This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Wu Da waited in Tai Hospital for a while and asked for leave, but no one came.

He went to Hancui Palace again and waited at the gate.

The maid on duty went in to report.

The queen sat on the couch with her head propped up, her eyes closed, as if she really had a headache.

The palace maid lowered her head and said softly: "Your Majesty, there is someone from the East Palace, please come to see Imperial Physician Song."

"That's why someone came to ask." The queen said, and glanced at Song Chunjing.

Song Chunjing sat motionless on the chair with lowered eyebrows, as if he hadn't heard anyone coming.

The queen thought for a moment and waved her hand, and the maid quietly withdrew.

Song Chunjing didn't interrupt, just stared at the floor in silence.

The queen withdrew her admiring gaze, and said in a gentle and undeniable way: "I will work later, Doctor Song, please do me a favor."

The maid who made the announcement went to the gate of the palace, bowed to Wu Dafu, and said very respectfully, "Your Majesty has a severe headache and needs to be attended by the imperial physician. The imperial physician Song cannot leave for the time being."

Wu Da thought for a while, and agreed first.

He wandered around a few times, a little unwilling to give up.

However, Hancui Palace was quiet, the maid walked steadily, her expression was calm and relaxed, not at all like the flustered look of the queen when she had a headache in the past.

Wu Dabai came for a long time, but he didn't even see Song Chunjing's shadow, so he had to go back resentfully.

When he arrived at the Ministry of Punishments, the prince sat on the chair in the middle and was interrogating people.

Uda quickly glanced at the scene:

Li Yuankun's hand was bloody and bloody, and a cotton cloth was strangled in his mouth to prevent him from yelling.

His head was sweating profusely as if water had just been poured on his head. As soon as the torture device was loosened, he closed his eyes tightly, and his whole body was shaking non-stop.

Wu Da withdrew his gaze and stood silently at the corner waiting.

The prince sneered at the audience, "Do you admit to these crimes?"

King Li first looked at Li Yuankun trembling all over, then turned his head suddenly, with an angry expression, and stared at the prince with red eyes.

He roared: "This is torture!"

The prince admired his anxious expression for a while, "I didn't hit you, why did you say that you were tortured?"

"What kind of torture do you want, come towards me!" King Li gritted his teeth, and gritted a few words from between his lips and teeth, "These things have nothing to do with Yuan Kun!"

"Oh?" The prince slightly raised his eyebrows, and smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, "Who is it related to?"

Li Wang was dumbfounded for a moment, wishing he could bared his teeth and stared at him fiercely.

The prince turned his gaze away, Wu Da immediately saluted him from a distance, and then walked over.

"Okay." Seeing him coming back, the prince immediately waved his hand.

The guard stopped his movements.

He tapped the table with his fingertips, and said with great ease: "Take a break, and then change another hand."

The guard stepped forward to replace Li Yuankun's other hand with a torture tool. During this gap, Wu Da arrived in front of him.

There was no one behind him, the prince guessed that no one was invited.

Wu Da explained in a low voice: "Aunt Cheng Yun asked Song Taiyi to go to Hancui Palace, saying that the empress has a severe headache and she won't be able to come out for a while."

The prince stared at him slightly.

"However, everyone in Hancui Palace is calm and calm, not like the lady is sick." Wu Da continued.

The prince moved and stood up slowly with a sullen face.

Uda pulled the chair away so that he could come out easily.

The prince went out and said to He Houcong, "I leave the rest to you."

"Yes." He Houcong hurriedly agreed.

"Li Chen!" Li Wang yelled at him suddenly: "You abused lynching and tortured you into tricks, I don't accept it!"

The prince didn't care whether he was convinced or not, he hurried out without stopping half a step.

Wu Da rested his hand on the handle of the knife and followed the prince's footsteps.

The guards set off at once, falling behind.

The movements and the cold expression on his face are exactly the same as Wu Da's.

After He Houcong sent the prince off, he straightened up and looked at the servant.

The servant shook his head violently, indicating that he didn't see anything, so you make up your mind.

Red and white staggered in the arena, and blood splattered everywhere. It was a critical moment.

Maybe if you come again, you will be able to get a result.

The prince left the house and left.

He Houcong hesitated for a moment, looked at the people in the field and the officials who were all watching him and waiting for his orders.

He deeply felt that he shouldered a heavy responsibility and he could not be careless at all, so he thought carefully and said: "Master Guard, you see, if we start interrogating, can we continue to use torture?"

The waiter thought he was asking the right thing, and gave him a thumbs up.

The Ministry of Punishment is no better than Dali Temple. If the royal relatives of the world commit a crime and throw it in Dali Temple, it is the same crime as the common people. If it is placed in the Ministry of Punishment, then unless the presiding judge is also a relative of the emperor, or someone with a higher official position can make the decision.

People with low official positions cannot use torture at will.

Otherwise, the abuse of lynching is considered a trivial matter, but the crime of insulting the royal family is a big one.

The chief guard of the Eastern Palace, who stayed on the spot for jury, did not dare to make a claim when he was questioned, nodded solemnly at He Houcong, and left quickly.

He drove fast all the way, and finally caught up with the carriage before the prince entered the palace.

"Your Highness," he put his ear up across the first floor of the carriage, and asked in a low voice, "Master He asked, can the punishment continue?"

Even if he deliberately slowed down his breathing, the heavy panting sound still made the person's heart beat.

That meant he was galloping all the way without stopping for a moment.

"Yes." The prince replied.

The chief guard didn't hear any extra emotion from his tone.

Because of this episode, the speeding carriage slowed down a lot.

"Go." The prince said.

Before the chief guard could catch his breath, he was dismissed with three words.

He wanted to ask for more details, Uda patted him on the shoulder and shook his head slightly.

"The prince is not in a good mood."

The head guard understood immediately.

He immediately held his breath, retreated silently, and returned to the prison of the Ministry of punishment.

Hancui Palace.

Except for the faint voices of people coming from the inner room, it was still quiet outside.

Long-cherished stood guard at the door, constantly sizing up the people who passed by the door and window, who came a little closer, or even walked a little slower, but she stopped them one by one, and they were not allowed to come any closer.

The time passed by a stick of incense.

The prince entered the inner courtyard alone without notification, and immediately raised his long-cherished wish: "Why is Your Highness here? Your Majesty is thinking of you."

The sound inside stopped immediately, and it became as quiet as outside.

The door of the inner room was opened in an instant, Cheng Yun came out and bowed with blessings, "Please come in, Your Highness."

The prince nodded silently, with one hand drooping and the other behind his back, he entered the room without squinting.

The queen sat on the couch and raised her head to look at the direction he came in. As soon as she appeared, she smiled, "The prince is here."

"Greetings to the queen mother." The prince saluted and got up, and said.

"Get up." The queen withdrew her gaze.

The prince looked down, and the person kneeling in front of him was indeed Song Chunjing.

He walked forward, and sat down on the chair next to him without waiting for the queen to speak.

"The Imperial Hospital is very busy, how come Imperial Physician Song is free to come to Hancui Palace?" he asked.

The queen immediately laughed, "It was Bengong who asked him to come. I have a headache in the morning, so I asked him to come and see."

"Is the queen mother better?" The prince turned to her and asked again.

"much better."

The crown prince nodded, and said to Song Chunjing, "If Physician Song is done with his work, you have to trouble me to come and see my injury."

The queen said, "Can't the Tai Hospital spare other staff?"

Cheng Yun anxiously glanced at the prince's expression.

The prince still had that immobile expression.

There are two mothers and sons with similar faces, but one is arrogant and the other is indifferent.

Since the prince came in, the two haven't looked at each other, they only looked at Song Chunjing in front of them together.

Song Chunjing knelt on the ground and stared at the ground in front of him, motionless.

Look carefully, his legs are trembling slightly imperceptible to the naked eye.

It must have taken no less than a stick of incense to kneel.

The prince withdrew his gaze and smiled lazily, "Queen, what are you and my son angry about?"

When he said this, the Queen's complexion immediately changed, the corners of her eyes and brows were slightly raised, as if she took a deep breath.

With a sullen face, she asked back: "Didn't you want to get angry with Bengong?"

The prince's handsome face moved, and the corner of his mouth parted and he laughed again.

"My mother wronged me. I was busy all day yesterday, and I couldn't even take a break. I went to the Ministry of Criminal Justice to interrogate King Li early in the morning. The wound opened, so I came to see the Song imperial physician."

"Really?" the queen asked again.

"The crown prince is in a hurry, as if he was inquiring about his crimes, and he thought he was here to find important people in the palace." She squinted at the crown prince and said coldly.

The crown prince let out an "ah", and Zheng'er Bajing continued: "I'm not here to ask for someone. The imperial doctors are too busy to touch the ground, so I have no choice but to come to you in person and wait aside so that I can join the team."

"Didn't you ask Imperial Doctor Xu to go?" the Queen asked.

The crown prince's expression remained unchanged, and he sighed, "That doctor Xu is really hard to use, he is clumsy and can't even speak well, so I asked someone to send him back to the imperial hospital."

"Then the crown prince must have frightened him." The queen said.

The prince glanced at her.

The queen looked directly at him, and the mother and son looked at each other for a moment. The prince immediately stood up and said solemnly: "Mother, the son should go to the palace immediately to report his safety after seeing the injury yesterday. It is the son's fault for worrying the mother."

He was quick to admit his mistake.

The crown prince glanced at Song Chunjing from the corner of his eye, heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled again: "I admit my mistake, why don't the queen care about my son's injury?"

At this moment, he didn't mention anything else, he concentrated on admitting his mistakes without piercing the window paper, and immediately created a very relaxed atmosphere.

The queen had no choice but to pretend to be stupid together.

"Your injury, [-]% is also a skin trauma, it won't delay your ability to find someone."

The prince sighed heavily, and glanced at his dangling arm, "You asked why your son didn't find another imperial doctor. With this arm, there is really no way to find it."

The queen also noticed that since he entered the palace, his right arm had never moved, but he still restrained himself from caring.

The prince smiled: "Thanks to Doctor Song, I kept this hand."

The queen's eyes froze for a moment, and then a look of surprise surfaced.

The prince consciously got up and sat next to her, rolled up his sleeves and told her to look at that arm.

Several scars bent and spread from the arm all the way to the forearm, and the marks of sutures on the skin and flesh were very obvious and deep.

Just by looking at this trace, one can know what kind of situation it was when he escaped death.

The queen stretched out her hand tremblingly, supported his forearm and looked at him carefully for a while, the wounds seemed to grow on her heart.

Although the arm in his hand is heavy, it has no sense of strength, and the thin muscles are flatly attached to the bones, motionless.

The queen felt that the object in her hand was as heavy as the heart, which made her hands and feet numb, and she almost couldn't hold it.