A blind imperial doctor, with the help of his colleagues, put two fingers on the young man's wrist in the middle of the meal, he is the second most important imperial doctor in the imperial doctor's department to cut the pulse.

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

If you lose one of these senses, your body will automatically adjust, so that the other five senses will be more or less strengthened, which is different from ordinary people.

After a few breaths, the blind imperial doctor, who should not have seen anything, raised his head, and his colorless eyes fixed on Ying Huhai, making the young man shrink his neck weakly.

The blind physician's face has a different color.

"Please change your hand."

Ying Huhai did so.

Cut the index finger of the boy's right hand and put it on the boy's left wrist. After a few moments, the blind imperial doctor's face became more and more discolored.

"How's my son?"

The First Emperor asked urgently.

The blind imperial physician followed the sound and bowed his head to the First Emperor, his face hesitant.

The First Emperor's heart sank, his face was gloomy, and he shouted:

"What is there to hide, sir? My child's headache can't be cured! ”

The blind imperial doctor shook his head in a panic and smiled bitterly.

"Your Majesty, let the ministers ask him carefully."

He groped his way back to the seat in front of the young man, and the blind doctor asked softly.

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

“…… Headache. ”

"Is it a pinprick pain, or a bump-like pain, or a blunt object smashing pain, the eighteenth prince may say a thing or two?"

"Blunt smash."

"Really? The pulse of the Eighteenth Prince shows that the yin wind has entered the brain, it should be a pain like a pinprick in the face, how can it be a blunt object smashing? It shouldn't be. ”

"Just now Hu Hai said it wrong, it's a needle-prick pain."

The blind imperial physician stopped talking, arched his hand to the First Emperor, and left here to do his own thing.

He's made it clear.

Ying Huhai saw that the only imperial doctor who could call out his headache was leaving, and he was so anxious that he stood up.

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

The First Emperor's face was gloomy, there was anger in his eyes, and he glanced at Zhang Han behind him.

Zhang Han comprehended, stepped forward to stop the eighteen princes, put his palms in the young man's heart, and the surging internal force erupted, and after swimming in the young man's body for a long time, he shook his head slightly at the first emperor.

The First Emperor's face became worse and worse - Zhang Han told him that he couldn't check out anything unusual about the Eighteenth Prince.

Although Zhang Han, who has reached the realm of martial arts, does not know medical skills, if the vigorous internal force of his body cannot be detected at all, it proves that his young son is not sick.

Whether a person is sick or not, it is not certain whether a skilled martial artist can be cured, but it is not a big problem to judge.

From the blood flow rate, heart rate rate, the amount of qi in the meridians, etc., all clues can be observed.

And these are not known to the teenager who plays until he is nine years old.

He lied and was seen through.

It is extremely difficult for a child to hide from an adult.

Adults do not understand the innocence of children, and children do not know the means of adults.

"Let's go!"

The First Emperor didn't wait for his young son, and hurriedly walked out of the Imperial Doctor's Office with a black face.

[I said that the disease is so ugly that so many imperial doctors can't be sure of the disease.] They must have seen that this rebel was faking illness! Don't dare to speak! What a shame! ]

The blind imperial doctor did not directly say that his young son was pretending to be sick, first, he did not dare to say it, and secondly, he saved face.

The First Emperor, who felt very embarrassed, couldn't stay in the Imperial Doctor's Office anymore. Every second, he felt those imperial doctors laughing at him in his heart.

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

I couldn't remember this knowledge for too long, but it was enough, Zhao Gao only needed his own student to act like a genius when the First Emperor checked it.

As for the decline in Yinghuhai's intelligence afterwards, it was just right, so that Qin II could be in his hands, and he could defeat Great 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 own poisonous secret method, and he thinks that almost no one can find out.

The only thing he didn't worry about was the imperial doctor's order that he took away in advance, Xia Wuhe.

…………

"My face has been lost to this rebel!"

In Afang Palace, the First Emperor roared in a low voice, telling what had just happened from his perspective in front of Xijun.

In the first emperor's narration, Ying Huhai pretended to have a headache and didn't want to study, but also wanted to take revenge and kill Zhao Gao, who tried his best to teach him so far. In the end, even his father, the emperor, was deceived and lost face in the Imperial Doctor's Office.

Ah Fang comforted the first emperor, saying that he would strictly discipline Ying Huhai, who had been reprimanded and beaten all over the palm.

In the side hall, the palace maid applied gold sore medicine for Ying Huhai, and wrapped layer after layer of cloth around his fleshy and bloody hands.

The boy stared blankly at the beam of the bed, the pain in his hands 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. With the three-inch thick ruler wider than his small palm, he hit his palm hard.

At first, he was still stiff-mouthed, and he said that he had a headache.

Two ring rulers, small hands are red and swollen, and the young man who recognizes reality tells the truth.

"Woo, in the Imperial Doctor's Office, woo, after a while, woo, my head doesn't hurt."

Bang Bang~

The ring ruler fell faster than before, and the First Emperor's anger was stronger than before.

When the flesh and blood of the small palm were blurred, the young man who couldn't eat 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 good......]

The young man pursed his lips aggrievedly, and crystal tears were left in the corners of his eyes, wetting the pillow wrapped in Shu Forging.

From a small dot, dye into a large piece.

Outside the courtyard of Afang Palace, the bottle with a beautiful appearance and a sweet smile was intercepted again.

In Afang Palace, the palace maid who was randomly executed by the queen was wearing a bright yellow dress and was stopped by Ge who was crossed by two Lang officials.

"Sister Bottle, don't be embarrassed for me."

Lang Guan on the left side said with a wry smile, he has a good relationship with Bottle, and the two have known each other for several years.

At this time, it is not his wish to block the way.

Queen Afang has an order that her personal palace maid is not allowed to leave Afang Palace. If it is permissive, the rotating officials of Afang Palace will all be ruined.

Taking advantage of the fact that the First Emperor was here, Ah Fang had no time to take care of it, and the bottle that wanted to sneak away glanced at the silent Lang official on the right.

The Lang official on the left is the real Lang official, and the one on the right is the Iron Eagle swordsman who chooses up to 800 out of 100,000 people.

An Iron Eagle swordsman she is confident that she can face the enemy head-on, two can try, and three will be very difficult.

And here the Iron Eagle swordsmen, the number, is unknown.

She turned her gaze to the officers on duty outside.

There are pieces of wood tied to the chest, and the pieces of wood are tied through ropes to cover the vital points, which is the armor. They all looked at each other, and everyone's bodies were tense - let the bottle run, and then the three tribes.

Among these Lang officials, many bottles are very unfamiliar - not the Lang officials who are usually on duty in Afang Palace.

How many Iron Eagle swordsmen were among these unfamiliar faces, who could know before the fight began?

Night.

Night.

Ah Fang opened his eyes, and said to the slender black shadow standing in front of the rosewood bed with the faint light of the everlasting lamp lit at night:

"Even if you stand here all night, I won't let you out."

"Why not."

The voice was full of chills.

Half a step forward, the face that smiled sweetly and abnormally, full of frost, was the bottle.

"Uncle has removed all the guards, you are not a guard. I have no children under my knees, and I have long regarded you as my own daughter, so I can rest assured that I don't want to be hungry and other things, okay? ”

Before Concubine Hu died, Bottled would release a pigeon every once in a while, and that pigeon would fly eastward, more precisely, towards Korea.

All this, Ah Fang knows very well.

If you don't let Bottler leave the boundary of Afang Palace, Bottle'er can't tell Yingcheng what happened in Xianyang Palace.

"Does the queen think that Chang'anjun will be reckless?"

Bottle pointed to her pretty face and said angrily:

"Those who want to go to Chang'anjun's bed don't know how many, and the bottle is one of them. Although Concubine Hu is beautiful, I am not bad, why does Chang'an Jun sacrifice me and force Concubine Hu to be evil? ”

"Maybe my uncle is like His Majesty Cao Mengde, a good wife?"

Ah Fang replied with a smile, which made the bottle even angrier.

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

"It's just a joke, my uncle's character, I know very well, he will never do such a thing. Those who can practice "The Yellow Emperor" and become successful are rare through the ages. Don't say that you are in love with that slut, even if the slut strips naked, the uncle will not look at the thin waist. ”

The bottle's anger eased slightly.

"Then why did the queen block the bottle?

"Chang'an Jun has already remarked, Zhao Gao is a wolf with ambitions, and this matter must be inseparable from Zhao Gao!"

Ah Fang said with a smile:

"Zhao Gao's wolf ambition, what about uncle? Is he loyal? ”

"Chang'anjun is fiercely loyal to His Majesty!"

"Brave and loyal, I will leave you in Xianyang Palace to report the news. went to Handi, and still have to master the wind and grass of Xianyang Palace? ”

"Chang'anjun is concerned about His Majesty's safety! Before leaving, Chang'an Jun specially instructed the bottle that if the eighteenth prince had an accident and Zhao Gao was involved, it must be Zhao Gao! ”

"Oh? Is this strange that witchcraft can now be unpredictable? ”

You don't need to look at Ah Fang's face pretending to be surprised, just listen to the tone, and the bottle will know that the queen doesn't believe it.

Don't say the queen, before the incident happened, the bottle didn't believe what the son said, just as he didn't want to take himself away, and hid in the bed and cried for a long time.

And it wasn't until the incident really happened, and the queen's bottle, who treated it as her own and kept everything to herself, realized that the words that the prince said that only she could detect were not words - there were so many secret guards, only she could obtain such secret information.

The puffing bottle didn't know what to say, and Ah Fang pinched her little face like a bun lovingly.

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

The candle of the ever-bright lamp burned slowly, and the words of the queen Ah Fang were serious.

"Zhao Gao is a Chinese man, no matter how powerful he is, what can he do? Without His Majesty, he is nothing.

"Uncle is a member of the Win clan, and he is the one who can ascend to the throne.

"There are some things that don't really matter what the truth is. Zhao Gao is a vine that clings to the towering tree of His Majesty, while his uncle is another towering tree that grows beside His Majesty.

"Zhao Gao will not threaten His Majesty, but Uncle will, understand?"

The queen didn't know that Concubine Hu's death was strange, but she didn't continue to investigate it further, and this is the reason.

All the power of Zhao Gao came from the First Emperor himself, and he lost the dignity of the most important man, and would not pose a threat to the country.

Compared with it, the uncle who responds to every call is obviously more fearful of Ah Fang.

"Got it."

The bottle taps the head of the mantis.

"Go to bed, it's not early."

The queen laughed.

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

"Are you saying that if you don't release pigeons for a long time, your uncle will be suspicious?"

The queen yawned, lay back on the soft skin, and pulled away the brocade and slapped it into the void.

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

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

"Although you haven't released pigeons these days, not a single pigeon has been received from your uncle."

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

This time the house arrest bottle, Concubine Hu's death is just a reason.

Even if there was no reason for this, Ah Fang would do it.

She can't tolerate everything in Xianyang Palace in the eyes of others, even if that person is trying to protect her as the queen and help her man as the uncle of King Qin.

She had already found a craftsman who could perfectly imitate the handwriting of the bottle, and she had long been prepared to prevent the bottle from continuing to release the pigeons.

The bottle smiled sweetly, very cute, very beautiful.

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

"Is this inconvenient? After a while, as long as you stop sending letters to your uncle, how can I bear to lock you up. ”

Ah Fang, who thought that the bottle recognized the reality and obeyed, touched the soft hair of the personal maid in his arms, and said with relief.

Bottle hugged the queen who really thought about herself with her backhand, and said apologetically:

"Thank you for the queen's love, the bottle can't stand it."

“…… How? ”

"The only person who can defeat the son is the son himself."

Ah Fang's movements froze, his body tensed for a moment, and soon he softened, pinched the bottle and scolded:

"Dead girl, dare to scare me!"

"Bottles are telling the truth."

Because his nose was pinched, the words of the bottle were a little less sweet and a little more dull.

In this dim night, there is a slight hint of light.

"In Xianyang Palace, there is more than one bottle."

"You girl is here to scare me again. All the guards are gone, except for you. Even if there is a residue, it has already died. ”

After the first emperor left, he carried out three thorough sweeps of Xianyang Palace, and no secret guard could hide under such a sweep, even if his martial arts were as high as Gai Nie.

"What the queen thinks is how good it is."

The bottle smiled sweetly, closed her eyes, hugged the queen tightly, and said:

"Go to bed, it's not early."

Two days later.

The Chu concubine, who was covered in bright red all over her body, dressed in a Chu robe and big sleeves, traveled in full costume, and took a group of eunuchs and palace maids to the outside of Afang Palace.

Queen Afang received the news early before Concubine Chu arrived.

The face of the middle man became ugly, in stark contrast to the sweetly smiling personal maid beside him.

"Stop her, don't see her!"

"Yui."

A palace maid ran out and told the Lang official outside about Ah Fang's order.

Bottle stepped forward, pinched the queen's shoulder, and said with a smile:

"The queen thinks that if the Iron Eagle Swordsman can stop the bottle, he can stop Concubine Chu?"

Ah Fang Feng's eyes were sharp, and he gave the most stern gaze to the most favored bottle.

"I can't."

Bottle smiled sweetly.

(End of chapter)