This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Song Chunjing returned to Tai Hospital.

After standing in the yard for a while, he randomly checked the medicinal materials that Chen Huan had sorted, and found that there were no mistakes or omissions.

Shen Huan raised a smiling face and looked at him expectantly.

Song Chunjing said: "From this afternoon, I will teach you how to cook herbs."

Shen Huan let out a "wow" and jumped happily.

He Sixing, who was standing aside, looked at him enviously.

After Song Chunjing explained the equipment and medical books to be prepared, he turned to leave.

He Sixing unconsciously took two steps forward.

Shen Huan took his hand, "When I learn it, I will teach you."

He said happily: "You teach me to recognize medicinal materials, and I will teach you to decoct them. Let's make progress together!"

He Sixing looked at Song Chunjing's back.

Shen Huan shook his hand, "I'll teach you, it's the same."

He Sixing nodded sullenly.

Song Chunjing walked into the inner room.

He went and returned.

The court judge was frightened and stood up suddenly, as if he had seen a ghost.

Song Chunjing walked to the seat by himself and lay down on the table.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement, and the court judge knew that he was not here to find fault.

Get closer and look at him.

"Why are you back?" He asked cautiously.

Song Chunjing: "My lord, I was wrong. I shouldn't have argued with you just now."

The judge couldn't hold back.

laughed.

He strained his face, but didn't hold on for a while.

"Hi," he waved his hand, "Young and energetic, I understand, I will remember it in the future."

Song Chunjing said weakly: "Thank you for your understanding."

The weather is fine today.

neither cold nor hot.

The weather was sunny in the morning, but it was windy at noon.

In the afternoon, the old tree swayed its branches in a disorderly manner.

It whistled like a demon wind.

Song Chunjing's seat was facing the window, and the mahogany lacquered ebony ribs framed by the window rattled and swayed non-stop in the strong wind.

Noisy people can't be in a daze.

Just thinking about the alternation of winter and spring, it is easy to get wind and cold.

So he picked up his pen, ready to think of a new formula, ready to go.

After a while, the wind outside the window changed from whining to whistling.

Looks like it's going to blow the window sash away.

Through the window, Shen Huan and He Sixing hugged and shivered.

See you, poor boy.

"Shen Huan," Song Chunjing said through the window without opening the window, "come in."

Shen Huan barely heard it clearly.

"Hey!"

He Sixing looked at his figure and hugged himself tightly with his arms.

A window away, Song Chunjing said again: "You come too."

He Sixing looked in, but couldn't see anything, so he scratched his head.

"Stop scratching," the very nice voice inside said again, "Come in."

He Sixing hurriedly followed Shen Huan in.

As soon as he entered, Song Chunjing ordered: "Tell the others to go inside to escape the wind."

As he spoke, he glanced at the gloomy sky, "I'm afraid it will rain heavily."

"Physician Song said it!" He Sixing yelled outside: "Everyone go into the house to avoid the rain!"

Several other young apprentices who were hiding in the corridor rushed into the house together.

It was much warmer inside.

The few people were silent, and the room was still the same as when they didn't come in, quiet.

It can be seen that these children have been well educated.

She also racked her brains to perform well in order to pass the screening and enter the Tai Hospital smoothly.

Song Chunjing put down his pen, put the pure white paper aside, and took out a few books from the bookcase at the back.

Ask Shen Huan to distribute it.

"You don't need to be busy today," he said, "you can find a place by yourself, sit down and read a book."

"Oh, just don't touch anything on the table," he added.

He sat down and motioned for everyone to go ahead.

Then he stared outside in a daze, following the swaying branches of spring buds from the corner of his eye.

There were two books left, Shen Huan kept one for himself and handed one to He Sixing.

He Sixing moved a chair and sat opposite.

Shen Huan moved the small chair and sat beside Song Chunjing.

Song Chunjing said casually: "Concentrate on memorizing, and check before leaving get off work."

Shen Huan stuck out his tongue quietly.

There were still crackling noises outside, disturbing Song Chunjing's heart.

The teenagers, with a little noise, started to recite their books without distraction.

The prince does not often enter the palace.

If he enters the palace, he often goes to Hancui Palace to talk to the empress.

The number of times to enter and exit the Qinzheng Hall of the emperor is very small.

One is to avoid suspicion.

It is really not a good thing for the prince to frequently go in and out of the place where the emperor handles political affairs.

What's more, the father and son grew up with a kind father and a filial son, and they lost a lot of intimacy, and there was nothing homely to say.

This time the crown prince went to the south to inspect and came back, the emperor didn't bother to ask, and secondly, he didn't praise, it seemed that he completely forgot about it.

Chaozhong Dayuan guessed that this might be a kind of decentralization of power.

No matter what it was, the emperor didn't have to ask, but the prince had to keep silent.

The prince took the Southern Flood Supervision Record and handed it to the emperor together with the ins and outs of the "hunting assassination incident" drawn up by the minister of punishment.

After finishing the flood treatment, the emperor nodded and praised: "The prince has worked hard."

However, he read the statement of the minister of punishment for a long time.

The prince stood in the middle of the Qinzheng Hall and waited.

The emperor finally put down the paper.

After thinking for a long time, he asked: "The ins and outs of this matter, has the crown prince instructed the servant how to describe it?"

The prince's eyes were dull, and he looked at him quietly, neither surprised nor angry.

"Not only did I not instruct you, but I have never read a single word of the above content." He replied flatly.

"Why don't you watch it?" the emperor asked: "As a victim, the prince is not worried about who the murderer is behind the scenes, so why do you want to assassinate him?"

"I'm also worried," the prince raised his arms towards the superior, and bowed respectfully, "It's just that my servant is worthy of the world, so I'm not afraid."

He stood there alone, open and aboveboard, full of momentum.

Thousands of troops seem to be following behind.

Except that he was not very close in private, the emperor was very satisfied with this son.

His strategy, courage, and mind are all superior to others.

It's just that my health is not very good.

The imperial physician was invited every three days.

Looking around, I don't know what kind of disease it is.

The emperor glanced at his sturdy body.

It feels like a leopard waiting for an opportunity, strong, powerful, and ready to kill at any time.

It doesn't look like he's in poor health.

Then...

It may be a hidden disease.

The emperor guessed so.

Otherwise, the crown princess has some weakness, and the crown princess has been quiet for five years, and she has not been able to add a grandson.

This conjecture was further confirmed.

"Back then you insisted on going your own way. You insisted on marrying the orphan girl brought back from the Southern Tour and making you a concubine. I made peace with your mother and queen several times, but I couldn't persuade you to do so, so I had to do what you wanted." Recalling the past, the emperor couldn't help sighing. He took a deep breath, "But this princess has not done anything for several years, it really makes me feel..."

The emperor thought for a while, then turned a corner and asked, "Is the relationship between the prince and concubine okay?"

The crown prince nodded, and did not mention the above, but only replied: "The side concubine is diligent and sensible, and she runs the house in an orderly manner."

Didn't answer to the point.

The emperor asked again: "Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment only has this pearl, and she is carefully promoted. If she is not sensible, the prince can teach her patiently, and soon... add a grandson to me."

Much more straightforward this time.

The prince paused.

This pause seems to confirm the emperor's guess.

Sure enough, the prince said: "There is no rush."

The emperor didn't know how to feel, and sighed faintly.

The prince smiled and said: "I heard that the empress concubine is happy, and my son congratulates the father."

The emperor smiled.

"You heard that too?"

He has very few heirs, one is standing in front of him, and the other cannot see each other.

The fact that Concubine Shu was pregnant made him happy for a long time, but now when he suddenly heard about it, his mood immediately became very good.

"It would be great if I could add a younger brother to my son," said the prince.

"All good, all good." The emperor almost laughed out loud.

"By the way," the emperor stopped laughing and said seriously, "It's raining continuously in the south, and I'm afraid other places will collapse."

The prince nodded.

The emperor thought for a while: "The crown prince might as well go there again. According to this method, the other places will be consolidated, so as to reassure the people."

The prince immediately responded, "My son has exactly this intention."

The emperor nodded in satisfaction.

Standing up, walking forward, grabbing his hand, "Come on, come with me to see Concubine Shu."

The prince obediently supported him.

The two left the Palace of Qinzheng together.

It's raining outside.

The great eunuch stepped forward to take over the work of the prince, and supported the emperor steadily.

The guard of honor is on standby at any time, and with the umbrellas covering the sky, not even a drop of rain falls on them.

The prince looked up at the sky.

Wu Da came forward from one side, and said in a low voice: "Shang Shu of the Ministry of Punishment is going to visit his daughter at the mansion today. It seems that the time is coming. If His Highness is busy, can you tell him to come back another day?"

The voice was not too loud, just enough for the emperor to hear a little.

The prince hesitated.

"Father," he confessed, "I just remembered that there are some things at home, so I can't accompany you to Concubine Shu."

The emperor said "Huh?"

"Yes... Shangshu is going to the mansion, maybe it's been a long time since I saw my daughter, and I miss her."

Where did the emperor leave him, "Go, the road is wet and slippery, walk carefully."

"Thank you, father, for your concern." The prince said.

Wu Da took the umbrella handed over by the eunuch.

Open it and prop it on top of the prince's head.

The emperor watched him go away.

The eunuch said: "Why did the prince go to the west on this trip? The west is where the imperial hospital is located."

The emperor remembered something bad again.

"Go to the imperial doctor." He said casually.

The prince walked a little farther, and further forward was the gate of Tai Hospital.

Uda asked in surprise, "Your Highness isn't going back?"

"What are you going back for?" the prince asked.

"..." Is the prince's memory so bad?

Wu Da said again, "Shang Shu of the Ministry of Punishment is going to visit his concubine at the mansion today, didn't you just say to go back?"

"Huh?" The prince stopped and looked at him sideways.

"Didn't you make this up temporarily?" the prince asked.

Wu Da: "It's true, Shang Shu handed over the card, and now I'm really going to the East Palace."

Prince: "..."

The prince overestimated the IQ of this straightforward guard.

Uda was also a little embarrassed.

Hesitantly asked: "Then shall we go back?"

He added in a low voice: "You go back first, I'll go find Doctor Song for you?"

The voice of the doctor Song was knocking on his heart.

The prince looked up at the Tai Hospital in the rain ahead.

He turned his head and looked at Uda again.

Uda stared suspiciously.

After a while, the heavy rain, which had been hesitating for several days, finally turned from a patter to a torrential downpour.

Wu Da reminded: "Your Highness."

The prince came back to his senses.

"Let's go." He looked ahead with a calm expression on his face.

It's not like a prince to pass too much hospital but not to enter.

Wu Da did not dare to say anything, and followed him to the outside of the palace.