My Brother Daqin No. 1 Dude

Chapter 354 Lord Chang'an is absolutely loyal to His Majesty
A blind imperial physician, with the help of his colleagues, placed two fingers on the young man's wrist. He is the imperial physician who is second only to Xia Wuqie in the art of cutting pulse in the imperial medical office.

Humans have six senses, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind.

Losing one of the senses, 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 doctor, who was supposed to be unable to see anything, raised his head, and his colorless eyes were fixed on Ying Huhai, causing the young man to shrink back guiltily.

The blind imperial physician's face has a strange color.

"Young Master Eighteen, please change your hand."

Ying Huhai followed suit.

Cut off the middle index finger of the boy's right hand, and put it on the boy's left wrist.A moment later, 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 bowed his head to the first emperor, showing hesitation.

The first emperor's heart sank, his face was gloomy, and he shouted:
"Sir, what's the secret? My son's headache can't be cured!"

The blind imperial physician shook his head in panic and gave a wry smile.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to ask you carefully."

Fumbling again to sit on the seat in front of the boy, the blind genius doctor asked softly.

"Dare to ask the eighteenth son, but still have a headache?"

"……Headache."

"Is it a pain like a needle prick, a pain like a bump, or a pain like a blunt object hitting you, maybe eighteen young masters can say something?"

"Smashing with blunt objects."

"Really? The eighteenth son's pulse shows that the wind is entering the brain. It should be a pain like a needle prick. How could it be a blunt object? It shouldn't be."

"Hu Hai was wrong just now, it hurts like a needle prick."

The blind imperial physician stopped talking, bowed his hands to Emperor Shihuang, and left to do his own business.

He has made his words very clear.

Seeing the only imperial physician who could tell his headache leave, Ying Huhai stood up anxiously.

"How did you go? You haven't cured my headache yet!"

The first emperor's face was gloomy, and there was anger in his eyes, and he winked at Zhang Han behind him.

Zhang Han understood, stepped forward to stop the Eighteenth Prince, put his palm on the young man's heart, surging internal energy gushed out, swam through the young man's body for a long time, then shook his head slightly at Emperor Shihuang in a vague way.

The first emperor's complexion became worse and worse - Zhang Han told him that there was nothing unusual about the Eighteenth Prince.

Although Zhang Han, who has reached the peak of martial arts, has no medical skills, if there is no abnormality in his vigorous internal energy, it proves that his youngest son is not sick.

Whether a person is sick or not, and whether a skilled warrior can cure it is not certain, but it is not a big problem to judge.

From the blood flow rate, the heartbeat frequency, the amount of qi in the meridians, etc., there are clues.

And these, the boy who played until the age of nine did not know.

He lied and was seen through.

It is extremely difficult for children to hide from adults.

Adults don't understand the innocence of children, and children don't know the means of adults.

"go!"

The First Emperor hurried out of the Imperial Medical Office with a dark face without waiting for his youngest son.

[I just said that the disease is so ugly, so many imperial doctors can't determine the disease.They must have seen that this rebellious son was pretending to be sick!Don't dare to speak!What a shame! ]
The blind imperial physician didn't directly say that his youngest son was pretending to be sick, because he didn't dare to say it, and the second was to save face for him.

The first emperor, who felt very ashamed, couldn't stay in the Imperial Medical Office any longer.Every second, he felt that those imperial doctors were laughing at him in their hearts.

The secret technique that Zhao Gao used on Ying Huhai was very vicious. At the cost of brain damage, he forcibly poured some knowledge into it for a short time.

This knowledge can't be remembered for too long, but it is enough, Zhao Gao only needs that his student can behave like a genius when the first emperor inspects.

As for Ying Huhai's mental decline afterward, that's just right, so Qin II can be controlled by him, and only then can he defeat Da Qin, killing two birds with one stone.

The brain is the most mysterious part of the human body, and Zhao Gao has high confidence in his insidious secret method, thinking to himself that almost no one can detect it.

The only thing he is worried about is Xia Wuqi, the imperial physician's order that he took away in advance.

…………

"My face has been completely lost by this rebellious son!"

In Efang Palace, the First Emperor roared in a low voice, and in front of Xijun, he narrated what just happened from his perspective.

In the narration of the first emperor, Ying Huhai pretended to have a headache and didn't want to study, and wanted to avenge him by killing Zhao Gao who had tried his best to teach him so far.In the end, even his father lied to him, and he lost face in the Imperial Medical Office.

A Fang comforted the first emperor, saying that Ying Hu Hai, who had been reprimanded and slapped, would be severely disciplined.

In the side hall, the maid applied golden sore medicine for Ying Huhai, and wrapped layer after layer of cloth on his bloody hands.

The young man stared blankly at the beam of the bed, the pain in his hands was far less than the pain in his heart.

Just now, Emperor Shi Huang lost his temper and forced him to admit that he was faking illness.Hit his palm hard with the three-inch thick ruler wider than his small palm.

At first he was still stubborn, saying that he had a headache.

After he tapped the ruler twice, his small hands were red and swollen. The young man who recognized the reality told the truth.

"Woooo, at the Imperial Medical Office, woo, after a while, woooo, the headache is gone."

clap~
The ruler fell faster than before, and Emperor Shi Huang's anger was even stronger than before.

When the 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 Hu Hai, okay...]
The young man pursed his lips aggrievedly, and the crystal tears dripped down the corners of his eyes, which wet the pillow that Shu Duan had wrapped.

From a small spot to a large area.

Outside the courtyard of Efang Palace, Ping'er, who was beautiful and had a sweet smile, was intercepted again.

In Efang Palace, the eunuchs were executed at random, and the maid, who was supported by the queen herself, was stopped by the crossed arms of two Langguans, wearing a bright yellow dress.

"Sister Ping'er, don't wait for me."

Lang Guan on the left smiled wryly, he and Ping'er have a good relationship, they have known each other for several years.

It is not his wish to block the way at this time.

Empress Efang has an order that her close maid, Ping'er, is not allowed to leave Efang Palace.If left unchecked, all the officials on duty at Efang Palace will be from the Yi tribe.

Taking advantage of the first emperor's arrival and when Ah Fang had no time to attend, Ping'er, who wanted to sneak away, glanced at the silent Lang Guan on the right.

The Lang Guan on the left is the real Lang Guan, and the one on the right is the iron eagle swordsman who is selected up to 10 out of [-] people.

One iron eagle swordsman, she is confident that she can fight head-on, two can try, three will be very difficult.

The number of iron eagle swordsmen here is unknown.

She turned her gaze to several officials on duty outside.

There is a piece of wood tied on the chest, and the piece of wood is threaded to cover the vital points. This is the armor.All of them looked at each other, and everyone's body was tense - let Ping'er run away, and the whole family would be wiped out.

Among these Lang Guan, many Ping'er are very strange - not the Lang Guan who usually guards the Efang Palace.

How many iron eagle swordsmen are there among these strange faces, before they fight, who can know?

into the night.

late at night.

A Fang opened his eyes, and with the faint light of the ever-burning lamp 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 not let go."

The voice was full of chills.

He took a half step forward, that face with an unusually sweet smile, covered with frost, was exactly Ping'er.

"Uncle has already removed all the hidden guards. You are not a hidden guard anymore. I have no children under my knees, and I have already regarded you as my own daughter, so just stay at my side and don't worry about other things, okay?"

Before Concubine Hu died, Ping'er would release a pigeon every once in a while, and that pigeon flew eastward, more precisely, toward Handi.

Ah Fang is very clear about all this.

If Ping'er is not allowed to leave the boundary of Efang Palace, Ping'er will not be able to tell Ying Chengxun what happened in Xianyang Palace.

"Does the queen think that Lord Chang'an will disregard human relations?"

Pointing at her pretty face, Ping'er said angrily:
"I don't know how many people want to go to Chang'an Lord's bed, and Ping'er is one of them. Although Concubine Hu is beautiful, I am not bad. Why did Lord Chang'an abandon me and force Hu Feixie?"

"Perhaps uncle is just like His Majesty Cao Mengde, a good wife?"

Ah Fang replied with a smile, this sentence made Ping'er even more angry.

Before she could speak again, Ah Fang waved his hand.

"It's just a joke, uncle's character, I know very well, and 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 it's because of the bitch, or if the bitch is naked Clothes, uncle will not even look at the thin waist."

Ping'er's anger eased slightly.

"Then why did the queen block the bottle.

"Mr. Chang'an has long said that Zhao Gao is a wolf with ambition, and this matter must have something to do with Zhao Gao!"

Ah Fang said with a half-smile:
"Zhao Gao is ambitious, what about uncle? Is he loyal?"

"Jun Chang'an is absolutely loyal to His Majesty!"

"Being loyal, I will keep you in Xianyang Palace to report the news. After going to Handi, do you still need to know what is going on 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 Prince and Zhao Gao is involved, it must be Zhao Gao who caused the trouble!"

"Oh? That's strange. Can witchcraft be so predictable now?"

No need to look at Ah Fang's feigned surprise, just listen to his tone, Ping'er knew that the queen didn't believe her.

Not to mention the queen, before the incident happened, Ping'er didn't believe what the young master said, she only thought it was an excuse that she didn't want to take her away, and she hid in the bed and cried for a long time.

And it wasn't until the matter really happened and the queen regarded it as her own that Ping'er, who kept everything secret, realized that what the young master said that only she could detect it was not just an excuse—there were so many hidden guards, only she could obtain such secret information.

The angry Ping'er didn't know what to say, Ah Fang lovingly pinched her bun-like face.

"You, like me, in Uncle's words, you and I are both brains in love."

The candles of the ever-burning lamp were burning slowly, and the words of Empress A Fang were earnest.

"Zhao Gao is a middle-of-the-road person, so what if he is powerful? Without His Majesty, he is nothing.

"Uncle belongs to the Ying clan, he is the one who can ascend to the throne.

"Some things don't really matter what the truth is. Zhao Gao is just a vine clinging to the towering tree of His Majesty, but 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 strange about Concubine Hu's death, but she didn't continue to investigate further because of this.

All Zhao Gao's rights come from the first emperor himself, and he has lost the dignity of the most important man, so he will not pose a threat to the country.

Compared with it, the uncle who responded to everyone's response obviously made A Fang even more afraid.

"understood."

Ping'er lightly taps the head of the gnat.

"Go to bed, it's getting late."

The queen laughed.

"The queen thinks that by closing the bottle, you can lock the eyes and ears of Lord Chang'an?"

"You mean that if you don't release pigeons for a long time, uncle will be suspicious?"

The queen yawned, lay down on the soft animal skin again, pulled away the brocade and was patted on the empty space.

"Don't bother so much, let's sleep together.

"Since my uncle left, the time, interval, location, type of pigeon, handwriting, and paper used have all been recorded in detail.

"In these days, although you haven't released pigeons, none of the pigeons received by uncle will fall."

The queen in charge of the harem is definitely not a vase.

The death of Concubine Hu is just a pretext for the house arrest this time.

Even if there is no such reason, Ah Fang will do the same.

She couldn't tolerate everything in Xianyang Palace being under the eyes of others, even if that person was trying to protect her as a queen and fully help her man as the uncle of King Qin.

She had already found a craftsman who could perfectly imitate Ping'er's handwriting, and she had already made preparations to stop Ping'er from releasing pigeons.

Ping'er smiled sweetly, very cute and beautiful.

He took off his coat and got into the queen's bed.

"Is this inconvenient? After a while, as long as you don't deliver letters for uncle, how can I bear to lock you up?"

Ah Fang, who thought that Ping'er had recognized the reality and obeyed, stroked the soft hair of the maid in her arms, and said in relief.

Ping'er hugged the queen who was sincerely 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 froze for a moment, his body tensed for a moment, and soon softened, pinching the bottle by the nose and cursing:
"Damn girl, you dare to scare me!"

"Bottle is telling the truth."

Because her nose was pinched, Ping'er's words were a little less sweet and a little more dull.

In this dim yellow night, there is a little bit of strange light.

"Ping'er is not the only one in Xianyang Palace."

"You girl came to scare me again. Except for you, all the hidden guards were withdrawn. Even if there were any leftovers, they were already dead."

After Ying Chengxun left, the First Emperor carried out three thorough sweeps of the Xianyang Palace. No hidden guard could hide under such sweeps, even if their martial arts were as high as Gai Nie's.

"What the queen thinks is what she wants."

Ping'er smiled sweetly, closed her eyes, hugged the queen tightly, and said:
"Go to bed, it's getting late."

Two days later.

Concubine Chu, who was covered in bright red all over and wore a Chu people's toga with big sleeves, went out in full attire, and brought a group of eunuchs and maids to the outside of Efang Palace.

Queen Afang received the news long before Concubine Chu arrived.

Zhongrenzhizi's complexion became ugly, in stark contrast to the sweet smiling maid Ping'er beside her.

"Stop her, see you!"

"only."

A court lady ran out and told the Lang Guan outside A Fang's order.

Ping'er leaned forward, pinched 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?"

A Fang's phoenix eyes are sharp, and he casts the most severe gaze on his favorite Ping'er.

"No."

Ping'er smiled sweetly.

(End of this chapter)