When Huang Fulin heard Ye Qinghuan's question, his expression was slightly stunned.

After a moment, he reluctantly smiled: "It turns out ...... Does the county lord of Qinghuan also understand medical skills? ”

"I know a little bit about fur." Ye Qinghuan blinked and smiled: "But I learned it from Eastern Chu, and I heard that the emperor was looking for famous doctors in Xiliang and didn't see it, maybe I can know a thing or two?" ”

Ye Qinghuan's question was very ingenious.

If Huang Fulin's illness was faked, then he would definitely be unhappy when he heard her words, and second, he would not let her read a few words.

But if Huang Fulin's illness is real, then survival is human instinct, even if Huang Fulin is unhappy that she praises Dongchu and belittles Xiliang, she will reluctantly let her take the pulse.

Sure enough, Huang Fulin's expression changed slightly, and then he coughed violently.

After a long while, Huang Fulin coughed up for a while, raised his eyes to look at Ye Qinghuan, and smiled lightly: "Although I don't, I don't think ...... The medical skills of Eastern Chu are stronger than those of Western Liang...... But you can still let Qinghuan County try and try......"

As he spoke, Huang Fulin stretched out his hand tremblingly.

The hand was covered with a white handkerchief when he coughed just now, and the fingertips also had a faint dried blood that had not been wiped clean.

Although Ye Qinghuan does not have as serious cleanliness as her ninth uncle, she is not completely unclean, but most of the time she can pretend to be nothing.

But the blood spit out by Huang Fulin was so foul that Ye Qinghuan frowned without a trace, a little disgusted with this sloppy emperor.

So many palace people serve this little emperor, it doesn't hurt to love to be clean and wash your hands more, right? It's good for the body!

Ye Qinghuan secretly slandered in his heart, but he stepped forward with a smile on his face, endured the stench, and put his slender fingers on Huang Fulin's wrist.

That vein is very strange, almost a strange method with Murong Yafeng!

This made Ye Qinghuan's eyelids jump slightly, but her expression was immovable, and she looked quiet and seriously checked Huang Fulin's pulse.

In my heart, it is a hundred turns.

Could it be that Huang Fulin also fell for the same Gu as Murong Yafeng?

But...... Again, it seems unlikely.

If it was a Gu, how could it not be detected? Unless, only Xilouyue can know that this is Gu, and Xilouyue hides it.

"How?" Huang Fulin's breath seemed to be much calmer at the moment, and he was no longer panting so loudly when he spoke.

Ye Qinghuan smiled lightly and withdrew his fingers, retreated to the position where he was standing before, and replied: "I'm not sure yet, but I've met patients with pulses like the emperor before, but it's just ...... I have to go back and ask my ninth uncle to be sure. ”

Huang Fulin's eyes bloomed with a hint of surprise, because Ye Qinghuan's words gave him a certain degree of hope.

Huang Fulin, who was only in his twenties, naturally didn't want to just give up the throne and give the throne to others for nothing.

Especially...... Cloud King.

However, at this moment, the 'Ninth Uncle' mentioned in Ye Qinghuan's words made Huang Fulin's expression darken slightly.

He glanced at Ye Qinghuan and shook his head lightly: "It seems that the county lord of Qinghuan really likes this Nine Princes of Eastern Chu very much." ”

How did Huang Fulin know that Ye Qinghuan came to divert his attention, not wanting to tell him that it might be Gu, and secondly, to let him end today's call quickly, so she deliberately mentioned her ninth uncle?

"Your Majesty......" Ye Qinghuan seemed a little cramped, and glanced at Huang Fulin at a loss.

Huangfu Yunhua glanced at her baby daughter, and smiled secretly in her heart: Huanhuan began to pretend to be obedient again.