"Huaidao, stand up!"

Li Shimin helped Qin Huaidao up, and said with red eyes: "Remember, a man, a real man, kneel to the sky and your parents! Don't embarrass your father!"

"Um!"

Qin Huaidao nodded heavily.

Yuchi Gong raised his voice and shouted carelessly: "Haha! The Qin family's little baby actually cried."

The whole room burst into laughter.

The previous sad atmosphere was swept away. Faced with life and death, the emperors and ministers of the Tang Dynasty became so heroic that they talked and laughed happily.

Looking at this scene.

Fang Ying was filled with emotions.

Is this the prosperous age of Zhenguan?

Throughout the dynasties, the cunning rabbit died and the running dogs were cooked... Whenever the country was first decided, the monarch would massacre a group of important founding officials.

Dare to accommodate all rivers.

Only the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Such monarchs and ministers are truly charming through the ages.

"Ahem!"

Fang Ying coughed twice, attracting everyone's attention.

"Everyone, not everyone is qualified to give Uncle Qin a blood transfusion. First of all, it depends on whether the blood type matches."

Everyone looked at each other in shock.

Once again, I have the illusion of doubting life.

Sun Simiao didn't understand and asked: "May I ask Fang Erlang, what is blood type?"

"Taoist Master, let me demonstrate it to you."

Fang Ying said, and asked someone to prepare a series of white porcelain bowls, drop Qin Qiong's blood into them, and then drip in the blood of others in sequence.

Watch it all.

Li Chengqian snorted coldly: "I thought you would have some unpredictable tricks, but it turns out that you will shed blood to recognize your kin."

He just finished speaking.

There was an exclamation from the side.

"What's going on? How could this happen!"

Li Chengqian turned around and saw a group of big guys gathered in a circle, staring intently at a white porcelain bowl.

Two kinds of blood in the bowl.

It is from Qin Qiong and Qin Huaidao.

The bright red blood gradually spread out, and a surprising scene happened...the two failed to merge...

boom--!

In the dark, it was like a thunder falling from the sky.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

There was total silence.

Qin Huaidao turned his head inch by inch, looked at Mrs. Qin, and said weakly: "Auntie..."

Snap!

Got a slap on the back of the head.

Mrs. Qin was furious: "You traitor! Shut up!"

It's not over yet here.

Suddenly another exclamation came from the side.

"Come and see!"

Everyone hurriedly gathered around and found that there were two piles of blood in the bowl. After colliding with each other, they gradually merged together.

"This...whose blood is this?"

Sun Simiao raised his head and asked in surprise.

Next to her, a maid from the Qin Mansion had already turned pale and said in a trembling voice: "In reply to what the Taoist Master said, this belongs to my master and Fang Erlang."

Click——!

There was another thunder.

Everyone's mouths opened wide, their faces full of disbelief, and their eyes fell on the Fang family father and son.

"Haha! Surprise or not, unexpected or not..."

Fang Ying said halfway and suddenly shut up.

He suddenly discovered.

Fang Xuanling's face turned pale.

The Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty kept moving his lips: "Impossible, this is impossible..."

"Everyone, everyone!"

Fang Ying hurriedly said: "The standard for blood-water fusion is not blood relationship, but blood type...For example, Uncle Qin and Huaidao, although they are father and son, their blood types are not the same, so naturally they cannot fuse with blood..."

However.

At this moment.

His explanation was so feeble.

The room full of people was still in a petrified state, as if everyone was covering their ears and shouting: "Don't listen, don't listen, the bastard is chanting sutras."

Thousands of years of knowledge.

How can it be subverted in just a few words?

Fang Ying's scalp felt numb.

After picking up the thing, he ran to the inner courtyard and shouted: "Master Sun, come together!"

The two came to Qin Qiong's bed.

Qin Qiong was conscious but in a semi-conscious state.

Fang Ying glanced at the simple tools and said, "Disinfect them all with alcohol."

Sun Simiao was slightly startled: "Erlang, do you want to use your own blood?"

...Do you think I think about it? Didn’t you see that group of people just now were going crazy... Fang Ying said in a deep voice: "Never mind it, when the matter is completed, all doubts will be solved!"

Sun Simiao was silent for a moment: "Pindao will help you."

…

Two hours later.

Fang Ying held back his sleepiness and watched as the last bit of blood in the intestines was smoothly transferred into Qin Qiong's body.

Success or failure depends on this!

I've tried my best, but if I get a tube of blood at the beginning, will I be the first time traveler to die due to blood loss?

"Taoist Priest, how is Uncle Bao doing?"

A majestic voice sounded from behind.

Fang Ying turned around and looked.

I don’t know when.

The room was already full of people.

Li Shimin stood at the top, and behind him stood the most powerful civil servants and generals of the Tang Dynasty.

Anyone below the third grade is not eligible to enter the house.

Even the princes and princesses could only stay at the outermost edge, stretching their necks to look inside.

"Your Majesty, don't be impatient. Please wait and see."

Sun Simiao carefully observed Qin Qiong's face, and then placed his hand on his pulse gate.

After a few breaths.

Sun Simiao's expression gradually became shocked.

Seeing his appearance, everyone's hearts were in their throats.

"Taoist Master, what's wrong?"

Li Shimin asked again impatiently.

Sun Simiao closed his eyes. This time, he carefully felt Qin Qiong's subtle changes, not missing any clues.

A few more breaths later.

Sun Simiao retracted his fingers with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Qin... is out of danger!"

The voice fell.
Chapter completed!