Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 912 doesn't like this feeling of being out of control

Seeing the silver needle in her hand, Long Yang frowned and retracted his hand, "Why is this Mrs. Guo Gong? Haven't you already diagnosed me?"

Ling Lihua explained: "I observed that your pulse is indeed wrong, but I can't diagnose what kind of poison you have. I want to have a further diagnosis and hope that the emperor can give some blood." When she said this, she gritted her teeth a bit. .

Although this is her own son-in-law, when did she see a doctor and breathe so low?

If she had not been entrusted by her daughter, she would not have seen him.

Lu Hetian was very annoyed when he saw that his wife was irritated by her son-in-law.

If it weren't for the slightest reason, I really wanted to drag people away.

Is the emperor great?

If you are sick, you should cooperate with the doctor, and you need a precaution that others will murder him?

Lu Liang was a little helpless, stepped forward, took the silver needle from Ling Lihua's hand, then turned to Long Marting and said, "Please also ask the emperor to reach out and give it to me."

Long Yang glanced at the long silver needle in her hand and frowned.

Lu Liang said patiently, "The emperor, it's just a prick, it won't hurt."

As soon as she said this, Long Yang immediately stretched out his hand, his eyes were very indifferent, but his raised eyebrows revealed his uneasy emotions.

Lu Liang twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, held his finger, and made a sharp cut in his index finger.

Bright red blood beads appeared immediately.

She quickly took it with a cup.

After loading the blood, Lu Liang loosened Long Martingale's hand slightly and handed the cup to Ling Lihua, then wiped Long Martingale's blood-stained fingers with a handkerchief.

After wiping, she saw that Long Yang's expression was a bit irritating, she was stunned, stretched out her hand and shook in front of him, "The emperor?"

Long Yang came back to his senses and grasped her hand, and said in a daze, "This picture seems to be similar to each other. It seems that there was a person who took my blood like this..."

Hearing the words, Lu Liang realized it instantly, with a gentle expression, "The emperor forgot, I used to take your blood."

Long Yang frowned, "But there is no memory of you in my mind."

"It doesn't matter, you just forgot it temporarily, you will remember it later." Lu Liang said firmly.

Long Yang was silent.

When Lu Liang pierced his hand just now, there was a vague picture in his mind. It seems that someone once pierced his hand and took his blood.

But he couldn't remember the man's face.

He didn't like this feeling of being out of control.

Ling Lihua put down the cup in her hand and looked at Long Martingale solemnly.

When Lu Liang met, he was a little nervous, "Mother, what's the situation?"

Ling Lihua frowned and said: "Judging from the diagnosis, the emperor is indeed poisoned, and I just distinguished from the smell and color of the blood. The emperor should have been poisoned."

Lu Liang was slightly startled, "Gu poison?" She had read a description of this poison in an ancient medical book, but she had never encountered it. Unexpectedly, the emperor was actually infected with this poison.

And the symptoms displayed by the emperor really seemed to be very poisonous.

Although the appearance is the same, but the temperament becomes impetuous, irritable, and the memory is confused and even lost.

These, the emperor meets.

However, as for the kind of Gu poison she knew, once a person was infected with this poison, not only would the above symptoms occur, but they would also be mad and hurt others.

But the emperor did not have the following symptoms except for the previous symptoms.

At least, when he was angry, he never hurt her.

Ling Lihua nodded, "That's right. This kind of poison is a kind of poison in southern Xinjiang. It belongs to the sidelines and is refined by people with unhealthy minds and used to control others."

(End of this chapter)