This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

On the day Song Chunjing was imprisoned, Shen Huan waited for a whole day without any news, and returned to the General's Mansion at night.

I begged my father to go to Dali Temple.

Although he didn't see Song Chunjing, he did his best.

It gets colder in the middle of the night.

As dawn approached, snowflakes began to flutter and blow again.

Reflecting the snow light, the sky seemed to be much earlier.

At night, Shen Huan tossed and turned the pancakes.

He was used to living in the Song Mansion, and when he suddenly returned to his original residence, he actually chose a bed.

The cock crows three times, and the time has come.

Shen Huan let out a long "ah".

Someone outside said: "Master, do you want to get up? Someone is already waiting in the front hall."

Shen Huan ran out of bed, opened the door in a daze, stuck out his head, "Are you looking for me?"

"Yes."

"Who is it?" Shen Huan asked suspiciously.

The servant said: "Looking at the face, he said that he studied with you in the imperial hospital."

Shen Huan thought for a while, "Is your surname He?"

"Yes, the invitation card is He Houcong, Minister of Dali Temple."

Is it Sixing?

It turns out that his father is Dali Siqing!

Shen Huan jumped on the spot and couldn't help grinning.

He dressed hastily and hurried to the front hall.

He Sixing wore a scarf covering most of his face and stood at the door looking around.

Seeing him coming, she stretched out her hand and pulled down the scarf, revealing her clean face.

Shen Huan grabbed its arms, "Why are you here?"

"So your father is Dali Siqing!" He couldn't hide his joy, "I saw you yesterday, you don't know, my master..."

"I know," He Sixing interrupted his excitement, "I'm here to talk to you about this."

His expression was dignified, like an adult, full of thoughts.

Chen Huan stopped laughing slowly, his pupils flickered uncomfortably, "What's wrong?"

"Before, my father went to Doctor Song and asked him to accept me as his apprentice." He spoke slowly, as if he was trying to say something.

"Physician Song said that he has limited energy and can only accept one apprentice. He already has you, so he won't accept me again."

Hearing this, a heavy weight fell in Shen Huan's heart.

"Then what?" he asked.

"My father can save Doctor Song, but there is one condition." He Sixing took off the windshield scarf and wrapped it around his chin, his round eyes were round and wet, and looked very harmless, "you should take someone else as your teacher, Shen joyous."

Shen Huan looked at him in disbelief.

The eyes are also round and round, swimming with water vapor.

He Sixing avoided that gaze.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Shen Huan remained silent.

He Sixing reminded: "You have to make a quick decision. It is said that the interrogation will be held today. Once the trial starts at the Ministry of Criminal Justice, you will not be able to get out without missing arms or legs."

Shen Huan pursed his lips hard.

"Your father promised my father last night." He said.

"He is upright. He just took over the prince's errand, and before he finished it, he accepted the entrustment of the general's mansion. The general's mansion and the East Palace have always been at odds. If the prince finds out, he will definitely not let him off easily." He Sixing's eyes Without blinking, she looked at him quietly and analyzed clearly: "Suddenly he didn't turn around when the incident happened last night. He has already figured it out this morning. He dare not accept this request, so he asked me to come to the door to apologize."

As he spoke, he lifted his cloak, revealing the rectangular brocade box he was holding in one hand, "Here is wild ginseng, my father doesn't take it seriously, there is nothing good about it, I hope the general will not dislike it, and don't blame him."

Shen Huan was stunned on the spot.

He Sixing put the thing on the tea table and bowed to him, "I can make him change his mind, as long as you agree to my conditions."

Shen Huan only felt a very headache.

Someone is playing the erhu in his head.

He shook his head and asked, "What if my master doesn't want to accept you?"

He Sixing didn't take a step back, pursed his lips, his eyelids drooped, and his eyelashes parted at the touch of a touch, "If I don't have one, then everyone don't."

Shen Huan raised his head sharply and looked at him in shock.

He Sixing met his gaze, stretched out his hand, and covered most of his face again.

He surrounded his face, feeling a lot more secure.

He looked at Shen Huan fiercely.

Shen Huan's eyes were extremely complicated, and anger was the top priority when he looked closely.

Both of them were silent.

He Sixing waited slowly.

It could be seen that the person in front of him was struggling and seemed very hesitant.

"How can you guarantee that your father will listen to you?" he asked.

"Of course," He Sixing smiled, "I know him best."

Shen Huan was silent again.

There was no one in the hall, and the needle fell to the ground.

People shivered from the cold outside, but inside they seemed to be roasted by the stove, tossing and turning, and the anxious people kept sweating.

Shen Huan became more and more restless.

He whispered: "Sixing, aren't we friends?"

Sixing shook his head, "No, I am your trash can, you have never regarded me as a friend."

Shen Huan raised his eyes to look at him, with a slight twinkle in his eyes.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

He raised his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and wiped his eyes along the way.

As expected, He Sixing did what he said, and after burning a stick of incense, he got up and said goodbye.

Shen Huan stood up abruptly and grabbed his sleeve.

This shows that he has lost the game.

"Is there no other way?" he asked.

He Sixing shook his head.

Someone knocked on the door, "Young master, the general called you to have breakfast, will you go to the front hall with Master He?"

Shen Huan was immersed in the mud, unable to struggle, unable to answer.

At this time, He Sixing said: "Or, you pretend that I didn't say that before."

Shen Huan looked at him hopefully.

"Don't worry about the death of Imperial Physician Song, if you don't save him, maybe someone else will." He Sixing said.

Shen Huan knew who this 'other' was referring to.

He gritted his teeth and dug his nimble fingertips into his palm.

Confirmed again: "Can you really convince your father to save my master?"

He Sixing looked at his expression, with a slight upward arc hanging from his mouth, and nodded his head.

Shen Huan shook He Sixing's hand slightly, as if he had exhausted all his strength, "...Okay, I, I...I promise you."

He slid down like losing his strength, and spoke with great reluctance, difficulty, and pain.

After speaking, tears poured out like small crabs, criss-crossing and crawling all over his face.

The generals are first class and second class are not seen.

Come and find someone in the guest room by yourself.

Shen Huan sat on a chair, leaning against the table, in a daze.

The eyes are red, like a bunny.

The general sat next to him and patted his head, "Crying?"

Shen Huan came back to his senses, gave him a wronged look, and lowered his head.

"Don't worry," the general said with an "ah", "this master is more important than my father, but my son is very worried."

Shen Huan sniffed.

The general took his hand and tugged towards him.

Shen Huan stood up and leaned into his arms.

The general hugged him and patted him on the shoulder, "There is no such thing as smooth sailing. Physician Song is not a person who can't stand things. We can't tell the truth yet, so don't worry too much."

Shen Huan covered his head with his chest, and said sullenly: "Father, I don't want to study medicine anymore."

General: "..."

"What's the matter?" the general asked, "It came out in a few days, is it worth losing your temper?"

"I didn't lose my temper." Shen Huan said.

The general pulled him, but didn't pull him up, "This is really a common thing, don't be afraid..."

"I'm not afraid." Shen Huan interrupted him.

The general was silent, as if analyzing the reason.

Shen Huan hugged his waist, and clasped his back with his hands behind his back.

"Don't mess around," said the general.

Shen Huan sniffed, then cleared his hoarse throat, "I'm not suitable for studying medicine. I haven't learned anything since I started my apprenticeship. I don't want to learn anymore..."

"How can you give up halfway, huh?"

The general thought about it, and persuaded: "Who says you can't learn it? Dad drank the boiled medicine. It's so delicious."

As soon as it was mentioned, Shen Huan wanted to cry again.

He suppressed his tears and shouted: "I just don't want to learn! I don't want to learn anymore!"

Immediately after speaking, he bit his lip, for fear that he would cry out.

"Okay, okay," the general agreed first with his entourage, "I won't talk about it in the future, wash your face, and go to eat first, go to eat."

Shen Huan hugged his waist, how could he not let go, and burst into tears.

"Ouch, my son," the general hugged him helplessly, "what's going on..."

He Sixing returned home.

Go straight to the study.

He Houcong didn't read the book, didn't eat breakfast, and was worrying.

When he saw him coming back, he asked, "Is it done?"

Sixing put the rectangular box on the table and tapped it with his chin.

"Did the general not accept it? Are you mad at me for turning back on what you said?" He Houcong changed his face and said, "I said that I should come to the door to apologize in person. You have to say something to avoid the East Palace..."

Sixing sat on the chair, crossed his legs, and said "no".

"I've thought about it, Dad," he said casually, "You still have to go to the Ministry of Criminal Justice to rescue Doctor Song. Hurry up before dawn, or you will be punished if it's too late."

He Houcong looked at his son in surprise.

"Didn't you tell me not to get involved in this matter, for fear of offending the prince?" He frowned and asked back.

"Now even the General's Mansion has been offended." He said again.

Sixing squeezed a candied fruit that was placed on the table, threw it into his mouth, chewed it, and bit the core between his teeth, "I have to go, but not in the name of the General's Mansion, but in the name of the Eastern Palace."

He Houcong looked at whether he was sitting or not, talking while eating, and scolded him, "Okay!"

Sixing sat upright, and still played while biting the nub.

He spoke a little unclearly, and said: "East Palace and the General's Mansion are not dealing with each other. Everyone knows it. If you want to fight both ends, then no one will be able to pick it up. Everything is first come first, you should do things for the prince first. I can no longer accept the general's wishes."

After finishing speaking, he let out a "hiss", and realized later, thinking that what he said in the morning seemed to violate the principle of 'first come, first served', so he added, "Unless the East Palace loses you."

He Houcong thought that he had a toothache, so he walked over and put his hand on his chin, "Spit it out."

Sixing had no choice but to spit out the tasteless nuclei into his palm.

He Houcong took it, and as soon as he turned around, Sixing squeezed another plum and ate it.

"The truth is this," He Houcong returned to his seat, "What if the general is angry?"

Si Xing said: "The purpose of the general is to save the doctor Song, you just save him, he won't bother to ask who you are working for."

He Houcong looked at his son silently.

Sixing still ate the pulp, tossing and biting the core to play.

He Houcong asked suddenly: "I can't figure out the case that the crown prince entrusted to me. Do you have any ideas?"

Sixing thought about it silently, and scratched his smooth forehead.

"Simple," he said casually, "First, since the assassin killed the Imperial Physician Song, he must be the imperial physician's enemy; King Li, or someone from the harem."

Something in his mouth seemed to hinder his speech, and he spat out the core himself.

"Let's not talk about whether King Li has any enmity with the Song imperial physician. There are only a few people in the harem who have contacts with the Song imperial physician."

He thought about Song Chunjing's shift schedule, and said, "Queen, Concubine Shu, noble lady Qing."

He Houcong nodded and looked at him with a good eye.

Sixing propped his chin and thought for a while, "The concubine Shu who had a feud with the imperial physician of the Song Dynasty is dead, and only the queen and Mrs. Qing are left. The queen is the crown prince's mother, so for the sake of the prince's face, she will not bully him. Mrs. Qing has always done little things. He is not favored, and there is no reason to kill him."

He Houcong looked at him appreciatively.

Sixing raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "The murderer is among those two, King Li, or the dead Concubine Shu."

He Houcong sat up straight and listened with his ears open.

Sixing sat crookedly in the chair, put one leg on the armrest, and took a few breaths of silence.

He Houcong behind the table did not interrupt his thinking.

"The case is still being investigated, and all traces and inferences point to Concubine Shu. At this time, the biggest suspect is dead. There is no proof..."

After a few breaths, Sixing said slowly: "If it is an ordinary person, the case will be closed. But if we want to continue the investigation, the identity of the murderer will fall on King Li."

He frowned, as if he couldn't make sense, "What kind of enmity does King Li have with the Song imperial physician, to put people to death..."

After finishing speaking, he pressed his hand near his forehead in great distress.

He Houcong planned for him, "Sixing, it's done!"

Sixing didn't hear anyone calling him, so he was immersed in it and became even more confused.

He Houcong came over quickly, and put his broad palm on his forehead, "Don't think about it, it's done."

Sixing shuddered, staring at his father with wide eyes.

"I see," he murmured, "Because of the prince!"

He Houcong looked at him worriedly.

But Sixing seemed to be in a magic wand, pulled down his hand, and said in a hurry: "Prince Song belongs to the prince! If you kill doctor Song, the prince will lose a useful arm!"

When He Houcong went out, there was already half an inch thick ice balls.

Before the street could be swept away, he became the first pedestrian on the snow.

Sixing helped him walk carefully, and finally saw the shadow of the Ministry of Justice, so he stood firm and wiped the thin sweat from his forehead.

"Does it look good?" He looked at the gate of the Ministry of Justice exposed in the snow and mist, and narrowed his eyes engraved with fine lines.

Sixing thought there was something wrong with his ears.

"Father, what did you say?"

He Houcong came back to his senses and took a look at him, "Such a beautiful scenery, it's rare to see it in so many years, isn't it beautiful?"

Sixing pinched his numb fingertips.

He Houcong laughed, "You, play the piano to a cow."

He smiled and looked younger.

For so many years, the swords and swords in the court have worn away his tenderness, and he always has a stern face.

This melting winter smile is even more rare to see than the snow scene in spring.

Sixing hurriedly followed.

The guards on both sides of the gate of the Ministry of Punishment were even uglier than the two guards at Dali Temple last night.

Pale with black and blue inside.

Like being sucked dry.

The guard opened his mouth, "Master He is here to look for the servant? Unfortunately, I've been very busy these days, I'm afraid I won't be able to spare time..."

Dong's voice was almost out of tune, and he stumbled between three words and two sentences.

He Houcong cleared his throat in discomfort.

He waved his hand to indicate that there is no need to say more, and stood aside and waited.

Seeing this, the guard went in to report.

The other one remained motionless and stared straight ahead.

Qian Cheng came out in a hurry and showed his head, "Hurry up, come in."

He Houcong bowed his head and asked him to support his elbow with one hand, "There are no outsiders, why are we two so polite?"

Apart from the fact that the two of them disliked each other in official business, they had a very good relationship in private.

He Houcong was not very polite, and immediately asked: "I heard that there is no concubine in the palace, and the imperial physicians involved are still locked up?"

Qian Cheng paused, and said "Oh" with a sad face, "Are you here for this too?"

He Houcong looked at him suspiciously.

"Who is it for?" Qian Cheng asked, "It can't be... Imperial Physician Song, right?"

He Houcong nodded in surprise, "How do you know?!"

"Ouch," Qian Cheng couldn't help sighing, "Don't mention it."

"First, the Empress gave me a message and told me to take a good look at it," he patted his disheveled clothes, and continued: "Yesterday, Dr. Zuo Yushi asked someone to come and said that you should take it with you. No, the thick quilt is delicious. Food, all sent in."

He Houcong let out a long "oh".

Qian Cheng signaled him to calm down, and continued: "Last night, Shang Shu also sent a message, telling us to 'interrogate with gentleness', my mother, what can gentlemen interrogate these days?"

He Houcong didn't agree with what he said, and couldn't refute, so he tilted his head and coughed.

Qian Cheng said, "Guess who came just now?"

He Houcong listened attentively and motioned to please speak.

"King Li!"

Qian Cheng clapped his hands, and his excitement was beyond words, "My mother, what is the origin of this Song Chunjing? There are so many big Buddhas behind him!"

He Houcong looked at him, and after exchanging looks, Qian Cheng quietly asked, "Who did you come for?"

"For the crown prince, Your Highness asked me to do something. It involves the doctor Song. I'll take a look at him." He looked around for a week, and the place was clean and hidden, so he blocked his mouth and said:

"The General's Mansion is also thinking about him, that young master personally calls him 'Master'."

Qian Cheng covered his mouth.

After digesting for a while, he choked out a sentence: "Your son, Sixing, do you also want to worship him as a teacher?"

He Houcong lowered his head, glanced at his son standing in the corner, and said embarrassedly: "The last time I went back to the Song Mansion, he said that he already had an apprentice, so he pushed him away, but my son didn't give up, and wanted to wait."

Qian Cheng nodded, "You should wait, if you become his apprentice, it will really be..."

He Houcong agreed deeply, and nodded.

The lobby of the Ministry of Justice is spotless.

Sitting in the hall, King Li put aside the imperial decree to supervise the investigation of this case.

He said to the servant: "Bring someone up."

"Yes."

The waiter agreed and directed the people to lead them.

A group of prisoners from Tai Hospital came out one by one.

Kneeling in a row.

King Li cleared his throat and said with a smile: "You are all acquaintances, but the law will not show mercy. This king will be polite first and then soldiers. I would like to ask, do any of you want to say something different from the day before yesterday?"

The chief judge of the imperial hospital was silent.

"Okay," King Li nodded, "I always knew that if I could enter the Ministry of Criminal Justice, I wouldn't see any blood or spit out bones."

"Just from..." King Li looked at those people, slid his fingertips one by one, and stopped on Liu Zixian, "You, let's start."

The court judge was startled, and hurriedly kowtowed, "I'm wronged, human life is a fate, the concubine Shu's anger and blood rushed to her heart and caused massive bleeding, and the Tai Hospital tried its best to treat it, God wants to trick people..."

"Slap your mouth." King Li interrupted him, and said to the executive guard standing beside him with his hands down.

The guard stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and "slapped" twice.

There was blood at the corner of the judge's mouth.

Liu Zixian shouted: "Father!"

King Li turned his head to look at Liu Zixian again, pointed at him, and said in the same way: "Slap your mouth."

The guards proceeded as usual.

The sound of "Pa Pa Pa" sounded, and it was so powerful that it shocked the ears.

For a moment, everyone present trembled.

"Don't open your mouth unless you are told to." King Li sat upright, with a disgusted face and scolded: "This king condescends to sit in this dirty place, not to listen to your nonsense."

No one dared to say a word.

King Li nodded in satisfaction, "Okay, now it's up to you to talk, let's talk."

He said to Liu Zixian.

Liu Zixian opened his mouth, blood mixed with saliva trickled down, staining his clothes red.

His eyes slanted slightly to the side, the criminal department was dim, and several people were kneeling on the ground again, vaguely casting glances at Song Chunjing for help.

King Li followed his line of sight and looked at him calmly.

Song Chunjing knelt on the ground respectfully, bowed his head very low, and didn't even look at Liu Zixian.

Liu Zixian coughed twice, looked away, blood was hanging in the air from his chin, looking downcast and funny, "Since Concubine Shu is pregnant, I can't let me take care of it. I really don't know what happened in between."

King Li didn't comment, he raised his chin at Xu Zhuo, "Say it."

Xu Zhuo raised his head and found that he was talking to himself. He stumbled and said, "They, they deliberately framed me and asked me to be a newcomer. Go, see Gu Shupin's unsteady pregnancy. What's the intention?"

King Li nodded and pointed to the court judge.

The court judge was weak, reluctantly knelt down, and said:

"Don't dare to have bad intentions. I just assign people. Xu Zhuo can speak well and will please Concubine Shu. He is the most suitable, so I sent him."

King Li silently looked at the last person.

He touched his prickly beard stubble.

"What about you?" He asked seriously, "What do you want to say?"

Song Chunjing still lowered his head, listening to the sound as if he knew what was going on, and said in a low voice: "From the beginning to the end, the lower official has never interfered with the pulse of the concubine Shu. I don't know whether she is healthy or not, and I don't know what is going on with the dragon fetus."

King Li said "Oh?", "According to what you said, you were wronged?"

Song Chunjing still lowered his head, and his voice was muffled within a square inch, appearing to be deeper than usual, "Wang Li is wise, he can make his own decision whether to be wronged or not."

He was really, respectfully, without loss of words.

Don't offend people, and don't hold people up all the time.

It is very tricky.

However, King Li was very interested in him, "I am not as smart as Song Taiyi thought. Whether I am guilty or not depends on your performance."

He said, beckoning to the people behind him, "Get the zither."

Surprised.

Hearing this peaceful and heartfelt Prince calmly say:

"If you don't cry when you don't see the coffin, then... let's start with Doctor Song."

The author has something to say: You are urging me to update, it is really scary, I could have coded [-] words!

Okay, stop now, don’t brag anymore, or you guys are urging me to code [-] characters, I might be bald... No, even if I take my head off, I may not be able to complete QAQ