This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

The prince hurried all the way back to the carriage.

Song Chunjing was dozing off with his car window propped up.

His head rested on the wooden railing, his chin rested on his arms, his eyes were slightly closed, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep.

The prince opened the door curtain, and a gust of wind ran in, which made his hair shake.

Two wisps fell to the side of his face.

Song Chunjing frowned.

"Hibernation is over, causing spring sleepiness," the crown prince teased him, "Master Song is a master of Xinglin, and he won't cure himself of this 'wake up'."

Song Chunjing opened his eyes and looked around sleepily.

This ignorant look is like a wild cat that has not stretched out its sharp claws.

Dangerous, yet adorable.

The prince couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his head.

Taking advantage of the trend, he plucked all the hair from his side face behind his ears.

Song Chunjing only felt the hairs all over his body explode, and the blood in his whole body rushed to the top of his head.

Instantly woke up.

"Your Highness, pay attention to your identity." He leaned back and hid, sticking to the carriage.

The prince withdrew his hand and sat opposite him, "There is no one else here."

"Then please be careful, Your Highness," Song Chunjing reminded.

The car moved away slightly and drove out.

The prince sat firmly in the car, and chuckled lightly upon hearing this.

Song Chunjing glanced out through the gap in the car curtain, and found that it was not the way to the East Palace.

"Where is this going?"

The prince said, "Guess."

Song Chunjing: "..."

Physician Song didn't guess that he lacked the word "interest" in his life.

Hearing this, he gave the prince a cool look, and the prince smiled and said, "Go to the Ministry of Punishment."

Although Song Chunjing was puzzled, he didn't ask much.

"Forgot? You almost lost your life," the prince joked, "You lost a scar the size of a bowl on your head, and you didn't cut it on your own neck. You don't feel pain at all, do you?"

Song Chunjing: "..."

The words reminded him of his debt.

Song Chunjing simply turned his head and watched the bustling scene on the street in silence.

He didn't seem to really care much about the identity of the assassin in the hunting ground.

Don't worry about who offended.

The prince seemed more concerned.

At this time, Sen Leng's criminal prison is about to usher in two respected figures.

He Houcong, Minister of Dali Temple, and Qian Cheng, the servant of the Ministry of Punishment, studied the corpse of the guard in the hunting ground for several days, covering their mouths and noses.

Finally the murderer was identified, and someone was sent to invite King Li, his father and the prince.

The two stood upright, waiting in the front hall.

The defendant, Prince Li and his son, arrived first.

Qian Cheng led the two into the morgue.

Standing at the door, King Li frowned, and took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose.

Li Yuankun also frowned, touched his body, there was no handkerchief.

So he pointed to the piece in King Li's hand.

Li Wang gave him a disgusted look.

He took it out again, took out a new piece, and threw it to him.

Li Yuankun folded and covered his mouth and nose.

The identity of the father and son seems to be wrong.

"Who is the murderer?" Li Yuankun couldn't stand the smell of sour nose and hot eyes, so he asked directly.

"Young master, don't be in a hurry." Qian Cheng was inconvenient to cover a small handkerchief because he had to explain.

Just say a few words, hold your breath, "I still have a few doubts to ask, first, the murderer's neck was severed, the bone incision was smooth and round, it doesn't look like he committed suicide, it looks like it was caused by external force. Second... "

He took a deep breath and almost let it out, "Second, the way the assassin holds the knife is indeed from the guards trained by the palace, but the items on his body have been found in the harem..."

"Three, if it is said that the prince is assassinated, how does the assassin know that the prince will go to the hunting ground that day? It doesn't make sense!" Qian Cheng gritted his teeth desperately, and insisted: "The evidence is really not enough, but are there any other witnesses? "

Li Yuankun's brows have already turned into hills and valleys, "...Song Imperial Physician?"

Qian Cheng said "Oh", "Can you let this Song imperial doctor come over and ask some questions."

Li Yuankun nodded, "It should."

King Li stretched out his hand, signaling to wait a moment.

Qian Cheng bent over and listened respectfully.

King Li's voice was muffled in the veil, mumbled indistinctly.

"Let me make a guess or two, and see if I can give the servant some ideas." After saying only one sentence, King Li took a deep breath, "Someone in the palace bribed the guards in my mansion with gifts, and wanted to kill the prince. "

"Furthermore, it's just a murderer. If you die, you'll die. Since the crown prince said he committed suicide, it doesn't matter if he committed suicide." Wang Li said.

It's also too random.

Li Yuankun was about to interrupt.

King Li waved his hand, indicating that he needn't say anything.

Qian Cheng thought about it for a while and thought it made sense, but there were always a few clues that were not smooth.

He pulled out his doubts and asked very puzzled: "It's plausible for others to assassinate, why did the people in the harem want to kill the prince?"

King Li clapped his hands suddenly.

The handkerchief left his mouth and nose in an instant.

He ignored it completely, and said excitedly: "I guess who it is! Isn't Concubine Shu pregnant? It must be her, who is planning to do something wrong, trying to fight for the crown prince!"

This can all be connected.

It may seem groundless at first glance, but it makes sense.

Qian Cheng clapped his hands in admiration, "My lord is really, ah..."

"It's like the mastermind behind it. It's really... sees the fire," he flattered sincerely, "the sees the fire."

Li Yuankun: "..."

Li Yuankun felt that the servant seemed to think that his official position was too stable.

His father is also a bit old-fashioned.

The Minister of Dali Temple, who was guarding outside, appeared at the door, "My lord, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived."

The prince was late.

Song Chunjing with a dark face followed beside him.

A few people left the morgue and went against the prince.

Prince Li and his son saluted together with the two officials in charge of the case. The crown prince supported King Li's hand, "Uncle Huang, don't be polite to me."

The pleasantries were over before they started.

The prince asked straight to the point: "Has the result been found out?"

Li Wang nodded.

Qian Cheng took a look at King Li and repeated what he said just now.

The prince didn't say yes or no after listening, and asked King Li, "What does the emperor think?"

This matter was put together by Li Wang, who heard the words and sighed, "Simply, it's perfect!"

Li Yuankun followed behind Queen Li, with his eyebrows lowered and his lips pursed.

The prince glanced at him, "What do you think, Brother Kun?"

Li Yuankun covered his mouth, turned his head, and coughed twice.

King Li lowered his head, and glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

Li Yuankun said impatiently and righteously: "This matter is definitely not me. If Your Highness doesn't believe me, I really have nothing to say. Just beat or kill Xi Tingzun."

King Li suddenly turned his head to look at him, and then quickly glanced at the prince.

The prince nodded, and King Li rushed to slap Li Yuankun before he could speak, "Bastard, why are you talking to your brother!"

After teaching his son, he cupped his hands and apologized, "Prince, please forgive me, Yuan Kun spoiled me. I am young, so I can't help but speak recklessly. Those who go straight are all because of my poor teaching."

Li Yuankun turned his face away, as if unwilling to say more.

Song Chunjing finally raised his eyes that had been drooping for 800 years, and gave him an appreciative glance.

The prince smiled lightly, "I envy his temperament."

Si Qing took a step forward, held his hands together, and said respectfully: "Although it makes sense, there is one evidence for everything, so it's not good to slander people with empty words."

"The murderer is dead, should he come back to life and answer by himself?" King Li asked.

"Besides, how can this be called a filthy person? The fact points to Concubine Shu, and we have nothing to do." King Li said helplessly.

"It's hard to say what the facts are. The prince is too arbitrary. The witness, Imperial Physician Song, is here at this moment." Si Qing suggested, "Why don't we ask Imperial Physician Song together."

Witnesses hadn't planned to come.

After finally coming here, I will be interrogated like a prisoner again.

His complexion was even worse.

The prince nodded casually when he heard the words.

After he glanced casually to the side, he immediately paused and said, "No need, since the investigation is clear, the minister and Dali Temple Minister will work together to draw up a lawsuit, and I will go to the palace tomorrow and hand it over to my father."

"Yes."

The waiter immediately responded.

Li Wang nodded.

The prince seemed to be in a good mood.

From time to time, the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned.

Song Chunjing clapped his hands towards the audience from behind, "Since there is no matter of dismissing the official, then I will take my leave first."

Except for the prince, everyone else politely returned a salute.

King Li said: "I heard that the imperial physician of Song Dynasty has excellent medical skills, someday he will treat me with heart palpitations when he is free."

"Don't dare," Song Chunjing replied, "First of all, you have to guard against mental illness, don't think too much, don't get angry, and only then can it be cured."

This answer is too blunt.

The prince almost couldn't hold back, cleared his throat, and held back the smile on his lips.

Song Chunjing glanced at him, said "retire" again, and walked out on his own.

The prince stood up.

The servant came forward and waited for orders.

"That's it." The prince said.

The crown prince turned around, just took a step, the minister who couldn't help but shouted: "Your Highness!"

The prince looked at him impatiently.

Si Qing frowned, and said with some embarrassment: "I really can't figure it out, can Concubine Shu have such courage?"

"The heart is as big as it is," the prince said casually: "The stage is as big as it is."

He seemed to be in a hurry, so he waved his hand after speaking, indicating that there is no need to say more.

hurried away.

The prince went and came back, and the time was only a stick of incense.

After sending the prince away, Prince Li and his son resigned.

"Thanks to the two who found out the truth, cut through the mess quickly, and returned my son's innocence." King Li said.

"Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it." The servant hurriedly cupped his hands.

Si Qing stood aside and did not speak.

King Li walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Although Mr. He tried to be justified, he was too rigid."

Si Qing also cupped his hands, although he didn't agree in his heart, he could only say: "Thank you, my lord, for your reminder, I will keep it in mind."

King Li nodded, smiled and lifted his chin to Li Yuankun.

Li Yuankun followed him out of the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice.

When we turned a corner, there was no one around.

Li Yuankun didn't understand the text, "It doesn't make sense, father, how did the murderer know that the prince would return that day, and went to the hunting ground as soon as he came back? Didn't the prince continue to pursue such an obvious loophole?"

Li Wang stared at him and smiled.

Li Yuankun: "?"

"Simple," Li Wang's eyes lit up, and he looked at the dead wood branches, seeming to be refreshed.

He smiled and said, "Because the murderer didn't go to kill the prince at all, he went to kill Song Taiyi. Coincidentally, the prince doesn't want others to know this."