this, Song Chunjing didn't ask any more questions.

It was time to get off work, so I packed my things and went home.

When I arrived at the Song Mansion, I went to the old man's place for a while, asked if I had nothing to do the past two days, said a few words about family matters, had dinner together, and then went back to my small courtyard.

After five hours, all four sounds are silent.

Shen Huan stood outside Song Chunjing's gate and went back and forth several times.

He was anxious and a little hesitant.

After dawdling for a while, Song Chunjing pushed open a window, leaned half of his body on the window sash, raised his eyebrows and asked him, "The flower seed pine soil that was just sprinkled a few days ago will soon make you bald."

Shen Huan shouted helplessly: "Master..."

Song Chunjing still leaned on the same spot, "What's the matter?"

Shen Huan glanced at him and found that he had already changed into pajamas.

"Are you going to bed?" he asked.

Song Chunjing stared at him.

His eyes seemed to say: If it’s all right, I’ll close the window.

Shen Huan mustered up his courage, "Are you going out tonight?"

After speaking, it seemed that he was afraid that his predecessors would be annoyed, but the boy still showed some fear in his eyes.

Song Chunjing paused for a few breaths, and simply asked, "What's the matter?"

Shen Huan remained silent.

Young people's grievances always come quickly and strangely.

It is elusive.

Song Chunjing didn't wait too long, and stretched out his hand to close the window.

Although he changed into pajamas, his hair was still tied and he didn't wash.

People are also more energetic than usual.

Shen Huan thought aggrievedly:

Maybe it's because the prince is back?He is waiting.

Will he go to the East Palace today?

Will the prince threaten him to kill himself?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't help squatting down and hugging himself.

The door opened gently.

Someone walked up to the boy like a breeze.

Shen Huan smelled a fresh smell like freshly drawn grass.

Song Chunjing bent down and picked him up.

Chen Huan seems to have long hands and long legs, but he is still a young man with not much bones.

It's easy to hold in my arms.

Shen Huan was startled, and fixed her eyes on Song Chunjing.

"Why are you crying?" he asked.

I didn't cry at all, but the moment I saw the person clearly, my nose couldn't help but feel sore.

Song Chunjing carried him into the house.

Looking at the house, there are only a few things except books, and there are no new gadgets that young people like.

The only small thing is a small bluish-white porcelain vase with a few plum branches stuck in it on the desk.

When he was young, it was time for him to be playful.

But there are no toys, and the only playmate is He Sixing from Taiyuan Hospital.

Song Chunjing often couldn't bear to be harsh, and he didn't want to be comforted every day.

I am afraid that he will be timid and cowardly because he is used to it, and he will not be able to take on things in the future.

Now that I think about it, I can't help but feel a little sad.

Putting the man on the bed, Song Chunjing squatted on the ground, "It happened so suddenly today, it's my fault that I didn't inform you in advance. It's just that you will see the prince again in the future, and if you have a chance, you will meet the emperor. I'm afraid of this on one side. what to do?"

Shen Huan bowed his head and remained silent.

"What are you afraid of him?" Song Chunjing asked.

Shen Huan didn't speak.

Song Chunjing waited for a while, then stood up, "If I ask you anything, just say it."

Chen Huan changed from looking down on him to looking up at him.

Slowly said: "I'm afraid he will kill me."

Song Chunjing continued to ask, "Why did he kill you?"

Shen Huan thought about it this time before saying, "Because of my identity."

Song Chunjing asked again: "If he is determined to kill you, what can you do?"

Shen Huan thought about all the people he could think of, and finally shook his head.

Song Chun nodded, and finally asked, "Then what are you afraid of?"

This idea is very solid.

It is comparable to the hooligan practice that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

But after all, Chen Huan was young, so he thought it was very reasonable.

Slowly and heavily nodded.

Song Chunjing smiled lightly, and took out a grass from his arms.

Packed in a small cloth bag, the roots are small, but intact, without breaks.

Shen Huan took a closer look, and it seemed to be an astragalus.

"Is it astragalus?"

He blurted out, "The root of Astragalus membranaceus is thick, it can strengthen the body, protect the liver, resist aging, and it can grow up to three feet high!"

"Not bad." Song Chunjing nodded and handed it to him, "It seems that reading is still useful."

Shen Huan lowered his head and smiled embarrassedly.

He took the grass and asked in a low voice, "Is it for me?"

"Tomorrow I will plant it in the small garden outside your door. When it grows up, you will feel calm when you smell it." Song Chunjing said.

Unexpectedly, he went out for two days and came back with a gift for himself.

The haze in Shen Huan's heart seemed to be half blown away by the strong wind.

I'm a little too weak, too sentimental, he thought.

He looked down and saw the grass in his hand.

I thought again: I have to be strong, for my father and master.

at the same time.

In the middle of the night, the General's Mansion lit up a light.

The housekeeper continued worryingly: "Although the prince didn't say a few words at all, I heard that the young master was quite frightened."

"Shall we bring people back?" he asked.

The general had just gotten out of bed, wearing only his underwear.

After listening, he frowned and thought for a long time.

He looks quite imposing in his clothes during the day.

Taking off the thick clothes like this is like a soft sword without its sheath. Although the edge is exposed, it looks thinner.

"The prince will not kill everyone," he finished slowly, and added, "At least not now."

The housekeeper was still very worried, "Then shall we go and see the young master?"

The general sighed and wiped his face with his hands, "Can you hide him and never see anyone again, or can you worry about him?"

The butler was silent.

The general looked out into the darkness and found that there was no moon tonight.

"Song Chunjing can protect him." The general was dazed and said in a daze.

After a long time, he finally opened his heart and vomited out the most secret things, "Back then, when Kan Molan rebelled on the frontier, all the party members who were suppressed in the court were killed and injured. Through this incident, the crown prince eradicated dissidents, and a group of people He was sent to the prison. Song Lan was suppressed by the prime minister, and he also went to the prison."

The bloody storm that year was brought up to this day, and I am still terrified.

The butler didn't dare to interrupt, and listened quietly.

"Song Chunjing begged the Prince's family and begged all night. I don't know what method he used..." The general seemed to have a headache and supported his head. "The group of people back then only survived his father..."

The butler opened his eyes wide in surprise.

The general glanced at him.

Although the butler is a bit blank sometimes, he really has a friendship that grew up together.

When he was fighting outside, he also relied on this old man to manage at home.

Therefore, he is very tolerant.

Even though he is old and a bit domineering.

I turned a blind eye to many things, and took them lightly, without further investigation.

The housekeeper lowered his head, and asked hesitantly: "The villain thought... Song Chunjing was favored by the empress, and the prince was doing the empress a favor, so he treated him differently."

The general narrowed his eyes, the smile lines on his lips deepened, and he shook his head.

He said: "It's the queen, give the prince face."

In the middle of the night, everything was silent.

Shen Huan listened attentively, but there was no sound from outside.

Song Chunjing should have fallen asleep.

He stood up lightly, without his shoes on.

Standing on tiptoe, holding the somewhat wilted astragalus tree in his hand, he tiptoed to the yard.

He thought in his heart that he might die by tomorrow, so he had to plant it early.

He picked a place where he could see it from the window.

Get ready to plant here.

Shen Huan squatted quietly on the ground, fearing to wake up Song Chunjing, rolled up his sleeves and directly dug up the soil with his hands.

Early in the morning of the second day, as soon as I opened the door, I saw that there were many things in the small flower garden in front of me.

It's the little Astragalus.

Shen Huan was squatting beside it, holding his chin in a daze.

Song Chunjing looked at him for a while, but Shen Huan followed the statue without moving.

Walking behind him, she reached out and tapped his leg.

"Ow—"

Shen Huan let out a howl, clutching his legs and struggling to lean against the pillar of the gazebo.

"Legs are numb..." Shen Huan shouted, "Master, save me!"

Song Chunjing stepped forward and grabbed his knee, and went down along the two wide distances.

The soreness seemed to be alive, he was dragged to his feet, and then disappeared.

"Squatting down for a while, it's time to saw the legs." Song Chunjing said.

Shen Huan moved a little embarrassedly, "It's okay, there is a master."

Song Chunjing opened his mouth, thinking that he was preoccupied.

What happened last night must have kept him up all night, so he swallowed what he was about to say.

Turning to ask about the little Astragalus seedling, "I got up so early, I've run out of water."

Shen Huan didn't dare to say that it was planted last night, for fear that Song Chunjing would say that he was not doing his job properly.

Hehe smiled, "I'm afraid it will wither if it's too late."

Song Chunjing nodded casually.

Stretched.

On duty today.

With things in mind, he woke up earlier.

The two had dinner together.

As soon as he went out, he met a large carriage.

The tall horse is very energetic, and its fur is smooth and smooth. It must eat good feed and wash frequently to develop this handsome appearance.

The corners of the carriage are rounded, and the curtain is azure brocade, which not only blocks the line of sight, but also breathes air.

The four corners of tassels and jade pendants flutter in the wind from time to time.

Shen Huan sighed, what a magnificent handwriting.

Song Chunjing bypassed the carriage and stepped onto the plain and unremarkable one in front.

Shen Huan looked back.

Song Chunjing looked at him with a smile, "That is the East Palace chariot and horse. If you are not afraid of being criticized, you can go sit and feel it."

"In addition to being bigger, it's also empty, and it's freezing cold." Song Chunjing said again.

Shen Huan shook his head hurriedly.

Song Chunjing ordered: "Go."

The carriage shook slightly.

Someone outside the car said in a low voice: "Master Song, the prince asked the villain to take you to the Imperial Hospital."

The voice is rough and thick.

It's Uda.

"It's agreed to go to the East Palace after get off work. I remember," Song Chunjing's expressionless voice came out, "I have a car and a horse, so I won't work. The prince sent someone to send me off."

Uda scratched his head.

He didn't think about what to say, Song Chunjing sneered and said again: "The guards of Wuda can also knock me out and send me to the imperial hospital, anyway, I'm just an imperial physician with little skill."

Uda: "..."

Wu Da said sincerely: "I'm a rough person, so I offend you, Imperial Physician Song don't care about me."

"Remember the crime first, and pay it back later." Song Chunjing sneered unabated, sitting upright like a pine.

The speed of the carriage was getting faster and faster, Wu Da changed from a fast walk to a hurried walk, and ran two steps and shouted: "Then I will wait for you to get off work at the gate of the palace..."

Song Chunjing sat upright in the carriage.

The belt is neat and the expression is calm.

A casual "huh".