Bianjing little doctor

In fact, Zhang Xun felt worse than Zhang Zhengxiang.

The little lady whom he looked down on yesterday, is now looked down upon. This made him feel like a fire was burning in his heart, burning his heart and liver, which could not be extinguished or healed...

These days, he tried all kinds of methods, using both soft and hard ones, and even asked Fu Jiuqu to say a few words for him in front of Xin Yi, but none of them worked...

Xin Yi refuses to accept softness and toughness, and completely treats him like air.

It was the daughter of Dali who dangled in front of his eyes like a butterfly all day long.

Zhang Xun used to look at Duan Yun with a pretty face, especially for his life-saving grace, and he liked him more, but now I don't know what is causing the psychological troubles, the more Duan Yun pesters him, the more Zhang Xun evades, the more he doesn't want to face him. To her, even faint loathing...

Just like the former little lady Zhang.

~

In the afternoon, the Dianqian Secretary was extremely hot.

Zhang Xun was resting on the official hat chair in the inner hall when a forbidden soldier hurried in to report.

"Marquis Zhang Duyu..."

Seeing that Zhang Xun's face was black and blue, he smiled awkwardly, "Duan Shizi is here again, looking for you."

Zhang Xun frowned, and suddenly became extremely disgusted. He slapped his forehead heavily and waved his hands impatiently.

"Let her go—"

"This..." The guard's expression changed.

Zhang Xun pursed his lips, knowing that he had misspoken, so he quickly retracted his words.

"Just say I'm not here. I just got off duty and left...to my wife's place."

The imperial guard gave him a deep look, "Yes."

Zhang Xun held his breath, and when the man turned to leave, he gritted his teeth suddenly and kicked the stool with a bang.

"What's the matter?" Cao Yi's voice came in lightly, and his slow steps seemed to be stepping on Zhang Xun's heart, becoming heavier each time.

Zhang Xun looked up at him, stopped his gaffe, and honestly bowed his hands.

"grown ups."

Cao Yi, dressed in a gray robe of a lost building, approached like light rain and light mist, smiling gently.

"If Marquis Zhang Duyu is free, why don't you go have a drink with me to relieve your worries?"

Zhang Xun was slightly taken aback, "It's my honor."

Before returning to Beijing this time, Zhang Xun and Cao Yi were not very close. In Zhang Xun's heart, Zhang Xun felt a sense of alienation from the distant mountains and vast sky. .

Now that he is invited, Zhang Xun has no way to refuse.

~

Jinzhuang Wazi.

The silk and bamboo are gentle and melodious, the drunk son, the charming geisha, soft-spoken, very lively.

This is a fascinating world that is not the same as the world.

Zhang Xun poured wine for Cao Yi and smiled respectfully when he picked it up: "My subordinates respect Cao Yi."

Cao Yi smiled, clinked glasses with him calmly, raised his sleeves and sipped lightly, "Please."

The two of them said insignificant words one by one, and had a drink. Cao Yi was in a state of confusion, and Zhang Xun was even more confused about his purpose.

After a few glasses of wine, Zhang Xun was silent for a moment, and asked each other with a smile.

"I don't know if Mr. Cao called his subordinates to come, but do you have something important to tell?"

Cao Yi said: "Not at all."

Zhang Xun frowned, and his heart became even more suspicious, "Then...the subordinates must feel even more panic."

Cao Yi thought for a while, then smiled slightly, "How do you feel when you return to Beijing to work?"

Zhang Xundao: "It's the same as before. Everything should be the same."

Cao Yi asked: "Are you still used to it?"

Zhang Xun frowned involuntarily, "Adapted... Thank you for your concern."

"That's good." Cao Yi lowered his eyes calmly, drank the wine in his glass, and sighed suddenly, "Don't be nervous, Zhang Duyu. I asked you to drink, just to drink. "

Zhang Xun responded, "Yes."

Cao Yi poured the wine slowly, watching the shiny cup wall being soaked by the wine, and said in a calm voice: "Life is unsatisfactory nine out of ten, and it is only two or three times that you can talk to others. Zhang Duyu has something to worry about, I There are also."

Zhang Xun let out a sigh, his brows were furrowed, and he sighed in a long voice, "This subordinate is burdened by housework and has a terrible headache."

Cao Yi glanced at him slowly, "Forgive me, the world is chess and pawns, you and I are ordinary people, when you should bow your head, you must bow your head."

"Bow your head?" Zhang Xun looked at him puzzled.

Seeing that his face was flushed from drinking, and his eyes were wide open looking at him, Cao Yi couldn't help sighing.

"When the manpower is not enough, you can do it with all your heart. So what if the love is deep? It's nothing more than a dream in spring and autumn. Letting go is to fulfill others, and it is also to fulfill oneself. Duan Shizi is a man of love, and he treats Zhang Duyu with the utmost love, sincerity, and sincerity." One is the old love that cannot be obtained, and the other is the close person in front of me. Cao thought that Marquis Zhang Duyu had a choice..."

Zhang Xun looked at Cao Yi's furrowed brows, and asked through his drunkenness.

"Lord Cao is here to be a lobbyist. Is my wife the one who asked you to come?"

Cao Yi shook his head, "It has nothing to do with Mrs. Zhang."

Zhang Xun frowned fiercely, suddenly toasted and drank heavily, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"This subordinate has a sentence that has been held in my heart for a long time. Let me take this opportunity to explain it to Mr. Cao."

Cao Yi's eyebrows twitched, as if he knew what he was going to say, lowered his eyelids, "Please tell me."

Zhang Xun stared at him coldly, "It is rumored that Mr. Cao once had a close relationship with my lady, do you know if it is true or not?"

Cao Yi's heart hurt slightly, he looked at Zhang Xun silently for a moment, and said, "True."

Truth after drinking is the worst thing to do.

Cao Yi was afraid that he would get angry with Xin Yi because of a misunderstanding, so he said apologetically, "This matter has nothing to do with her, it's all my fault."

Zhang Xun suddenly changed his face.

He had already filled his ears with rumors about Fu Jiuqu and Cao Yi, but he didn't know what kind of mood it was, and he never asked them personally.

He didn't believe it.

I can't believe it.

……

The summer clothes that Xin Yi ordered in the clothing store arrived, big and small, and the clerk delivered them in a donkey cart. The cart was full, and besides the clothes, there were also some quilt covers and pillowcases.

"Received, lady boss."

"Here we come." Xin Yi led San Nian out of the door and asked the clerk of the cloth shop to drive the car into the yard to unload.

San Nian circled the donkey cart, chattering nonstop.

"Mother said that she made more new clothes for Sambo than elder brother and second elder brother, didn't she?"

"Yes, yes." Xin Yi answered while counting, a little perfunctory.

"Why?" San Nian asked.

"Because you are my mother's little padded jacket. The little girl should wear more beautiful clothes, you brat, you don't have to."

"Hee hee, Sambo loves his mother the most."

The little girl's mouth became more and more sweet, Xin Yi glanced at her amusedly, took off the packed clothes, gave the money to the buddy, and then patted San Nian on the face.

"Go play, mother, move things in."

Everyone else in the pharmacy was busy, and Xin Yi didn't want to interrupt them.

It's just hard work, she won't feel tired.

However, San Nian got tired of her and refused to leave, she pulled her sleeves and shook them, "I'll help mother, San Bao grows up and can help mother with things..."

"Good boy." Xin Yi picked up a stack of clothes and was about to turn around when the door that the cloth store clerk had just closed creaked and was pushed open again.

A tall figure rushed over aggressively, San Nian screamed in fright, widened his eyes suddenly, and ran towards Xin Yi.

"mother……"

Xin Yi looked back, put down the clothes in his arms, gently pulled San Nian behind his back, and asked in a cold voice, "Why are you so haunted?"

It was Zhang Xun who came.

His face was flushed, reeking of alcohol, and his eyes were burnt like red clouds, full of hostility.

"Let me ask you. Have you ever had an affair with Cao Yi?"

Xin Yi pursed his lips and looked at the man who obviously drank too much.

"Yes or no, what does it matter to you?"

Zhang Xun snorted coldly, stared at her approaching, gritted his teeth and said: "I really underestimated you. You woman, you woman has some skills, and you actually got Uncle Guo into your hands and let him Come and say something nice for you..."

Xin Yi said with a cold face, "Thank you for the compliment."

"Hehe! Well said." Zhang Xunhong stared, like a wild animal being cornered.

Cao Yi confessed to him today that he had thought about Xin Yi, tactfully advised Zhang Xun to let Xin Yi go, and even warned him not to do anything to hurt Xin Yi, which made the explosive barrel in Zhang Xun's heart that had been stored for a long time, Finally lit.

In front of Cao Yi, he said calmly that he would not care, after all, it was a thing of the past, and at that time everyone mistakenly thought he was dead, it was all reasonable...

However, as soon as the scene was finished, thinking that his little daughter-in-law was coveted by another man, and the two of them might have had an affair between men and women, the fire suppressed in Zhang Xun's heart could not be extinguished. Then come to the door.

"Then let me see your skills..." Zhang Xun suddenly grabbed Xin Yi's arm, and looked at her with those red eyes, "What we didn't do when we got married, we Make it up today."

Xin Yi sneered, "What do you want to do?"

"Consummate the house." Zhang Xun smiled lukewarmly, "Didn't you beg me to take you back then? Today I will fulfill you."