This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Yan Zhen was really in no mood to be courteous to him.

He also didn't care about Zhouquan Donggong Tongtai Hospital's face.

Urging Wu Da, the two hurried out of the Tai Hospital.

All the way in fear, for fear that the crown prince would decapitate him in a fit of rage.

Donggong was waiting at the finish line without moving. Yan Zhen got off the horse and looked up at the magnificent plaque with mixed feelings in his heart.

He thought all the time: I finally understand a thing or two about the feelings of Imperial Physician Song, and I feel empathy.

The weather was too clear, and the spring sun was still shining on people, Wu Da urged: "Hurry up?"

Yan Zhen sighed.

Seeing this, Wu Da touched the tip of his nose, unable to empathize with his sorrow.

Puzzled, he raised one eyebrow and looked at him, "You didn't do that, did you? It's not the first time that the Imperial Physician Song didn't come. The prince has already gotten used to it, so don't scare yourself."

Yan Zhen opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

After tidying up his solemn expression, he nodded heavily.

Uda pushed it all the way to the door of the study.

The thick and solid door made of golden nanmu can block all sounds, and emits a faint fragrance under the sun.

There was no sound in the study, separated by a door, I don't know what the prince is doing.

Wu Da stepped forward without any hesitation, "Duk, Du" knocked on the door twice.

That voice made Yan Zhen's forehead twitch.

"Come in." The man inside said without emotion.

Yan Zhen has been following the prince for many years, and he has been peeling off cocoons, and he can hear the expectation from this voice with sharp ears.

He was wearing a single shirt, and the cool breeze didn't stop the sweat dripping from his forehead.

Yan Zhen couldn't help reaching out and wiping it.

After a stick of incense, the prince did nothing.

Just sit in a chair and wait.

It was so quiet in the study that only his own heartbeat could be heard.

The door was knocked.

He put away the redundant expressions and tidied up his clothes, everything was in order.

Taking a deep breath, he looked straight ahead.

"Come in," he heard himself say.

In fact, the prince was already very anxious, and even his palms were sweating.

My mind kept turning:

he came.

What will he say?

Is he still angry?

……

The conversation in the rain that day circulated in my mind without a break.

Every sentence is clear and there are no mistakes or omissions.

The prince tried his best to suppress his throbbing heartbeat.

The door made of high-quality golden nanmu was gently pushed open without making a sound.

The sun shines all over the door, carrying a little fragrance of golden nanmu rushing in.

Yan Zhen walked in with Wu Da.

The prince looked at the two of them.

There was nothing behind the two of them, let the sun shine golden, and there was no one else.

Yan Zhen knelt on the ground and glanced at Wu Da.

Wu Da hesitated for a moment, but couldn't resist the weird atmosphere, and also knelt down.

The prince looked at the two of them, and slowly clenched his hands on the table into fists.

Yan Zhen shouted in a low voice: "Your Highness..."

The second word was out of the mouth, and before the next words were finished, the prince who was sitting upright behind the desk interrupted him and asked, "Why, the two of you, can't you hold on to Song Chunjing?"

The voice was low and heavy, this time even Uda could hear that he was on the verge of rage.

Yan Zhen lowered himself a little lower, supported the ground with both arms, and firmly pressed his forehead to the ground.

A moment of silence is like the executioner waiting for the three quarters before the execution.

Sen Ran's killing intent is fully endowed with the blade.

Just knowing that his neck will be cut in the next moment can drive people crazy.

Yan Zhen's hand on the ground trembled slightly.

Wu Da raised his eyes slightly, was taken aback by the prince's expression, and subconsciously blurted out: "Dian..."

"Boom-"

With a wave of his hand, the prince picked up the pen holder on the table and threw it out.

The pen holder carved from gold and jade flew out with all the belongings in his body, and it was full of precious things with a clear pen barrel without a trace of smile lines.

Passing through the air, "Bang Dang Dang!" They all fell to the ground.

All of a sudden, broken pens and stumps were scattered everywhere.

Yan Zhenfu was low, so he was only hit on the back and the back of the head.

Wu Da knelt straight, with a pimple on his forehead.

When he opened his eyes in the gap, the prince's fingers had already tapped firmly on the table, and the next time he would throw them over would probably be inkstones and jade ornaments!

This is a fatal thing, Wu Dafu was extremely spiritual, and hurriedly said: "Master Song is sick!"

The prince stared at the top of his head and forehead.

It was rare for him to be clever, and Yan Zhen came to his senses, and shouted: "I have been ill for three days! Prince, go and have a look!"

The room was silent.

The coercion subsided slowly, and most of it subsided after a while.

Yan Zhen finally breathed a sigh of relief, raised his sweat-drenched face, and glanced at the prince.

A few strands of hair were stained with sweat and stuck to his face, looking like a water ghost.

Wu Da didn't seem to have reacted yet, and stared at the prince with his blue and red face upturned.

The prince in front rubbed his fingertips, half of the anger was vented, and the rest was still in his heart.

The stern face became more and more gloomy.

"Did you hear it, or did you see it with your own eyes?" he asked.

Yan Zhen hesitated and said: "...I listened to the judgment of the court."

Wu Da thought for a while: "The last time I went to the Song Mansion, although I didn't see anyone, I could smell the bitterness of the medicine from the door, so I must be really sick."

The sun dappled the ground.

It is the ruined shadow cast by the pens in the room.

The prince leaned on the back of the chair and took a deep breath, "He's pretending to be sick. Firstly, he can hide from Concubine Shu, secondly..."

He paused, squinted his eyes and looked at the scattered places, "You can hide from me."

Yan Zhen didn't dare add to the anger, and persuaded in a low voice: "What if it's really sick..."

"If he is really sick, with his weak and delicate appearance, he will definitely not drag the sick body to General Huwei to decoct medicine and send it to him." The prince said.

"You forgot," Yan Zhen reminded: "Master Song has accepted his apprentice, and he is not the only one in the Song family who knows how to make medicine."

The prince had a meal.

These words were well-founded and spoke to his heart.

Yan Zhen hit the iron while the iron was hot: "If it wasn't for the fact that he was really sick, when would Mr. Song not come when he said that he would not come?"

In the silence, the extinguished fire in the prince's heart was blown away by the wind and rekindled in an instant.

It burned for a long time.

Finally, he said: "Prepare the horse."

Yan Zhen almost couldn't get up.

He glanced at Uda gratefully.

Wu Da only felt that he was being irritated for nothing and was very aggrieved.

He didn't dare to blame the prince, so he dared to put this account on the judge's head without saying a word.

All the people outside the East Palace who were preparing to go south were ready to go.

Seeing the prince coming out, the chief guard immediately stepped forward to ask about the itinerary, but Yan Zhen pushed him away and pushed him into Wu Da's arms.

Uda caught him in his arms, covered his mouth, and let out a "shh".

The head guard nodded, Wu Da let go of him, and ordered: "Order people, 20 people... no, ten people, equipped with swords and daggers, go out with the prince."

The chief guard didn't ask much, and immediately counted the number of people to keep up with the prince.

The carriage was in place, and the prince stepped on it without stopping.

The ten guards dispersed one by one, surrounded the carriage, and pulled all the buckles of the scabbard so that they could be pulled out to kill in a second.

The Song Mansion is not biased, the residence is not considered a sparsely populated place, and it is far away from the bustling streets.

The East Palace is not far from the Song Mansion.

When the prince travels, pedestrians avoid the guard of honor and cannot observe directly.

It was close to nap time at this time, and there were not many pedestrians on the street.

A group of luxurious people galloped in the middle of the empty and scattered streets.

Yan Zhen drove the horse himself, and he drove the horse fast, and arrived in less than a quarter of an hour.

The prince's guard of honor, which was supposed to appear in the suburbs of Beijing, appeared neatly in front of the Song Mansion.

The two horses pulled the large carriage steadily, and they were strictly trained to stand still and not even move their tails.

One of the guards who fell into the team stepped forward to knock on the door.

The door is still the closed door.

The boy is still the timid boy.

Before the prince got out of the carriage, the guard had already waited for an answer.

The young man looked at the straight guard standing outside the door through the crack of the door, and asked, "Is there a greeting card?"

"Do you want to make an announcement?" Yan Zhen asked in a low voice, closely following the prince's steps.

The prince waved his hand casually.

After a few strides, he stood in front of the door aggressively.

The guard consciously stepped aside.

The prince glanced at Wu Da.

Wu Da stepped forward, "Stab—" and drew out the long knife with a sound. The sound of fine steel and black iron sharpening each other made people's teeth ache.

The tip of the knife didn't let the sun shine on it, and it still looked extremely cold and frightening.

The next moment, the white knife pierced through the crack of the door and slashed down hard——

"Squeak, squeak!" There was a broken sound, the door bolt was cut off in the middle, the door lost its support, and opened a crack.

With a sullen face, the prince raised his foot and kicked, the door made a semicircle in the air, and with a "boom", it hit the porter where the boy was resting.

The boy's face was pale, and he took a few steps back trembling.

Staggering under his feet, he sat on the ground as if collapsed, with big beads of sweat rolling down.

The prince took Wu Da's knife and squatted down on the ground, "Do you know me?"

He doesn't come here often, and occasionally once or twice, he will shout and hug, and everyone will bow down.

The boy had never seen it so closely.

The big knife seemed to be a monster that drank blood and ate flesh, and it was smiling evilly at him.

The boy didn't dare to move, and shook his head violently, shaking like chaff.

"Okay," the prince looked at him, raised his eyebrows slightly, "forgive you for your innocence."

"Go, tell your master that the prince is here." He stood up and patted the servant's leg with the tip of his knife.

In fact, it was split with one touch, and it didn't cut his fleshy skin at all.

It's just that the visitor was very imposing, with a gloomy expression on his face, and the boy suddenly felt a sharp pain in his leg.

Scratching the ground and dragging two steps back, struggling to get up, he limped and crawled in.

The prince returned the knife to Wu Da, "Don't draw the knife casually if you have nothing to do."

He wiped his hands gracefully, and returned the handkerchief to his subordinates, "Especially here."