Bianjing little doctor

Nong Zhigao's head?

Fu Jiuqu raised his lips slightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip without moving his eyes.

Duan Sui didn't care about his reaction.

Because these days, no matter what he heard, Master Jiu's reaction was no response.

For a long time, Duan Sui didn't hear Fu Jiuqu's voice, he was holding back a little hard, and he looked at his master's expression frequently and unwisely, his ambition to do great things could no longer be restrained.

"The subordinate has an idea."

Fu Jiuqu smiled, "Say."

Duan Sui said: "I guess the purpose of the Dongchuan County King's gift of the horse is to ask Master Jiu to mediate from it, so as not to turn around and die at the official's house. You think, it took so long for them to enshrine Nong Zhigao's head. When it comes to Da Song, it is clear that I don’t see Da Song seriously, so the officials can feel at ease..."

"Shut up if you can't speak." Fu Jiuqu said coldly.

Duan Sui felt wronged: "Didn't you tell me to say it?"

Fu Jiuqu stared coldly into his eyes.

Duan Sui pouted, "My mouth twitched and I made the sound myself."

Fu Jiuqu looked over calmly, "There is a kind of person in this world who never kills with a knife."

Duan Sui: "This subordinate understands, it's you, Master Jiu."

Fu Jiuqu: "..."

Duan Sui noticed that his expression was not right, so he said, "Isn't it? Is there anyone more ruthless than Lord Jiu?"

Fu Jiuqu glanced at him, shook his head, and then ordered: "Wrap the pastries you brought back from the pharmacy today, and I'll go and see the three children."

Right now, Yi Nian and Er Nian are studying in the eldest princess's mansion. The eldest princess loves them very much and specially invited teachers to come to their door.

San Nian is the same as before, occasionally studying with his two elder brothers when he is happy, and most of the time, he pesters Zhou Daozi to study medicine.

Duan Sui responded with a smile when he heard this.

As soon as the three little ones were mentioned, Master Jiu's expression became much better. At this time, as their subordinates, their lives would be much easier.

Duan Sui Xi diligently went out with the cakes, and before he had passed the waterside pavilion, he saw Cheng Cang striding over from the opposite side.

Fu Jiuqu stopped and waved to Duan Sui.

Duan Sui looked at the expressions of the two of them looking at each other, and suddenly felt that he was superfluous.

"Prince of the county." Cheng Cang walked up to Fu Jiuqu, bowed and saluted, "A girl fell into the water in Wazi, Jinzhuang today."

Fu Jiuqu listened lazily, not paying much attention.

Cheng Cang looked at him, "The subordinates sent people to check, and they are members of the Dali Mission. The strange thing is that the girl fell into the Wuzhang River from the second floor of Jinzhuang. The second floor had a half-person-high guardrail." , normal people have to climb over to jump off, how did she fall down as a blind person? There is one more thing..."

He observed Fu Jiuqu's expression.

"That girl looks very similar to the little lady."

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The Central Guest House of the Northern Song Dynasty, also known as the post house, is managed by Honglu Temple. It is a place to entertain envoys from surrounding countries. Envoys from Goryeo, Dali, Xixia, Huihe, Liao and other countries have lived for a long time.

When Gao Minglou entered the door, the green curtain was half-covered and half-opened, and there was a woman lying on the bed with her eyes closed, her small face buried in the quilt, as if she was asleep, without a sound.

He took a look and frowned, "Why did you fall asleep without drying your hair?"

The accompanying girl was packing up the girl's changed clothes in the room, she was startled when she heard this, and she turned around and knelt down to pay her respects.

"My lord, please forgive me. Ayima said she has a headache and sleepiness..."

"Whatever she says?" Gao Minglou's face darkened, "Get punished yourself."

"Yes!" The girl didn't dare to say anything, and retreated silently.

The curtain of green and white gauze swayed slightly.

Gao Minglou stepped forward, leaned over and looked at the woman under the quilt.

A small face under the dim light, with picturesque eyebrows, is at the tender age of a flower, but its complexion is as pale as paper, like a bird whose wings have been cut off, it has outstanding beauty, but also has a touch of beauty. The lingering melancholy, even when she fell asleep, her brows were tightly furrowed, not knowing what she dreamed about.

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Xin Yi slept for a long time.

Time and space whizzed past her eyes like a gust of wind, and the absurd dreams were like messy movie plots, replaying in her mind repeatedly.

She sees herself falling off a cliff, through life and death.

I also saw myself riding an elephant in a place called Dongchuan County, like an innocent child.

No, more precisely, the poor blind man.

In the eyes of the blind man, there is deathly darkness, as lonely as a wasteland.

The elephant rolled her up high with its trunk...

The soul floats and wanders in time and space.

The spirit and the body seem to be stripped and divided into two.

She watched herself being lifted up by the elephant's trunk and then dropped.

Then with a bang, it fell heavily into the icy water of the Wuzhang River...

The darkness was like a devil's bloody mouth, sweeping her whole body, and she didn't know anything after that.

When she opened her eyes again and saw the familiar yet unfamiliar face of the man in front of her, a thunderbolt seemed to pass through her mind, her eyes were dazed and dazed for a while.

Gao Minglou is used to her gaze like this.

There is no focal length, but the bottom of the eyes is clear and clear.

If they didn't know that she couldn't see, no one would believe that such a pair of beautiful eyes would be blind.

Gao Minglou pursed his lips slightly, "Are you awake? Is there any discomfort?"

Xin Yi stared at him blankly, thought for a long time, and responded softly, but there seemed to be no sound coming out.

Gao Minglou frowned: "Why did you suddenly fall from the second floor?"

"I can't see things clearly." Xin Yi watched him approaching him, and the hairs on his body stood up. "I heard the excitement outside, so I groped and walked over. I didn't know that there was a river below..."

Gao Minglou was slightly taken aback.

After looking at the little face behind the green curtain for a long time, he suddenly lifted his lips.

"You speak a lot more sharply today."

Xin Yi's heart was suddenly cold, and he slowly pursed his lips, pulled the quilt over his heart, tried his best to calm himself down, and asked a little confused: "Really? It might be me, scared, scared."

Gao Minglou sat down beside her, "This time you have learned a lesson, let's see if you dare to go to the tile house to listen to the opera."

Xin Yi said: "Do you stay in the post all day long if you don't go to the opera? That would be very boring."

Gao Minglou pursed his lips, "Your lively temperament has not changed..."

Xin Yi froze slightly, lowered his eyes and asked stiffly: "Isn't I like this before?"

Gao Minglou didn't answer, he hesitated for a moment, then narrowed his eyes suddenly, and said: "Tomorrow evening, there will be a Guzici performance in Jinzhuang, I will take you to listen to it."

"Okay." Xin Yi answered him softly, sighed sadly, and laughed again: "The voice of Song Dynasty is different from other places. It is much more lively than Dali and Dongchuan County!"

Looking at her crescent-shaped eyes, Gao Minglou secretly sighed.

Her eyes are broken, and she can't see clearly, so she likes to listen to lively sounds.

"Be more careful next time, don't go out to be naughty again."

Hearing Gao Minglou's voice that sounded like a smile but not a smile, Xin Yi's heart tightened slightly, and her back was wet and uncomfortable. She suppressed the discomfort, lowered her eyes, and nodded as if nothing had happened.

"Ah."

Gao Minglou stared at her, his pupils darkened slightly, he lowered his eyes for a moment, then suddenly put his hand on the side of her bed, stroked the quilt lightly, frowned and thought, as if he wanted to say something to her, but in the end She stood up slowly, and smiled.

"Let Hongdou wring your hair dry before you sleep, or you'll catch a cold."

The faint scent of wine mixed with the nice smell of incense on the man's body, that familiar face lowered down, and the cold black eyes were facing hers.

"Do you understand? I'll be worried if you do this."

"Okay..." Xin Yi's voice seemed to be stuck in his throat.

Gao Minglou curled his lips, and the color in those unusual eyes became a bit darker.

"You used to say, got it."

"...I...understand." Xin Yi murmured.

"Hey, you can rest for a while." Gao Minglou glanced at her approvingly, tucked the corner of the quilt, turned and left, and called the frightened girl Hongdou by the way.

"Take good care of Ayima, if something like Jinzhuang happens again, be careful with your head."

Hongdou was too frightened to look up, and bowed and bowed again and again.

"The servant girl respectfully obeys the order of the young master."

It wasn't until she watched the tall figure leave that surprise appeared on her face.

Why is this happening?

This time travel seems to be more exciting than last time...

No, it's a thrill.

Because she didn't fall from the second floor of Jinzhuang, but was pushed down.

Although she couldn't see clearly at that time, there were no outsiders around, so there was only one possibility, the person who pushed her down was either Gao Minglou or someone who was instructed by Gao Minglou.

The past was fleeting, Xin Yi suddenly hugged his head and closed his eyes.

She was a little tired, a little surprised, a little hesitant, and had some crazy thoughts...

She wants to see the King of Guangling County.

Fu Jiuqu.