Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 410 My County Princess

wow... wow...

A small fishing boat passed by the Wuzhang River, with a wind lamp hanging on the bow, and the light and shadow swayed with the ripples of the water.

In the silence, it seems that the voice of the boatman's wife reprimanding her husband can be heard loudly.

Xin Yi and Fu Jiuqu sat in the shadow of the embankment on the bank, silent for a long time.

Splashes of water swirled, waves on the river bed.

Xin Yi hugged his knees with his hands and watched the small fishing boat go away.

"Why don't you talk?" She looked sideways at Fu Jiuqu.

Fu Jiuqu's eyes were dark, with a faint light reflecting in his pupils.

"Your analysis sounds reasonable at first glance, but it is not without flaws when you think about it."

Xin Yi pursed her lips, "I want to hear Brother Jiu's opinion."

Fu Jiuqu looked away from the distance, and his eyes were deep.

"If Gao Minglou didn't change his appearance, he could act in a dignified manner. Why bother to kill 83 people to leave a flaw and give others a handle? Why bother trying to destroy the old scars on his body? Unless..."

He paused, and his tone became treacherous and cold.

"The face is that of Gao Minglou, and the body is that of Nong Zhigao."

"..."

"Eleven, in your world, can you change your head and live?"

Xin Yi didn't speak for a long time.

In principle, it is possible. Biotechnology has reached the point of transferring the mind and body, so what's the point of changing the head?For a long time, the difficulty of life continuation lies in "consciousness". It is easy to change heads. Is the consciousness still the consciousness of that person?

But if the spiritual body is transferred to the dimension of the game, what about the game characters themselves just data?
A gust of river wind blew, and Xin Yi flinched a bit, as if there was a huge net spread out in front of her eyes, which opened in the dark and soundless, stimulating her celestial spirit cover.

"It's really not a technical problem."

It can be done from death to resurrection, so what kind of technical problem is it to change the head?
The Wuzhang River seems to be sleepless tonight. In the sound of water waves, Xin Yi and Fu Jiuqu talked a lot about "Fu of Bianjing".

The Fu Jiuqu right now is not the crazy scientist son of Fu Dong who is lying in the biological cabin like a living dead, but the danger Xin Yi feels tells her that the opponent is standing at the forefront of higher-dimensional technology than her, and she is not alone. Difficulties that ordinary doctors can solve.

She tried to wake up Fu Jiuqu's sleeping spirit, and wanted the mad scientist Fu Jiuqu to save the Guangling County King in this dark world...

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The night was deeper.

Stars sink into the Milky Way, and the lights on the street are extinguished one by one.

After Xin Yi had had enough of making trouble outside and being crazy enough, Fu Jiuqu dragged her by the hand and walked towards the foot shop with deep kicks and shallow kicks.

Climbing over the wall and then climbing up to the second floor was a piece of cake for Fu Jiuqu. Xin Yi was hugged in his arms and experienced the special effect of flying over the wall, full of excitement, but stepped on the window when entering the house A small stool, a stagger, almost fell.

Fu Jiuqu quickly supported her, "Be careful."

Xin Yi stood firm, smiled at him, pulled up the tent and began to change clothes.

The lights were dimly lit, and the foot shop was as quiet as silence.

Fu Jiuqu walked over to stir the wick without looking sideways. In the humid atmosphere that seemed to be filled with river water, he was silent for a long time, and then suddenly spoke.

"Two worlds, only choose one, which one would you choose?"

Xin Yi looked up.

Fu Jiuqu's back was facing her, his thin and straight back was slightly shaken by his movement of stirring the wick, which made his casual words seem particularly deliberate.

"Why do you ask?"

Xin Yi tightened the belt, pulled up the outer shirt, and walked behind him with a smile.

"Of course I choose...where you are."

Fu Jiuqu turned his head, held her hand in his palm, "I will live well, for you."

"Yeah." Xin Yi smiled calmly and looked at him motionless.

A soft light enveloped Fu Jiuqu's face, his eyelashes moved slightly, and a delicate shadow fell on his tall nose, like the most perfect painting by a famous artist.

"eleven."

Fu Jiuqu caught her off guard and hugged her into his arms.

Xin Yi nestled in front of him, feeling his strong heartbeat, and heard his low voice the moment his arms were tightly hugged.

"How long do I have left?"

Xin Yi froze for a moment, until Fu Jiuqu asked her warmly again.

"How long is that day? I want to know the exact date."

"One month. The ninth day of September."

The ninth day of September is the death time set for Fu Jiuqu in "Fu of Bianjing". Before Xin Yi's second transmigration, she memorized the script of the plot by heart, and repeatedly memorized and recited the life nodes of important characters, and of course she would never forget it. This important day...

"When are you going to operate on me?"

Xin Yi sensed Fu Jiuqu's emotions, and every moment of every day was shrouded in the shadow of death for him.As a doctor, she is familiar with all this, but she is powerless.

"The seventh day of September or the eighth day of September." Xin Yi slowly rested his head on his chest, "I'll check the imperial calendar later to see which day is better?"

Fu Jiuqu smiled lightly, her warm breath falling on her cheeks.

"You believe this too?"

"Yeah." Xin Yi looked up at him, "As long as it's good for you, I'll believe it."

A kiss landed on her lips.

Soon, very lightly, like a soft river wind.

Fu Jiuqu likes to kiss her like this very much. He cherishes and cherishes her like this. It seems that he is afraid that if he uses a little more force, he will break her into pieces...

"Eleven, do you know that I have dreamed of you many times...like a mermaid, swimming up from the water and coming to my side barefoot...every time I want to catch you and never let you go, but dream Always wake up."

Xin Yi smiled slightly.

She hugged his neck and pulled hard, then turned from slow to intense.

The fire-like heat is the evidence that each other is alive.

She tried her best and couldn't avoid it. It seemed as if she had gone through an endless exploration and travel, until she was out of breath, and someone knocked on the door of the foot shop.

"Father..."

It was Sun Huai, with a cautious voice.

"Late at night."

Xin Yi panted and looked at Fu Jiuqu.

Fu Jiuqu raised his hand and patted the back of her head.

"Prepare the car and take the girl back to the post."

Sun Huai sat until his buttocks were almost covered with sores, and when he heard this, his face beamed with laughter.

"Yes. Let's go, little one."

Cheng Cang and several guards were sitting at the table under the stairs, and Taoyu was sitting alone at the table, dozing off with her chin resting on her hands, there was no one else but them.

Xin Yi was supported downstairs by Fu Jiuqu. Thinking of tonight's "absurdity", she felt a little embarrassed, and her voice became much softer.

"Keeping everyone waiting. Sorry."

Sun Huai smiled and said: "Girl, you are welcome, we are servants, as long as the master is happy, we are happy, aren't we?"

He raised his voice and smiled and asked the people around him.

Everyone responded in unison, "Yes."

Taoyu yawned and came over to help Xinyi, "Are we going back? Miss?"

"Yeah." Xin Yi glanced at Fu Jiuqu, his cheeks were slightly hot, "You don't have to send me off, let's say goodbye."

Fu Jiuqu smiled lowly, his eyes fixed on her tenderly.

"Okay, see you on the wedding day, my princess."

(End of this chapter)