Bianjing little doctor

"This year's snow is really scary!"

Sun Huai has lived in Bianjing for so many years, and has never seen snow and wind like this year.The long wind passed through Ma Xing Street, blowing the flags in front of the shops loudly, Sun Huai's white and fat face was stabbed like a knife...

Looking at Fu Jiuqu again, his cloak was blown up by the snow wind, making him look even thinner.

Fearing that his master would be blown away by the wind, Sun Huai sneezed and rubbed his nose to block the wind, but Fu Jiuqu didn't realize it, and stood at the entrance of the medicine shop with his head up, looking at the eaves covered with snow, and The horizontal plaque with the four characters "Xinyi Pharmacy" written on it.

"Cough! What time is it, why isn't the pharmacy open yet?"

Sun Huai talked to himself alone, but got no response, so he stepped forward and pushed the door open.

The snow on the lintel fell down and landed on his shoulders. Sun Huai poohed twice, just as he was about to pat himself, he swept the snow off his master, and quickly put on a smile to wipe it off, but was dismissed by Fu Jiuqu with a glance .

"Knock on the door."

Sun Huai's hand stopped in mid-air.

Fu Jiuqu just looked at him, without emotion, nor joy, anger, sorrow or joy in his eyes, but he felt goose bumps all over his body...

The knock on the door rang for a long time before there was a dissatisfied response from inside.

"Who is it, isn't there a notice posted at the door? It's closed on the Lantern Festival, and it won't be until the eighteenth day of the first lunar month..."

The door panel creaked open, and Xiang Ling's voice stopped abruptly.

She stared blankly at the Prince of Guangling standing tall at the entrance of the medicine workshop, and Eunuch Sun's particularly festive face, and couldn't react for a while.

"Oh, Miss Xiangling, it's snowing heavily outside, you quickly welcome our master in, make a bowl of hot tea and drink it..."

Sun Huai's voice brought back Xiang Ling's surprise.

It also made her cry uncontrollably.

Familiar people and familiar words brought her back to the time when Xin Yi was alive...

"I didn't expect... Oh, please come in quickly, the county king please come in!"

Xiang Ling responded at a loss, carefully moved the stool against the door, laughed and cried, and raised his voice to call for someone.

"Miss An, beloved, come out and see who is here..."

On a snowy day, the light in the house is very dark, the main hall is not lit, but there are still sacrifices on the sacrificial table, the smell of incense and medicine rushes over, in the sound of wind and snow, like a cold knife cutting the heart of a person.

Mrs. An and her beloved ran out, and saw the King of Guangling standing there, with a pair of dark and deep eyes, darker and bigger because of his thin cheeks, and a clear and cold face, as white as a piece of paper, and a big cloak wrapped around him On the thin and slender body, one can faintly see the frail body under the thick cloak.

Compared with when he left Beijing the year before last, he seemed to have lost his human form.

But seeing the old scene, not the old face.

Sun Huai wiped away tears, "Our master came to see my wife."

"Jun Wang..." Seeing Xiang Ling crying, Liangren also shed tears.

"Our wife is gone... In this year, we went to the manor to look for the county king many times... but we never saw each other..."

She cried, and Xiang Ling's crying became louder.

"Can the king of the county tell us why my sister is gone?"

With his back to the door and facing the sacrificial table, Fu Jiuqu's figure was a little blurry, but he looked depressed.

Seeing that he was silent, Mrs. An looked left and right, raised her sleeves and wiped the corners of her eyes, and said with a sad smile: "Look at you two, what's the rush? Can't you please sit in the inner hall and talk again?"

Fu Jiuqu nodded, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he slowly walked in.

No one knew how hard he had to overcome when he stepped into the Xinyi Pharmacy again, so that he could remain calm in a place full of her beautiful shadows, instead of crying bitterly...

Mrs. An originally wanted to arrange him in the tea room in the inner hall, with the reclining chair he used to sit on, but Fu Jiuqu refused. He traveled all the way, went to the vegetable field in the backyard, looked at the earthen stove and well, and saw the traces of Xin Yi's life. .

"she……"

Fu Jiuqu raised his hand, wanting to say something, when a gust of snow wind flew over, he couldn't help coughing.

Sun Huai quickly handed over the handkerchief.

Mrs. An turned her head to watch him take it, only to realize that the county king's hand was bony and bony, and the emerald green finger that was originally put on the thumb was probably too loose, and he didn't see him wearing it again.

Lady An's eye circles immediately became hot.

"The king of the county wants to ask the lady who planted those peppers, corn, and tomatoes?"

Fu Jiuqu's eyes were red. It was unknown whether it was blown by the wind or from a cough, and his light complexion became even paler.

He nodded to Mrs. Ann.

Mrs. An said: "The crops are all ripe, and we didn't wait for her to come back to harvest them. We didn't know how to eat them, so we followed her instructions before leaving, and after harvesting, we kept them as seeds and stored them..."

She sighed softly, "It's not damp, so I put it in the attic. I will plant some in the spring... and burn some for her on the day when the lady is auspicious. Therefore, we also want to ask the king of the county, the lady passed away The specific time..."

"She's not dead." Fu Jiuqu's cough stopped, and the voice came faintly, like a snow wind whimpering, but extremely firm, "How could she die? She's alive."

Mrs. An was pleasantly surprised at first, and then she looked at the ghostly white face of King Guangling, exchanged glances with her beloved and Xiang Ling, and her heart sank immediately.

Is the King of Guangling... crazy?
Why does that look so scary?
They didn't believe Fu Jiuqu's words.

However, in the eerie silence, there was suddenly an angelic exclamation.

"Really? My mother is not dead?" The child's joy came unexpectedly.

San Nian pushed open the door on the second floor, looked around, and soon ran down, rushing towards Fu Jiuqu like a swallow.

"Uncle Fu, quickly take us to find mother... I knew that mother is not dead, mother must not be dead..."

Fu Jiuqu was slightly taken aback.

The hazy sky fell softly on San Nian's upturned smiling face, her big black eyes were full of hope.

Behind the little girl, there are one and two thoughts coming out slowly.

Under the blowing of the snow wind, the two boys didn't raise their heads, but it could be seen that they had grown taller and a lot bigger...but they were thinner than before. One or two sticks look like bamboo poles.

"Why are you here?" Fu Jiuqu's deep eyes kept wandering.

Mrs. An and the others lowered their heads in panic, not daring to make a sound.

Yi Nian looked up at him, was silent for a moment, bowed his hands and greeted Fu Jiuqu, and then said: "Mother's Xiaoxiang Day, we came here specially to pay homage..."

Fu Jiuqu noticed that the three children were all wearing plain white clothes, not filial piety clothes, but with hemp rope tied around their waists, so he frowned.

After Xin Yi's death, the three children were supposed to "serve three" for her according to the rules, but when Zhang Xun came back and took her away, he removed the filial clothes for them.

This move made it clear that he did not recognize the fact that Xin Yi was the child's stepmother.

The hemp rope on the three little ones was found by Mrs. An after they came over last night to help them tie it on, but they couldn't wear their previous clothes, so they could only do their best to fulfill their filial piety.However, they all thought that the lady would not care about these things, and the three children were delighted that they could think of her and come to observe their filial piety overnight.

"Uncle Fu."

San Nian was overjoyed, his eyes looked like stars.

Yi Nian lowered his head maturely, and asked earnestly, "Is my mother really alive?"

All eyes were on Fu Jiuqu's face.

Fu Jiuqu pondered for a moment, then smiled silently, "Yes."

Yi Nian looked up: "Then where is she?"

Second thought: "Yes, then why didn't she come back?"

San Nian: "Is your mother injured and can't come to us? Uncle Fu, can you take us to find your mother?"

Fu Jiuqu said quietly: "She lives in a place we can't see or find. But she can see us, each of us..."

Everyone: "..."

Isn't this a way of coaxing children?
The atmosphere was inexplicably a little weird.

Seeing the disappointment on the faces of the three children, Sun Huai coughed lightly and said with a smile:
"This year's snow is really heavy. I have never seen such a big snow since I grew up."

"That's right, ghosts were crying like wolves howling, and the green bamboos outside the courtyard were all broken in the middle, it's an injustice." Mrs. An sighed, patted San Nian's head, and said earnestly.

"If you have this kind of heart for the lady, the lady will be happy in the sky. It's getting late, you go back quickly... Don't let your father know, you have to train others..."

After saying that, she lowered her head to untie the hemp rope on Sannian's waist.

"Go back, don't mention anything, especially don't mention your mother, you know?"

Yi Nian nodded obediently: "We understand..."

"I don't understand." San Nian suddenly interrupted Yi Nian, "He doesn't care about what we do or not. Hmph! Being in his house is like being in prison, either being scolded by him or kneeling down to his wife Apologize... I won't be half happy in his house, I won't go back..."

"When Mother was here, she never punished us to kneel. During the Chinese New Year, because I broke Madam's green-glazed amphora, she made me kneel for three hours...how do I know how expensive that ghost jar is? I'm a bumpkin, and I don't know anything good about the chancellor's family..."

Saying that, San Nian ran over to hold Zhen'er, looked eagerly at Mrs. An, then glanced at Fu Jiuqu from the corner of her eye, and said with lowered eyelids:
"I want to stay in the pharmacy, with Mrs. An and Zhen'er."

After running, Fu Jiuqu realized that the little girl's right foot was indeed a little lame.

His eyes darkened, "Is he treating you badly?"

Yi Nian avoided his gaze and shook his head.

Er Nian sneered, "Okay, it's very good, there is no such good father."

San Nian didn't say anything, but silently hugged Fu Jiuqu's leg with red eyes, calling Uncle Fu over and over again, and heard Mrs. An and the others keep wiping their eyes, but they couldn't wipe them clean. It's like a dike has burst.

Fu Jiuqu's complexion gradually became cold.

"Go to the back room, you and Uncle Fu have a good talk."