This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Yan Zhen returned from the general's mansion, the prince hadn't come out yet, the little eunuch politely entertained him to drink tea and wait, Yan Zhen didn't dare to sit, let alone drink, and stood outside cautiously waiting.

After a while, Li Chen came out.

He stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, there is no one in the general's mansion, Mr. Song has gone home by himself."

Li Chen nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

The two stepped out of the Qianxian Hall one after the other, behind them all the eunuchs and court ladies knelt down and sang loudly: "Farewell to the Emperor."

Yan Zhen's eyes flashed, and he immediately changed his address, "Your Majesty, shall we go back to the East Palace or to the Song Mansion?"

Li Chen didn't respond, and got into the carriage all the way out of the palace, Yan Zhen looked at his face, and directly ordered the driver: "Go to the Song Mansion."

The carriage turned around, pulling the people who stood at the pinnacle of power away from the palace.

The Song Mansion arrived in the blink of an eye, Li Chen got out of the carriage, and before the gatekeeper left the room, he was pinned on the spot by his murderous eyes, hiding inside and daring not to go out, let alone step forward to stop him.

He strayed all the way, not wanting to cause a stir, deliberately avoiding people, and quietly arrived in front of Song Chunjing's bedroom.

Although it is hot at this time, it is not yet the hottest time. If there is a wind blowing on the face, it will feel a little refreshing.

Song Chunjing didn't close the window for ventilation.

Li Chen looked around to see that there was no one around, and leaning on the window with one hand, he jumped into the room, his toes landed on the ground with a light tap, the footsteps were silent, and there was no sound at all when he fell to the ground and smelled the needle.

Song Chunjing was still lying on the bed, closing his eyes quietly, relaxed, and defenseless.

The eyelashes are long and curly, with a dense row of staggered growths on the thin eyelids, gentle and harmless.

He held his breath for a moment.

Song Chunjing's breathing was shallow and even, and he slept deeply.

"Sure enough, I didn't rest well, so I came back to catch up on sleep." Li Chen thought to himself.

He didn't want to wake him up, so he stepped forward to tuck him in the thin quilt, and then picked up a strand of hair that was about to fall to the ground, and laid it on the bed.

After finishing all this, he turned around to leave, turned around again, looked at it carefully again, and found that there was nothing wrong with it, so he returned the same way and jumped out of the window.

Come and go, no one was alarmed.

The concierge boy huddled in the room and watched him walk over empty-handed, and couldn't help but backed away.

Li Chen patted the small window for visiting, and hooked his finger at him, "Don't tell people that I've been here."

The little servant looked at him like an enemy.

"Do you remember clearly?" he asked.

He was already very scary in normal times, not to mention deliberately releasing his aura to threaten others.

Except for the head, the boy's body seemed to have been poked, and he froze on the spot, not daring to move, except for his head, he would nod his head.

Li Chen withdrew his hands and put them behind his back. He was reluctant to give up, and looked back in the direction of Song Chunjing's bedroom for a moment before getting into the carriage reluctantly.

Yan Zhen was not at ease, and ran to the concierge to explain again to the boy in a friendly manner: "If Song Taiyi asks, just say that Yan Zhen of the Eastern Palace is asking to see, the emperor's arm hurts, please ask him to go and see."

The boy watched people go and go and come back again, even though Yan Zhen tried to be gentle, he was still shocked.

Fortunately, Yan Zhen didn't have much to say, and after finishing speaking, he was ready to chase the carriage.

"Oh, that's right," Yan Zhen turned around again, and confessed: "Don't say that the emperor has been here."

The young servant didn't hear anything outside the window, and he listened to the imperial decree announced to the world, but he didn't take it to heart at all, he was very Buddha-nature.

Unexpectedly, after so few days, the prince has become the current emperor!

He stared at the gorgeous carriage with a strong presence of the emperor, and nodded frantically.

Near noon, Song Chunjing finally woke up, the servant ran in to report, and said in a very embarrassed way: "Yan Zhen, the chief steward of the Eastern Palace, came and said that it was the prince... Your Majesty's arm hurts, please go and have a look."

Song Chunjing stopped moving.

The boy couldn't tell the emotion from his plain face, he could only tell from his undivided eyebrows that he had heard his own words.

But he didn't receive instructions, so the boy withdrew by himself.

After eating at noon, Song Chunjing came back to life a little bit, but he still felt extremely dull, and the sky outside seemed to be gloomy in response to him.

Beijing has not rained for a long time.

Song Chunjing glanced at the half-dark sky, and went back to his room to sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already dusk, and the heavy rain had finished, leaving behind the washed sky and the brilliant warm orange setting sun.

The sky is between dark and yellowish gray, like rouge that has been washed on the face, but not washed off, leaving a little ray of light, which is indescribably natural.

After a while, the servant ran in and told him when he woke up: "The Minister of Dali Temple has handed over the greeting card, and he is waiting outside the door now, do you want to see him?"

Song Chunjing shook his head and regained consciousness, the servant continued, "I've been waiting since I got down."

Song Chunjing thought for a while, then closed his eyes, "See you."

The boy ran to make an announcement, and he immediately got up, washed and adjusted his clothes and hair.

When they went to the front hall, He Houcong and his son were already sitting on the chairs in the hall and waiting.

Seeing him coming in, the two got up immediately, and He Houcong politely bowed his hands to him, "You're bothering Mr. Song."

Song Chunjing nodded slightly at him with an impeccable smile, "Please sit down, both of you."

The servants brought the tea, put them on the table one by one, and stepped back silently.

He Houcong took a sip and praised: "Good tea."

Tea is naturally good, and half of the yearly supply of less than five catties went into the tea pots of the Song Mansion.

Song Chunjing waved his hand gently, "Your Excellency He is too modest. I heard that he will be promoted to Minister of the Ministry of Punishment soon. Then we won't see any good things, not to mention mere tea leaves."

He Houcong has been here several times, and he has half understood his temper, so he ignores his modesty.

"Hey," he sighed, and said with a smile, "this time I came here for the sake of the dog's apprenticeship. Although he is dull, but fortunately he is willing to learn to be smart. Can Master Song think about it?"

"Everyone in the Taiyuan Hospital is fine, why do you have to worship under the official's door?" Song Chunjing showed his injured hand to let him see, "Besides, the official still has injuries and illnesses, so I'm afraid he's powerless."

He Houcong knew that this would be regarded as a refusal, but he still wanted to try his best, "Mr. Song has excellent medical skills. My father and son have admired them for a long time. Hands are commonly used. It is inconvenient to be injured. It happens that I am hardworking and can help with small things. "

Song Chunjing was silent and seemed to be thinking about it.

He Houcong strikes while the iron is hot, "What's more, Mr. Song is very close to the emperor, and the subordinates also serve the emperor wholeheartedly. We are regarded as 'insiders'."

Song Chunjing picked up the teacup, covered it with a lid, gently froze the foam, and took a sip.

He Houcong pushed Sixing who was standing behind him.

"..." Before Sixing came, he had made sufficient preparations, but Song Chunjing often acted unexpectedly, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he despised the imperial power, so he really had no idea.

He stepped forward and knelt on the ground, throwing away all the words in his head, and only spit out two words: "Master."

He Houcong kicked him quietly from behind.

Sixing immediately straightened his back and said seriously, "I cook, cook soup, clean, do laundry, everything."

Song Chunjing glanced at the intimate gestures of the two of them, and He Houcong explained with a smile: "He prepared a lot when he came, but he forgot how to say it at a critical moment. Don't mind, Master Song."

Song Chunjing smiled calmly at him.

Just as He Houcong was about to speak again, Song Chunjing put down the teacup and said to him, "Master He, can I have a few words with your young master alone?"

He Sixing looked at him, then at his father.

He Houcong immediately got up and walked out, "Of course, of course, if you have any questions, feel free to ask them carefully. I am looking at the colorful flower garden in your mansion, and I just want to appreciate it for a while."

Song Chunjing stretched out his hand, indicating that please go easy.

Keep leaning, there are only two people left in the room.

Sixing knelt on the ground and looked at him cautiously, Song Chunjing said, "Get up and talk."

Sixing hesitated and stood up.

Song Chunjing asked: "Why do you want to study medicine?"

Sixing thought for a while and said cautiously: "Studying medicine is doing good deeds. Hanging a pot to help the world and saving people in distress is a matter of accumulating virtue."

Song Chunjing smiled lightly.

Sixing blushed, smiled a little embarrassedly, and heard him say: "Just tell the truth."

Sixing hesitated for a moment.

Then slowly said: "My father is 47."

He lowered his head, the smile on his face was gone, and his tone was deep and sad that didn't match his age, "He always feels that he can't wait for me to grow up, and he should die. Parents love their children for a long time. He said that when a An imperial physician, much better than an ordinary official position."

"You have excellent medical skills, and..." He hesitated for a while, and said frankly: "You have the emperor's backing, and you are a good person, so you are the most suitable candidate."

This time Song Chun nodded, as expected.

Sixing looked up at him, his eyes full of hope.

"One more question, what was the last time you went to the General's Mansion?" Song Chunjing asked.

Sixing's eyes fluttered, and he panicked for a moment.

Song Chunjing found out, but he didn't ask any questions immediately, he just said flatly: "You don't need to say anything."

Sixing thought: If you don't answer, will you not accept me as a disciple?

He bowed his head sadly.

Song Chunjing waited for him to speak.

Sixing couldn't control the corners of his mouth from turning down, and said with a bit of crying: "In those days, you just got out of prison, the general brought Shen Huan to my father, and asked him to rescue you or use his position to take care of you. , but my father has already stood in the emperor's camp, so it is impossible to have too much involvement with the general's mansion that is opposite to the emperor."

"Because I have a friendship with Chen Huan, I will bring the apology to the general's mansion and explain the situation to him directly..."

Song Chunjing blinked, his face tightened a bit, he interrupted his narration, and asked straight to the point: "Forcing him to ask himself not to study medicine again? Did the Emperor tell you to go to the General's Mansion, or Master He told you to go? "

Sixing nodded, just crying.

Song Chunjing saw his sincerity, and when he calmed down a little, he also slowed down his voice, "Sit down and talk, you can just tell the truth, I won't tell the emperor."

Sixing still didn't speak, and after a while, Song Chunjing sighed, "Forget it, what's the difference, Mr. He is just trying to figure out what the emperor thinks."

Sixing shook his head firmly but slowly.

"It wasn't Mr. He's idea?" He was stunned for a moment and asked deeply.

Sixing's face was full of tears, his brows were furrowed, and he looked sad and sad at first glance.

He nodded slightly.

Song Chunjing sat on a large chair, looking at He Sixing's moist eyes.

From the very beginning, he imagined the reason why Shen Huan invited himself out of the teacher's school.

At that time, Li Chen, the biggest suspect in this incident, was also present, and immediately clarified that he did not manipulate it.

Song Chunjing believed it.

But if it wasn't him, who was He Si talking about just now?

Sixing stood not far away and looked at his unpredictable face. The pores of his body couldn't help but open, and his heart was pounding. After a while, his voice, which had been lost because of fear, finally returned to normal, "Master Song... "

Song Chunjing looked up at him, only to see a pale face.

He Sixing was afraid, maybe he was afraid that Li Chen would trouble him if he found out, maybe he was afraid that he would not accept him as his apprentice, or maybe he was afraid that his father would be hurt by the incident at this time.

Song Chunjing took a breath indistinctly, and said seriously: "Don't be afraid, I will keep it a secret for you. You know what I know at this time, and I will definitely not let the emperor know."

His words had the power to calm people's hearts, and calmed Sixing's heart that was hanging up and down.

He regained his composure and knelt on the ground again, "Master Song, please accept me as your apprentice."

Song Chunjing didn't react.

He usually has a calm and self-sustaining expression, so this moment of gaffe seems to be an opportunity for people to take advantage of.

Sixing blurted out: "I am diligent, studious and willing to endure hardships. I will definitely live up to your... and my father's expectations."

Song Chunjing looked at his raised face.

Young, beautiful, and intelligent in his eyes.

No matter where you look at it, it is a good seedling.

However, Song Chunjing closed his eyes, opened them again, calmed down his expression, and explained: "I have asked for leave now, if you want to apprentice, you can wait until I cancel the leave."

Thinking about it carefully, Sixing immediately kowtowed heavily, "Thank you, Master!"

Song Chunjing: "Just call him the Imperial Physician of Song Dynasty."

Sixing ignored his alienation and smiled happily.

"It's getting late, you should go back today." Song Chunjing said.

"Yes." Sixing respectfully responded, and stood up.

When he turned around, he thanked him again, "Thank you, Doctor Song."

Song Chunjing also stood up and sent him out.

As expected, He Houcong was standing around the flower garden, but the flower garden of Song Chunjing's house was different from other houses, and they planted some uncommon herbs and the like. He could not find the flowers of ordinary people for a long time, and felt deeply that he just slapped the horse's leg superior.

Song Chunjing sent Sixing out from the inner room, stood by the door and looked at him, He Houcong walked over quickly, and boasted: "Master Song is ingenious, most of the lower officials who plant these flowers and plants don't know them, they are really ignorant gone."

"It's some uncommon herbs." Song Chunjing replied.

He Houcong turned his head towards him, and took a look at He Sixing.

He Sixing's face was full of tears, but he was a little happy about the application, and for a while he couldn't tell how he responded, whether he was successful or not.

He paused for a moment, and asked with a smile: "Lord Song, this dog..."

He Sixing tugged at the back of his robe and winked at him.

This time he immediately understood, and quickly thanked, "Ah, I was in a hurry when I came here, and I didn't have time to prepare. When I got home, I immediately asked someone to bring the small gift. I thank you sir first!"

Song Chunjing smiled and said, "Your Excellency, you don't have to be polite with me."

He Sixing pulled He Houcong's clothes again, and He Houcong said: "Then I won't disturb your rest, my father and son will leave first."

"Please." Song Chunjing said.

It was really poking and bouncing, and he refused to say a single extra word.

However, the expression is still gentle and respectful, making it difficult for people to find fault.

He Houcong had nothing to say when he was bullied, but fortunately he had already gained experience from many visits, so he was not angry.

Song Chunjing stood under the gate, watching the figures of the two of them disappear. The afterglow of the setting sun was swallowed up by the horizon. Except for the horizon, the surrounding area seemed to be covered with a layer of gray and white cloth, airtight and hot. .

He stood for a while, the sky became more and more groggy, and the air became thinner and hotter.

A gorgeous carriage appeared at the end of the road in the distance, and the strong horse spread its hooves, split the heavy sky, and rushed to the front in the blink of an eye.

Yan Zhen got off the horse on one side, bent slightly and walked forward quickly, stretching out a hand to meet him, "Lord Song, the emperor pleases."

Song Chunjing listened to the address in his words and looked at him sideways.

Yan Zhen said softly, and smiled respectfully, "The emperor said that Mr. Song has asked for leave, and he might be bored if he only stays at home. Please go over to have dinner together, and go to the city street to watch the temple fair in the evening."

Song Chunjing slightly raised his eyebrows.

Yan Zhen explained: "Today is Xiaoman, and there is plenty of rain this year, which is a good sign for a good harvest, and it is worth the world's peace. The temple fair for celebration is scheduled to start today."

He stopped for a moment to look at Song Chunjing's expression, and found that he still had that half-warm expression, and was about to say something else, but Song Chunjing passed him without saying a word, and walked towards the carriage.

Someone knelt beside the car, waiting for him to get in.

It is the special ladder for the prince.

Song Chunjing didn't even look at him, he put his foot on the man's back and got into the car.

Yan Zhen didn't seem to have expected it at all. He felt that it was a waste to prepare a bellyful of fresh words, and felt that Song Chunjing, who hadn't seen him for a long time, was already so easy to invite?

But in the end please get in the car.

Yan Zhen waved his hand immediately, and the carriage galloped away along the way it came.

East Palace.

Li Chen was about to go out, but unexpectedly, the Ministry of Rites also sent someone to explain the matter at night, so he was blocked.

He sat in the study, listening to each other without saying a word, looking at the sky outside from time to time.

Zhao Yicai, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, said in a long voice: "The next official will explain to you the things you should pay attention to when you seal the seal..."

"Is it going to rain?" Li Chen asked suddenly.

Zhao Yicai turned her head and looked at the sky outside, feeling groggy, which was quite different from the scene when the sun was setting and the sun was shining brightly just now.

Li Chen turned his head and asked, "What did you say? Are you a queen?"

Zhao Yicai also noticed that he was absent-minded, but he still had to explain what should be explained clearly, so he repeated: "Xiaguan, let me tell you about the matter after the seal..."

"Let's talk later." Li Chen interrupted him, "If it rains, will there still be a temple fair in the city?"

Zhao Yicai shook his head as soon as he thought about it, "There are many people in the temple fair, and it is very dangerous to mix fish and dragons. The emperor must not go!"

Li Chen shut his mouth, feeling like a hornet's nest.

Zhao Yicai: "It's called a temple fair, but it's just bigger than the usual market. There are fewer vendors selling vegetables and fruits, and more things like throwing pots and rings. It's not much fun."

"No," Li Chen said resolutely before he continued, "Just ask."

Zhao Yicai looked at him suspiciously.

Li Chen looked outside calmly with a straight face, allowing him to look at him.

Zhao Yicai felt relieved and did not answer anything related to the temple fair, and continued to say: "If you move into the palace before the enthronement ceremony, then the queen will be canonized before moving into the palace. On the day of the ceremony, the emperor and queen will appear together." body, to be worshiped by all officials."

Li Chen: "Let's move after the ceremony."

"There is nothing like that," Zhao Yicai said, "Many things have to be prepared in the palace in advance, so as not to be in a hurry on that day."

Li Chen: "..."

"What's more, the Supreme Emperor has already moved to the Jiaodian Hall, and all the halls have been cleaned. If the Emperor wants to go, he can start moving in tomorrow." Zhao Yicai continued.

The palace is definitely not as free as the East Palace. Just setting the key regularly every night feels like being locked in a cage.

Li Chen didn't want to go, he even wanted to change the East Palace into the Palace of Qinzheng, and stay here to approve the memorials.

Zhao Yicai misunderstood the meaning of his silence, and said happily: "I will immediately find someone to plan tomorrow's relocation when I go back!"

"Wait, wait," he said immediately, tapped his finger on the table, and hurriedly said, "When is the latest to move?"

This is the latest and that is the latest, Zhao Yicai looked at him.

Li Chen, "Father didn't move to another palace, so I moved in rashly, fearing that he would feel uncomfortable and affect his health."

"The emperor is very considerate!" The new emperor is really pure and filial, and he has considered everything properly. Zhao Yicai was almost moved to tears, "But no matter how late, within ten days, we have to start moving."

"Ten days." Li Chen repeated, "...All right."

Zhao Yicai: "Then after this letter..."

"I'll talk about it later," Li Chen interrupted him again, "I have a headache, take a break."

Zhao Yicai immediately cared: "Does the emperor want to invite an imperial physician?"

"Already invited." He said.