This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Song Chunjing said it a step too slowly, and could only watch with distress as the medicine powder dissolved into the water in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a trace of residue.

The prince grew up in the gold and silver mountains, so he couldn't empathize with the heartache. He just looked at his injured hand with a slight frown.

The blood faded away, and the pinkish-white fibrous flesh was exposed, with faint cracks and pink blood overflowing at the edges.

Song Chunjing took a look at himself and sighed.

Prince: "Wounds always open repeatedly, which is not conducive to recovery, isn't it?"

Song Chunjing said helplessly: "The responsibility lies, and you can't shirk it."

This person had an innocent expression, but he vaguely accused the crown prince together.

The prince took his hand carefully, looked around a few times, thought of his urgent operation in the afternoon, picked up the water and gently rinsed him, "Fortunately, I'm on leave, let's take care of it quickly, will there be scars?"

Song Chunjing nodded, "It should."

The prince pursed his lips, and the line of his lips straightened.

Song Chunjing took out his hand and wiped it on the cotton towel, and said casually: "It's nothing, it's not a girl's house, it's just appearance, don't worry too much about it."

The prince thought to himself: Someone cares.

He took his hand, took the cotton towel and wiped it dry for him, but Song Chunjing couldn't help it, so he had to let him.

Since Xiaoyi came to stretch out his hand, the prince who grew up to be served by someone is extremely precious. He has never done serving others. Now it seems that he not only enjoys it, but also serves him very smoothly, with slight and delicate movements, like treating rare treasures.

There was silence in the car for a while, and inexplicable feelings seemed to be quietly growing in the silence.

The breeze outside the car occasionally lifted the curtains, just when Wu Da glanced inside, he seemed to see the two of them talking face to face, very close.

He quickly turned his eyes away, then lowered his head to think, and a good idea came to him.

Just do it.

Wu Da took two steps forward, and finally found a brick the size of half a fist. The barrier guard was about to clean it up, but Wu Da pushed him away, and moved his foot——

Kicked the bricks under the wheels.

The steed was unprepared and pressed forward without stopping for a moment.

"Knock!" There was a tremor, and the entire carriage shook violently!

inside the car.

The crown prince and Song Chunjing were defenseless, they were both shocked!

The prince grasped the window edge of the carriage in an instant, his thigh muscles tensed, and he firmly grasped the ground, stopping his body. At the same time, he subconsciously wanted to help Song Chunjing.

Song Chunjing didn't have this kind of explosive power, he hurried to help the carriage, but let his inertia throw him to the side——

Seeing this, the prince withdrew the hand that was intended to support him, stretched out his arms to catch him, and received him firmly in his arms.

It's just a hair's breadth away, almost brushed against the veneer.

The prince even felt the itching of his eyelashes sweeping across the side of his face from top to bottom.

The carriage returned to calm.

Outside, Wu Da said apologetically: "Your Highness, the road is not smooth. I have already beaten up the barrier guards, which surprised you."

The prince didn't hear him at all, and there was only one person in his eyes.

The man stood up, a little annoyed.

The prince hurriedly asked concerned: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Song Chunjing shook his head lightly.

The prince looked closely at his eyebrows, eyes and lips, and tried not to pull him back into his arms.

"I didn't expect to wait until the day when Song Taiyi threw himself into his arms. It's really not easy." The prince joked.

Song Chunjing sat back to his original position, opened the curtain and took a look at where he came from.

The road is flat and open, and the chances of running over a rock are less than one in a thousand.

On the other hand, Wu Da, as soon as he saw Song Chunjing looking out, immediately moved away.

Song Chunjing put down the car curtain, the prince sat next to him, and leaned his head towards him, "Shall I bandage your wounded hand?"

His breathing was hot and scorching, Song Chunjing was defenseless and subconsciously dodged.

The prince smiled, and moved closer to him on purpose, "What are you hiding from? Can I eat you?"

Song Chunjing looked at him.

The hands on the cushion couldn't help tightening up, grabbing a corner of the cushion.

The next moment, the prince put his hand on it, "What are you afraid of?"

He said in a low voice.

Song Chunjing rarely did not hide, his eyes paused, and he said, "I'm afraid of you."

"Afraid of me?" the prince asked.

With great force, he broke off the fingers that were tightly clutching the cushion one by one, and finally held the whole hand tightly.

"I am no longer the reckless and indulgent me I was in the past, and I will never make you sad by being rash and impulsive again."

Song Chunjing clenched his fingers with his backhand, and then let go, leaning against the side of the carriage and looking at the ringed glazed beads hanging from the top, "I don't know, I'm just... a little scared."

His raised neck is slender and graceful, his Adam's apple is slightly protruding and wrapped under the flesh, it is not obvious, and the blood vessels are slightly green, beating slightly under the fair skin.

The arc went down the current, all the way into the collar.

The prince looked at the soul-stirring arc, and felt that the fire in his body was so strong that it couldn't be extinguished.

He couldn't help but move his Adam's apple, forcing himself to look away.

"Are you afraid of pain?" He asked again.

Song Chunjing was still looking at the roof of the car, the prince read out from the silence, and he guessed right.

Because he looked up, his eyelids were lifted high, like a half moon, and even half of his eyelashes were buried.

But his pupils are so big that the whites of his eyes can't be seen at all, making his eyes look big and energetic.

It's just four or five years younger.

The prince immediately recalled Song Chunjing back then, and couldn't help clearing his throat.

"Don't leave tonight?" the prince whispered in his ear.

The voice is deep and hoarse, full of magnetism.

Even though he suppressed it deliberately, the heavy breathing still flowed from his ears all the way to his heart.

Hot and full of appeal.

At this moment, the situation was entangled and complicated, and the masculine aura filled the carriage. Even if he didn't say it, he could understand the meaning contained in those words.

Song Chunjing didn't refuse outright, and more rarely, he remained silent.

The waiting time was even more difficult. After counting breaths, the prince couldn't help but said: "Give me a chance, try it."

He even wanted to say 'I don't need money for being unhappy', but the remaining rationality told him to stop, leaving Song Chunjing more time to think.

After a long time, Song Chunjing let go of his tight hands, the sweat in his palms even soaked the cushion, leaving imprints of the size of fingernails.

He withdrew his upward gaze, opened his mouth, and said, "I'll go home this afternoon to pick up something."

The meaning of the words is self-evident.

The prince immediately agreed, "Okay, I'll take you home now."

"Aren't you going to the General's Mansion?" Song Chunjing looked at him and asked.

Prince: "..."

He almost forgot about this. He wanted to explain that he would go again tomorrow, but he was afraid that Song Chunjing would retort after working hard for so long, so he had to say with difficulty: "Go."

Song Chunjing coughed, then picked up the kettle in the corner by himself, went to the bottom of a cup to moisten his throat.

The prince stared closely at the Adam's apple rolling up and down when he swallowed, and coughed as well.

He took an empty water glass, filled it up himself, and drank it all in one gulp.

Song Chunjing felt that he seemed a little impetuous, and he could still feel the scorching heat when he got close.

The prince raised his eyebrows to meet his gaze, "Why?"

Song Chunjing withdrew his gaze and held back his hand that wanted to feel his pulse.

The prince's eyes sank, he looked at the clothes on Song Chunjing's body, his eyes flashed, but he said with embarrassment and hesitation: "Isn't it good to go like this?"

Song Chunjing looked down at himself.

The hem of his clothes was still wet, and the remaining blood stains left mottled water marks on the ground.

The jade pendant hanging around his waist was also stained red, dyeing the white jade into a pigeon blood stone.

At first glance, it's as scary as if you just killed someone.

The prince suggested at the right time: "Go back and take a bath first, and change your clothes?"

Song Chunjing also felt that it was really out of place, so he murmured, "That's fine."

The prince breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the outside: "Go to the Song Mansion."

The carriage immediately changed course without causing any discomfort from the bumps.

The Song Mansion was very quiet.

Master Song's favorite thing is to play chess. Now that he is old, even if he doesn't play chess often, he still likes to be quiet.

Song Chunjing got out of the carriage, and the prince said consciously, "I'll wait for you in the carriage, so your father won't be uncomfortable."

"I'll be out soon."

As he said that, he turned around and left, hurriedly walking, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The prince looked at it for a while, and unconsciously tilted his head and smiled.

He often has a straight face, and the occasional smile is fleeting, and his momentum is unparalleled.

There was even a time when he secretly laughed out loud.

Wu Da leaned over and asked curiously, "What is Your Highness happy about?"

Of course he was happy about the successful engagement, the prince couldn't hold back, and laughed again.

Uda didn't know why, so he followed Hehehe for a silly laugh.

Song Chunjing went back to his room to get clean clothes, packed a few things and went out with one hand in his arms.

Walking to the front hall, Master Song asked someone to help him out, "Just came back and went out again? Didn't you ask for leave?"

Song Chunjing walked over, handed the things in his hand to the boy, and supported his arm himself, "There are some things to deal with."

He glanced at the boy, who walked out holding his things.

Master Song looked at the objects in his hands, and found that they were for changing clothes, "Where are you going?"

"East Palace." Song Chunjing tugged at the clothes on his body, pointed at the filth on the hem, "Just go there and change."

Master Song let out an "Oh" and didn't seem to be able to react. Song Chunjing said, "I won't be coming back tonight. You should go to bed early after dinner and come back tomorrow morning."

Master Song looked at him, and then at the boy who had disappeared from the direction of the gate.

"Think about it," Mr. Song's squinted eyes revealed a gleam of light, "he will have countless harems and he will have many children, but he may not allow you to marry a wife and have children. You should think about it."

Song Chunjing fell silent, and his eyelashes could not help but sink.

After a long time, he seemed to have finally made up his mind, closed his eyes and slowly opened a gap, "Think about it."

Master Song nodded unsurprisingly, "Since you risked your life to enter the palace to pave the way for the crown prince, even risking your life, I understand."

"Children are not filial." Song Chunjing said.

"Filial piety is not reflected in this," Master Song sighed, "Speaking of which, if I didn't stand on the wrong team, you wouldn't owe the prince favors, and you would have nothing to do with him."

Song Chunjing said respectfully, "It's not because of this..."

Master Song waved his hand and stopped him.

The flesh on his hands is loose, the skin is dull, and the raised blue blood vessels stand on the joints, silently explaining the old man's past life.

"There is not only the harem, but also the former dynasty. If others say that you are clinging to the imperial power, and gossip secretly, how should you deal with yourself?"

Master Song looked up at his neither sad nor smiling face, as if he had made up his mind.

He raised his hand and patted his shoulder heavily, and then smoothed the folds of his clothes on his shoulders, "The hospital is like no other place, and any noble person can get in touch with it. If someone uses this to isolate you, you will have nowhere to go with your medical skills." So, what should you do?"

Song Chunjing lowered his eyes, and his lips were tightly lined, as if he had something to say but forced it down.

"As long as you don't regret it, it's fine. Father will pave the way for you first, lest you will be sad in the future." Master Song looked at his expression and sighed.

He also walked through it when he was young, and in retrospect, he can somewhat understand his state of mind.

Song Chunjing pressed other words and only said, "Thank you dad."

Master Song blinked, raised his hand and looked in front of him, "Does it still hurt?"

Song Chunjing shook his head and smiled again, "A little bit."

"Go," Master Song said, "Fortunately, I'm on vacation, and I'll go to work after I've recovered."

Song Chunjing agreed, turned around and was about to leave, Master Song let out a "hey" and couldn't help but said, "If you regret it, it's fine, life is long, if you regret it, start over from the beginning."