Bianjing little doctor

After leaving the Xiangluan Pavilion, Zhao Zhen frowned more and more, and dissatisfiedly reprimanded Fu Jiuqu who followed suit.

"Are you so impatient? So what if you wait a little longer? I don't want people to poke my spine, saying that as soon as Wen Cheng left, I will make arrangements for my nephew's marriage..."

Fu Jiuqu's smile didn't change.

"The official is the emperor, what you say and do, where is it the turn of others to speak..."

Zhao Zhen stopped for a moment and turned to look at him.

"Honestly, what is it for?"

Although Zhao Zhen was annoyed by Fu Jiuqu, but he understood this nephew's temperament very well. The reason for the urgency must not be that simple...

"Oh, I still can't hide it from your eyes." Fu Jiuqu sighed, and said slowly, "Uncle, I don't have many days left."

Zhao Zhen was stunned for a moment, staring at him, and reprimanded him coldly.

"Nonsense! In order to force me to agree, you dare to say such things..."

Fu Jiuqu looked into his eyes, fell silent for a moment, and said every word very clearly: "Nephew dare not deceive the king. If uncle doesn't believe it, you can send Zhou Daozi to ask questions."

"Really?" The beard on Zhao Zhen's chin trembled slightly, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and there was a strong sense of powerlessness in his voice, "God really doesn't want to see me so much, and wants to take my relatives from me one by one. Take it away from your side?"

Zhao Zhen considers himself a king, a sage, and has been diligent and conscientious all his life. He dare not say that he is a generation of heroes, but under his rule, the Song Dynasty is also prosperous and the people are peaceful, and the people are prosperous. He can be called a good emperor...

He didn't know what kind of karma he had. The children died one after another. Except for Princess Fukang, none of them were supported.So over forty, you are the emperor, rich all over the world, but you can't keep a loved one.

"I..." Zhao Zhen closed his eyes sadly.

"As you please."

·
"Drive—drive—"

A fine horse drove through Royal Street and stopped at the post station.

The horse neighed, and a servant rushed into the post house in a hurry.

"Report, Emperor Song, the imperial decree has arrived!"

Xin Yi was talking to Xing Yuan in the wing room, using warm water to scrub Yin Shuang's feathers, when he heard the sound, he was taken aback, and continued as if nothing had happened.

Soon, the inner eunuch Li Fu came in with the imperial decree in his hand, followed by two small yellow gates and a few guards, looking very cautious.

"The king of Dongchuan County received the order—"

Gao Minglou clutched his injured lower abdomen, forced himself to smile and went out to greet him. By the way, he asked someone to call Xin Yi, and then exchanged pleasantries with Li Fu for a while, before stuffing a piece of silver over.

"My father-in-law came here to drink tea."

Li Fu's eyelids twitched.

"Thank you, King Dongchuan. I dare not accept it..."

He pushed back with a smile on his face, and slowly straightened his back.

"The Duke of Dongchuan is ready to accept the order."

Xin Yi came out slowly with the support of the two girls.

Everyone in the living room waited silently, standing neatly, even Gao Minglou showed no extra expression.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Li Fu glanced at them, opened his arms and read the imperial decree:
"Following the fate of heaven, the emperor said: The daughter of Gao Zhenxiang, the Prime Minister of Dali, is a noble girl, gentle and sensitive, quiet and virtuous, with a beautiful appearance. Now the two countries have a mutual agreement, marrying the king of Guangling County, and choosing an auspicious day to get married. I respect this !”…

The air in the hall was silent, and no one spoke for a long time.

Sensing the displeasure on Gao Minglou, Xin Yi remained motionless.

After a while, Gao Minglou whispered: "Ayima."

Xin Yi lowered her eyes, "I'm here."

Gao Minglou straightened up slowly and glanced at her.

"Your lifelong event, this imperial decree, you come to accept."

Any fool could tell that the Duke of Dongchuan was very dissatisfied with his sister's marriage. Li Fu held the imperial decree expressionlessly and stood there, looking left and right.

Xin Yi nodded calmly, knelt down and kowtowed.

"Thank you Lord Ron."

·
One decree, two worries.

It was reported in the posthouse that the king of Dongchuan County was unwell and was bedridden, and in the eldest princess's mansion, Zhao Yuqing was also in a hurry——

It was the first time she married a daughter-in-law. She was both happy and worried. She was afraid that the marriage would not go well, and she didn't know how to deal with Dali's etiquette. In short, I was at a loss for what to think and how to rush.

The girls and women all smiled knowingly when they saw it.

"Your Highness doesn't need to worry so much. You have your own Tianjian for choosing a date, and you have your own etiquette department for wedding ceremonies. Your Highness just needs to take care of himself and wait for his wife's tea with peace of mind."

"How can I not worry?" Zhao Yuqing was born to worry, thinking about it, she felt that she couldn't wait any longer.

"No! Go prepare the sedan chair for me, I'll go to Si Tianjian to ask about the auspicious day..."

Fu Jiuqu entered the door refreshed, and saw his mother in a hurry.

He waved his hand to signal the servants to back down, and then called Sun Huai to come in with the tray.

"No matter how anxious my mother is, I have to eat breakfast first."

The eldest princess froze for a moment, as if she just remembered that she hadn't eaten yet.

"Hey!" She smiled and sat back, "Look at my memory, I'm really old..."

Fu Jiuqu didn't speak, but gave Sun Huai a look.

Eunuch Sun is the one who knows how to read facial expressions the most. With that white and fat face smiling like an Amitabha, he approached and put the porcelain cups in the tray on the table one by one.

"Your Highness, this is made from the lotus leaves and lotus seeds picked by Miss Ayima herself. Lotus leaf porridge, lotus-flavored rice dumpling, stewed black-bone chicken with lotus seeds... The girl said, let the eldest princess have a taste..."

This season is the right time for lotus and lotus seeds, and it is nothing to be picked by others, but Ayima's eyesight is not good, so it takes a lot of effort.When Zhao Yuqing thought of this, her eyes turned red, she was both moved and relieved.

"She has poor eyesight, how can she do such rough work, picking lotus near the water, how dangerous it is."

Seeing his mother's appearance, Fu Jiuqu raised his chin to Sun Huai, signaling him to step back first.

Then, he casually sat down on a chair.

"Mother, don't worry, it was her son who picked it together with her."

Zhao Yuqing sighed: "It's good that you have filial piety, you don't have to do these things for me in the future, do I have anything to eat in the mansion, why bother you..."

"Ayima said it was different. It was her wish."

After Fu Jiuqu finished speaking, seeing Zhao Yuqing frowning, he cleared his throat.

"Then I'll talk to her later, don't tell my mother to worry..."

"Bah bah bah. What are you talking about, kid. Isn't this a misunderstanding? She thought I didn't like it."...

Zhao Yuqing glared at him, brought out the experience of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship that she had observed and summarized over the years, and taught Fu Jiuqu a lesson.

At the end of the speech, seeing Fu Jiuqu's lip corners raised up, as if desperately suppressing a smile, he realized that his son was teasing him.

"You bastard!"

Zhao Yuqing couldn't laugh or cry.

But when I think about it carefully, the last time my son joked and got close to her like this was when he was a child.

Zhao Yuqing suddenly felt emotional, and discussed with him about the wedding.

"When the imperial decree comes, it's time to arrange the marriage."

Fu Jiuqu nodded.

"According to my mother, the wedding should be sooner rather than later. There may be a shortage of etiquette due to haste, but we can make up for it in other aspects, carry more dowry gifts, and collect some rare treasures to send over, for sure. I want to ruin Ayima's face..."

Fu Jiuqu nodded again.

No matter what Zhao Yuqing said, Fu Jiuqu did not object.

As long as he can marry Xin Yi, nothing else is in his consideration...

Until Zhao Yuqing said, "I'll go to Sitianjian to ask later, and ask the supervisor to show us an auspicious day, preferably in August, but not September at the latest... I can't wait to hug my grandson."

"Mother doesn't need to ask. I have already chosen the date." Fu Jiuqu said suddenly.

Zhao Yuqing was stunned by what he said, "What do you think? When?"

A slight smile appeared on Fu Jiuqu's face.

"The day I took the horoscope of my birthday to the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple for approval, on the tenth day of the eighth lunar month, I held a big gift just before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it happened to be a family reunion."

Zhao Yuqing showed some surprise.

"Is it too rushed? Dali, can you be willing?"

Fu Jiuqu smiled slightly, "I will make them willing."

Zhao Yuqing felt that her son's eagerness was far greater than her own, and she couldn't help showing a hint of worry on her face.

"Ah-Jiu, don't tell me you are... What's wrong with giving someone else's girl?"

Fu Jiuqu raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Zhao Yuqing was aware of his temper, and seeing that he asked the question knowingly but with a calm expression on his face, she knew that her worry was unnecessary.

She shook her head amusedly, lifted the lid of the porcelain cup, and stirred it slowly with a spoon.

"Marrying a wife is not about sex without a matchmaker. You don't need your mother to teach you this truth. Go ahead and do your work. There is a mother here at the wedding, so you don't need to worry about it..."

"Mother." Fu Jiuqu suddenly called her in a deep voice, and there was a slight coolness on that gorgeous face.

"My son is about to get married. Can you tell me about my father?"

The spoon dinged against the porcelain cup, making a crisp sound.

Zhao Yuqing's face changed slightly, like a bewildered child, her eyes dodged and she barely smiled.

"Why did Ah Jiu suddenly think of asking this?"

Fu Jiuqu stared at her and asked questions instead of answering.

"How did your father die?"