Lonely non-good minister

His mind was broken, and the drink that Song Shi had just swallowed was bitter aftertaste. He pursed his lips and did not refute. He thought about Song Yuan's words in his heart, and asked himself if he did it again, he would still do it, but he would be more careful. , more rapidly.

"Have another drink." Song Yuan poured wine for him: "If you have anything to say, I can help you with it."

Song Shi grabbed the flagon directly: "My parents and wife are dead, who else will listen to my dying person? No need."

He raised his head and poured himself violently, and Song Yuan got up. Before going out, he took another look at him. When he left the cell, immediately a guard came over and stood guard outside to prevent him from committing suicide by smashing the dishes.

Coming out of the prison, Song Yuan asked where Song Jun was being held, and then turned to see him.

Song Jun was locked in a small courtyard where the sun could be exposed to the sun. The doors and windows were all iron bars, and there were officers and soldiers from the Weiwei Mansion in the courtyard. Song Yuan went to the window and looked in. Song Jun was lying on the narrow On the narrow wooden bed, his body was stained with blood, his hands and feet were also shackled, and there was still a faint smell of putrefaction in the room.

After watching for a while without seeing him move, Song Yuan withdrew and asked the officers and soldiers, "Is he injured so badly?"

"Returning to Your Highness, when he was first sent to the prison, he was about to die. First he fought with the imperial guards, and later he fought with His Highness the Crown Prince. His armor was rotten. A layer of skin, two arrowheads were buried too deep and couldn’t be pulled out, and they are still buried in the flesh, and the arm is only bandaged to stop the bleeding.”

Song Yuan frowned when he heard it: "The rancid smell in the room."

"The smell of festering wounds. Now that the weather is getting hotter and there is no medicine, rotten flesh has a smell. However, if you commit the crime of treason, you will die within a few days, so you don't need to bother with medical treatment."

Song Yuan didn't quite agree with this statement, and glanced at Wei Yan, Wei Yan immediately understood, took out two ingots of silver from his bosom and gave them to them: "This is a reward from His Highness the Ninth Prince."

Several officers and soldiers in the yard were stunned for a moment, and someone immediately said: "Why does Your Highness spend so much money? The imperial court didn't say that visiting is not allowed."

"Even a person who is about to die should not be tortured like this. I want to seek medical treatment for him, so I need your convenience." Song Yuan looked into the room: "Don't worry, it won't take too long."

They hesitated, and several of them made eye contact, and nodded their heads in agreement. Wei Yan didn't talk nonsense, and directly stuffed the money into their arms.

"Which imperial physician is your Highness planning to invite?" Wei Yan did not object to Song Yuan's idea, he had also been injured, and he knew how tormented it would be to die of a serious injury and let it rot.

Song Yuan thought about it carefully: "The imperial doctor can't do it, you can find someone who has a tight mouth and can heal trauma."

"Okay." Wei Yan went immediately.

Song Yuan motioned for the officers and soldiers to open the door, and she walked closer to take a closer look at Song Jun. The torment for this period of time had made him look haggard, his lips were pale, and there were food residues in front of his clothes. It can be seen that these officers and soldiers only ensured that he would eat something to survive. That's fine.

Song Yuan stood quietly for a long time before he slowly opened his eyes. Seeing that it was Song Yuan, the stagnant eyes became a bit emotional: "Why are you here?"

"Come and have a look." Song Yuan drove away the flies flying around him: "I have sent someone to call for a doctor."

Song Jun grinned: "I'm about to die, why do I need to see a doctor?"

"Anyway, he is a chic and wanton noble son, even if he dies, he will be decent." Song Yuan glanced at the bucket next to him: "Do you want some water?"

He nodded: "Is there any tea? My mouth is bitter."

The officers and soldiers hurriedly brought hot tea, Song Yuan blew it, held his head and carefully fed him, he drank it in one gulp, and took a breath: "It's comfortable."

Song Yuan glanced at his broken arm: "I'm afraid I won't be able to keep this arm."

"Then put it away for me, even if you die, you have to have a complete body, otherwise you will have no arms or legs in your next life, and it will be difficult to make a living." His tone was flat, and he no longer had the same spirit as before.

Song Yuan sat down at the side, not knowing what to say, and soon Wei Yan came back with the doctor, the doctor was well prepared, after carefully looking at Song Jun's injury, although his brows were frowned, but his hands were swift. Open the medicine cabinet.

"Can the shoulders in his body be dug out?" Song Yuan asked, "It doesn't feel good to have an arrow buried in his head."

The doctor nodded: "If you can dig, that's it."

"Go ahead, I'm not afraid of pain." Song Jun looked at Fangliang.

The doctor lit the candles, carefully roasted the dagger on the fire, and started. Song Juan roared in pain, his face turned pale in an instant, beads of sweat covered his cheeks and neck, and he couldn't control it. His eyes widened.

The sound of the arrow squeezing the flesh and pulling it out was creepy. With a sound of 'dang', the arrow was thrown on the ground by the doctor, temporarily stopping the bleeding. The doctor went to dig another one. After another torture, the second arrow It was also dug out, and the blood on his body was barely wiped clean, and the doctor sprinkled medicinal powder on it and carefully bandaged it.

His arm was hopeless. After the doctor took off the gauze, the smell of rotting flesh rushed out of his nose. Even Wei Yan couldn't bear it and retched twice. After the flesh was cut off, his arm was removed, and cleaning up the rotten flesh was a very painful thing, Song Juan endured it all the time and remained silent.

It was getting dark, and the doctor finally finished his work. After washing his hands, he wiped the sweat from his head, and told Song Yuan: "Your Highness, this son is weak and has lost a lot of blood. I'm afraid it will not be so easy after a long delay." get well."

"It's okay, it's fine if you don't torture people like before." Song Yuan signaled Wei Yan to send people out.

She glanced at Song Jun who had passed out from the pain, carefully wrapped his arm and put it aside, came out and told the officers and soldiers to take care of him before leaving.

It was already dark outside, and she was about to get in the car to go back, when someone rode close to her: "You are really kind, please ask the doctor to treat Song Jun's injury."

Song Yuan searched for the sound, and saw that it was Song Zhu, who was sitting on horseback, and he didn't know if he had just passed by or had been waiting for a long time.

Song Yuan hurriedly cupped his fists: "Third brother."

"The two of them are dying people. If you are so kind, you will be taken advantage of." Song Zhu glanced inside: "No matter how well you manage, you will be looked down upon."

Song Yuan hurriedly said: "Yes, I was careless, thank you third brother for reminding me, I must be careful."

She didn't refute, Song Zhu didn't say any more, and drove away with his men.

"My lord, will His Highness make a fuss about this matter?" Wei Yan was very worried.

Song Yuan shook his head: "What's the fuss? Just because I asked a doctor to treat Song Jun and said that I had colluded with the former prince? This is too unbelievable, don't worry about it, just be more careful in the future, this is the time It is also bad luck to be met by him here."