Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 444 Ask the national player in the apricot blossom forest, look for Xinyi by the Wuzhang River

Xin Yi's legs were weak, and he couldn't recover for a long time. His cheeks seemed to have been burned, and he panted for a long time before calming down.

She didn't dare to look into Fu Jiuqu's eyes. The pampering hidden inside was like an opened Pandora's box, full of lingering temptations...

She was afraid that she would eventually succumb to his indulgent gaze, surrender, forget what she just said, and sink into this corner of the study again.

"Ninth brother."

She pushed slightly, and looked at Fu Jiuqu reproachfully.

"Don't waste the donkey-hide gelatin that people have stewed with great difficulty."

Fu Jiuqu understood, smiled and helped her sit down, "Finally, what do you want from me?"

He asked with a gentle smile, but it aroused Xin Yi's dissatisfaction, "Can't I just take care of your body?"

Fu Jiuqu snorted: "If you have nothing to do, go to the Three Treasure Hall."

"Oh, you..." Xin Yi looked at him with a smile for a moment, then spread his hands towards him, "Bai Xiaosheng came back out of the rivers and lakes, and hope that Fu Daxia will show his noble hand and return my things to me?"

Fu Jiuqu smiled and squeezed her little hand, and squeezed her palm.

"Come."

Those letters were all placed in a box on the wooden shelf on the left side of the study. They were neatly arranged. Xin Yi hadn't read them for a while, and they had accumulated a lot, but the seals had never been opened.

Xin Yi happily sat across from Fu Jiuqu to read the letter.

Fu Jiuqu glanced at her, went out and whispered a few words to Cheng Cang, and then returned to the desk.

The two gossiping and doing their own things.

After a while, Sun Huai led two girls in, brought hot tea and some fruit, and smiled courteously.

"Master, the little one is outside, please give me instructions if you need anything."

"Well, go on." Fu Jiuqu didn't look up.

Sun Huai winked at the two maids, glanced enviously at the affectionate appearance of the two masters, and slowly exited the study, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"This is interesting." Xin Yi said suddenly.

It was an ordinary envelope, but the paper used was abnormal. It was the famous Biyun Chunshu.

Such paper is absolutely unavailable to ordinary people.Apparently the person who wrote the letter was in a hurry and had no time to find ordinary paper to conceal his identity.

Fu Jiuqu sat beside her, stuffed a piece of rose shortbread into his mouth, and said softly, "What did you write?"

Xin Yi lightly bit the corner of the rose shortbread, gave him a glance, and pushed the Biyun Chunshu note in his hand to Fu Jiuqu: "Look."

"It seems that Mr. Bai is very trusted." Fu Jiuqu slowly picked up the teacup, took a sip, and lowered his gaze.

It was written on the paper: "Thanks to Mr. Bai's guidance, I gave birth to a daughter recently, but she is thin and difficult to raise. The family has invited many doctors but nothing has improved. Please recommend a doctor. My daughter is cured. I must have a big thank you."

Fu Jiuqu said, "I'm afraid the little princess will be hard to support."

Children in the palace are not easy to raise, especially those in Zhao Zhen's palace.

Before that, many princesses had died, and Xin Yi did not expect that this little princess would go the same way.

Xin Yi held Fu Jiuqu's hand and took another bite of the rose shortbread: "The child is innocent."

Fu Jiuqu was startled: "You want to help her?"

Xin Yi blinked, "I am helping my husband."

"I'm not a good person, my lady."

Xin Yi glanced at him: "It's just to build a good impression in front of your uncle. Or to accumulate virtue for our future children."

Fu Jiuqu liked to hear words like "our child", so he didn't say anything more, and put all the paper, pen and ink in front of her.

"Please, Mr. Bai."

"Thank you for the fragrance of the county king's red sleeves."

"..."

Xin Yi wrote Lang Hao when he mentioned it.

"Ask a national player in the Xinghua Forest, and look for Xinyi by the Wuzhang River."

Fourteen characters are eloquently written neatly and dignifiedly.

Fu Jiuqu laughed lowly, "Eleventh is really not modest."

People nowadays are all humble and gentlemen, and ordinary old imperial doctors dare not compare themselves to Xinglin national players, but Xin Yi doesn't blush at all.

"Then what's the matter? If you don't raise your status, how can fish be hooked?"

Fu Jiuqu took a sip of hot tea and said calmly, "I thought you were sincere in saving people."

Xin Yi said: "Fishing doesn't mean dishonesty."

Fu Jiuqu's eyes twitched, "If you really cured the little princess, the officials will be grateful to you."

Nothing is rare.

The majestic king of a country, his knees are bleak, and his child is about to have a demon in his heart.

She snorted, "So what if you are grateful to me, why don't you just refuse to let me go?"

Before Fu Jiuqu could speak, he saw her glance at her faintly, with a half-smile.

"Didn't they force you to divorce your wife today?"

Fu Jiuqu frowned slightly, and wanted to feed her rose shortbread again, Xin Yi hurriedly turned away, "No, you'll get tired of eating one piece."

"No." Fu Jiuqu put down the shortbread, wiped his hands with the warm handkerchief on the tray, and said indifferently, "The affairs of the court are complicated, there are cliques, open and secret fights. I'll sit on the mountain and watch the theater."

Xin Yi laughed, "But if you don't form a party with others, and you always act harshly and show no mercy, then you are their common enemy."

"so what?"

"The enemy of an enemy is a friend." Xin Yi lazily said: "Don't look at them usually fighting to the death in court, arguing with each other, no one will let anyone else, but when it comes to your matter, a consensus will be formed immediately."

Fu Jiuqu raised his eyes, looked at her in surprise, and smiled lightly.

"Little Eleven. It's a pity that you don't become an official."

Xin Yi: ...

She thought that the common sense of the nine-year compulsory education was well-known to everyone, but among the women of today, she was very knowledgeable, which made Fu Jiuqu look at her with admiration.

"So, I guessed it?"

Xin Yi climbed onto his shoulder and asked softly, "They make things difficult for you, why don't you want to divorce me?"

Fu Jiuqu sneered, and hugged him with a smile.

"Who put me on the little vixen's boat?"

"Who are you talking about?" Xin Yi smiled and glared at him, "How decent!"

Fu Jiuqu: ...

The two stayed in the study until the second watch before going back.

Although there is nothing particularly relevant in the "Letters from Bai Xiaosheng" except Zhou Yiliu's letter, the whole "Bianjing Fu" is like a net, and these branches and small things are the branches and details of a huge network. Many things can be corroborated from the side, and connected together, let Xin Yi have a further understanding and understanding of the development of the overall plot.

For example, someone said that his wife got up in the middle of the night to make trouble, and hit a ghost.The ghost in white clothes fluttered, as if he could fly over the eaves and walls, flew over the roof with a swish, and then disappeared into the courtyard of Liu's house in Yulin Lane.The next day, he heard his wife talk about this matter, and asked insincerely if the Liu family had met last night, but no one knew.

This man wanted to ask Bai Xiaosheng for advice on whether there is a solution to ghost bumping, his wife was just pregnant, and she was so frightened that she couldn't sleep or eat.

For another example, the night before Daxiangguo Temple's Duhua ghost mother, there was a thunderstorm. A drunkard came home from the rain in the middle of the night and saw a hundred ghosts walking in the night in Chunxu Lane—a black burqa with no head and face, about eight feet high , walked silently in the rain, and soon flew away in the clouds...

At that time, people believed in ghosts and gods, and when they saw anomalies, they would associate with ghosts and ghosts. Especially in the days when Monk Jiwu reported that "ghost mother is at work", the people in Beijing were even more panicked.

Of course Xin Yi doesn't believe in ghosts.

The Liu family in Yulin Lane is Sun Yuzhi's cousin.

It's hard to say whether the night walk of ghosts in Chunxu Lane has anything to do with Zhang Xun, and it happened on the night of the accident in Daxiangguo Temple, which is too coincidental.

(End of this chapter)