This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Song Chunjing suddenly raised his head.

Where the gaze focused, the prince stood aside, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, as if the abyss was filled in his eyes.

Smiling, looking at him quietly.

Uda held an umbrella for him behind him.

Except for the wetness of the corners of the clothes, the body was clean and there was not a trace of rain.

The prince was silent.

Both of them stood there without moving.

Song Chunjing was the first to look away.

Then he lowered his head and said to Shen Huan: "Go back to the hospital first, and I'll call someone in to pick you up later."

Shen Huan quietly looked at the people in front, jumped out of the corner of the car, and nodded worriedly.

Only then did Song Chunjing remember.

He bowed politely, "His Royal Highness."

The prince opened his mouth, "I..."

He rarely hesitated.

Reaching back, he took the umbrella from Uda.

Wu Da took a few steps back and stood under the eaves of the Song Mansion against the rain.

The umbrella was propped on top of Song Chunjing's head.

The space under the umbrella is closed and crowded, not only the line of sight is glued and difficult to sort out, but even the ups and downs of breathing can be entangled together.

Song Chunjing lowered his head slightly.

The drooping eyelashes looked so tired and affectionate again.

Coupled with today's water steamer, it seems even more overwhelmed.

Each one is heavy and gently curved in a beautiful arc.

The prince's hands were itchy.

Song Chunjing stepped out of the square inch and stood outside the umbrella.

"Your Highness, please take care of yourself, the next officials will go in first."

When people come to the door, they are not invited in.

This man is really daring, he doesn't take the crown prince seriously.

The prince took a step forward, leaned slightly towards him, and firmly supported the umbrella on top of his head.

caged himself in together.

"I'm going on a long journey." The prince said to him.

"Your Highness, be careful all the way," Song Chunjing said.

"Don't you ask me where I'm going?"

"Your Highness will say what he wants to say, but the lower officials dare not inquire about the Prince's whereabouts at will."

He always has a way to deal with private affairs, and thinking of saying a few words of selfishness is more difficult than going to heaven.

The prince's lips moved slightly and let out a breath.

"Chun Jing'er," the prince called him, and asked slowly, "Can you... come with me to the south?"

The sound of splintering rain turned into the background sound, and the noise was chaotic, only his deep voice within an inch could be heard, saying so.

"Go to the south to inspect and strengthen the dam," the prince said frankly, "this time it will take a long time, will you go with me?"

Song Chunjing opened his mouth, before he could speak in the future, the crown prince added: "I still lack an accompanying imperial doctor, and according to the regulations, the imperial hospital has to find one."

"Since it is in accordance with the regulations, whoever is supposed to go will go," Song Chunjing said honestly, "Your subordinates must not bend the law for personal gain, nor dare to overstep, and make decisions for you nobles."

These words are no different from mocking the prince for selfishness.

The prince smiled helplessly.

"Okay," said the crown prince, "Leave it to your court judge to choose someone."

"One more thing," the prince said with a smile, "it was agreed to go to my place to draw pictures every day after get off work, why didn't you come yesterday?"

Song Chunjing almost forgot about this.

The prince waited for his answer.

Song Chunjing had no choice but to tell the truth: "The lower officials forgot."

"Then you have to compensate me with something." The prince said.

This has to be compensated, and that has to be compensated.

Song Chunjing has one head and two big ones.

The prince thought for a while, "Why don't you follow me to the south to inspect the flood."

"The lower official said, according to the court's order, the crown prince always leapfrogs the ranks, and it's a bit difficult to ask the lower official." Song Chunjing said respectfully and kindly.

As he spoke, he turned his head abruptly and sneezed.

The prince took off the cloak he was wearing and put it on him, adjusted the direction of the pattern on the shoulders to make it symmetrical and flat, and finally tied the belt with the broken jade and obsidian on it.

During the movement, Song Chunjing inadvertently brushed against his face, leaning back to hide.

The prince said inadvertently: "Physician Song always avoids me."

Song Chunjing lowered his head slightly again, his posture was as docile as before, "No lower officials."

"I just hid." The prince said.

"Just now the crown prince was promoted, but I really don't dare to be an official." Song Chunjing said.

"Why don't you dare to take it?" The prince said again, "Who dares to say anything?"

"Of course I dare not say anything wrong with His Highness."

This alludes to the fact that others dare not say anything wrong about you, so they have to find fault with me.

He has a calm and gentle expression, but he always hides the needle in his words.

The prince is also used to it, and after thinking about it, "Is the court's sentence still embarrassing you?"

he asks.

"It's never been difficult." Song Chunjing replied.

A question and an answer, the content is quite boring.

But the prince seemed to be addicted, it seemed that it was very interesting to tease him, and he chatted endlessly.

The two of them stood in front of the door with umbrellas, surrounded by guards.

They are all in the posture of killing people if they disagree with each other with their blades out of their sheaths.

Pedestrians dare not peek.

After a while, Song Chunjing's feet moved, and his thighs leaned against the beam on the side of the carriage indistinctly.

"Tired?" The prince tilted his head and glanced, "Get in the car."

Song Chunjing declined and said, "Your Highness, I should go in, and my father should drink the medicine."

The prince stretched his gaze, looked far away, and looked at the new green willow branches in the Song Mansion.

"I always feel that I have to tell you something this time." He slightly raised his head and said.

Song Chunjing signaled to please speak.

"Emperor Physician Song thinks that I am... who is Imperial Physician Song, what does he think of me?" The crown prince asked the words that had been lingering in his heart for a long time, after a pause.

"The status of the prince is precious, and the person..."

"Don't talk nonsense," the crown prince interrupted him, "I'm leaving, this trip is different from the past, and it will take a long time to come back, won't Imperial Physician Song give me a few good words?"

"Your Majesty, tell the truth," Song Chunjing lowered his eyelashes, and replied in a low voice, "I regard you as the future emperor. Your Highness has a high status, and the difference between me and me seems to be not equal."

The prince thought to himself, of course I know about this, and I will try my best to do it.

Ask yourself what you've done.

Everything goes according to your heart, according to your wishes, if you don't want to be wronged by others, what kind of equality is there?

"Say something else," said the prince.

Song Chunjing thought for a while, then slowly shook his head.

The prince hesitated a little.

He was hiding something in his heart and didn't know whether to say it or not.

I said I was afraid that Song Chunjing would turn his face, but if I didn't say it, I felt that the separation would be long and I was afraid it would be too late.

The sound of the rain is pattering, and it is also crisp when it falls on the umbrella, which is not like the dullness of summer rain.

He listened to the rain, hesitating in his heart, Song Chunjing's voice sounded along with the rain, and he said softly: "Your Highness is kind to me."

The prince waited quietly for the next sentence.

Song Chunjing completed the words, "I remember."

"If there is no grace," the prince asked slowly, "what would you do?"

Once these words were spoken, there was absolutely no room for maneuver.

The prince's palms were sweating a little, and he felt a little regretful.

He gritted his teeth secretly, and continued: "It's really not my nature to threaten favors and ask for repayment."

This time, he not only got close to people, but also explained what happened back then.

It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

The prince relaxed a little, and couldn't help applauding himself from the bottom of his heart.

Song Chunjing was not so supportive, "Oh?"

This is questioning and hesitation.

But the prince heard that he didn't believe it at all.

"Back then, I was determined to go my own way and did something wrong," the prince withdrew his gaze, lowered his head slightly, and stared closely at the person opposite, even though the person had already lowered his gaze, and could only see the distinct eyelashes.

He said cautiously: "Now I want to try my best to restore it, I hope Doctor Song will give me a chance, don't always be wary of me."

Song Chunjing retracted his hands into his sleeves and pinched his fingertips.

Leave a deep trace.

To Song Chunjing, the events of that year were like a nightmare in the middle of the night.

Over the years, as long as the prince mentioned a little bit, even if it was just to express his apology.

Immediately, his face became cold, and he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.

After coming down several times, the prince didn't dare to mention it.

He almost thought that he had completely forgotten about the work of the villain who "threatened to repay his kindness".

Unexpectedly, in this situation, he said it unexpectedly.

"Back then, one life was changed for another matter, can it be passed? Chun Jing'er."

The prince pushed the boat along the river and said, "Just pretend it's never happened, will it work?"

But this time, Song Chunjing was uncharacteristically gentle and obedient.

The corners of the eyes were raised slightly, and the arc drawn from the corner of the mouth seemed to be a smile. With this unemotional smile, he said, "If His Royal Highness can have this awareness back then, it can save a lot of trouble now."

The past seems to be his backlash.

As long as it is involved, what is gentle and good-looking, what is respectful and obedient.

Appearances go to hell.

All of a sudden, he revealed his true colors that were not easy to mess with.

However, although a sarcasm is not a good word, he is willing to talk about what happened back then.

This is also really rare.

The prince breathed a sigh of relief and was ready.

Song Chunjing sneered.

"Back then, you said, 'If you endure tonight, you will save Song Lan tomorrow, but if you hum a sentence or yell out pain, it will not count'. Your Highness, do you want to let this matter go?"

His face was expressionless, only his lips opened and closed, "The next morning, you wiped your hands, threw the handkerchief on me, and said, 'Life is clear, leave this door, and don't appear in the East Palace again' , do you think that this has never happened?"

Song Chunjing recalled that year, and there was nothing to say.

The last thing that occupied his mind was blood all over his body and bright red eyes.

Until he was carried out of the East Palace covered in bruises.

Then he had a high fever repeatedly, which lasted through the winter.

This is the source of his extreme fear of cold.

A little silence.

These questions left the prince speechless.

Song Chunjing bowed hurriedly to the prince with a cold face, "I still have something to do, so I take my leave."

Then he turned to leave.

The prince held him back, "Don't go."

He frowned slightly, filled with sorrow, and called out: "Chunjing'er..."

Song Chunjing shook that hand, but did not shake it off.

He sneered and said, "Isn't the prince determined to go his own way now?"

The prince paused, loosened his hands, and told him to struggle out.

Song Chunjing took off his cloak in the rain and returned it to the prince with both hands.

The prince didn't answer.

So Song Chunjing put the clothes into his bosom, "Your Highness's clothes got wet, and you turned around and washed them, and asked someone to send them to Your Highness."

The prince looked at him.

Song Chunjing's mood calmed down a little, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly in a half-smile.

The prince expected nothing good to say.

Sure enough, Song Chunjing said:

"Back then, when I was alone, I was able to exchange my father's life for a night of training. It was a loss to His Highness."

He continued: "Now Your Highness has saved my life, but in exchange for one of my paintings, His Highness is at a loss again."

"...It's not a loss," the prince replied softly and with difficulty, "I took advantage of it all."

He slowly said: "If you don't want to go to my place to paint, then don't go, I didn't want you to repay any kindness."

"Then I, thank Your Highness for your compassion."

Song Chunjing paused, cleared his somewhat hoarse voice, "It's just that I don't dare to owe Your Highness, I'm afraid that one day I will wake up with me, and I will become a worthless waste who sells himself to save his father. A life-saving grace."

The author has something to say: Doctor Song disguised himself as a woman to marry the prince or something, your brain hole 666... ​​the author who stayed up late and bald wants to pass the pen to you OvO