Chapter 1092 It Might Be a Ghost

The three uncles and nephews didn't say anything, they just focused their eyes on the sleeping woman.

The brutality in his eyes disappeared in a flash.

As long as they dare to hurt the treasure in their hands, no matter who it is, she will definitely make her pay a heavy price!

In the room, the imperial doctors had already finished the diagnosis, wiped the sweat from their heads, knelt on the ground, and came out to return to their lives.

"Report to the emperor, report to the king of Chen, the ministers and others have used the skills they have learned all their lives to treat the concubine Chen~ but they did not find any discomfort in the concubine Chen, not even a little wound."

Long Yutian was anxious like the wind, and kicked the imperial doctor's shoulder: "You are talking nonsense, if nothing happened, how could she be unconscious?"

Seeing that the emperor was angry, several imperial doctors fell to the ground tremblingly.

Long Muchen lowered his eyes and glanced at the imperial doctors kneeling on the ground one by one. The fierce aura on his body instantly permeated. He Weiwei spoke in an unhurried voice: "What is Duo'er's situation? , if anyone has a way to wake her up, this king promises him a lifetime of wealth."

Immediately, the topic changed, and he was cold and firm: "If you can't wake up, this king will use his wealth and glory to send you on your way!"

The clear and light tone carried a little bit of internal strength, reaching the imperial doctor's ears, almost breaking their hearts.

This cloudy and uncertain King Chen looked far more terrifying and elusive than their emperor.

The imperial physicians held back the turmoil of Qi and blood in their chests, kowtowed their heads in fear, and then returned: "Chen Wang calm down, I just took the pulse of the princess, and found that her pulse was chaotic, five internal stagnation, qi and fire vain, and yin and yang imbalance~ How should I put it, it's like her spirit is disappearing from her body little by little, but there are no obvious symptoms of illness~ I wonder if the princess is—"

The imperial doctor originally wanted to ask whether the princess would be haunted by evil spirits, but he was taken aback for a moment, but still closed his mouth.

After all, the theory of ghosts and gods has always been available to believers, but not to unbelievers, so there is no way to explore it.

If the emperor and the king of Chen don't believe it, and charge him with the crime of bewitching the public with witchcraft and disrupting the country, then he will surely die.

Therefore, the imperial physician hesitated for a moment, but still did not speak out about his bold guess.

Long Muchen lost his patience seeing the imperial physician's faltering.

He grabbed his collar, like a chicken, and lifted him into the air.

Just as he was thinking of threatening, a deafening cry came from the room.

"Woo--fourteen--woo--"

That was Qian Duoduo's cry!

With a sound of "Pa -", Long Muchen let go, and the poor imperial doctor was thrown to the ground with one hand.

Then he ran up in stride, and pushed open the door.

Seeing the little girl on the bed, she has come to her senses at this moment, is holding a cup of quilt, nestling in a corner, crying pear blossoms with rain, that appearance is as pitiful as it can be said.

Long Muchen's heart was almost in a ball, he rushed over in two or three steps, hugged Qian Duoduo into his arms, kissed her temples, and coaxed her in a good voice: "Duoer don't cry, It's okay, I'm by your side, be good, don't be afraid, don't be afraid of anything!"

Long Muchen thought to himself, she must have been bullied, that's why she cried so heartbreakingly.

He was not in a hurry to ask the ins and outs of the matter, he just hugged Qian Duoduo like this, comforting her and coaxing her.