This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

"When you arrive in the south, Mr. Song will accompany you every day. After a long time, don't you see your sincerity?" Yan Zhen comforted.

The prince thought about the future, and finally relaxed a little.

But he was still uneasy, "You go to the imperial hospital, if you see Song Chunjing, talk to him."

"What?" Yan Zhen asked.

"Anything can be done," the prince said, "You can talk, just pick what he likes and say it."

This is simply blind sniping.

Yan Zhen counted the days, "Master Song is not on duty today."

"Then go to his house," said the prince.

"You may not be able to meet people if you go there." Yan Zhen replied again.

After a few words, Wu Da deeply felt that Dong Gong's face would fall to the ground and could not be picked up, and Song Chunjing was simply thrown to the ground and stomped on.

He said solemnly: "I will go."

The prince and Yan Zhen looked at him together.

Uda puffed out her chest, "I will definitely bring him back."

Even though he promised so much, the prince did not believe in his ability.

"Wait," he said, "I'll write something and you take it to him."

At noon, I had dinner.

Yan Zhen went to Tai Hospital, and Wu Da went to Song Mansion.

The hospital is relatively close, and Yan Zhen arrived first.

The staff in the courtyard were depressed, and they looked around the door, but found no judgment.

The court judge was frowning in the room at the moment.

Expatriates are expatriates, those who are sick are sick, and those who are cowardly are cowardly.

Seeing that he was about to ask Concubine Shu for pulse again, the court judge looked at the scattered room, except for the new imperial physician Xu Zhuo, there was no one who could be useful.

Thinking, sighed.

Someone hurried in from outside the door and saw his distressed appearance.

"Hey, this is..." Yan Zhen came in, looked him up, and then looked around, "What's wrong?"

"Brother," the judge called eagerly, "You came in quietly, and I want to go out to greet you."

Yan Zhen waved his hand.

"Why?" the court judge asked anxiously.

Yan Zhen smiled genuinely, "Isn't the crown prince going south? It will take a long time this time. According to the usual practice, the imperial hospital will get an imperial physician to accompany you. You can pick and choose to find a 'favorable' one..."

He emphasizes this 'delightful'.

The court sentenced one head and two big ones, and almost couldn't laugh.

Seeing his forced smile, Yan Zhen stuffed a bag into his sleeve.

The package is made of high-quality satin, which is slippery and does not stick to hands.

There are lumps and bumps inside.

He sank his hands again.

Needless to say, it is all the best solid silver.

Yan Zhen finished his errands here, but Wu Da didn't even enter the door of Song Mansion.

With a letter from the prince, he was familiar with the road and knocked on the heavy and strong door of the Song Mansion.

The boy guarding the gate turned pale with fright when he saw that he was wearing a big knife.

Wu Da put the knife behind his back, stepped forward and asked, "Please see the Song imperial physician."

With this appearance, it seemed that he was about to pull out a long knife from behind at any time, and take someone's life when he was not prepared.

The boy trembled and said, "Is there a greeting card?"

Uda shook his head.

The servant boldly refused: "Please hand over the card first, my master has read it, and if he is free, he will invite the distinguished guests in."

Uda did not expect to die in the first level.

He wrinkled his bushy eyebrows and took out the letter, "Is this okay?"

The boy stepped on his feet and looked at it, then shook his head.

"I am the captain of the guard of the Eastern Palace, and also the chief cavalry officer. I am the prince's personal bodyguard." After introducing himself grandly, Wu Da raised his eyebrows, "Brother, can I help you?"

The boy was not intimidated by the name.

Instead he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was used to it, and shook his head extremely calmly, "No."

Uda wanted to draw his sword.

He fought back desperately.

"Then I would like to trouble you to hand this over to Imperial Physician Song," Wu Da begged in a low voice, "This is written by the crown prince himself. I really can't delay it. Please... please run."

The boy hesitated for a moment.

Finally, nodded.

Wu Da stuffed the letter into the crack of the door, and the boy took it, held the letter, and ran into the courtyard in a hurry.

Wu Da waited until he disappeared, and returned to the East Palace in despair.

In the Song family courtyard.

Song Chunjing just drank the medicine and fell asleep on the table.

Shen Huan quietly covered him with a thick blanket.

When the boy walked in, Shen Huan quickly put a finger in front of his mouth, and let out a soft "shh".

The servant put the letter on the table, bent over to Shen Huan, and mouthed: "Outside the door, the chief guard of the Eastern Palace sent it."

Shen Huan nodded.

Tell the boy to go away.

The letter was a thin sheet, tightly stuck to the table.

There is a little bulge in the middle, which should be the curvature of the letter paper inside which was folded several times before being put in, and the cover was propped up.

A few words were written on the envelope: From Chun Jing'er.

It's a letter from the prince.

Shen Huan immediately concluded.

Song Chunjing didn't know anyone very well, and he didn't accept the tricks of others.

Only the crown prince dared to cut out his surname and only called him by his first name.

The voice of "son" is also added, which makes it very intimate.

Shen Huan didn't know how to feel for a while, and picked up the letter by some strange coincidence.

It's fine paper.

The slippery touch of his fingertips told him.

This paper is a tribute from outside. The General's Mansion only got a dozen of them in the whole last year, and it is useless to keep them in the warehouse.

The prince casually used it to make an envelope.

Shen Huan sweated slightly while pinching the letter with his fingertips, his heart turned upside down.

At this moment, Song Chunjing moved slightly.

Shen Huan was so frightened that he hurriedly put the hand holding the letter behind his back.

Song Chunjing slowly opened half of his eyelids, and asked vaguely, "What's wrong?"

Shen Huan shook his head and stuffed the letter into his sleeve.

Song Chunjing seemed to be tired from sleeping in one position, and turned his head to the other side.

I closed my eyes again.

Shen Huan said softly: "Master, go to bed and sleep?"

Song Chunjing didn't move, his breathing was long and soundless, and he was already asleep.

The night got deeper.

Shen Huan pushed back the quilt in the dark, walked to the window and opened the curtain a crack.

With the moonlight coming in, he took out the letter.

The envelope carries body temperature.

Wet in places on the surface.

Chen Huan gritted his teeth and tore off the seal.

"Exhibition of Letters and Knowledge:

......"

After reading the first four words, Chen Huan had an intuition that he shouldn't read on, but his heart and mind were full of chaos.

For some reason, the content of this letter has a fatal attraction to him.

After a long time, finally the boy's curiosity gained the upper hand in the game.

He continued to watch.

The prince set a good time.

Set off in three days.

Until that day, all the people are ready to go.

Except for the accompanying imperial physician in the imperial hospital.

The prince teased Thrush for a while during Zhan's affairs, and the sun was high, and he went to the study to read the files.

He wanted to bridge the gap virtually.

Therefore, he dared not show his face, for fear of bumping into Song Chunjing who was rushing over.

Sent a letter and received no reply.

The prince felt uneasy, thinking that this was a cold war.

It is impossible to expect Song Chunjing to step down.

I can only find a place where there is no one else and make peace with him slowly.

Uda came several times and asked when to leave.

The prince said to wait.

Unexpectedly, from morning to noon, there was not a single figure.

"Wuda," the prince finally couldn't sit still, "Go to the imperial hospital and call Song Chunjing."

Wu Da hesitated for a moment, the prince looked over, and boldly suggested: "Tell Butler Yan to go with Beizhi."

Yan Zhen stood aside and looked at him quietly from the corner of his eyes.

"Why do you want to form a clique when you find someone?" The prince was not angry, and asked back.

Under the pressure, Wu Da bit the bullet and said: "The Grand Hospital has clashed with our East Palace, I..."

For a moment, the prince stared at him like a mountain top.

After Wu Da said half a sentence, Khan was about to come out.

Yan Zhen winked at him, pushed him, and pulled him out of the study door.

"Why did Wuda's guards collide with the prince?" the big butler asked with a frown.

Wu Da scratched his head, "No, it's that Song imperial doctor, who can't be beaten or scolded, and I can't provoke him."

"Didn't I teach you?" Yan Zhen asked.

Speaking of this, Wu Da has a basket of grievances to appeal, "That Song Chunjing, he really..."

Wu Da racked his brains to describe it, but he was afraid that the prince would hear it, so he let out a heavy breath sullenly, "Anyway, you go with me, I really can't figure it out."

Yan Zhen pulled him, and said quietly: "It has been arranged, and it was hinted a few days ago, and the court judge knows who to appoint."

"What if that stupid court judge didn't understand the hint?" Wu Da asked.

"My good guard," Yan Zhen said: "The court judge will not be so stupid no matter what, don't procrastinate, it's time for lunch."

No matter what, Uda refused to go alone, "It doesn't matter, you come with me, let's go for a walk."

Yan Zhen looked inside.

The prince was still sitting on the chair, motionless like a statue.

"Then I'll go, you stay here and listen to the prince's orders." He said.

"No, no, no," Wu Da quickly waved his hands, "The crown prince asked me to go, so how dare I not go, that's no longer a shirk, and I still need my head."

The housekeeper is really helpless.

Looking around, he had no choice but to say: "Then go quickly, go quickly, go back quickly."

The two hurried to Tai Hospital.

The court judge looked even worse.

It's like being drained of blood.

Yan sincerely said that it was bad, and asked with concern on his face: "You are..."

"Ahem," the court judge coughed and sighed again, "Oh, don't mention it, I'm going bald."

Yan Zhen really didn't have time to listen to him.

After finishing the polite sentence, he asked directly: "Is the imperial doctor scheduled to go out with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

The court judge nodded, and pulled a young imperial doctor with a white face and red lips, "This is..."

Don't care who this is, it's obviously not Song Chunjing.

The housekeeper frowned, restrained his uneasiness, stepped forward and pulled the court judge aside, and asked in a low voice, "Why not Mr. Song?"

The court judge wiped off his sweat, "Master Song has asked for sick leave. According to the regulations, he cannot be assigned to visit the doctor."

"Does Master Song know that he is going to travel with the prince?"

The court judge looked at him with complicated eyes, with sympathy and helplessness, "I know, the Song imperial physician said that the crown prince ordered to follow the rules and regulations, and the lower officials really can't do it..."

This……

The housekeeper turned to look at Uda.

Wu Dahu put on a face, as if to say again: Look, I'm not wrong, Tai Hospital is really incompatible with Donggong.

The butler thought for a while, then asked in a low voice, "How many days has Mr. Song taken sick leave?"

"Five days," the judge calculated, "Bring today, it's the third day."

"I'll go back first, and I need to inform the prince." Yan Zhen said.

The butler grabbed his hand and said with a straight face: "Then this..."

He looked at the young imperial physician meaningfully.

Yan Zhen and him looked at each other, and they both frowned at the same height.

"Why don't you tell me earlier, so that I can be prepared." Yan Zhen said urgently.

The court judged even more urgently, "Here, the prince is busy with important affairs, why is he so concerned about the affairs of the Imperial Hospital..."

"You..." the housekeeper sighed, "Forget it."

He turned and walked away.

"Please tell the steward Zhou Xuan a few words for me!" the court judge anxiously shouted.

But all he could see was the hurried and anxious back of the housekeeper.

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