Bianjing little doctor

A sudden shower relieved the summer heat of the Dragon Boat Festival, and also knocked down the flowers in the city.

In the early morning, the Eldest Princess sent someone to inform Fu Jiuqu that today the official family will hold a banquet in Qionglin Garden in honor of the envoys from various countries who came to Beijing to pay tribute, and let him go to the banquet with them.

Because Fu Jiuqu has always been tired of socializing, the Eldest Princess specially told Mrs. Qian that several plants of Yao Huang Wei Zi from Luoyang, Xijing were raised in Qionglin Garden this year, and she wanted to see them very much.

This was because he was afraid that Fu Jiuqu would not agree, and would suppress him with filial piety.

Unexpectedly, before Mrs. Qian finished speaking, Fu Jiuqu waved her hands impatiently.

"Understood. Back off."

Mrs. Qian smiled so much that her eyes were narrowed, she bowed frequently, and walked away joyfully.

Fu Jiuqu picked up the old sachet on the desk, looked down at it for a moment, gently stroked the yellowed thread with his fingers, and took a deep sniff at the tip of his nose, closing his eyes.

"Dragon Boat Festival is here again!"

The scent of mugwort cyperus in the sachet has faded, but it is still the same as the one floating on the street outside. It still smells like the Dragon Boat Festival, as if nothing has changed. Looking at the clumsy stitches, Fu Jiuqu can even recall Xin Yi gnashing his teeth to turn on the lamp. The indignant appearance of embroidery...

"Master..." When Sun Huai opened the curtain and came in, he saw the strange smile on the master's face, and his heart was so terrified that he was almost too scared to speak.

Fu Jiuqu lowered his face, "What's the matter?"

Sun Huai put the tray in his hand on the case, and carefully brought out the teacup, "Miss Zhou is here to watch the child in Jin Yuxuan."

Fu Jiuqu glanced at him, "This is the official's favor, what do you want her to do?"

Sun Huai coughed lightly, and smiled awkwardly, "How dare you meddle in Mrs. Zhou's affairs? She is pregnant with a dragon species in her stomach, and her body is very precious. It was Mrs. Zhou who said just now, wait a while I want to come to pay respects to the county king..."

Fu Jiuqu remained expressionless, "Let her go."

Before the voice fell, a clear and pleasant voice came from outside.

"I have something to ask to see the king of the county, please pass it on to guard Duan for me."

Fu Jiuqu glared at Sun Huai, who smiled innocently.

The relationship between Zhou Yiliu and the eldest princess' mansion has always been close, but that is only limited to the eldest princess herself.

Zhao Yuqing had always felt guilty about Zhou Yiliu's appointment to the palace to serve the emperor, but later she saw that she was favored by the official family, so she withdrew her sympathy a little.There are fewer meetings and a lot of indifference, but the relationship between master and servant has always been there for many years.

But Fu Jiuqu has always been indifferent to Zhou Yiliu, and it's hard to take a second look at him.

"Master, I'm going to beat someone up now..."

Before Sun Huai turned around, he saw Fu Jiuqu stuffing the sachet into his bosom and said softly.

"Let her in."

Sun Huai turned his head: "..."

The curtain was lifted, and Zhou Yiliu's delicate footsteps came slowly, carrying the fragrance of the grass and trees in the courtyard.

Walking in front of Fu Jiuqu, she held her lower abdomen modestly and bowed slightly.

"I have met the county king myself."

Fu Jiuqu: "What do you want from me?"

Zhou Yiliu raised her head in response.

In the room was the young and handsome Guangling County King, dressed in white, with black hair like ink, and a thin face that was so pale that no blood could be seen, but his eyes were deep and terrifying, extremely cold, and he swept them lazily, as if trying to see through her thoughts.

Zhou Yiliu slowly stood up.

In front of King Guangling, she didn't need to talk nonsense. …

"Zhang Xueyi is dying soon."

Fu Jiuqu raised his eyes slightly, slowly picked up the teacup and lowered it lightly, with a sneer.

"It seems that you didn't take too much trouble?"

Zhou Yiliu's eyelashes drooped slightly, and she couldn't see the emotion in her eyes.

"I do everything for the county king. The county king doesn't like her and hates her for harming Mrs. Zhang, so she has no need to live."

Fu Jiuqu glanced at her coldly, "You know Zhang Xueyi's position in the hearts of the officials. She can't afford it, and you are pregnant, so you can overwhelm her a little... so impatient, what are you afraid of?"

Everyone said that Miss Zhou's family was rich and generous, but Zhou Yiliu always had a thorn in her heart.

The officials favored her but had no love for her.

After Zhang Xueyi became ill, even though she was crazy and crazy, she was still honored and favored constantly. The officials scolded her, scolded her, and sometimes annoyed her, but never really gave up on her——

Zhou Yiliu often asks himself, if it were her, Zhao Zhen might not have the patience to treat her one ten thousandth.

"Really?" Zhou Yiliu smiled faintly, "Isn't that what the county king meant?"

Zhou Yiliu has always shown others with a gentle, gentle, timid and weak temperament, and rarely speaks so forcefully, especially in front of Fu Jiuqu.

"I'm just going down the road arranged for me by the county king. My prosperity and wealth are all thanks to the county king, so I naturally want to solve problems for the county king... Is there anything wrong with that?"

She narrowed her eyes slightly, met Fu Jiuqu's indifferent gaze, smiled with her lips curled up, and asked quietly again.

"She shouldn't be alive a long time ago, shouldn't she? With the three thousand favors of the emperor of Song Dynasty, Zhang Xueyi's death is not bad for her."

Fu Jiuqu: "Are you finished?"

He put down the teacup, with a light and indifferent posture: "Go out after finishing talking."

"No, the concubine hasn't finished talking yet." Zhou Yiliu took a few steps forward, his eyes were glowing like never before, the pupils were dark and cold.

"What I can do for the county king is far more than that."

Maybe it was the dragon seed in her belly that gave Zhou Yiliu the courage, she lowered her voice a bit inexplicably high-pitched.

"The official family needs a prince too much. As long as the county king is willing to help me, the Song Dynasty will belong to the county king..."

She lowered her eyes and landed on Fu Jiuqu's teacup, "Chinese food."

Fu Jiuqu slowly raised his head, looked directly at her, and let out a mocking smile.

"I didn't expect that a fire-burning girl would have the ambition to be the mother of the world."

Zhou Yiliu's complexion immediately changed with the words "burning fire girl", and a look of embarrassment appeared in his eyes.

Back then Zhao Yuqing practiced Taoism in Baiyun Temple, Zhou Yiliu took the initiative to go to the stove to be a fire girl in order to get close to the nobleman, tried every means to get close to her, and added a few good dishes to the eldest princess's desolate Taoist career, and thus won the eldest princess' favor.

However, including the eldest princess, they thought it was just a chance meeting, a fate between them.

Except for Fu Jiuqu, no one knows that she did it on purpose...

Facing Fu Jiuqu's naturally noble and handsome face, Zhou Yiliu suddenly got a little angry.

"Don't you want to? You overthrew Pang Xiang, turned the clouds and rains in the court, and arranged me into the palace, and pushed the first thought and the second thought to the officials. Don't you have other ambitions?"

"I didn't push the first thought and the second thought in front of the officials." Fu Jiuqu glanced at her lightly, "It was your good brother-in-law who did it. I didn't do anything."…

"Yes, the king of the county didn't do anything. The king of the county has always just used his strength to use his strength. He never sees blood when he kills, let alone a knife."

Having been raised in the palace for so long, Zhou Yiliu has indeed developed some temper.

After all, she was a woman spoiled by the most powerful man in the world, with a round and gentle face, she gritted her teeth and turned into a mean and cold look.

"Then I am willing to be the king's sword, do you want to use it?"

Fu Jiuqu looked at him without blinking, his eyes were extremely cold and dark.

Zhou Yiliu's scalp went numb slightly, gradually fearful, she turned her eyes away from him, and resumed her flattering sincerity.

"The king of the county understands that as long as you and I join forces, the Great Song Dynasty will be in our pocket."

Fu Jiuqu: "As long as you give birth to a prince?"

Zhou Yiliu didn't hear the emotion in his words, so he looked over eagerly, and his voice became more hopeful, "Yes. As long as I give birth to a prince, I can get whatever I want. The king of the county is very clear, and it is difficult to see the identity of a person who thinks twice. Light, no matter how much the officials love them, they will at most treat them as godsons. They will be appointed officials and nobles in the future, and they will be sheltered by honor and favor, but as long as those old people in the court are stubborn, they will never be able to recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors..."

"Oh?" Fu Jiuqu asked lightly, "Then what did you plan?"

Zhou Yiliu caressed her protruding belly, lowered her head and thought for a moment, "God has his own destiny to have a boy or a girl... But the county king must have a way, so that the baby in my stomach will definitely be a prince when it is born."

"No small ambition."

"Heaven's grace, this concubine will do my part."

Fu Jiuqu lowered his eyes calmly and drank his tea slowly.

"go out."

His voice was light, like a breeze blowing on a banana leaf, hoarse and soft, as if he was born with a power to seduce people, causing Zhou Yiliu to feel a numbness from the soles of his feet, which penetrated into the marrow of his bones, itching, and she couldn't help but walk towards him again step.

"As long as the county king is willing, this world is yours, and I am yours too..."

Fu Jiuqu narrowed his eyes and sneered.

"It's a pity. I don't want the world, let alone you."

Zhou Yiliu was startled by his sudden sarcasm.

She stopped, looked at Fu Jiuqu eye-to-eye for a moment, slowly smiled, stroked her hair lightly, and said softly: "It's still early before the child is born, and the county king still has time to think about it. If you don't understand, just slow down." Think slowly. In this world, what is the most important thing..."

Fu Jiuqu's face darkened, as if he was suppressing some emotion, his thin lips were pursed blue.

"Get out while I'm patient!"