This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

The prince glanced at Uda.

The dancer didn't know, so she thought that she was about to fly on the branch and become a phoenix, and she looked at the prince pitifully, her eyes full of admiration.

Wu Da lowered his head, turned his head to one shoulder, and recognized the woman at a glance, "!"

He raised his head abruptly, and blinked excitedly at the prince. The prince raised his chin following his gaze, nodded at the dancer, and raised his eyebrows at him.

Wu Da nodded frantically, howling in her heart: It's her!That's her!

He bared his teeth and stared, if not for the presence of the crown prince, he might have jumped up already!

The prince identified it again, and after racking his brains to think about it, he finally remembered that it was she who danced that night in Luoyang.

Of course, she was also the one who sent the prince to the prince's room after nightfall.

The prince was a little embarrassed, and subconsciously felt that Song Chunjing should not be allowed to see these people.

He cleared his throat, and said to Wu Da: "Yan Zhen is back, you rest for a few days, and come back after healing your wound."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Wu Da happily agreed.

The prince threw the jade penholder back on the table, turned around to leave, and ordered without changing his expression: "You guys, go and serve Wuda together."

Uda scratched the back of his ears embarrassingly, desperately implying that only one is enough.

However, the prince's thoughts had already flown to the Linshui Pavilion, and he didn't care about his hints at all.

Song Chunjing changed into clean clothes and tied up his hair neatly again. He sat outside Linshui Pavilion and looked out the window in a daze.

Yan Zhen deserved to be favored by the crown prince, and after just one glance, he arranged for someone to prepare meals and snacks and send them out to Chunjiao Palace.

Now it was Shen's time, the sun was faintly declining, the prince's blood was sinking all day long, he only felt that his lower abdomen was swollen and his spirit was high, and he was not hungry at all.

But it's true that we haven't had lunch yet.

He deeply felt that wearing a hat with a knife would really delay things. Now that he was clear-headed, he took a deep breath and said, "You go and eat first, I'll finish washing it right away."

Song Chunjing wasn't very hungry, but he nodded without saying anything, and walked out.

Yan Zhen made proper arrangements and followed into the inner room to report what was found out.

The prince got into the water and stood on the steps, exposing the waist and above, so as not to let the wound get wet.

The maid carefully scrubbed it beforehand, and Yan Zhen said softly: "Your Highness, the suburbs..."

"I'll talk about it later." The prince waved his hand and interrupted him.

"It's just a simple wash." He hurriedly urged the maid, not knowing what he was in a hurry for.

The maid didn't care about the wet skirt, and jumped into the water to scrub him hastily.

Spring pepper hall.

A guard outside brought the thrush that was left in Zhan's room, and placed it on the window. Thrush refused to recognize him, and when he saw Song Chunjing, he opened his mouth and chattered non-stop.

The sound is not as good as the rumors, but a bit noisy.

Song Chunjing didn't find it interesting, so he looked away from it.

After eating a few mouthfuls, the prince hadn't eaten all the dishes. The prince went back and forth, wearing a large bathrobe around his shoulders, his upper body covered with water droplets, and only a pair of trousers, and hurried in.

Some water stains even wet the trousers, showing marks of different shades.

The prince sat next to him and said, "I washed it standing up, the wound is not wet."

Song Chunjing swallowed the rice in his mouth, drank two more mouthfuls of soup, and went down smoothly.

The prince asked, "Are you full?"

Song Chunjing thought he was going to bandage the wound, so he put down his chopsticks and brought the medicine box over to open it.

He took out the medicine powder and clean gauze one by one, his fair and slender fingers were well-proportioned, without variegated color, very eye-catching.

It is conceivable that if this hand is held there...

What kind of scenery should it be.

The crown prince took off the thing in his hand dryly, and put it on the table.

"Don't worry about this for now," he whispered, and hugged him in the past, holding the predecessor tightly in his arms.

The body fit tightly together, and the heat immediately spread to Song Chunjing's back, causing a shuddering numbness.

The non-stop exhaled breath sprayed on the ears and neck, like thousands of ants biting, the numbness, pain and itching intertwined, Song Chunjing subconsciously froze.

The prince leaned against him behind him, and dragged him into the room without saying a word.

Song Chunjing felt his scalp explode, his soul almost came out of his body, his whole body was not well, he struggled immediately, "Wait..."

As soon as the word came out, the prince hugged him even tighter, he kept his feet on his feet, leaned his head on his shoulder and leaned over to see his expression, "I can't wait any longer."

He said hoarsely.

Song Chunjing's complexion is smooth and fair, and he usually wears it in his pocket, and he always looks decent and respectful without changing his face, so once there is a slight unusual color, it will be very obvious.

The prince found that his ears and cheeks were slightly blush.

Like a patient with a high fever, but also like a drunk.

The prince only felt a bang in his head, and his blood rushed to his head.

With force, he lifted him up with one hand and threw him onto the big bed in Chunjiao Hall.

When the Chunjiao Palace was first built, a lot of effort was put into this bed. The crown prince ordered that the bed be placed next to it first. The bed must be comfortable and spacious.

The carpenters in the palace searched for a long time before they found two centuries-old mahogany trees. They were as thick as five or six adults hugging each other, and their entire body was black and shiny. After slicing, they assembled this large rectangular bed that was spacious enough, and there was no waste at all.

At the moment, the top floor is covered with high-quality goose feather quilts, which can be sunk in as soon as you lie down, surrounded by fluffy and soft.

The prince's position was well located, the brocade quilt was layered, thick and soft, and it didn't hurt at all when it fell, even Song Chunjing bounced up the moment he fell to the ground.

Song Chunjing was about to get up immediately, but the prince had already stepped up with one leg, and the other leg was propped on the ground, half of his body was pressed extremely low.

The two faced each other, Song Chunjing stepped back and said eagerly, "Your Highness!"

The prince leaned over, pressed him down with one hand, suppressed his struggling hands, and kissed his longing lips.

There was chaos in the kiss, and the breathing suddenly became heavy.

Song Chunjing gritted his teeth and tilted his head, struggling to look at the sky outside, "I still have to go..."

"Let's go tomorrow," the prince guessed what he was thinking, and chuckled, "If it's the middle of winter, it will be dark at You Hour, and it's time to go to bed."

The voice was hoarse and magnetic, and when I heard it, my ears felt numb.

Song Chunjing stared at him like a formidable enemy, his eyes were sober.

The prince's heart skipped a beat, and he let go of his hand.

Song Chunjing immediately stretched out his hand to push him, and pressed him in front of him.

With the hand in front of him, the prince climbed up and put one hand on top of Song Chunjing.

In a matter of minutes, the prince said hoarsely, "I'm about to suffocate to death."

Song Chunjing's eyes were flustered for a few breaths. After thinking for a while, he forced himself to calm down and said, "You should wait no longer. Your Highness's arm has not recovered, so it's inconvenient."

"Wait." The prince refused straight away, his voice getting deeper and deeper.

Song Chunjing lowered his eyes, and the prince stretched out his hand to lift his chin, narrowing his eyes dangerously, "What excuse do you want?"

Song Chunjing: "The lower official is thinking, His Highness has an arm injury and a back injury, and he hasn't eaten yet, can he take it?"

This sounds like a mockery!

His Royal Highness is held high by tens of thousands of people, when has it ever been questioned?

"You reminded me," he let go of his hands, and got out of bed to untie his waistband. "It's really inconvenient to use one hand, so let's take it off first, so that you won't have to use your hands to take off your clothes later."

The voice fell to the ground, and so did the pants.

The prince raised his leg on the ground, and stepped onto the bed with long hands and long feet. His solid body was not naked, and his muscles were neither thin nor too thick. Because of proper maintenance and diet, his skin was clean and smooth, and a clear and dumb feeling was reflected from time to time when he moved. come light.

Song Chunjing was half lying down, propping his body on his elbows, and paused on the spot.

The prince got on the big bed, bent slightly, leaned over, and said vaguely: "Can you bear it, ask yourself later..."

It's a good thing Song Chunjing didn't hear clearly, otherwise he might have turned out of embarrassment and then walked away in a huff.

The prince half-kneeled in front of him, reached out and pulled his belt, and threw it to the ground.

Song Chunjing: "!"

He shot again in a hurry, one hand tightly grasped the prince's wrist propped on the bed, and the other hand pressed against the chest that was close at hand.

However, the prince didn't move and fell on the spot like a giant mountain, unable to move at all.

The skin under his hands was hot and scalding, and there was still a little sweat.

"I..." Song Chunjing didn't know what to say for a while, but was still afraid, "Wait a minute..."

The prince said "Well", and looked down carefully at the changes in his eyebrows and eyes. He felt that this person was really good-looking, and every part he took out was extraordinarily delicate.

"Gudong" he swallowed.

The sound was amplified countless times and reached Song Chunjing's ears.

Song Chunjing usually likes to lower his eyes, giving people a humble and docile feeling, but now he only cares about raising his eyes to look at the predecessors.

Because as soon as he lowered his eyes, the first thing he saw was the tiger beast in the dark jungle.

Bounced, shouted, and stood up to the sky to kill people.

But within a short while, a little transparent liquid overflowed from the top of the secret place, wet around the pores.

It is the mucus secreted by the ferocious beast not far away, unable to restrain the desire to eat people.

Song Chunjing even smelled an aggressive and menacing scent.

The crown prince's expressionless face and downcast eyes gradually merged with those of four years ago, reminding him of the devil-like sneer back then.

His limbs became stiff and his whole body trembled slightly, staring at the prince's hard side face as if he was facing an enemy.

"Are you nervous?" the prince suddenly asked, breaking the tranquility.

Song Chunjing immediately came back to his senses and stared at him with wide eyes.

He said slowly, "I'm more nervous."

"I'm afraid I'll hurt you, so I'm nervous," the prince stepped back to make room. As soon as he stepped back, Song Chunjing immediately felt that the space became brighter, breathing became easier, and even the sense of oppression was less. many.

Song Chunjing immediately relaxed and exhaled involuntarily.

His eyes are extremely round, and his eyeliner forms a round and graceful fan shape, propped up by countless slender eyelashes, and there seems to be a clear pool of water in his eyes.

The prince noticed his fear, and immediately softened his expression, and comforted him in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, this is your territory."

Song Chunjing didn't blink, his figure and deep and serious eyes were reflected in the depths of his eyes.

"This Spring Pepper Hall was built just for you," said the prince.

Song Chunjing didn't seem to hear clearly, his eyebrows raised in doubt.

The corners of the eyes were too wide open, and the pale pink flesh could be vaguely seen inside.

"What kind of eyes?" The prince laughed lowly, "I said at the beginning that I would protect you, but this is just a palace."

The prince stared at him, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty promises, let alone a thousand pieces of gold, you will never regret it even if you die."

The author has something to say: Tomorrow, at six o'clock in the afternoon.