Bianjing little doctor

The night is bright and clear, the boulders on the river bank are slapped fiercely by the rolling river water, and the lights on both sides of the river are like twinkling stars, echoing the wind lanterns on the tank boats.

The tank boat sailed quietly on the water, with the shadows of the wind and lanterns.

There was a fragrant mat on the deck, and on the table were some small dishes and a jar of Guanglu wine brought from Bianjing.

The moonlight fell on Fu Jiuqu's Junyan face, and he was sitting lazily, with one knee bent and one leg stretched, swaying nonchalantly, quite a bit lonely.

"At dawn, we will arrive at Hongcheng Ferry, and we can go ashore for supplies." Zhao Zongshi sat cross-legged across from him, with a straight face, his face looked more serious than Fu Jiuqu's.

When he talked about the welcoming building at Hongcheng Wharf, seeing that Fu Jiuqu was unmoved, he smiled, raised his glass to touch his, drank it down in one gulp, wiped his mouth and sighed.

"After this trip, I don't know when I will have to return to Beijing. What I miss most is the food in Beijing."

He sighed vocally, not knowing whether he was feeling for himself or for Fu Jiuqu.

Fu Jiuqu glanced at him and just smiled.

He knew what the simple and honest man in front of him had experienced, and he also knew his future and destiny. Hearing his sighs at this moment felt inexplicably absurd.

If everything wasn't too real, he might have a dream-like trance again.

"You and I are both in the game."

Fu Jiuqu looked at the serious Zhao Zongshi and took the initiative to clink glasses with him.

"Don't look at the wasted time in front of you. If you return to Beijing after a few years, you will definitely have a bright future."

Zhao Zongshi was stunned for a moment, smiled wryly, shook his head, and just drank silently.

Fu Jiuqu shook the jug and filled it up for him.

"The Bian River is full of moon, and the sound of thousands of boats stepping on the water..."

He changed Li Bai's poem casually, arty to set off the state of mind at this time, but Zhao Zongshi actually listened to it.

"Is the prince homesick? If that's the case, why don't you bring the princess along with you? It can relieve the loneliness of the journey."

Fu Jiuqu pursed his lips, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "The cheap one likes to be quiet, unlike Jingzhao Junjun, who is so calm and relaxed, and can travel north and south with the general."

Two big men were drinking on the deck, but Gao Miao didn't come out.Xin Yi didn't come with her this time, and Gao Miao was also very bored, so she fell asleep in the cabin early.

Hearing what he said, Zhao Zongshi thought of his lovely wife and said a few words of modesty, his cheeks were already flushed, and his beard trembled when he drank.

Fu Jiuqu suddenly felt a little confused.

Of course Zhao Zongshi and Gao Miao didn't sincerely show their affection in front of him, and they didn't even have much intimacy, but it was the kind of tenderness and warmth, the tacit communication of respect and mutual acquaintance, and the emotion that flowed quietly like a trickle was the best. moving.

Fu Jiuqu suddenly put down his wine glass and stood up, "Drink slowly."

Zhao Zongshi then turned his head: "It's still early, I have nothing to do, why don't you and I get drunk?"

Fu Jiuqu waved his hands carelessly, "I won't drink anymore, I have a toothache."

Zhao Zongshi saw that he was fine just now, talking and laughing, his expression changed in a blink of an eye, he didn't say anything, but said in his heart, the temper of this Guangling County King is really a little weird.

In the cabin, Sun Huai carefully waited for the master to wash up.

Duan Sui stood on one side, watching his master's expressionless face, and in order to win the prize, he happily talked about the time before leaving Beijing that the princess of the county had improved their food in various ways, in exchange for Fu Jiuqu's scolding.

When going out, eating and drinking are not as convenient as those in Beijing. When you leave the bustling Bianjing, the world you see along the way is also very different. It is human nature to be homesick.

Duan Sui couldn't figure it out when he was scolded, he leaned in the cabin alone, sulking with a knife in his hand.

Cheng Cang approached and silently handed him a water bag, "Drink some."

Duan Sui took it and drank it with a dull headache, making a gurgling sound.

Taking a breath, he glanced back at the quiet cabin door, pulled Cheng Cang aside, and complained in a low voice: "Master Jiu said yesterday that he missed the food in the mansion, and Eunuch Sun reported the names of the dishes one by one, which made people drool." , Master Jiu is not angry. How come at night, I will be scolded if I say a word?"

Cheng Cang took the water bag from him and looked at the crescent moon outside the boat.

"The timing of what you said is wrong, and you don't know how to look at the master's face, you deserve it!"

Duan Sui suddenly became dissatisfied, "It sounds like you are so smart, heh, I have never been punished for washing the bucket, but you are the only one who has taken the lead, so don't come and teach me."

Cheng Cang smiled lightly and shook his head, but said nothing more.

As the night deepens, the night on the Bian River is not peaceful. In the sound of water waves, thousands of boats are playing in unison, creating a unique scene.

"Don't say that the river view under the moon is really beautiful. If I were those sour scholars, I'm afraid I can't help but recite a few poems."

"..."

Nothing to say that night.

At dawn the next day, the ship approached the Hongcheng Ferry, the official documents were checked, and everyone was busy disembarking for supplies and transporting the garbage on the ship.

The team is busy.

The guards interspersed with the laborers at the dock.

Cheng Cang was looking at the boats at the ferry in a daze, when a bird with beautiful feathers circled above his head for a moment, suddenly swooped down and fell directly through the open window.

Duan Sui's hand holding the knife tightened, and he rushed in with big strides.

"Did you see that? Something seems to have gone in there?"

Cheng Cang grabbed his wrist and dragged him back, "It's Yinshuang."

Duan Sui felt a shudder down his spine, thinking about the salary he was about to lose again, he gave Cheng Cang a grateful smile, showing both rows of big white teeth.

"Thanks, brother."

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Fu Jiuqu woke up after drinking, not very energetic, the silver frost was standing on the window sill in front of him at this moment, two round and bright eyes were examining him.

Fu Jiuqu was also looking at it.

One person, one bird, with big eyes staring at small eyes.

The bird became impatient and cooed, pacing back and forth with its two paws, pecking its own feathers from time to time, seeing him ignoring itself, it seemed anxious.

Fu Jiuqu crossed his arms, "Where did you come from, little bird?"

"Cuckoo..."

"Are you laughing at me?"

"Cuckoo..."

Fu Jiuqu glanced at the gloomy sky, as if it was going to rain, and he was in a bad mood.

"Come here." He sat up lazily, stretching his arm toward the bird.

The bird seemed to understand what he said, so it flew over and stood on his arm, rubbing its head affectionately against him.

Fu Jiuqu stared at the bird's beautiful eyes, and slowly moved his gaze down to see the bird's ankle ring.

"You sent a letter? Who is your master?"

Before he could finish his voice, when his spiritual platform was cleared, something about Yinshuang suddenly came to his mind.

The man in white clothes with black hair and a silver-red cape slowly put the bird into the cage, and said with a smile on his face, "Follow mother and listen to mother."

The woman sits in front of the desk, dipping in ink and writing, her black cloud bun swaying.

"There are tens of thousands of words in the world, but lovesickness is the most depressing."

The man sat alone by the window, stroking Yinshuang, his eyes were astonishingly bright.

"Ginseng kills without fault."

"Huanglian has no effect in saving people."

"The lady has the talent to know the world, and the wisdom of Zhuge Kongming."

"Kong Ming's wisdom is close to that of a monster, is Mr. Lang afraid?"

"I love monsters very much, and I am willing to fall."

"..."

Word by word, the contents of the letters conveyed by Silver Frost's wings came to mind without mistakes.Fu Jiuqu shook his head, stared at Yinshuang, and smiled softly.

"Your name is Yinshuang."

He slowly took off Yinshuang's anklet.

"Did she miss me?"

Yinshuang fluttered her wings, "Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu ..."

Fu Jiuqu pursed his lips, feeling that the song of this bird was extremely ethereal, more lingering and distant than the flute on the Bian River.

He couldn't wait to take out the wax-sealed letter paper and read it, but his expression changed immediately.

"Master Qingyu, Yangzhou's strange disease..."

There is also a prescription under the thinly cut roll paper, and the small print is written by Xin Yi.