Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 248 Metal Poisoning
Xin Yi was about to go to the table to get water to drink, when he heard that his hands trembled, and the glass almost fell to the ground.

Fu Jiuqu looked at her sideways, "What's wrong?"

Xin Yi sat down and didn't continue to take water, but the green glass "grew legs" and walked in front of him.

"Thank you." Xin Yi winked at Fu Jiuqu, took a sip and handed it back to him.

That movement was smooth and flowing, so naturally, she didn't even think about whether the Duke of Guangling would be the one who would serve tea to others...

Fu Jiuqu took a deep look at her, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he put it back.

Xin Yi said: "Have I told you about my cooperation with Aunt Li of the rouge shop? Take part of the rouge I made myself and sell it in her shop."

Fu Jiuqu hummed, "No."

Xin Yi said: "Aunt Li's husband's surname is Deng. She is the proprietress of Deng's rouge shop..."

Fu Jiuqu was not surprised, not even surprised, and said calmly: "The Kaifeng government is still investigating this matter, and there is no conclusion yet... I just thought that Xingyuan was poisoned that day, and he seemed to have this symptom. You once said It's metal poisoning..."

Xin Yi was taken aback, "Those who used the ointment also had metal poisoning?"

Fu Jiuqu said indifferently: "That's not true. The cause of the disease is unknown at present, and the Kaifeng government is investigating..."

Most of the big and small things in Bianjing are handled by Kaifeng Mansion.

The fundamental reason that attracted Fu Jiuqu's attention...

One is similar to Zhang Xun's situation.

The second is that there is a contract between Xin Yi and Deng's Rouge Shop.

"Tell me, is it possible that someone deliberately tricked me?"

Xin Yi rolled his eyes, and his eyes fell on Fu Jiuqu's face.

"Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? I happened to meet them all?"

Fu Jiuqu said: "You don't need to worry, wait until I find a patient and let you have a look."

"Will the Kaifeng government mind?"

After all, the case was handled by the Kaifeng Mansion, and the Secretary of the Imperial City intervened hastily, and Xin Yi was afraid of causing conflicts.

Fu Jiuqu didn't think so, and smiled lightly, "The mountain people have their own tricks."

The two looked at each other and fell silent suddenly.

A gust of wind blew in through the open window, and there was a slight drizzle of rain, which was a little cool.

Xin Yi got up and went to close the window, "It's going to rain, why don't you stay for dinner tonight?"

In the past, Zhang Xun did not "resurrect from the dead". Fu Jiuqu often ate at the pharmacy, and his subordinates would come over and leave late at night, as if he regarded Xin Yi as his home...

But it's different now.

No matter how long Zhang Xun came back, he was absent from the dinner table at Xin Yi's house.

"No." After hesitating for a century, Fu Jiuqu sighed, looking at Xin Yi with inexplicable helplessness.

"Let Xingyuan know, it's embarrassing."

Xin Yi closed the window tightly, drew the curtains, and looked back at him for a long time.

"As long as we are together, he will always know. I don't like sneaking around, and I don't like this kind of shady feeling. Do you want to wait forever?"

Fu Jiuqu's eyes moved slightly, "No."

Xin Yi tilted her head and looked at him with a half-smile, "Why do you look guilty?" She walked over slowly, held her breath, sat in front of Fu Jiuqu, and hummed again.

"You don't want to wait for him to take the initiative to reconcile, do you? Or...the king of Guangling County really wants to condescend and become my concubine?"

Fu Jiuqu glanced at her.

"I'll find a way."

Xin Yi snorted disapprovingly, "You said that you would talk to him when he settled down and the matter of the prince of Dali was settled. Now that he has returned to his post and received a reward, he is settled, right? The prince of Dali is now settled. My son still came to me and asked me to give Zhang Xun to her... I think she's fine? Is it settled?"

Fu Jiuqu: "She is looking for you?"

Xin Yi: "You answer my question first."

Seeing her serious look, Fu Jiuqu chuckled, took her hand, held it in the palm of her hand with a sigh, and squeezed it lightly.

"Isn't this being resolved?"

"What's the matter?" Xin Yi squinted and pulled his hands.

Fu Jiuqu pondered for a moment, his tone cold and indifferent, "The Chenla envoy Bianhe was in danger, and the boat sank at the bottom of the river. Dali's son Bianhe was assassinated. If the Imperial City Secretary hadn't gone quickly and traveled a long distance to fight for his life, he might have been murdered too. How much luck is less..."

Xin Yi said, "Could it be Zhang Lu again?"

Fu Jiuqu didn't speak, but Xin Yi scolded him first.

"Let me just say, if the long grass doesn't get rid of its roots, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows. If the cause of the disaster is not removed, there will be future troubles. If it is really Zhang Lu, what should the officials think?"

Fu Jiuqu frowned, "Although the officials said they didn't kill Zhang Lu and let him go home, but there are imperial guards guarding him, he is not allowed to see guests, and he is not allowed to go out..."

"What's the use of this?" Xin Yi suddenly felt that the ancients were actually very naive, and their minds didn't seem to have as many twists and turns as modern people.

"As long as you have the heart, let alone restricting going out, even if you lock him in the house, you can dig a tunnel to get out, do you believe it?"

Fu Jiuqu's expression froze slightly.

Just at this moment Sun Huai came in, coughed lightly, reported an hour to Fu Jiuqu, and said, "Master, it's time to go home."

This is Fu Jiuqu's explanation to Sun Huai.

He was afraid that he would be too happy to think about leaving, and he would be reluctant to go back when he came, so he specifically told Sun Huai to remind himself that Sun Huai did his duty every day, and he didn't expect that today, before he closed his mouth, he received a cold stare.

"What are you panicking about?" Fu Jiuqu glanced at Xin Yi's stern face, "I'll leave after dinner."

Xin Yi looked at him speechlessly, "Didn't you say you don't want to eat? Did you mean it's inconvenient?"

Fu Jiuqu smiled slightly: "It's hard to turn down the kindness."

"Hmph!" Xin Yi glanced at him, "I'm not welcome anymore."

"Little lady is so unreasonable..." Fu Jiuqu coaxed her in a soft tone, Sun Huai couldn't bear to look at him directly: "I have a bad appetite these days, and I miss my pickled radish very much..."

Xin Yi runs a pharmacy and is usually very busy, so he doesn't have much time to delve into the dishes. Most of them focus on simple and convenient home cooking.

However, in order to improve the food, Xin Yi made many of his favorite side dishes according to the taste in his memory.These things are nothing in later generations. Back to Bianjing City in the Northern Song Dynasty, it is unique and novel, and it is the only one.

The pickled radish that Fu Jiuqu said was grown in Xin Yi's own garden. I don't know if it is a psychological effect. After ordinary radishes are in Xin Yi's hands, it is no longer an ordinary radish, and it becomes crispy and delicious. Fu Jiuqu It can eat two bowls of rice...

The magic of Xin Yi, the longer Fu Jiuqu gets along with her, the more he sees her, the more he likes her in his heart. In fact, he no longer regards her as Zhang Xun's ugly wife—the little lady Zhang who will die and live for Zhang Xun .

In consciousness, they are two people, but they happen to be the same person.

This made Fu Jiuqu sometimes feel guilty when he saw Zhang Xun. He wanted to speak clearly a few times, but he silently swallowed it under Zhang Xun's trusting smile...

(End of this chapter)