Wanwan is not Wanwan: Who will spoil you after you are reborn?

Gu Beichen walked out of the Changchun Palace bedroom angrily, and suddenly looked in a certain direction, "What are you still standing there for? Go to the Imperial Hospital and bring Dean Zhang to the Yangxin Palace."

"Yes!"

Xuan Bin turned around and left in a hurry, but he was complaining in his heart, "My master is so fierce, even fiercer than before!"

A quarter of an hour later, Gu Beichen strode into the gate of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Emperor Tianchen was a little surprised. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but shut up when he saw Zhang Jingyi following behind him.

"My son, I pay my respects to my father."

"Wei minister pays homage to the emperor."

"Get up, what are you doing here so late?"

Zhang Jingyi didn't get up from the ground. He glanced at Gu Beichen before speaking, "I am guilty of not truthfully reporting the King of Qin's poison. I beg Your Majesty to forgive me for deceiving you."

"What did you say?"

Emperor Tianchen suddenly stood up from the dragon throne and looked at Gu Beichen in shock, "Chen'er, have you ever been poisoned?"

His face was pale, and he had no idea when his precious son was poisoned!

"Yes."

Emperor Tianchen's breathing became rapid, "Did the poison leave a lasting impression?"

If it weren't for the incurable illness, Chen'er would never bring up the past at this time.

"The poison I was poisoned with is called Ice Soul Ghost. It is ranked first among the eight most bizarre poisons in the world. It takes effect every fifteenth night of the full moon. I have not yet recovered from this poison."

Emperor Tianchen only felt that his vision was getting darker and his body was shaking.

"Master Zhang, please tell me, is this poison really so difficult to cure?"

"Your humble servant is terrified and helpless. I beg Your Majesty to forgive me!"

The dense beads of sweat on Zhang Jingyi's forehead had condensed into large drops of sweat that fell down.

When he diagnosed the King of Qin's pulse and found out that he was poisoned, he was ordered by the King of Qin to keep the news secret, otherwise he would not have dared to deceive the emperor even if he had a hundred guts.

He knew that he was powerless, but he didn't want to watch the King of Qin die, so he wrote a letter of introduction and asked him to send someone to find Zhang Jingzhi, the most outstanding traveling doctor of the Zhang family.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, the poison in King Qin's body has not been cured. Even Zhang Jingzhi, who is respected by the world as the Saint of Medicine, failed to detoxify him. This shows how difficult the poison is to cure.

If the King of Qin had not sent someone to find him today, he would not have known that the King of Qin had endured the pain caused by the poison on so many full-moon nights.

Everyone knew that he was the God of War of Nan Yao Kingdom, who led his troops to recapture all the lost territories. However, few people knew that he was poisoned by a strange poison, and every full-moon night he had to endure the torture of the poison, which was worse than death. This made him respect the King of Qin even more.

It is a blessing for the people of Nanyao Kingdom to have the King of Qin. However, how could such a good prince be poisoned?

Why is it the Ice Soul Ghost?

"I command you to remove the poison from the King of Qin at all costs, otherwise I will exterminate your entire clan!"

After Emperor Tianchen finished speaking, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back to the dragon throne.

Chen'er was the only child she left him. If the poison in Chen'er could not be cured, how could he have the face to go see her...

"Father!"

"emperor!"

"emperor!"

Jiang Baitong, who was standing by, quickly stepped forward to appease Emperor Tianchen, "Your Majesty, please take care of yourself!"

Gu Beichen walked quickly to the front of Emperor Tianchen, took out a small white porcelain bottle from somewhere, uncorked it, and handed it to Emperor Tianchen's lips, "Father, open your mouth."

Before Emperor Tianchen could react, Gu Beichen forced him to drink a large mouthful of water. He choked and was about to curse his unfilial son when he suddenly felt the dizziness was gone and the breathing in his chest became much smoother.

Not only that, there is also a warm current flowing down from the throat and flowing to every part of the body, just like bathing in a warm ocean, the whole body feels floating and comfortable.

"This is……"

"Father, let's let Dean Zhang feel your pulse first. As for what this thing is and where it came from, I will explain it to you later."

"I'm fine, but you, I don't even know when you were poisoned, I..." I feel guilty!

During those years, he was busy stabilizing the country and cleaning up the court, and he was only thinking about revenge for Qing'er, but he forgot that Chen'er lacked maternal love since childhood, and he failed to give him enough fatherly love.

At the age of eight, he left the palace and lived alone. Before the little nest he built was even warm, he followed the people of the Mu family to the battlefield.

If it weren't for her blessing from heaven during the disaster seven years ago, he would have been buried in the northern border along with the Mu family and the 200,000 soldiers.

Gu Beichen pursed his lips and said, "Alright, even if you don't ask, I'll tell you later. Let me take your pulse first."

Emperor Tianchen looked at Gu Beichen deeply, then said calmly, "Zhang Jingyi, come here and take my pulse."

Zhang Jingyi stepped forward tremblingly, took out a pulse pillow from the medicine box and placed it on the table. After Emperor Tianchen placed his wrist on the pulse pillow, he stretched out three fingers and placed them on his wrist pulse.

As soon as his fingers touched the wrist pulse, Zhang Jingyi's eyes suddenly shrank, a look of suspicion flashed across his face, and his gaze could not help but fall on the small white porcelain bottle in Gu Beichen's hand.

Suddenly he noticed Gu Beichen's cold eyes looking at him, his heart skipped a beat for no reason and he quickly looked away.

After a moment, Zhang Jingyi withdrew his hand and said after a pause, "Your Majesty's body is fine. The vomiting of blood just now was just due to anxiety. I will prescribe some prescriptions to regulate your body. Your Majesty can take them on time."

After Zhang Jingyi left with the medicine box, Jiang Baitong also walked out of the hall, closed the door casually, and left the space to the father and son who had never gotten along.