Chapter 349 Lord Changan is absolutely loyal to His Majesty
A blind imperial physician, with the help of his colleagues, put two fingers on the young man's wrist while eating. He was the imperial physician in the Imperial Medical Office whose ability to detect pulses was second only to Xia Wuji's.
Humans have six senses: eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind.
If one of the senses is lost, the body will automatically adjust so that the other five senses are more or less strengthened, which is different from ordinary people.
After a few breaths, the blind imperial doctor who was supposed to be unable to see anything raised his head, his colorless eyes fixed on Ying Huhai, making the young man shrink his neck with guilt.
The blind imperial doctor had a strange color on his face.
"Young Master 18, please change your hand."
Ying Huhai did as he was told.
The two index fingers of the young man's right hand were cut off, and they were placed on the young man's left wrist. After a moment, the strange color on the blind doctor's face became more intense.
"How is my son?"
The First Emperor asked urgently.
The blind imperial physician followed the voice and turned to the First Emperor, bowing his head with hesitation on his face.
The First Emperor's heart sank, his face darkened, and he shouted:
"Sir, what is there that you can't say? My son's headache cannot be cured!"
The blind doctor shook his head in panic and smiled bitterly.
"Your Majesty, please allow me to inquire about it carefully."
He fumbled his way back to the seat in front of the young man, and the blind doctor asked softly.
"I dare to ask, young master eighteen, do you still have a headache?"
"……Headache."
"Is it the pain like a needle prick, the pain like a bump, or the pain like being hit by a blunt object? Young Master Eighteen can tell me something?"
"Blunt object blow."
"Really? The Eighteenth Young Master's pulse shows that the cold wind has entered the brain, which should be like a needle pricking pain. How could it be a blow with a blunt object? It shouldn't be."
"Hu Hai said it wrong just now. It hurts like a pinprick."
The blind imperial doctor stopped talking, bowed his hands to the First Emperor, and left to do his own thing.
He has made his words very clear.
When Ying Huhai saw the only imperial doctor who could complain about his headache leaving, he stood up anxiously.
"Why are you leaving? You haven't cured my headache yet!"
The First Emperor's face was gloomy, with anger hidden in his eyes, and he winked at Zhang Han behind him.
Zhang Han understood this and stepped forward to stop the 18th Young Master. He placed his palm on the young man's heart. The surging internal energy surged out, and a great Zhou Tianhou swam inside the young man's body. She shook her head slightly at the First Emperor in a vague manner.
The First Emperor's expression became even worse - Zhang Han told him that there was nothing abnormal about the 18th Young Master.
Although Zhang Han, who has reached the highest level of martial arts, has no medical skills, if there is no abnormality in his vigorous inner strength, it will prove that his youngest son is not sick.
Whether a person is sick or not, it is not certain whether a skilled martial artist can cure it, but it is not a big problem to judge.
There are clues that can be detected from the blood flow rate, heartbeat frequency, the amount of Qi in the meridians, etc.
But the boy who played until he was nine years old didn't know this.
He lied and was seen through.
It is extremely difficult for children to hide from adults.
Adults don't understand children's innocence, and children don't understand adults' methods.
"Walk!"
The First Emperor did not wait for his youngest son and hurried out of the Imperial Medical Office with a dark face.
[I then said that the disease was so ugly that so many imperial doctors could not identify the disease. They must have noticed that this traitor was pretending to be ill! He dared not say anything! What a shame!]
The blind imperial doctor did not directly tell him that his youngest son was pretending to be ill. Firstly, he did not dare to say so, and secondly, he wanted to save face for him.
The First Emperor felt so embarrassed that he could no longer stay in the Imperial Medical Office. Every second, he felt that the imperial doctors were laughing at him in his heart.
The secret method that Zhao Gao used on Ying Huhai was very sinister. It forced some knowledge into him at the cost of brain damage.
This knowledge cannot be remembered for a long time, but it is enough. Zhao Gao only needs his student to perform like a genius when the First Emperor inspects him.
As for the decline of Ying Huhai's intelligence afterwards, it was just right that only such a Qin II could be under his control and defeat the Qin Dynasty, killing two birds with one stone.
The brain is the most mysterious part of the human body. Zhao Gao has high confidence in his sinister secret method and thinks that almost no one can find it out.
The only thing he was worried about was Xia Wuqi, the imperial doctor who had taken him away in advance.
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"I have lost all my face to this traitor!"
In Epang Palace, the First Emperor roared in a low voice and told Xijun what had just happened from his perspective.
According to the story of the First Emperor, Ying Huhai pretended to have a headache and did not want to study, and wanted to retaliate by killing Zhao Gao, who had tried his best to teach him to this point. In the end, even his father, the emperor, was deceived and lost face in the Imperial Medical Office.
Afang comforted the First Emperor, saying that he would strictly discipline Ying Huhai, who had been scolded and slapped on the palm of his hand.
In the side hall, the palace maid applied golden sore medicine to Ying Huhai and wrapped layer after layer of cloth around his bloody hands.
The young man stared blankly at the bed beam, the severe pain in his hands far less than the pain in his heart.
Just now, the First Emperor got furious and forced him to admit that he was pretending to be ill. He hit his palm hard with a three-inch thick ruler that was wider than his small hand.
At first he was tough and said he had a headache.
After two clicks of the ruler, his little hands were red and swollen. The young man who recognized the reality told the truth.
"Uuuuu, at the Imperial Medical Office, uuuuu, after a while, uuuuuu, the headache no longer hurts."
Bang bang~
The ruler fell faster than before, and the First Emperor's anger became stronger than before.
When his little palm was bloody and bloody, the boy who couldn't bear the pain shed tears of pain and grievance and admitted the "fact" that he didn't have a headache at all.
[Uncle, Hu Hai’s head really hurts. Come and see if Hu Hai is okay...]
The young man pursed his lips in grievance, and crystal tears fell down the corners of his eyes, soaking the pillow wrapped by Shu Duo.
From a small dot, dye it into a large area.
Outside the courtyard of Afang Palace, Ping'er, who was beautiful and had a sweet smile, was intercepted again.
The palace maid who executed eunuchs at random in Afang Palace and had the queen's personal support, was wearing a bright yellow dress and was stopped by two male officials crossing their arms.
"Sister Ping'er, don't make it difficult for me to wait."
Lang Guan on the left smiled bitterly and said that he and Ping'er have a good relationship and have known each other for several years.
Blocking the road at this time was not what he wanted.
Queen Afang has an order that her personal maid, Ping'er, is not allowed to leave Afang Palace. If she is allowed to do so, all the male officials on duty in Afang Palace will be from the Yi tribe.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Taking advantage of the Emperor's arrival, Afang had no time to take care of it. Ping'er, who wanted to sneak away, glanced at Lang Guan, who was silent on the right.
The Lang Guan on the left is a real Lang Guan, and the one on the right is the Iron Eagle Swordsman who can be chosen at most 800 out of 100,000 people.
She was confident that she could defeat one Iron Eagle Swordsman head-on. Two of them could be tried, but three would be very difficult.
The number of Iron Eagle Swordsmen here is unknown.
She turned her eyes to the officers on duty outside.
The chest was tied with pieces of wood, and the pieces of wood were threaded through ropes to cover the vital parts. This was the armor. They all looked at it, and everyone's body was tense - if Ping'er ran away, the three tribes would be defeated.
Among these lieutenants, many of them were very strange to Ping'er - they were not the usual lieutenants on duty at Afang Palace.
How many Iron Eagle Swordsmen are among these unfamiliar faces? Who can know before the fight begins?
At night.
Late at night.
Afang opened his eyes, and with the faint light from the ever-burning lamp that was lit at night, he said to the slender black figure standing in front of the rosewood bed:
"Even if you stand here all night, I won't let you out."
"Why don't you let it go?"
The voice was full of chill.
He took half a step forward, and that face with an unusually sweet smile, covered in frost, was Ping'er.
"Uncle has withdrawn all the secret guards, and you are no longer a secret guard. I have no children, and I have already regarded you as my own daughter. Just stay with me and don't worry about other things, okay?"
Before Concubine Hu's death, Ping'er would release a dove every once in a while. The dove flew eastward, to be more precise, toward Han.
Afang knows all this very well.
If Ping'er is not allowed to leave the boundary of Afang Palace, Ping'er will not be able to tell Ying Chengyu what happened in Xianyang Palace.
"Does the Queen think that Lord Chang'an will ignore human ethics?"
Ping'er pointed at her pretty face and said angrily:
"There are so many people who want to sleep in the bed of Lord Chang'an, and Ping'er is one of them. Although Concubine Hu is beautiful, I am not bad either. Why would Lord Chang'an abandon me and force Concubine Hu to be evil?"
"Perhaps my uncle is as good a wife as his Majesty Cao Mengde?"
Afang smiled and answered, which made Ping'er even angrier.
Before she could speak again, Afang waved his hand.
"It's just a joke. I know your uncle's character very well. He will definitely not do such a thing. It is rare in the ages to be able to practice "Yellow Emperor" and achieve great success. Don't say that he is attracted to that bitch, but that bitch is naked.
Even in terms of clothes and accessories, my uncle won’t even look at a thin waist.”
Ping'er's anger softened slightly.
"Then why does the queen want to stop the bottle?
"Mr. Chang'an has long said that Zhao Gao is ambitious and this matter must be closely related to Zhao Gao!"
Afang said with a faint smile but not a smile:
"Zhao Gao is very ambitious, but what about uncle? He is so loyal?"
"Mr. Chang'an is absolutely loyal to His Majesty!"
"Since you are so loyal, I will keep you in Xianyang Palace to inform you. After going to Han Dynasty, do you still need to keep track of every possible situation in Xianyang Palace?"
"Mr. Chang'an is concerned about His Majesty's safety! Before leaving, Mr. Chang'an specifically told Ping'er that if something happens to the Eighteenth Young Master and Zhao Gao is involved, it must be Zhao Gao's fault!"
"Oh? That's strange. Witchcraft can predict the future now, right?"
Ping'er didn't need to look at Afang's pretended surprised face, but just by the tone of his voice, Ping'er knew that the queen didn't believe it.
Not to mention the queen, before the incident happened, Ping'er didn't believe what the young master said. She just thought it was because he didn't want to take her away, and she hid in the bed and cried for a long time.
But it wasn't until the incident actually happened, and Ping'er, who was treated as if she were her own by the queen and kept everything secret, realized that the young master's words that only she could detect it were not just words - there were so many secret guards, and only she could obtain such secret information.
Ping'er was so angry that she didn't know what to say, so Afang pinched her little face like a bun lovingly.
"You are just like me. To use my uncle's words, you and I are both love brains."
The candle of the eternal lamp burned slowly, and Queen Afang's words were meaningful.
"Zhao Gao is a middle-aged man, so what can he do no matter how powerful he is? Without Your Majesty, he is nothing.
"Uncle belongs to the Ying clan and is someone who can ascend to the throne.
"For some things, it doesn't matter what the truth is. Zhao Gao is just a vine clinging to His Majesty's towering tree, while my uncle is another towering tree growing beside His Majesty.
"Zhao Gao will not threaten His Majesty, but uncle will, understand?"
It’s not that the Queen didn’t know that there was something fishy about Concubine Hu’s death, but she didn’t continue to investigate further. This was the reason.
All of Zhao Gao's rights come from the First Emperor himself, and he has lost the dignity of the most important man and will not pose a threat to the country.
In contrast, the uncle who answered every call clearly made Afang more afraid.
"understood."
Ping'er nodded lightly.
"Go to bed, it's getting late."
The queen smiled.
"The queen thinks that by closing the bottle, she can lock the eyes and ears of Lord Chang'an?"
"Are you saying that if you don't do it for a long time, my uncle will become suspicious?"
The queen yawned, lay back on the soft animal skin, opened the brocade quilt and patted the empty space.
"Don't worry so much, let's sleep together.
"Since my uncle left, the time, interval, location, type of pigeon, handwriting, and paper used when you released the pigeons have all been recorded in detail.
"Although you haven't released any pigeons these days, not a single pigeon has fallen from my uncle's side."
The queen in charge of the harem is definitely not a flower vase.
This time Ping'er was placed under house arrest, and Concubine Hu's death was just a pretext.
Even if there is no such reason, Afang will do this.
She couldn't tolerate everything in Xianyang Palace being under the eyes of others, even if that person tried to protect her as the queen and tried his best to help her man become the uncle of the King of Qin.
She had long since found a craftsman who could perfectly imitate Ping'er's handwriting, and she had long been prepared to prevent Ping'er from doing anything wrong.
Ping'er smiled sweetly, very cute and beautiful.
He took off his coat and got into the queen's bed.
"Is this inconvenience good? After a while, as long as you no longer deliver letters to uncle, how can I bear to lock you up."
Afang, who thought that Ping'er recognized the reality and obeyed, touched the soft hair of the personal maid in his arms and said happily.
Ping'er hugged the queen who was really thinking about herself, and said apologetically:
"Thank you Queen for your kindness, Ping'er can't bear it."
"……how?"
"The only person who can defeat the young master is the young master himself."
Ah Fang's movement stagnated, his body tensed for a moment, then relaxed quickly, he pinched the bottle's nose and cursed:
"Damn girl, you dare to scare me!"
"Ping'er is telling the truth."
Because his nose was pinched, Ping'er's words were a little less sweet and a little more dull.
In this dim night, there is a slight trace of strange light.
"Ping'er is not the only one in Xianyang Palace."
"You girl are here to scare me again. Except for you, all the secret guards have withdrawn. Even if there are any remaining ones, they are dead."
After Ying Chengyu left, the First Emperor carried out three thorough sweeps of Xianyang Palace. No secret guard could hide under such sweeps, not even those with martial arts skills as high as Gai Nie.
"Whatever the queen thinks will be fine."
Ping'er smiled sweetly, closed her eyes, hugged the queen tightly, and said:
"Go to bed, it's getting late."
Two days later.
The Chu concubine, who was covered in bright red and wore a Chu people's wide robe and long sleeves, went out in her best clothes and brought a group of eunuchs and maids to the outside of Afang Palace.
Queen Afang received the news early before Concubine Chu arrived.
The face of Zhongrenzhi became ugly, which was in sharp contrast with the sweet-smiling personal maid Ping'er beside him.
"Stop her, she's gone!"
"only."
A palace maid ran out and told the official outside about Afang's order.
Ping'er came forward, squeezed the queen's shoulders, and said with a smile:
"The queen thinks that if Iron Eagle Swordsman can stop Ping'er, he can stop Concubine Chu?"
Afangfeng's sharp eyes cast the sternest gaze on his beloved Ping'er.