Chapter 352: Chang'an Jun is Loyal to Your Majesty
A blind imperial physician, with the help of his colleagues, placed his index and middle fingers on the young man's wrist. He was the imperial physician in the Imperial Medical Bureau whose pulse-taking skills were second only to Xia Wuqie.
Humans have six senses: eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind.
If one of the senses is lost, the body will automatically adjust to make the other five senses more or less enhanced, different from that of ordinary people.
After a few breaths, the blind imperial physician, who should not have been able to see anything, raised his head. His colorless eyes fixed on Ying Hu Hai, causing the young man to shrink his neck guiltily.
The blind doctor's face looked strange.
"Please change your hand, Mr. Eighteen."
Ying Hu Hai did as he was told.
He cut through the index and middle fingers of the boy's right hand and placed his hand on the boy's left wrist. After a moment, the strange look on the blind doctor's face became more intense.
"How is my son?"
The First Emperor asked urgently.
The blind imperial physician turned in the direction of the voice, bowed to the First Emperor, and showed hesitation on his face.
The Emperor's heart sank, his face darkened, and he shouted in a deep voice:
"Sir, do you have any unspeakable secret? My son's headache cannot be cured!"
The blind doctor shook his head in panic and smiled bitterly.
"Your Majesty, please allow me to ask you in detail."
Groping his way back to sit on the seat in front of the young man, the blind doctor asked softly.
"May I ask, Mr. Eighteen, are you still having 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? Can Mr. Eighteen tell me something about it?"
"Blunt impact."
"Really? The pulse of the Eighteenth Young Master showed that the cold wind entered his brain, which should be a pain like a needle prick. How could it be a blunt object hitting him? It shouldn't be like that."
"Hu Hai was wrong just now. It hurts like a needle prick."
The blind imperial physician stopped talking, bowed to the First Emperor, and left to do his own thing.
He has made his words very clear.
Ying Hu Hai stood up anxiously when he saw the only imperial physician who could diagnose his headache leave.
" Why leave? You haven't cured my headache yet!"
The First Emperor had a gloomy face, anger in his eyes, and he winked at Zhang Han behind him.
Zhang Han understood what he meant, and stepped forward to stop the Eighteenth Young Master. He placed his hand on the young man's heart, and his surging internal energy gushed out. After traveling around in the young man's body for a full cycle, he shook his head slightly to the First Emperor.
The First Emperor's face looked even worse - Zhang Han told him that he could not find anything abnormal about the Eighteenth Prince.
Although Zhang Han, who had mastered martial arts, was not proficient in medicine, if no abnormality could be found in his vigorous internal energy, it would prove that his young son was not sick.
It is not certain whether a person is sick or not, or whether a skilled martial artist can cure him, but it is not difficult to judge.
Clues can be found from blood flow rate, heart rate, the amount of Qi in the meridians, etc.
But the nine-year-old boy who plays the game doesn’t know any of this.
He lied and was found out.
It is extremely difficult for a child to hide things from an adult.
Adults don’t understand the innocence of children, and children don’t understand the methods of adults.
"Walk!"
The First Emperor did not wait for his youngest son and hurried out of the Imperial Medical Office with a gloomy face.
[I said that the disease was so ugly that so many doctors could not identify the symptoms. They must have known that this rebellious son was faking illness! I dare not say anything! It's really embarrassing! ]
The blind imperial physician did not directly say that his youngest son was pretending to be sick. Firstly, he did not dare to say it, and secondly, he wanted to save his son's face.
Feeling very ashamed, the First Emperor could not stay in the Imperial Medical Bureau any longer. Every second, he felt that the imperial doctors were laughing at him in their hearts.
The secret method Zhao Gao used on Ying Hu Hai was very vicious. It was at the cost of causing brain damage, and he forced some knowledge into him temporarily.
This knowledge could not be remembered for too long, but it was enough. Zhao Gao only needed his student to perform like a genius when examined by the First Emperor.
As for the fact that Ying Hu Hai's intelligence declined afterwards, that was just right. Only in this way could he control Qin II and defeat the Qin Dynasty, killing two birds with one stone.
The brain is the most mysterious part of the human body. Zhao Gao was very confident in his sinister secret method and thought that almost no one could find out.
The only person he was worried about was the imperial physician Xia Wuqie, who had been taken away in advance.
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"My reputation has been completely ruined by this rebellious son!"
In Afang Palace, the First Emperor roared in a low voice and narrated to Xijun what had just happened from his perspective.
According to the story told by the First Emperor, Ying Hu Hai pretended to have a headache and didn't want to study, and even turned a blind eye to his kindness by killing Zhao Gao, who had taught him wholeheartedly. In the end, he even deceived his father and lost face in the Imperial Medical Bureau.
Afang comforted the First Emperor, saying that she would strictly discipline Ying Hu Hai, who had been scolded and slapped on the hands.
In the side hall, the palace maid applied medicine on Ying Hu Hai's wound and wrapped layer after layer of cloth around his bloody hands.
The boy stared blankly at the bed beam; the pain in his hands was far less than the pain in his heart.
Just now, the First Emperor was furious and forced him to admit that he was faking illness. He used the three-inch thick ruler, which was wider than his small palm, to hit his palm hard.
At first he was stubborn and said he had a headache.
After two hits with the ruler, his little hand became red and swollen. The boy faced the reality and told the truth.
"Woo, woo, in the Imperial Medical Office, woo, after a while, woo, woo, the headache is gone."
Pah pah
The ruler fell faster than before, and the First Emperor became more angry than before.
As his little palm was covered in blood, the boy, unable to bear the pain, shed tears of pain and grievance, and admitted the "fact" that he did not have a headache at all.
[Uncle, Hu Hai has a real headache, can you come and see if he is alright...]
The young man pursed his lips in grievance, and crystal tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, wetting the pillow that Shuduan had wrapped.
From a small dot, it becomes a large area.
Outside the courtyard of Afang Palace, Ping'er, who was beautiful and had a sweet smile on her face, was intercepted again.
The palace maid who casually executed eunuchs in the Afang Palace was backed by the empress herself. She was wearing a bright yellow dress and was stopped by two palace guards with crossed spears.
"Sister Ping'er, please don't make things difficult for us."
The official on the left smiled bitterly and said that he and Ping'er had a good relationship and they had known each other for several years.
He didn't want to be blocked at this time.
The Queen had ordered that her personal maid Ping'er was not allowed to leave the Afang Palace. If she was allowed to leave, the three clans of the officials on duty in the Afang Palace would be exterminated.
Taking advantage of the fact that the First Emperor was here and Afang had no time to pay attention, Ping'er, who wanted to sneak away, glanced at the silent official on the right.
The officer on the left is a real officer, while the one on the right is one of the Iron Eagle Swordsmen, who was selected from a maximum of 800 out of 100,000 people.
She was confident that she could defeat one Iron Eagle Swordsman head-on, and she could try against two, but it would be difficult for her to defeat three.
The number of Iron Eagle Swordsmen here is unknown.
Her gaze turned to the officers on duty outside.
There was a piece of wood tied to his chest, with ropes through it to cover his vital parts. This was armor. They all looked at him, and everyone was tense - if Ping'er escaped, the three tribes would be exterminated.
Among these eunuchs, Ping'er was unfamiliar with many of them - they were not the eunuchs who usually guarded the Afang Palace.
How many Iron Eagle Swordsmen are among these unfamiliar faces? Who can tell before the fight begins?
Nightfall.
It's late at night.
Ah Fang opened her eyes and, in the dim light of the night-time lamp, 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 go."
"Why not?"
The voice was full of chill.
He took a half step forward, and the face with an unusually sweet smile was full of frost . It was Ping'er.
"Uncle has already withdrawn all the secret guards. You are no longer a secret guard. I have no children, and I have already treated you as my own daughter. Just stay by my side and don't worry about anything else, okay?"
Before Concubine Hu died, Ping'er would release a pigeon every once in a while. The pigeon would fly eastward, or more precisely, towards the Land of Han.
Afang knew all this very well.
If Ping'er was not allowed to leave the territory of Afang Palace, she would not be able to tell Ying Chengjiao what happened in Xianyang Palace.
"Does the Queen think that Chang'an Jun would disregard human ethics?"
Ping'er pointed at her pretty face and said angrily:
"There are countless people who want to sleep with Lord Chang'an, and Ping'er is one of them. Although Concubine Hu is beautiful, I am no worse than her. Why would Lord Chang'an give up me and take Concubine Hu?"
"Perhaps Uncle is like his Majesty Cao Mengde, a good man|wife?"
Afang answered with a smile, which made Ping'er even angrier.
Before she could speak again, Afang waved her hand.
"It's just a joke. I know my uncle's character very well. He will definitely not do such a thing. Those who can practice Huangdi and achieve great success are rare in the history. Not to mention falling for that bitch, even if that bitch takes off all her clothes, my uncle won't even look at her thin waist."
Ping'er's anger subsided a little.
“Then why did the Queen stop Ping’er?
"Chang'an Jun has already said that Zhao Gao is a man with evil intentions. This matter must be related to Zhao Gao!"
Ah Fang said with a half-smile:
"Zhao Gao is ambitious, but what about my uncle? Is he loyal?"
"Chang'an Jun is loyal to His Majesty!"
"You are so loyal that I would leave you in Xianyang Palace to let you know. After you go to Han, do you still need to know about the movements in Xianyang Palace?"
"Chang'an Jun is concerned about the safety of His Majesty! Before leaving, Chang'an Jun specifically told Ping'er that if anything happened to the Eighteenth Prince and Zhao Gao was involved, it must be Zhao Gao's fault!"
"Oh? That's strange. Can witchcraft now predict the future?"
Ping'er didn't need to look at Afang's pretending to be surprised face, just by listening to her tone, she 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 an excuse that he didn't want to take her away, and she hid in the quilt and cried for a long time.
It was not until the incident actually happened and Ping'er, who was treated as her own daughter by the Queen and did not hide anything from her, realized that the young master's words that only she could perceive it were not an excuse - among so many secret guards, only she could obtain such secret information.
Ping'er was so angry that she didn't know what to say. Afang pinched her little face lovingly.
"You, like me, are in my uncle's words. We are both in love."
The candle in the eternal lamp burned slowly, and Queen Afang's words were earnest and heartfelt.
"Zhao Gao is just an ordinary person. No matter how powerful he is, what good can it do? Without Your Majesty, he is nothing.
“My uncle is from the Ying clan, and he is someone who can ascend to the throne.
"For some things, the truth is not important. Zhao Gao is just a vine clinging to the towering tree of Your Majesty, while my uncle is another towering tree growing beside Your Majesty.
"Zhao Gao will not be a threat to Your Majesty, but your uncle will. Do you understand?"
The Queen was not unaware that there was something fishy about Concubine Hu's death, but this was the reason why she did not investigate further.
All of Zhao Gao's power came from the First Emperor himself, and having lost the most important dignity as a man, he would not pose a threat to the country.
Compared with this, Afang was obviously more afraid of her uncle who had the support of everyone.
“I understand.”
Ping'er nodded her head lightly.
"Go to bed. It's getting late."
The Queen laughed.
"Does the Queen think that by locking up Ping'er, she can lock up the eyes and ears of Lord Chang'an?"
"Are you saying that if you don't stand up for a long time, your uncle will get suspicious?"
The queen yawned, lay back on the soft animal skin, pulled open the quilt and patted the empty space.
"Don't worry so much, let's go to sleep together.
“Since your uncle left, the time you released the pigeons, the intervals, the locations, the types of pigeons, the handwriting, and the paper you used have all been recorded in detail.
"Although you didn't stand up any pigeons these days, uncle still received all the pigeons he wanted."
The queen who is in charge of the harem is definitely not a vase.
The death of Concubine Hu was just an excuse for putting Ping'er under house arrest this time .
Even if there was no reason, Afang would do so.
She could not tolerate that everything in the Xianyang Palace was under the eyes of others, even if that person was the uncle of the King of Qin who was trying his best to ensure that she would become the queen and to help her husband.
She had already found a craftsman who could perfectly imitate Ping'er's handwriting, and was prepared to prevent Ping'er from standing her up again.
Ping'er smiled sweetly, very cute and beautiful.
He took off his coat and got into the queen's bed.
"Isn't this inconvenient? After a while, as long as you stop delivering letters for your uncle, I won't be able to bear to keep you locked up."
Afang, who thought Ping'er had recognized the reality and obeyed, touched the soft hair of her personal maid in her arms and said with relief.
Ping'er hugged the queen who was truly thinking about her, and said apologetically:
"Thank you for your kindness, Queen. Ping'er cannot bear it."
"……how?"
"The only person who can defeat you is you yourself."
Ah Fang's movements froze, his body tensed for a moment, then quickly relaxed. He pinched Ping'er's nose and cursed:
"You damn girl, you dare to scare me!"
"Ping'er is telling the truth."
Because her nose was pinched, Ping'er's words were less sweet and more dull.
In this dim night, there is a slight strange light.
"There is more than just Ping'er in the Xianyang Palace."
"You come to scare me again, girl. Except for you, all the secret guards have withdrawn. Even if there are any left, they are already dead."
After Ying Chengjiao left, the First Emperor carried out three thorough raids on the Xianyang Palace. No secret guard could hide in such a large-scale raid, not even one with martial arts skills as high as Gai Nie.
"Whatever the Queen thinks, that's 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, dressed in bright red from head to toe and wearing the wide-sleeved Chu robe, went out in full dress, accompanied by a group of eunuchs and palace maids, and came to the outside of the Afang Palace.
Queen Afang received the news long before Concubine Chu arrived.
Zhongrenzhizi's face turned very ugly, in sharp contrast to the sweet-smiling personal maid Ping'er beside him.
"Stop her, don't see her!"
"only."
A palace maid ran out and told the palace attendant outside about Afang's order.
Ping'er came forward, squeezed the queen's shoulders, and said with a smile:
"Does the Queen think that if the Iron Eagle Swordsman can stop Ping'er, he can stop Concubine Chu?"
Afang's eyes were sharp and she looked at her most beloved Ping'er in the most severe way.
"cannot."
Ping'er smiled sweetly.
