Quick Transmigration: Male God, why are you blackened again?

That flexible and slender waist was tightened, and the force was slow but firm, and powerful.

Qin Ge's eyes were blindfolded, and his eyes were completely dark. When he couldn't see it, his other senses would be infinitely magnified.

Normally, Qin Ge doesn't resist Yan Hao, but outside...Jun Chenbi is obviously crazy!

He couldn't speak, but it didn't prevent Qin Ge from cursing in his heart——

This beast!

It was cold and hot, and Qin Ge felt as if he was in a double sky of ice and fire. In the end, he allowed himself to pass out.

As for how the two of them went back after he passed out, and how to explain it to others...

Let the tyrant deal with it himself!

Qin Ge's body was inherently delicate, and he was raised as a girl since he was a child. He lived in the back house of the Prime Minister's mansion for a few days. He was trembling like walking on thin ice, for fear that his true identity would be discovered, until Qin Ge came to take care of him slowly. Only a few points improved.

The last time he was drugged by Princess Fengxi, he fooled around with the tyrant day and night in the Longji Hall for days and nights, and if his body wasn't hollowed out, he was considered "rough-skinned and thick-skinned" and "resisting fights and fucks".

This time he caught cold, Qin Ge was wrapped in a dragon robe, and after being carried back to the bedroom by Jun Chenbi, he fell ill.

A high fever developed during the night, and when the imperial doctor was invited to the Dragon Pole Hall late at night, he thought it was His Majesty having another headache, but when he entered the palace, he was shocked to find that he was lying on the dragon couch with black hair and a pale face. The young man with a strange crimson color and only wearing a simple and bright middle coat is not His Majesty, but the number one scholar!

Your Majesty... the number one scholar...he...

A shocking thought suddenly broke into the imperial doctor's mind.

Being summoned in the middle of the night, he had no choice but to encounter such a rare palace secret, the imperial doctor's legs softened and he almost knelt down on the spot!

The Son of Heaven was sitting by the couch, probably impatient with waiting for a long time, and ordered coldly: "Come and show him quickly, do you need me to invite you?"

The imperial doctor walked over with trembling legs, put the medicine box on his back on the ground, calmed down, took out the small medicine pillow for asking for pulse, and was about to reach out to touch the boy's wrist, but was stopped by a voice Action, "What are you doing?"

There was cold sweat on the imperial doctor's forehead, no one else, because when he just wanted to touch Zhuangyuan Lang's hand and put the medicine pillow under his wrist, His Majesty looked at him like a treasure being coveted, cruel and ruthless the dragon.

The imperial doctor immediately explained, "Your Majesty, I want to give..." The three words 'Zhuangyuanlang' always seemed out of place in this situation, and he blurred them in the middle, and only said softly at the end Say two words, "...pulse diagnosis."

Jun Chenbi didn't make a sound anymore, but pulled the small medicinal pillow with her own hands and placed it under the young man's wrist.

"Your Majesty, there is also a golden thread...just tie it around your wrist." The imperial doctor offered a shining golden thread with both hands.

The golden thread hanging veins have existed since ancient times.

Especially imperial doctors like them, who serve the nobles in the deep palace, who are delicate and noble, with golden branches and jade leaves, who are emperors, their identities cannot be touched or approached, so when they diagnose the pulse of the nobles in the palace, they always take the pulse with a thread .

Through a curtain, one end of the gold thread is tied to the nobleman's wrist, and the other end is held in the hand of the doctor.

Jun Chenbi pulled the golden thread and rolled up the young man's sleeves, and the golden thread was wrapped around his thin wrist by him.

After noticing that His Majesty tied the golden thread to Zhuangyuan Lang, the imperial doctor began to feel the pulse.

When the golden thread was stretching the veins, the imperial doctor inadvertently, but only subconsciously glanced at the young man.

I saw a circle of bright red and ambiguous red grip marks appearing between the thin white wrists tied with gold threads.

It looks a little shocking.

The imperial doctor's eyelids twitched.

This……

The number one scholar must have been... coerced by His Majesty, right?