This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

The General's Mansion is gone.

In fact, as early as the prince was established in the East Palace, the court was divided into factions, and the general, as a "special party" that not only supported the emperor but also held the custody of the prince, had already begun to decline.

But it's not enough to fall to the point of withering.

As the emperor was getting old and sick, the prince grew up and his wings became more and more prosperous. The officials in the court and officials had already regarded the prince as the future emperor.

Because of raising Shen Huan, the general had to avoid suspicion and never stand in line.

As a result, he became more and more declining, only because his identity was on the bright side, and he was a veteran of the former court, so that he would not be ignored by others.

The gorgeous and ostentatious carriage of the Eastern Palace came to the gate of the General's Mansion and stopped steadily.

The prince put him in front of the general's mansion and said, "I'll go into the palace and come to pick you up later."

Song Chunjing: "I'll go home later."

"Then I'll take you home." The prince sat in the carriage, lifted the curtain by the window with two fingers, and said while looking at him.

Song Chunjing didn't want to get entangled with him here, afraid of attracting attention, so he agreed first, "It will be fine if the time can catch up."

The prince thought that he would come back as soon as he left, so of course he could catch up.

I left contentedly.

Song Chunjing watched the carriage turn out of the intersection, and turned his head to look at the dusty gate of the General's Mansion.

As soon as the turmoil broke out in the court, the general, as the first soul to die tragically, directly broke the situation where the court was in full swing, and gave King Li false confidence.

Now that King Li has committed the crime, the power turmoil in the imperial palace has come to an end, but the general's life can't be exchanged no matter what.

The only place that was completely empty was the General's Mansion.

The door of the General's Mansion is wide open for the convenience of those who come to express their condolences.

But where is there anyone, except for a few old ministers who work together, the newcomers are afraid of the new emperor, and wish to stay far away.

For two days, two days and one night, very few people came to express their condolences.

After the death of King Li, the housekeeper first sent someone to the northwest to inquire about Shen Huan's whereabouts. In a few days, news came from the northwest that he had never seen the guards of the General's Mansion.

The housekeeper almost went crazy. He was guarding the general's spirit here, and he sent people to search all the way north. He even found the body of the guard in the dense jungle on the northbound road.

They were all stumps and limbs everywhere, and their death conditions were horrific.

The corpse has decayed.

After identifying it for a long time, it was confirmed that there is no skeleton of Chen Huan's age.

When the news was sent back to Beijing, the butler knelt on the ground and couldn't help crying.

One day my head turned white.

He rekindled his confidence and sent people to continue searching north.

The general is dead, and Shen Huan is nowhere to be found.

It seems that only the General's Mansion really paid the painful and irreversible price for this war.

The population in the general's mansion is thin, and people are rarely seen from the gate, not even the big housekeeper with his eyes above the top.

He purposely wears light clothes, and if there is another color mixed with the sleeves and necklines, it is also plant gray, which is a little simple and stable, like the sky just before the rain on a cloudy day, dull and dim.

All the accessories have already been taken off, and from a distance, it looks like wearing filial piety clothes.

Song Chunjing walked forward in plain and white interlaced, leading straight to the front hall.

The more you go to the front hall, the more complicated it is. The tall coffin is parked in the front hall, and the flowers tied with white cloth are arranged on it at one time, surrounding the brand-new memorial tablet.

The general has no family members, and the only Shen Huan has no idea of ​​life and death, he is really alone.

Only the butler and the servants knelt next to each other, throwing dry paper money into the charcoal brazier.

Song Chunjing stepped forward to salute and bowed. The butler was dressed in a heavy filial robe, which was wrapped from head to toe, revealing only a mournful face with drooping features.

He raised his drooping eyelids and glanced at the person coming. It seemed that his eyes were blurred due to crying for too long. After watching for a long time, he said slowly: "Master Song, you are so busy, and you have time to board Is the humble house sending our general?"

Song Chunjing pursed his lips, bowed three times towards the heavy coffin, the butler stared at him with empty eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "The general died tragically, the young master disappeared, Mr. Song finally got rid of our family, you should be happy, right? "

Song Chunjing straightened up, his expression dull and speechless.

The housekeeper continued: "Look at the desolation of this barren family. The veterans of the three dynasties have just messed up like this. Others avoid suspicion, afraid of making the crown prince jealous. Why isn't the Song imperial physician afraid?"

Song Chunjing turned around and was about to leave, but the housekeeper snorted coldly behind him, "Yes, Mr. Song leans against a big tree to enjoy the shade, and with the crown prince...no, the emperor is backing him, why would he be afraid?"

Song Chunjing stood still, raised his drooping eyes a little, and looked at the withered flowers, branches and leaves nearby.

He sighed.

Song Chunjing understood his great sadness, and explained sincerely: "Your mansion first proposed Young Master Shen's apprenticeship, and then invited him to leave the school. It was also proposed by your mansion. I really can't blame me for this matter."

"No wonder you?!"

The butler suddenly became agitated, his eyes widened, and he looked like he was eating people, "Who doesn't know that you have a good relationship with the prince? Who doesn't know that He Houcong, the minister of Dali Temple, took refuge in the prince? When you were imprisoned, his son came to the mansion I don't know what threatening words I said to the young master, so scared that he didn't dare to continue studying medicine, so he had to leave his hometown and go to the desolate place in the northwest!"

He asked loudly: "Dare you say that this matter was not ordered by the prince, didn't you discuss it with a nest of snakes and rats?!"

Song Chunjing narrowed his eyes, turned around and looked back at him.

The housekeeper's angry expression did not seem to be fake.

He shook his hands, and at the end he was crying.

"What did you say?" Song Chunjing asked softly.

The housekeeper knelt straight, looked up and cried: "The sky won't open your eyes! Whether it's the crown prince or the king of Li, just go and fight to the death! But, why did you only take the general in? Ah! Ahh——"

This cry is lingering and touching, reflecting layers of white tents and lonely coffins, it is particularly bleak.

Song Chunjing lifted his injured hand and put it in front of him, with a calm and self-sustaining attitude on the surface, but the hand hidden under the gauze in the cuff trembled slightly, revealing his emotions at the moment.

Knock on the coffin.

There was a muffled "boom".

The coffin knocker, who is responsible for guiding spirits, knocks every hour to call back the dead souls wandering elsewhere.

When knocking, everyone cried together, the sound was high and loud, it was for the crying spirit.

Song Chunjing only felt sour in his eyes and nasal cavity after hearing it twice.

The cries became more and more mournful, and he couldn't bear to listen any more. He took two deep breaths facing the gravel road leading straight to the gate, and left in a hurry with the heavenly howls behind him.

Northwest, frontier camp.

The sturdy general soldier walked into the tent, and Shen Huan was cleaning the table.

The chief soldier leaned against the door and looked at his slender figure. After a while, his subordinates carried the bucket in and went out again.

He stepped forward to touch the water and touched the water temperature.

It was hot at noon, and the river water in the sun was extremely soft. You can just wash it in the water without boiling the water at all.

He took off his shirt in twos and went into the water.

Hearing the voice, Shen Huan didn't dare to look back, and only focused on the small table beside the bed, wiping off the dust from the objects placed on it bit by bit.

"Hey," the chief soldier looked at the coarse cloth clothes he was wearing, and the belt around his waist, which outlined a part of his waistline.

Shen Huan turned around abruptly, as if taken aback, "You, you say."

His complexion is fair, his skin is smooth and delicate, and he looks like he has never suffered.

The eyes are black and white, with moisture, the nose is small, and the mouth is clean and pure.

At home, at least he is like a young master.

"Rub my back," he said.

Shen Huan immediately dropped the rag in his hand and ran over to rub his back.

After rubbing his scars, the chief soldier ordered: "You can use force, they are all old scars, and I don't feel much anymore, except for the new ones on the shoulders, and I need to apply medicine later."

In fact, Chen Huan didn't try to avoid the scar, but he was weak, because unlike the people here, everyone held a tiger knife, and had the strength to rip off a layer of skin with a single stretch of hand.

He was tense and rubbed him a few times with all his strength.

The chief soldier leaned against the wooden barrel, closed his eyes and said casually: "If you have nowhere to go, you can stay and follow me."

Shen Huan: "?"

Shen Huan was at a loss, feeling that he understood the words, but also felt that he didn't understand.

The chief soldier thought that he didn't want to stay around every day, so he thought for a while and said: "There is a shortage of manpower in the medical account. If you are free, you can go and help."

He didn't hear an answer for a long time after speaking, so he opened his eyes and glanced at Shen Huan.

Shen Huan lowered his head, and smiled at him with some embarrassment, "I don't want to be a doctor, I want to join the army."

The chief soldier looked at his slender arms and legs, wondering in his heart that he couldn't hold a knife at all.

Shen Huan immediately said: "I look weak, but I still have some strength."

"Why do you want to join the army?" the chief soldier asked directly.

Shen Huan pursed his lips, and the commander-in-chief closed his eyes for a nap without paying any attention, "It's hard to wait for Kan Molan to die, and to have a son who is less honest than Lao Tzu. Stand tall, do you want to join the army at this time?"

Shen Huan fell silent.

The chief soldier ignored him, and got up after a while. He was covered in water droplets, and his sturdy body was strong and hard, standing like black iron.

He wanted to reach out, but Shen Huan had already turned his head and took a towel to wipe his body.

The chief soldier clenched his hands, as if hesitating and restraining himself.

However, Shen Huan's mind was wandering, and she didn't pay attention to the darkening expression in his eyes.

The chief soldier put on his inner clothes, without his outer shirt and armor, and walked outside, "Call me when you're done washing."

This has always been the case for the past few days, he simply finished washing, then Shen Huan washed, and after both of them finished washing, he asked someone to carry the water away.

Shen Huan took off the loose clothes that were rolled up around his wrists a few times, and immediately went into the water to take a bath.

Soaked in the water, he thought about how to find Lin Jian, and if he went out rashly, he might be arrested as a spy.

I don't know if the letter my father wrote to General Lin has arrived yet?

He thought to himself, then roughly calculated the time, and felt that it must be here.

"When General Lin receives the letter, he will definitely send someone to look for him. If he goes out then, there will probably be no problem."

He finally let go of his slightly raised heart, smiled quietly, and thought in his heart: It's been so many days, maybe my father will be here soon.

He washed it quickly, got up and put on the clothes he had when he came.

The clothes have been washed and dried. Although there are some scratches, they fit better than those big clothes and are more comfortable to wear.

After putting it on, all the hair was bundled up, exposing the smooth forehead and cheeks.