Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 516
This willow forest house is very cold at night, the host has put a charcoal stove, but it is not warm enough, Xin Yi is used to being pampered in Beijing, and his body can't stand the cold, so he hastily washed away the dust with a wooden bucket, and knocked on two rows of silver teeth Trembling, he climbed onto the couch and rolled himself into the bed.

She opened her mouth to call Fu Jiuqu, but found that she couldn't call the county king or her name here.

Gritting his teeth, he called out.

"Brother Nine~"

After a while, the door was pushed open, and Fu Jiuqu was silent, looking for something in the luggage.

The couch in the farmhouse was a little short, and he looked particularly tall and straight through the thin curtains. Xin Yi silently stared at this familiar figure, trying to shrink his body inside as much as possible, and try to leave him a more spacious seat.

The flames flickered slightly.

A lingering scent of fragrance made the damp-smelling hut feel much more comfortable.

Xin Yi sensed the scent sensitively, and took a breath.

It is her favorite "Sunny Day", a warm fragrance specially prepared by Human for her. She chose this name because it smells of sunshine, which is pleasant and pleasing to the heart.

Today's departure from Beijing was unexpected, there was no time to prepare anything, and all the luggage packed before was in the princess's mansion, so Xin Yi couldn't take anything with him, and that's why he was dissatisfied with Fu Jiuqu.

She was very surprised to smell the fragrance suddenly.

"You still have incense?"

Fu Jiuqu hummed lightly.

After a while, he said again: "Don't dare to neglect your business."

Fu Jiuqu sat down on the edge of the couch, the thin wooden couch sank under the weight of the man.

Xin Yi's cheeks burned inexplicably, "I see that there is hot water on the host's wife's stove, you can go and change a bucket."

"No need." Fu Jiuqu's voice could not hear any emotion or fluctuation, "I'll just wash it off."

Xin Yi didn't know what to say.

Although she wasn't very dirty, this man was a bit of a clean freak...

That's right, the cleanliness obsession is exactly the same as Brother Jiu's, but worse than Brother Jiu's.

The sound of skimming water is especially loud in the silent space.

Xin Yi took a few deep breaths to adjust his emotions and keep himself calm.

Fu Jiuqu moved very slowly. After scrubbing and soaking his feet, he slowly got on the couch.

Xin Yi felt how hard he was lifting the quilt, and he stopped when he moved in a little.

"Is it cold?" Fu Jiuqu asked.

Xin Yi stared at his own shadow in his eyes and shook his head.

Fu Jiuqu laughed, "Afraid of me?"

Xin Yi followed with a smile, "Lie down, it will be dawn if you don't sleep."

Fu Jiuqu stared at her for a moment, smiled slightly, turned his head and flicked his sleeves, and the world fell silent in darkness.

He lay down on the side of the couch, without pulling the quilt, just took the cloak that Xin Yi had taken off, and covered him.

Outside the house, the auspicious beast on the roof was whimpered by the snow wind, the surrounding willow branches danced wildly, howling ghosts and wolves...

The feeling of lying frozen in an isolated village came spontaneously.

Xin Yi closed his eyes silently, listening to the wind, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

The two lay side by side, the man was motionless, as quiet as if he was not breathing, the silence made her dare not move around, let alone make a sound...

In the quiet space, the coldness of the winter night seemed to pierce through the thin quilt. Even though she was wearing clothes and clutching the quilt tightly with both hands, the chill still penetrated into the quilt like a sharp arrow...

The night is deep and the people are cold.

Xin Yi curled up his legs and hugged himself into a ball.

His body suddenly became heavy, and something covered the quilt.

Xin Yi reached out to feel for it, and found that it was his cloak.

"How did you give it to me? Aren't you afraid of the cold?"

Fu Jiuqu's voice was flat, "Didn't you say that I am angry? This king is upright, so it doesn't matter."

Can you still joke at this time?In winter, when it snows, people will freeze to death.

"I'm not such an old-fashioned person. In the face of life safety, the defense of men and women is not worth mentioning." Xin Yi said, taking the initiative to lift a corner of the quilt and cover him.

"Let's close the lid and talk about it later."

Fu Jiuqu didn't say a word, didn't make a fuss, just smiled faintly.

"If you're afraid of the cold, don't stand upright like a coffin board, get closer to me."

Xin Yi froze, "What did you say?"

Fu Jiuqu smelled the familiar warm fragrance, and lazily said: "One of the fiery chests can be rented or sold. It all depends on the lady's happiness..."

Xin Yi frowned, but unfortunately he couldn't see.

"Forget it, the woman has a thin face." He seemed to sigh helplessly, and moved closer to Xin Yi, his warm breath seemed to fall on his forehead.

"Shall I hold you? No charge."

"..." Xin Yi's ears were burning hot.

His face could not be seen in the dark, but his voice was the one she was very familiar with—lazy and light-toned with a slight smile, the rhythm of the prince and grandson Sheng Xiao in the railing of the painting pavilion, and the lazy call of countless midnight dreams. Eleven's person looks the most affectionate.

Her heart was beating wildly without rhythm, and her hands and feet were so tense that she didn't know how to place them.

"Still cold?" Fu Jiuqu suddenly wrapped his arms around her and embraced her in his arms, "Is this better?"

There was no light, no vision, only the warmth of relying on each other squeezed her lung capacity, her breathing became tense, and her whole body seemed to be ignited.

His body is warm.

She couldn't help but shudder.

"Hey!" Fu Jiuqu sighed with the intimacy and pampering only for a woman he loves, "You don't have to be so guarded against me. Although I'm not a gentleman, but it's cold and I really have no other interests except sleeping .”

Xin Yi's face burned up, subconsciously trying to deny it.

But the big hand patted her arm lightly, as if coaxing a child.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep."

Xin Yi's mouth moved, but he still didn't speak. He curled up and pretended to be an ostrich, counting from one to one hundred in his mind repeatedly, so as not to let the slightest bit of charm related to Brother Jiu occupy his mind.

However, in just a hundred counts, without a single success, often before counting to ten, she would be taken away from her mind, and then start over again, over and over again, until she fell into a dreamland in a daze...

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At dawn the next day, the three little ones arrived at the Fu'an Courtyard neatly.

Her Royal Highness the eldest princess had bloodshot eyes and did not sleep well all night.

She only received the news of her son last night. He came back and kidnapped him regardless of his daughter-in-law's wishes. Now the imperial army is looking for him all over the city. Maybe the news has reached the ears of the officials.

At daybreak, Zhazi will probably be at the desk of the official.

Zhao Yuqing was so angry that she wanted to beat up that unfilial son, but she was so angry, who made her her own mother, what else could she do except follow his "orders" to deal with the aftermath?
She has to bear the reputation of this vicious mother-in-law.

She was the only one to deal with the official's house.

"Hey!" Zhao Yuqing looked at the three well-behaved children in front of him, and then thought about his bastard son, and sighed.

"The three of you are good boys, so I won't tell you anything. When you go to Yangzhou, you must not be willful, and you must not cause trouble for your mother and Uncle Fu, do you understand?"

The three little ones all claimed to be.

The eldest princess' eyes fell on Yi Nian.

I don't know what I thought of, and suddenly sighed.

"You are the eldest brother, you must take good care of your younger siblings."

With a thought, he nodded and said yes, lowering his eyebrows and lowering his eyes.

"His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess must take care of herself in Beijing, and write letters often."

This child is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed, and he doesn't look like a big person all the time.

The saddest thing for Zhao Yuqing is that with his life experience, he might not be able to be named Zhao in an upright manner for the rest of his life...

(End of this chapter)