Bianjing little doctor

In the Zen courtyard of Daxiangguo Temple, the trees are tall and covered with shade.

The inner room is dimly lit, and the tung oil lamp emits a warm yellow light, reflecting Fu Jiuqu's deep black eyes...

And, Xin Yi reflected in his eyes.A face as pale as a piece of paper, with a thin and slender body, sat on a chair in the tea room with a slightly uneasy expression, his lips were tightly pressed, and he didn't look up, as if he was thinking about something...

"Is that Ayima?" Fu Jiuqu slowly lowered his head, staring at this pretty little face, with a touch of sarcasm on the corner of his lips, lowering his voice, "That's a good name, you named it yourself , or that Gaoming building?"

Xin Yi's heart moved and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He did recognize her.

In this way, she can save her a lot of explanations.

"What? Are you still unwilling to recognize each other?" Fu Jiuqu sneered coldly, and instantly blocked Xin Yi's joy.

Fu Jiuqu was angry.

He thought he came back to Bianjing but refused to recognize him?

Xin Yi looked at the icy eyes of the King of Guangling in the flickering oil lamp, frowned slightly, and there was a complex expression in his eyes.

She thought of the man lying on the bed like a biological cabin.

"Have you ever wondered that everything you've been through may not be real?"

Xin Yi's soft voice was full of temptation and pity, and it fell into Fu Jiuqu's ears suddenly, making him stunned for a moment, and he was a little speechless.

Before La Xinyi entered the inner room, Fu Jiuqu thought about many questions to question her, and there were countless "whys" waiting for her to answer, so as to appease the anger caused by her not sending a letter while she was alive, and refusing to admit her in Bianjing ...

However, before he opened his mouth to question, Xin Yi had the upper hand.

And ask such an outrageous question.

"Of course." Fu Jiuqu slightly raised his eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly, and sneered.

"You told me that this is just a game with Da Song as the background. I am not a real person, but just... your fictional data."

Xin Yi was stunned.

At the beginning, she felt that those words about "data" might be difficult for the ancients to understand, so she didn't explain them carefully, but just said them casually, and Fu Jiuqu didn't ask for the root cause. It took time to ask about it, but Xin Yi guessed more based on Fu Jiuqu's experience as an ancient man, it was difficult to understand modern science, and he was not interested...

She didn't expect that Fu Jiuqu not only listened to it and remembered it, but also, looking at his calm appearance, completely understood all of this...

"Is this the reason why you didn't know each other?" Fu Jiuqu suddenly stared at her coldly, with a cold smile on his lips, "Or, your mission goal with me has been achieved, and now you want to change it , continue your game mission? Who is your target this time? Gao Minglou?"

Xin Yi raised his eyes slightly, and suddenly smiled.

Are you jealous for saying so many sour words?

Xin Yi looked at the anger emanating from Guangling County King's pupils, but didn't try to expose his inner thoughts.

Time is precious, and it is rare to have a wedding dress made by the eldest princess, so that the two of them have a chance to be alone, and she doesn't want to waste it.

"Fu Jiuqu..."

Xin Yi called him by his first name to tell him that he was back, and greeted him in a familiar way.

Unexpectedly, Fu Jiuqu was dissatisfied.

"Brother Nine."

The corner of Xin Yi's lips twitched, suddenly realizing that this guy is sometimes a childish ghost.

"Ninth brother." Under his oppressive gaze, Xin Yi looked over firmly, his voice was hoarse and slow, and he spoke every word very clearly.

"You are data, but you are not someone who doesn't exist. You are actually... the person with the most sense of existence. In other words, your true self is the master of the entire world. All of this comes from your own divine hand ..."

dominate?

Divine hand?

If Fu Jiuqu hadn't heard Xin Yi's rhetoric in the jungle of southern Xinjiang, I'm afraid she would have laughed angrily on the spot.

"I look idle?"

Xin Yi was taken aback for a moment, seeing that he clearly refused to believe such absurd stories, subconsciously wanted to explain in a hurry, but in the next moment, Fu Jiuqu grabbed his shoulders.

He stared at him coldly, "Eleventh, don't bother to find any more reasons. No matter what you say this time, don't try to run away from me—"

Fu Jiuqu gritted his teeth, and at the end of the sentence, he was a little angry or aggrieved.

"Even if you are a little vixen who can change ever-changingly, I will hold you tightly in my hands..."

Xin Yi: ...

According to normal logic, since her mental body can return to the real world, it must be the death of her body in this world, which caused her spiritual body to leave.

Then, Fu Jiuqu either witnessed her death, or had already learned of her death.After returning to Bianjing in the past few days, what I saw and heard from other people's mouths and eyes also confirmed Xin Yi's thoughts.

That's why they regard her as someone who looks like Miss Zhang, not Miss Zhang herself...

Only Fu Jiuqu recognized her, but he probably didn't dare to make an assertion, he didn't dare to be completely sure, so he said something like a vixen...

Perhaps, there is still a bit of temptation.

Although Xin Yi didn't understand how Gao Minglou rescued her back, she felt inexplicably heartbroken when Fu Jiuqu gritted her teeth and declared her sovereignty, and couldn't help laughing.

"Ninth brother is still so scheming, he almost let you go in, thinking that you really recognized me."

Xin Yi sighed, and glanced at him with small eyes, revealing a little bit of regret.

"I thought with all my heart that you would recognize me at a glance, otherwise, you wouldn't have cooperated so well with me in the Yao Que Palace... It turned out that I was just being sentimental, and Ninth Brother didn't recognize me at all. Seeing a woman who looks similar, she became malicious, and arrested her here, and wanted to cook raw rice...something."

Fu Jiuqu: ...

This woman is really against the sky.

Obviously she refused to admit it, but the aggrieved questioning followed one after another, making it seem like he was the one who betrayed his heart.

Fu Jiuqu took a deep breath, "Then tell me, who are you?"

Xin Yi pursed her lips and glanced at him, "Ayima...?"

Fu Jiuqu: "Besides, who are you?"

Xin Yi: "I am...Miss Zhang?...Xin Yi?"...

Hearing her hesitation, Fu Jiuqu's tone increased.

"Last time, who are you?"

Xin Yi's mouth became parched with the more serious tone, "Eleven, I'm Eleven, Brother Nine."

"Heh!" Fu Jiuqu sneered.

A voice as cold as a string in the night brushed past his ears, and Xin Yi felt a chill in his heart. Just as he was about to explain again, Fu Jiuqu's sharp chin was suddenly pinched by Fu Jiuqu's big hand.

Xin Yi's expression froze, and he looked at him stiffly, unable to hide the surprise in his eyes.

"Ninth brother, listen to me first..."

Through the thin clothes, Xin Yi was sweating on his back, but he could feel the coldness from Fu Jiuqu's palm on his shoulders.

She struggled uneasily, trying to get rid of Fu Jiuqu's grasp, and said a few words,

But he snatched the body over, and the storm swept along with the slender knuckles.Fu Jiuqu's kiss was unceremonious, untactful, straight and hot, with long-lost thoughts and complaints, pressed against his cold lips, his breathing was unsteady and heavy, and that uncanny and handsome face was even more sinister and savage mad……

Xin Yi's ears buzzed like thunder.

My mind went blank for a moment.

The incense on Fu Jiuqu's body is accompanied by a faint smell of wine, which is the smell of lychee stuffed in Longjin Qiaotou.

The unique mellow scent passed into Xin Yi's mouth one by one, and for a moment, Xin Yi forgot the world, and was dizzy like drunk in his eager and coercive plunder, no longer remembering what he wanted to say, no longer remembering anything but Anyone other than Fu Jiuqu...

Even, forget to breathe.

……

In a whirl, when Xin Yi recovered from the breath, the mist in his eyes dissipated, but he saw Fu Jiuqu's slightly evil face, with a more evil smile than his face, looking at Fu Jiuqu without blinking. Her lips were stained with bright red water.

"You can talk now." Fu Jiuqu's eyes flickered, with a playful gleam, he lifted up the motionless woman nestled in his arms, poured her a cup of herbal tea on the table, and handed her go up.

"What do you want to say to me?"

Xin Yi finally let out the oppressive breath in his heart, and felt his cheeks burning hot.

I x...

Cursing uncivilizedly in his heart, Xin Yi wiped his numb mouth, rubbed his cheeks, and then looked at the innocuous instigator in front of him, suddenly a little angry.

"I desperately came back to find you, this is how you treat me."

Fu Jiuqu stole the incense, and he was in a very good mood at the moment. No matter whether the little lady wanted to scold him or scold him, he could hear him well. He helped him to sit up, and like a little wolf dog bowing his head and ears, he lowered his head and rubbed Xin Yi's cheek. rubbed.

"calm down."

"It can't be eliminated." Xin Yi said angrily.

Fu Jiuqu's black eyes sank, he gently pressed the back of her head, and forcefully took a sip of herbal tea.

Xin Yi's eyes widened, he lifted his chin feebly, and took a few sips of gulp, with only one sentence in his heart: Absolutely!

Could it be that the Guangling County King was born with a wonderful talent?
Why is your temper getting weirder?
"You don't have to stare so wide, I know you're not blind." Fu Jiuqu stared at her calmly, his eye sockets filled with smiles.

"A cup of herbal tea can't quench the fire, and you can have three more cups."