Zhao Ji heard Zhang Ji's request, and her eyebrows frowned slightly.

Although there is nothing wrong with the queen mother seeing the ministers alone, Zhang Ji's solitude means that the palace maid and the chamberlain have to go out, so she is a little hesitant and subconsciously looks around, wanting to ask Chang Yu's opinion.

But Zhao Ji suddenly remembered that Chang Yu did not stay in Ganquan Palace last night, but returned to his Changxin Marquis Mansion, with Chang Yu's temperament, he must have been drunk with the doorman, and at this time, Bacheng had not woken up, and he naturally did not accompany her to the morning food today.

Ying Zheng's eyes flashed slightly, and seeing his mother's hesitation, he explained to Zhao Ji: "Mother doesn't know, my husband's medical skills are different, and I am worried that others will learn it, so I want to be alone with my mother." ”

Zhao Ji tapped the head of the mantis under Ying Zheng's explanation.

Zhuzi Baijia has always cherished himself with a broom, and regarded his own scriptures and teachings as gold, jade, pearls, and stones, and how many imperial doctors have seen his headache, and they all said that they were helpless, so if Zhang Ji thinks that he has the ability to cure, it must also be the secret art he has learned, and he is not willing to show it in front of outsiders, which is understandable.

What's more, today's Zhang Ji is also her son and nephew, and it is reasonable to make such a request.

Moreover, Zhang Ji is willing to show such secret techniques to save herself, and this heart is enough to make her feel a little warm.

"Then do as you say."

The red lips opened slightly, Zhao Ji agreed to Zhang Ji's request, waved his hand and retired from the palace maid, and Yingzheng, the dignified King of Qin, was also "driven out" by Zhao Ji.

When he saw everyone leaving, Zhang Ji once again used his internal force to perceive the surroundings, and after confirming that no one was peeking, he saluted Zhao Ji before slowly stepping forward, but he still stopped after a distance. Zhang Ji groaned, looking at this distance, as if he was thinking about whether he should get closer.

Zhao Ji couldn't help but smile softly, for this first man besides her husband and son to care about her body, she was willing to release more tolerance and kindness for it.

"Come forward, it's okay, no matter how you diagnose and treat it today, whether it has an effect or not, I won't blame you."

Looking at Zhang Ji's somewhat nervous posture, Zhao Ji was a little nervous, showing a soft look, signaling Zhang Ji not to be nervous.

"Then the little nephew is ...... It's rude. ”

Zhang Ji took a deep breath, took a big step forward, and walked in front of Zhao Ji.

The moment he came to Zhao Ji, Zhang Ji took a deep breath again.

It's just that unlike just now, I deliberately showed a nervous posture when I took a deep breath before, but this time it was to suppress some of my impulses.

There was a faint smile under the fair-skinned and enchanting face, the gorgeous red phoenix robe tightly fit the delicate body, and a pair of delicate jade feet wrapped in pale red socks stretched out from behind the buttocks.

Although Zhao Ji is thirty-five years old and is in the age of half wolf and half tiger, the increase in age has not made Zhao Ji look old at all, but has become more and more mature, even ripe, giving people a feeling of being charming.

Moreover, who is Zhao Ji?

The Queen Mother of Great Qin!

The identity bonus brought by power and status to Zhao Ji makes Zhao Ji people more graceful and luxurious, and makes people have more desire to conquer it.

Zhang Ji secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but this move was still captured by Zhao Ji's narrow phoenix eyes.

However, Zhao Ji did not feel annoyed or offended, and there was still a little joy in her heart.

No matter how old a woman is, she likes to be complimented on her appearance, and if there are still people who can be obsessed with their beauty, it is even more pleasing to them.

This has nothing to do with cheating or the old cow eating tender grass, it's just a kind of vanity, not to mention a "little fresh meat" like Zhang Ji.

"Please...... Ask your aunt to reach out. Zhang Ji was still a little nervous, and his speech trembled slightly.

Zhao Ji tapped his head, slightly rolled up the red sleeves embroidered with a golden phoenix, and stretched out her fair-skinned wrist in front of Zhang Ji.

At least in this era when the defense of men and women is very light, the doctor does not shy away from treating women, so Zhao Ji has no psychological burden.

Since Zhao Ji didn't shy away from it, Zhang Ji naturally wouldn't be polite, his fingers lightly put on Zhang Ji's wrist, and he closed his eyes and listened to Zhao Ji's pulse.

Although he is not a descendant of a doctor or a physician, he has learned some basic medical knowledge, and he has no problem with the most basic pulse diagnosis. And Zhang Ji is best at acupuncture.

The most difficult part of acupuncture is not in the needle, but in judging the acupuncture points.

At the beginning, Lu Goujian once asked Zhang Ji to memorize the distribution of acupuncture points in the human body, because remembering the distribution of acupuncture points can not only save people, but also kill people.

After more than ten breaths, Zhang Ji slowly opened his eyes, revealing a touch of sorrow, and sighed again and again.

"No wonder the Imperial Doctors are helpless."

The sorrow on Zhang Ji's face instantly made Zhao Ji a little worried, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, could it be that there is some incurable disease?" ”

But Zhang Ji laughed secretly in his heart.

In fact, Zhao Ji's physical condition is not bad, at least compared to Han Wang'an, who is addicted to wine all day long, Zhao Ji, who was a dancing girl in her early years and later had to do all kinds of rough work to make a living, has a much better physical foundation. Han Wangan has been hypnotized by psychedelics for sixteen years, but Zhao Ji has only been four or five years, which is nothing at all.

Zhao Ji's headache should be due to the toxins in the poppies and mandala flowers contained in those psychedelic drugs that accumulated too much in the body, causing nerve pain.

However, after swallowing the pill yesterday, the toxins contained in the psychedelic drugs accumulated in Zhao Ji's body have been eliminated by two, and the remaining toxins can eliminate those toxins by herself as long as she does not add those psychedelic drugs at most.

In fact, from the beginning, Zhang Ji didn't believe that the imperial doctors in the Qin Palace couldn't cure Zhao Ji's illness, and those imperial doctors estimated that they either really didn't have the ability to cure it without harming the body, or they saw through the hidden mysteries under this matter and didn't dare to treat it.

You must know that except for a few self-taught people, most of the imperial doctors in the palace of King Qin are disciples of doctors and craftsmen.

Not to mention Yang Qing, the son of the leader of the Fang Technician, and Xia Wuhe, the disciple of the medical family, although these two are young, it is impossible for Zhao Ji's condition to be cured.

Zhang Ji speculated that the two people thought that the water behind this matter was too deep and did not dare to participate too much, so they said that they could not do anything.

Earlier he had asked Tide how this person hypnotized by psychedelics could regain consciousness without harming his body, and the answer Tide gave was to stimulate the acupuncture points.

And in this regard, it is Zhang Ji's strength.

He is still very good at stimulating acupoints ~ Dao ~ ~

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