Bianjing little doctor

Fu Jiuqu sent Xin Yi to Yuelai Inn and left.

He was nowhere to be seen until evening.

Xin Yi sleeps with his clothes on, and it will be dark when he waits.

Baozhuang came to knock on the door and woke her up from her sleep. Only then did Xin Yi realize that her hands and feet were cold, and she sneezed several times in a row. She quickly got up, took a bath in hot water, changed her clothes, and then carried the medicine box and Baozhuang Went to Zhao Zongshi's house.

An ordinary blue-tiled house, no one can tell that it is the residence of the future emperor.

Gao Miao was waiting for her, anxious like ants on a hot pot.

"Go and see Zhao Shisan, it's fine during the day, but now it's hot again."

Xin Yi nodded and quickened his pace.

As soon as I entered the house, I almost died of heat.It was obviously a hot summer, and the windows were closed tightly, so that the wind could not get through at all. Zhao Zongshi was still covered with a thick quilt.

Xin Yi looked at Gao Miao, "Are you covering the prickly heat?"

Gao Miao said: "When he woke up in the afternoon, he kept shouting that he was cold, sweating all over his body and shouting cold. I have no choice."

Xin Yi stepped forward and was about to uncover the quilt when he found that Zhao Zongshi was awake, so he snapped his fingers.

"General, offended."

"My lady."

Zhao Zongshi's voice was hoarse, his face was pale, and he looked inexplicably weak.

Xin Yi even said he didn't dare, so he sat down on the stool brought by Baozhuang and felt Zhao Zongshi's pulse.

After a long while, he withdrew his hand and said calmly: "The general's poison has not been eliminated, I'm afraid I have to take Banyue decoction again."

Zhao Zongshi nodded slightly, with a simple and honest smile on his face, "I'm not afraid of taking medicine, my lady can prescribe it."

Xin Yi inexplicably thinks that this person is a little cute and simple-minded.

She re-prescribed the prescription, asked Baozhuang to pick up the medicine, opened the windows again, removed the thick quilt, and only took a thin blanket to cover him.

"General, sleep a little longer. Sleeping more will help your body recover."

Zhao Zongshi nodded and closed his eyes, Gao Miao asked anxiously, "It's hot when I touch his forehead, will it be all right?"

Xin Yi said: "Are there any ice cubes in the mansion? Find some and apply ice packs on him, it can reduce the fever."

Gao Miao nodded, "I'll ask someone to get it right now. You can go to the county king."

"Jun Wang?" Xin Yi was surprised.

Gao Miao raised her eyebrows, "In the West Wing."

Only then did Xin Yi know that Fu Jiuqu was in Zhao Zongshi's house.

The size of this house is small, and there are only a few people waiting on it, so it is a little cold.

Under the leadership of Jia Ding, Xin Yi met Fu Jiuqu in the study on the south side of the west wing.

A warm yellow light shines through the doors and windows, and the door is ajar.

When Xin Yi arrived, Huang Sheng was just about to leave. He opened the door and walked out, took a look at Xin Yi, and strode away.

There were also two tall men dressed as generals inside, but Xin Yi didn't recognize them. Seeing that Fu Jiuqu was talking to them, he was about to retreat to the yard first when he heard Fu Jiuqu's voice.

"Come in."

Xin Yi stopped.

The two generals turned their heads to look at each other, and said goodbye to Fu Jiuqu together.

"Go."

"Yes."

Xin Yi stood sideways at the door, waiting for them to go out, then slowly walked in front of Fu Jiuqu, and saluted him across a cherry wood desk.

"The king of the county."

Fu Jiuqu was grabbing a pen to write, when he heard this, he stopped and raised his eyes to look at her, the tip of his eyes twitching.

"Sit. Wait for me a moment."

Xin Yi hummed, didn't look at what he was writing, sat down on the chair next to him, observed the study with great interest, and asked with a casual smile:

"Why is the king here?"

Fu Jiuqu: "Guest residence."

Xin Yi wondered, "Why don't you invite me to come and live here too. There is such a nice house to live in, and you sent me to the inn alone..."

Fu Jiuqu hesitated for a moment, finished writing the last few words, pressed them with a paperweight, walked around the desk and walked in front of Xin Yi, with a low smile.

"I'll follow you back to the inn tonight."

Xin Yi was even more surprised, "Are you going to sleep in an inn?"

Fu Jiuqu hummed.

Xin Yi glanced at the night outside the door, and looked at Fu Jiuqu carefully, "Why?"

In ancient times, it was common for people to go out and stay at the home of friends or relatives, and it was not as awkward as Xin Yi was in that era.Moreover, a home has better confidentiality and privacy than an inn, which is more convenient for Fu Jiuqu.

Since Fu Jiuqu has already spent the night in Zhao Zongshi's residence, why leave now?

Xin Yi said with a smile: "If Ninth Brother is worried about me, there is no need. I can go to the inn by myself..."

"That's it." Fu Jiuqu was domineering as always, and reached out to Xin Yi after speaking.

Xin Yi slowly put his hands on her. Fu Jiuqu smiled slightly, pulled her up, and wrapped her arms around her.

"Let's go, go eat, and we'll leave after dinner."

~

Zhao Zongshi and his wife specially hosted a banquet in the mansion to thank Fu Jiuqu and Xin Yi for their "life-saving grace".

Originally, the banquet was scheduled for tomorrow, and Gao Miao wanted to wait until Zhao Zongshi was in better health, but Fu Jiuqu had military duties and was about to leave for the south soon, so they had to advance it.

The night was dark, the garden was brightly lit, and there were few pedestrians along the way.

The people who sat with him in the dining hall were only a few colleagues who had a good personal relationship with Zhao Zongshi.

Their wives are also there.

Through a screen, you can hear the sound, but you can't see anyone.

Xin Yi was glad that he was wearing men's clothes when he came here, so he didn't have to go to the other side of the screen to chat with his wives embarrassingly.

Fu Jiuqu seemed to know what she was thinking, so he took her directly to the main seat, pulled out the chair and motioned her to sit down.

Fu Jiuqu didn't introduce Xin Yi's identity, and they knew the rules and didn't ask.

The king of Guangling County personally watched a young man who was seated - this is how several Yuezhou officials think of Xin Yi.

The dishes are rich, and the ladies who are separated by a screen are smiling and talking softly, while the adults are cautious, pushing cups and changing dishes, the etiquette is thoughtful, and the flattery is just right.

Zhao Zongshi was still on the sickbed, and Gao Miao came to treat the guests alone.

She came back from Drunken Immortal Pavilion before she had time to wash and change her clothes. She was dressed in men's attire, showing nobility.

"I respect everyone!"

Gao Miao poured the wine herself and thanked everyone one by one.

Xin Yi observed Fu Jiuqu, and found that he hardly moved his chopsticks on the table, and only took a symbolic drink when Gao Miao toasted.

However, when he left Zhao Zongshi's house, he was so drunk that he could hardly even ride a horse, so Gao Miao had to get someone to drive the carriage out.

Xin Yi quickly supported him, and nodded to Gao Miao.

"Your Majesty, please come back. The general's body should be raised for a few more days to avoid fatigue. I will stay at the Yuelai Inn tonight. If you need anything, you can send someone to call me, day or night, regardless of the time of day." .”

Gao Miao nodded slightly, and didn't say much thanks, but there was complete trust and gratitude in her eyes.

"Wait until the army triumphs, and we will meet again in Beijing."

Xin Yi smiled, "As long as the county lord calls, I'm free anytime."

Gao Miao snorted softly, showing a tired and relaxed smile, as if she was calm in front of her friends for many years, and gave her a leisurely look.

"If only your man was as lovely as your mouth."

Xin Yi blinked and teased her, "In front of you, I will always be cute."

She was teasing her gay friends and girlfriends, but Gao Miao had seldom talked like this with others since she was a child, and she immediately felt that Xin Yi was teasing her, just like the first time they met.

"Irregular things! Come back quickly, the county king is too strong to drink, so he went back to rest earlier."

Fu Jiuqu was still staggering by Xin Yi's side.

On the other side is the helplessness of Duan Sui shouting "Ouch"...

"Oh, why are you so drunk." Xin Yi felt that Fu Jiuqu's behavior tonight was a little puzzling.

But everyone's tolerance to alcohol is different. She can't despise Fu Jiuqu just because he doesn't drink well, can she?

"Let's go, let's go, let's go. Brother Jiu, get in the car."

The man's heavy body fell on him, and Xin Yi felt like a flower bone that had been destroyed by a storm. If it weren't for that strength, he might have been crushed by Fu Jiuqu.

Duan Sui was also in a cold sweat, he helped and pulled, "Master Jiu, be careful where you step, don't kick the shaft..."

boom!
Before he finished speaking, Fu Jiuqu kicked it up with precision.

Duan Sui supported the Lord with a mournful face, and glanced at Xin Yi, "I'm such a crow's mouth."

Xin Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he didn't want to save face for the drunk anymore, so he grabbed him with his arms and dragged him onto the carriage.

Then, Duan Sui looked at this thin little lady in astonishment, and "carried" their ninth master into the carriage.

The curtain flapped shut, and Xin Yi's voice came.

"Let's go."

Duan Sui gasped, before responding, "Oh."

~

The lights in Yuezhou city were bright.

When passing by Yueyang Tower, Xin Yi specially opened the curtain and admired this famous building through the ages in the carriage.

With the Milky Way above the head and the gurgling water, the majestic and magnificent Yueyang Tower becomes soft and affectionate in the night, and the flying eaves and brackets are hidden in the night, as if to compete with the sky.

The same Yueyang Tower, different feelings.

Amidst the creaking of the carriage, Xin Yi seemed to be walking through a history book, traveling through time and space, still in a trance.

A hand reached out and gently held hers.

"Little Eleven..."

Xin Yi turned her head and saw Fu Jiuqu's handsome face flickering in the light, and couldn't help laughing.

"Sober up?"

Fu Jiuqu's eyes were half-closed, and the night breeze was blowing. He was dressed in white, with wide sleeves swinging lightly, and the corners of his lips curled up with a lazy smile, as if he would be a fairy who had been practicing for thousands of years, just bewitching Xin Yi's mind. She was pulled over by him easily and sat on his lap.

"The beautiful woman is in my arms, but the king is still drunk..."