This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Song Chunjing stood up with strength, and leaned against the pillar behind him with his hands down.

After a while, he said lightly: "It's not too late, a whip can't kill anyone easily."

The prince understood the meaning: it has nothing to do with sooner or later, even if you don't come, I can't die.

Although he is in a bad state, he still has the energy to play tricks.

The prince hung his heart all the way, and put it back in his chest slightly.

"Why are you, Prince?" Li Wang took a long time to find his tongue, and the sweat rolled down his forehead, "Didn't you already go south?"

"It's already going south, and halfway there, I remembered that there is still one thing that has not been dealt with." The prince stared at King Li, licking blood and flesh: "This matter is like a stick in my throat, and I feel uncomfortable."

"What's the matter?" King Li asked while supporting the table behind him.

"I've thought about the assassination in the hunting ground, but I can't let it go lightly," the prince wondered, "Otherwise, the road to the south is long and long. If the evil spirit is not dead and wants my life, wouldn't it be hard to guard against?"

Li Wang forced himself to be calm: "...No, isn't the murderer Concubine Shu?"

"Does the emperor really think it's Concubine Shu?"

The prince said meaningfully: "My nephew doesn't really believe it."

"The fact is so. If the prince doesn't believe it, he can appeal to the emperor!" King Li said, leaning on the corner of the table and sitting on the chair, panting heavily.

The crown prince smiled, and before he had time to argue with him, Yan Zhen coughed heavily on the sidelines.

Stretching his neck, he reminded the prince, "Hand...the hand of Imperial Physician Song..."

The prince glanced at him, his pupils flickered quickly, and turned to Song Chunjing.

Song Chunjing leaned against the pillar, seemed to be very uncomfortable, and broke out in cold sweat layer by layer as he spoke.

The numbness in the fingertips is unusually strong and cannot be ignored.

The pain was like a tarsal maggot that couldn't get rid of it.

The prince looked down and saw that his cuffs were wet.

As soon as he reached out, he picked up Song Chunjing's stiff arm that had been hanging down, motionless.

His hands were immediately stained with blood.

Look at that hand again:

The broken meat was blurred and rolled ferociously outwards, a white bone was exposed in the blood red, and out of five fingers, four of the beaten joints were exposed!

Hongbai instantly fascinated the prince's eyes.

Song Chunjing only felt that his eyes were dark and his eyes could not focus.

Immediately afterwards, there was a buzzing in the ears.

He felt that he had persisted for a long time, but in fact it was only a blink of an eye.

His feet went limp, and he fell like a dizzy spin——

The prince swung his hands and took the unconscious man into his arms.

He stared at the hand, his chest heaving violently.

The wounded hand was completely exposed, unable to self-coagulate without treatment, and still dripping and oozing blood.

Even half of the clothes have been dyed red!

The prince lowered his head, and the chaos in his mind was difficult to sort out in an instant.

Countless thoughts flashed through him, and he thought to himself: I am really late.

Thousands of troops and horses never made him take half a step back, the collapse of Mount Tai couldn't make him change color, and even the emperor's angry questioning couldn't make him a little scared.

At this moment, his hand trembled so much that he could hardly grasp the arm.

The prince only felt empty in his heart.

It's like climbing a thrilling peak, climbing down a snow lotus flower, covering it with ice, hiding it in a secret room, packing it in a brocade box, and holding it carefully in the palm of your hand.

However, they were thrown into the soil at will and trampled on.

The flower was stained with soil and rolled into ashes, and it was shattered into disrepair.

The brocade box in my heart is empty.

He was past the violent days of his youth.

Years of training have made him restrain his mind and not show his appearance.

At the same time, the killing is more decisive.

Thousands of days and nights of hard work have produced a His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who is feared by everyone and feared by everyone.

All previous efforts were almost for naught at this moment.

His gaze was slightly lowered, his face was cloudy and uncertain, extremely ugly.

The killing intent spread all around, ravaging everyone present.

Under the coercion, the executioner's heart almost jumped out of his chest, his legs trembled, and he knelt down without daring to say a word.

After a while, the prince stood up holding the man.

Every subtle movement in the corner of the eyes showed fury, and the ink brewing in the eyes drowned out other expressions again.

Finally, the life-threatening Yan Luo kicked the sword on the ground.

The sword seemed to be off the string, and flew out in an instant!

The execution guard immediately fell down, with the sound of "gulu" blood flowing backwards from his throat.

On the neck, the long sword stood up, shivering slightly with a frightening cold light.

Li Wang suddenly sat up in shock!

His hands pressing on the table trembled slightly, "you" for a long time before he forced himself to calm down, and said angrily: "The crown prince killed someone for no reason, where is the law of the king of heaven and earth?!"

"The laws of heaven and earth?" The prince sneered and squeezed his fists.

There was a creaking sound, which was the killing intent that he desperately suppressed.

"As for the assassination on the hunting ground, the killer is dead, and the concubine Shu is gone. This Song imperial doctor is the only witness." The dark and sharp eyes shot at King Li, as if they had nailed his hands and feet, making him unable to move.

The prince said slowly: "The emperor is so anxious to deal with him, it makes my nephew have to think more..."

"What does the prince mean?" King Li asked in surprise.

Without waiting for the crown prince to answer, he cupped his hands towards the sky, and said in awe-inspiring way: "The crown prince disregards etiquette and regards human life like nothing! I will definitely report today's matter to the emperor and ask for a fair explanation!"

"Even if you don't go, I will go." The prince interrupted him.

He hugged the person in his arms, protected him tightly, and glanced at the court judge.

The court judge understood.

He reached out and wiped the blood from his lips with his sleeve, and got up to the side of the prince.

He poked his head and glanced at Song Chunjing, pressed a few acupuncture points with trembling hands, and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Life is fine, but it needs to be treated as soon as possible."

The prince still stared at him, the court judge thought for a while, and said: "Maybe there will be a scar."

The prince turned around and wanted to leave without saying a word.

"Prince, think carefully! If you take the criminal away today..."

"Whoosh-"

The hem of the clothes went up and down in the blink of an eye, only the catching wind passed through it, causing the corners of the clothes to sway slightly.

The flying sword stabbed from his ear to his back like long eyes, and nailed hard to the wall, "Om..." The sword was long and soft, and he couldn't help trembling under the force.

King Li was suddenly forced to shut up.

He only felt a chill on the side of his face, and after a while, he felt the scalp pain from the pulling of the temple hair.

Stretching out his hand to touch it, his hand was stained with a little blood, and for a moment he thought he was dead.

The prince in front of him raised his eyes and stared at him condescendingly.

The vibrating sound in the ear has stopped, but the sharp knife surface made of fine steel reflects the dazzling light, making Wang Li unable to open his eyes.

He barely supported his body, as if he was under the pressure of thousands of troops, unable to move half a step.

The next moment, he collapsed trembling all over, leaned on the chair, and felt that it was extremely difficult to breathe.

The prince's whole face was more cold and hard than usual, and the murderous aura pervading at the moment had reached the critical point, and the noise was about to burst out.

Yan Zhenxin jumped hard, afraid that he would really be unable to contain his anger and deal with King Li.

The crown prince has a noble status, he can kill one person or a thousand people, it doesn't matter if he finds a reason.

But if the emperor's relatives are killed and there is a blood bond, then even if the official's memorial can't do anything to him, the East Palace will be drowned in saliva.

He crawled to the prince's side and whispered, "Your Highness!"

Then he glanced at the person in his arms.

Song Chunjing turned his head slightly to one side, and his whole body shrank into his arms.

Even though he was unconscious, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was enduring extreme pain.

Yan Zhen said: "Ten fingers connected to the heart, Your Highness, let's go!"

The clothes touched by the prince's hands were slippery and wet, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was the original blood or the sweat he had just produced.

Dangerous eyes narrowed slightly: "It's time to clean up the mess of the Ministry of Criminal Justice."

As far as he could see, the servant's muscles and bones were all limp, and he fell to the ground.

He Houcong raised his head boldly and exchanged a glance with the prince.

The prince's mind was completely out of here, and he opened his mouth and said, "You will deal with the rest."

As he spoke, his figure moved, he kept stepping hurriedly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Yan Zhen quickly followed his footsteps, waiting for orders.

He knew very well that if there were no more important matters, the dead body lying on the ground at this moment would be the fate of King Li.

"Yes, yes." He Houcong quickly responded to the disappearing figure.

He Sixing, who was hiding in the shadow of the corner of the wall and kept watching, finally showed his figure, leaning his head against the wall to reveal his head.

Taking advantage of others' surprise, he gave his father a thumbs up.

He Houcong didn't show any complacency on his face, quietly, he stretched out a finger from his cuff, and returned one to him.

He Houcong helped the servant who was slipping under his feet, and patted him on the shoulder.

Following the prince's oral order, he changed himself and became the person in charge of the case.

Now that the geomantic omen of the two is taking turns, they have completely lost their stature.

Li Wang was so angry that he was shaking all over and couldn't walk.

The court judge glanced at it, and respectfully said to He Houcong: "My lord has a heart attack."

Heart disease is a fatal disease, He Houcong immediately ordered: "Although the court judge is at the bottom of the ranks, he still holds the position of the imperial hospital, please treat him first!"

The court judge only felt a burning pain on half of his face, he knew without looking, it must be swollen and couldn't bear to look directly at it.

After hesitating, he still couldn't help himself, so he went over to check, pinched a few more big holes, and heaved a sigh of relief after a while.

"It's nothing serious. You can't get angry in a hurry in the future, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable."

He Houcong thanked him, but King Li couldn't listen at all, and tried to stand up trembling all over, but failed several times.

He Houcong glanced at the servant, and he saw that the servant had no master, so he had to ask someone to inform Li Yuankun to pick up King Li.

Before Li Yuankun arrived, the imperial decree arrived first.

I'm afraid the emperor already knew about the fact that the prince came to the Ministry of Punishment instead of going south.

King Li waited for a long time, and immediately regained his strength.

Panting heavily, he asked someone to help him, followed the eunuch who announced the decree, and rushed into the palace angrily.

The prince was supposed to go south, but he went back and went to the Ministry of Punishment to vent his anger.

The eyes of countless dual-speaking officials, censors, were staring at him in bright or dark places.

Finally got the chance.

As soon as he arrived at the Ministry of Punishment, he had already started writing the impeachment papers there.

Wait until you leave the Ministry of punishment.

The scriptures were all written and handed over to the emperor.

Long Yan was furious.

The emperor sat on the dragon head chair, resting his elbows on the table, pressing the folds, bouncing around his temples.

"Come on," he closed his blurred and dizzy eyes, out of breath, and said, "bring the crown prince to me."

The prince is coming to the palace.

He went against the little eunuch who went out to announce people.

The little eunuch hurriedly followed him to the imperial study.

"Your Highness, don't talk back later, the emperor is getting angry!" The little eunuch kept on stepping, panting and said: "The slave is going to invite the empress, I will be back soon!"

"No need." The prince said with a cold face.

The little eunuch hesitated.

The prince looked ahead and said casually: "If the queen mother knows half a word, I will break your leg today."

The little eunuch staggered and almost fell.

"Yes, yes, the servant knows!"

The imperial study is close at hand.

The door is wide open.

Waiting for the prince to enter.

The prince's face sank like water, and he stepped in two steps.

As soon as he entered the door, he was greeted by a stack of booklets flying over!

In a fit of rage, the emperor threw the things in his hands at him and said angrily: "If you don't want to be the prince! Don't be!"

Long Yan was furious, and everyone present fell to the ground, trembling, shouting:

"The emperor calm down—"

"The emperor's health is critical—"

Excerpts crackled and danced all over the sky.

The prince did not hide, and was furious by the thunder.

Looking directly into the eyes of today's son with firm eyes, he said without the slightest hesitation: "I have something to say."

Bearing the coercion of dragons and tigers roaring, he stood inside the door.

Like a young and strong lion dormant silently, waiting for an opportunity to move.

It is also like a knife that has been unsheathed, wrapped in a gorgeous brocade in a hurry, and a little cold light leaked inadvertently, which is enough to shock people.

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