I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

Rush all the way.

By the time Lady Tan brought Xia Wuqie to Su Jinyue's side, Su Jinyue had already selected seven handsome gourd brothers.

She was facing away from the crowd, laughing wickedly, "Hehehe..."

When he looked up, he saw Xia Wuqie coming straight towards him.

what's the situation?

She's not doing very well today, is she?

Is it too late to run now?

It was too late. Xia Wuqie had already walked in front of her, bowed and said, "Third Princess, His Majesty ordered me to change the dressing for you."

Got~

Su Jinyue sat down resignedly and extended her left hand for the old man to take her pulse.

A moment.

"Princess, please use your other hand."

The seven newly appointed guards gathered around their master, looking at Xia Wuqie with worried expressions while taking his pulse.

Xia Wuqi frowned and kept adjusting his fingers. After a full quarter of an hour, he withdrew his hand from taking the pulse.

"Master Imperial Physician, is the Master seriously ill?"

Li Xian, whose face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, looked even more beautiful in his anxiety. He looked at Xia Wuqie and asked anxiously.

"Yes, Imperial Physician, how is the Master?"

Fusu and others who had not left yet also looked concerned and stared at Xia Wuqie.

Xiao Shisan and Xiao Yangzi had already stood on Su Jinyue's left and right, tightly grasping their third sister's sleeves.

"It's okay. I'm very lively. Don't worry. We still have to go to Baiyujing to play later~"

Su Jinyue waved her hand nonchalantly. How could she not know herself?

She is a junior college student with a good family background. She is very hard to kill.

Xia Wuqie suppressed his worries and responded to everyone's questions calmly.

"The Third Princess is fine, she's just a little weak and out of breath. With careful care, she'll be fine again."

After these words were spoken, everyone's nervousness relaxed and they finally felt relieved.

Su Jinyue laughed and joked, "I told you to be alright, you're all worrying too much, be careful not to turn into an old man."

"Let's go, Baiyujing. This lord will pay the bill. Let's all go, eldest brother, third brother, thirteenth brother, Yangzi~"

As she spoke, Su Jinyue called everyone over and hurried out of the palace.

Xia Wuqie quietly withdrew from the crowd and hurried towards the Qinzheng Hall.

As he walked, he kept weighing the Third Princess's pulse in his mind, thinking about how to use the medicine.

In the Qinzheng Hall, after Lady Tan left, Ying Zheng, who had been uneasy, heard the servant report that Xia Wuqi was waiting outside the hall, and immediately summoned him in.

"how?"

Xia Wuqie kowtowed respectfully to Ying Zheng before standing up and replying with the details.

"I observed the Third Princess's pulse. From the initial weakness to the gradual strengthening, it was like spring coming back from a desperate situation, or a withered tree flourishing. However..."

When he said this, he raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Ying Zheng.

"However, after all, this is a body that has been reborn after dying. After so many cycles, it has become empty inside, relying on only one breath to support it. This is why the pulse is disordered and irregular. The sudden appearance of white hair this time must be due to this."

He thought of his reunion with his fellow medical students.

He also thought of the medical ideas on anti-inflammatory, bandaging, surgery, etc. that the third princess had provided them some time ago.

I sighed secretly in my heart.

As someone who has been accompanying His Majesty and witnessed the two unreliable otherworldly souls mentioned above.

He also hoped that the third princess could stay here for a long time.

Sitting on the dragon throne, Ying Zheng pondered for a long time before issuing an order, "Use all possible means to restore San'er's health to its best."

"Yes, I will do my best, only..."

Xia Wuqi hesitated for a few seconds, then finally asked, "Can you please inform the head of the medical family about this matter and let him prescribe a prescription with me?"

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng agreed without hesitation, "I cannot reveal the specific reasons. You will study the pulse case together. Please prioritize the Third Princess's health. Go directly to the Taicang Order to obtain the necessary medicine."

"Yes, Jin obeys the Holy Order."

Xia Wuqie accepted the order and slowly left the hall.

Ying Zheng sat in the dragon throne in the center of the hall in a bad mood, closing his eyes in deep thought.

Beneath the tightly closed eyelids, thoughts were churning and the eyes were constantly moving.

I do not know how long it has been.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

He loudly ordered, "Summon the Yin-Yang family to an audience!"

An attendant outside the hall immediately responded and then hurried out of the palace.

Outside the palace, inside the Daqin Academy.

Kunze was drinking tea and discussing philosophy with Taishi Ling under the shade of a tree at the Yin-Yang Academy.

The Grand Historian said: "I have heard that the Yin-Yang School uses the calendar to calculate the sun and moon. The sun is slow and the moon is fast, so the numbers of gain and loss are not uniform. When the new moon comes, it will always coincide with the new moon, without any error."

Kunze: "The sky has astronomy, which establishes the principles of yin and yang. Astronomy is the order of the twenty-eight constellations, the arrangement of the five stars, the sun and the moon, to record the signs of good and bad luck."

In just a few words, they chatted about everything under the sun, and perhaps a disciple passing by would stop to listen carefully.

Just as the two were talking enthusiastically, a disciple came quickly with several palace attendants.

The leading messenger walked up to the two of them, bowed, and said in a loud voice, "His Majesty has ordered Kunze of the Yin-Yang Sect to appear before him!"

Kunze and the others had already stood up. Hearing this, Kunze bowed slightly and said, "Kun will go there immediately."

The carriage was speeding, and the wheels rubbed violently against the ground, making a deafening "rumbling" sound.

While galloping, he passed by Su Jinyue and the others who were heading to Baiyujing.

Even though I was far away, I could still hear the laughter of Su Jinyue and several others in the BMW.

Kunze held onto the car body, constantly guessing the reason why His Majesty had urgently summoned him.

After much thought, the carriage had already arrived at the palace gate.

When he entered the Qinzheng Hall, Ying Zheng had already reviewed a pile of memorials.

"Your Majesty, your servant Kunze pays homage. Long live the Emperor!"

"No courtesy, sit down."

"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty."

Kunze sat upright, waiting for instructions from Ying Zheng.

In the silent hall, the only sound was the slight rustling sound of the brush writing.

After finally finishing the last word, Ying Zheng put down the brush and looked up at Kunze.

"Yin and Yang are the principles of heaven and earth, the guiding principles of all things, the source of change, the origin of life and death, and the seat of the gods. Is that right or wrong?"

Kunze stood up and replied respectfully, "Yes, this is the origin of yin and yang."

Ying Zheng raised his left hand, extended two fingers, and gently pressed down, "Sit down and answer."

"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty."

The hall fell into silence again.

Ying Zheng took a few deep breaths, his eyes moving, and thought for a long time before finally asking that question.

"Is there a way to come back to life after death?"

Kunze's pupils trembled violently, his mind racing as he thought of his master's instructions before leaving, and the rumors about the First Emperor's tyranny.

For a moment, I didn't know how to answer.

"You can tell me anything, I only want to hear the truth."

Kunze stood up again, bowed, and lowered his head very low.

In just a few seconds, he had thought a lot. He was worried about being forced to pursue a way to resurrect, and he was also worried about implicating his fellow disciples.

"Your Majesty, I have learned all my life, but there is no way to revive myself."

He struggled to form his words.

"The sky has yin and yang, the earth has softness and hardness, and people have benevolence and righteousness. Although there is no way to revive, there is still a glimmer of hope."