This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Shen Huan didn't have time to think deeply, so he was ignited by other meanings in these few sentences, and then read aloud: "Consolation to the General's Mansion, he will be a good emperor..."

"You are speaking for him," Shen Huan said affirmatively, "Are you afraid that my head will make some messy things, and you advise me to live in a corner, afraid that I will cause trouble for him?"

"That's not what it means." Song Chunjing said immediately.

Shen Huan's chest rose and fell violently several times, and Song Chunjing frowned as he heard the panting of the bellows, feeling that he shouldn't say too much.

After all, he was young, and suddenly he was in great distress. He just learned the news that the general was not there, and it was the moment when all thoughts were lost, so there was no reason to speak of.

"If you want to continue studying medicine, come back to Beijing with me, and I will teach you well," Song Chunjing avoided the topic that made him sad, and assured him in a low voice, "I will protect you and won't let you get hurt again."

In the middle of the night, the deliberately slowed down voice was like porridge warmed by candlelight, lingering and cordial.

He tried his best to be gentle: "I also hope in my heart that you will go back. At least Beijing is more convenient than living here."

Shen Huan sat up suddenly, a burst of dizziness in his head failed to stop his anger, "Go back and earn a living under his nose? Cowardly for the rest of your life?!"

"Master!" He shouted angrily, "You were not like this before! What kind of ecstasy did he give you!"

There were hurried footsteps outside the tent, and a tall figure was reflected on the tent, looking stronger than himself, "Physician Song, what happened...do you need help?"

Wu Da heard the movement and arrived in the blink of an eye.

"It's okay." Song Chunjing stood up, signaled Shen Huan to be quiet, and walked out by himself.

He took off the cloak on the side of the tent and draped it over his shoulders. He kept on stepping, and then he stretched out his hand and opened the door curtain.

The temperature outside is at the lowest moment, and the stars in the sky seem to be frozen, both bright and cold.

"You haven't slept so late." Uda said.

"Slept for a while, woke up to breathe." Song Chunjing looked up at the sky, the stars twinkled in his eyes, and his whole face was glowing with delicate moonlight.

Wu Da almost couldn't look away, and said frightened: My blue sky, what kind of fairy face is this.

"When are we going back to Beijing?" He asked.

Song Chunjing: "Wait a little longer."

Wu Da thought for a while, "If you don't go back, you should delay your work."

"Let's see the situation tomorrow, the people from the General's Mansion should also be here," he said.

Wu Da wanted to say more, but after much deliberation, she didn't know what to persuade.

Song Chunjing tilted his head and coughed, "Go and rest, you don't have to watch over here all the time, I will come to you if necessary."

Uda touched the straight and hard bridge of his nose in embarrassment, "Then I'm leaving?"

Song Chunjing nodded politely at him, indicating that please go easy.

He is good-looking and has excellent medical skills, but he still knows how to behave.

Yiliu came with a respectful and submissive attitude, holding people in his eyes.

Wu Da walked away with a grim face, howling in his heart, thinking that Song Chunjing was really a rare piece of gold.

Wherever you go, you will be respected, watched, and never forgotten.

Song Chunjing watched him go away, and stood outside in the extreme cold looking at the tents.

Inside, Shen Huan looked at the figure he cast on the tent, which was even colder than Han Ye.

After a while, Song Chunjing, who stood motionless on the spot, finally raised his foot and stepped on the ground a few times.

He exhaled white and boundless hot air, turned around and opened the door curtain and walked in.

Shen Huan watched as he took off his cloak and hung it by the door, and stood by the door to take a breather. His upright figure was like a watered autumn bamboo, stained with a little frost, but he stood upright, as if there was a support on his back. a sword.

Song Chunjing felt warm all over, and was about to go in to see if Shen Huan was asleep.

Chen Huan turned over and covered his head with the quilt.

Song Chunjing paused, stopped far away, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

"I'm sorry..." Shen Huan nestled under the quilt, biting the heavy quilt in his mouth, and let out a whimpering cry, which sounded indistinct but extremely sad, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to talk like this, I can't control it Own……"

"The same person has different fate. He was born in a smooth sailing, and I had to run around when I was born. He is golden and precious, and finally became the emperor. What about me?" He cried bitterly, pouring out the grievances buried in his heart all these years, "I am a disaster, the General's Mansion is also implicated by me, my father died because of me, I..."

Song Chunjing stood where he was, listening to the whimpering accusation.

"Master, you can come to the Northwest just because of his face, since you said sorry to me... I should know..."

Chen Huan twitched the corners of his mouth tightly in the cramped air: "You thought it was because he forced me to ask me to leave the school that this disaster started, so you came here to appease me and explain for him."

Song Chunjing's heart jumped when he heard what he said, and he wanted to ask if he didn't do it?

But there are priorities, and as a person, he would definitely not ask at this moment.

He walked over to the bed, squatted down, and gently patted Shen Huan's head through the quilt, trying his best to calm him down, so he denied it first, "No."

"No?" Shen Huan smiled wryly for a few times, and barely stopped, his tone revealed complex emotions that didn't match his age: "What is that? The Imperial Physician Song who can make me stand tall."

"What about after returning to Beijing? Re-accept me as an apprentice," he has completely collapsed, and almost entered a state of anger with no desire to survive. "It is clear that you think this is his sin, so you want to compensate me for him." !"

"...Is it right?" He suddenly lifted the quilt and asked hoarsely, "Isn't it?!"

Song Chunjing's lips loosened, and he exhaled a stagnant and heavy breath.

He remained silent, accepted all his accusations and blames, stretched out his hand, pulled the quilt to cover him, and then silently tucked the corner of the quilt.

It was as if Shen Huan had punched the cotton, and the submissive silence didn't make him feel better, on the contrary it made him even more sad.

However, he had been crying for too long, his eyelids were red and swollen covering his vision, and it hurt when he was slightly wet.

His eyes suddenly became cold, and he put on a slightly cool towel.

Then it was Song Chunjing who pressed his hands together.

"Ice will help," he said.

Shen Huan lay flat on the bed discouraged, the towel was warmed by body temperature, Song Chunjing replaced it with a new one and covered him again.

Shen Huan closed his eyes, feeling the icy coolness.

The boy who lost his protection grew up overnight, looking at the darkness in front of him, his heart in his chest seemed to be tightly clenched, breathing with difficulty.

After a moment of silence, his breathing finally stabilized and he fell into a deep sleep.

He held on, both physically and mentally, he was too tired.

In the dark, Song Chunjing looked at the boy's slightly swollen face soaked in tears.

He just freed up time to think about what Shen Huan said just now, and thought: Shen Huan no longer studied medicine, is it not Li Chen who instigated it behind the scenes, and I listened to what He Sixing said, and almost wronged him? ?

In the middle of the night, the strings in his head were tense, and he also had a headache.

After changing Shen Huan's towel several times in succession, he looked at the person who had fallen asleep, and then returned to the bed at the other end, and fell asleep with his clothes on.

Everything is silent, the sky is high and the land is wide in the northwest, and the guards on duty silently look into the distance.

Thousands of tents under the watchtower all turned off their lights and fell into a light sleep.

The first horn blew in the morning, the sky was dimly bright outside, and the rustling of clothes suddenly sounded everywhere.

Practice begins.

Song Chunjing sat up with a headache and took a while to wake up.

He glanced at the opposite side, and found that Shen Huan was still asleep, so he gently picked up the things for washing and walked out of the tent with a basin in his hand.

Wu Da looked at the soldiers coming and going, stood aside and waited until Song Chunjing wiped off the water droplets on his face, then went forward to pick up the water he had used, ran to pour it out quickly, and brought back the empty basin.

Song Chunjing rested lightly by the door, and took a deep breath of the cold morning air.

He is an insomniac, he didn't sleep in the middle of the night, his fatigue was obvious, and the under eye circles were faintly darkened.

Wu Da glanced inside from the gap in the door curtain, and lowered his voice: "Physician Song, shall we return to Beijing today?"

Just as Song Chunjing was about to speak, a soldier ran over from a distance, "My lords, the general invites you."

The two looked at each other, swallowed the words in their mouths, and followed him to the discussion table.

General Lin was wearing armor but no helmet, sitting inside and sighing sadly at a person.

As soon as the door curtain moved, he looked up at the person coming, and immediately got up, his expression relaxed a little, "Please sit down."

The person opposite him also stood up, but he was not as polite as him, he only raised his eyelids slightly and tightened his lips, with a long face.

A white belt is tied around the waist.

The housekeeper of the General's Mansion finally arrived after traveling day and night.

The East Palace and the General's Mansion were originally at odds, and the death of the General became a stalemate. The butler's behavior was too obvious, and Wu Da didn't bother to hide it, so he rolled his eyes upwards.

General Lin looked at both sides, his eyes rolled back and forth in the middle of his sockets, suppressed all kinds of emotions, pretended not to notice anything, and asked with a smile: "When will Commander Wuda plan to return to Beijing?"

Wu Da glanced at Song Chunjing, and the corners of Song Chunjing's mouth twitched, "Since the chief steward is here, we will leave soon."

General Lin glanced at the housekeeper and Wu Da, but neither of them said a word, as if they had tacitly agreed.

"When you are going to leave, you have to tell me in advance, so that you can prepare a banquet in advance and send one to two." General Lin said.

Wu Da was tired of his deep-rooted questions, but he didn't get Song Chunjing's instructions, so he replied stiffly: "No need, quit drinking."