Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 646

"Ah!" Looking at Zhao Yuqing's aggressive gaze, Fu Jiuqu always felt that if he didn't explain clearly quickly, his old lady would pick up the chamber pot and throw it at his head.

"Misunderstanding!" Fu Jiuqu had a very headache, "I have already explained it to you in the letter before. I have no selfish relationship with Mrs. Mei, and I only contacted her to investigate the case..."

snort!Zhao Yuqing glanced at him, as if evaluating whether these words were true or false.

After a long while, he said: "Forget it, because Eleven interceded for you, I'll let you off this time. Next time, don't come into my house, and I won't be your son."

"Mom, don't you know me yet?"

"How lucky is a man in the world, how much is it worth?"

"..."

"Get up."

"Thank you mother for your forgiveness."

Fu Jiuqu silently glanced at his old lady, thinking that he should be more careful in the future.Women who often deal with eleven will change.Mother is obviously soft and weak, but suddenly she is so powerful.

After Mrs. Qian fetched water, Fu Jiuqu washed up and changed into clean clothes before talking to Zhao Yuqing comfortably.

From leaving Beijing to returning to Beijing, Zhao Yuqing finally asked Fu Guangyi after talking all over the place.

"How did you dispose of your father's body?"

Fu Jiuqu calmed down, and said lightly, "I came back this time to ask my mother what she wants."

Zhao Yuqing lowered her head, hugged the hand warmer with an indistinguishable expression, and kept rubbing it.

Under the dim candlelight, her face was pale and lonely, "Bury it. If the mother and son have not committed any crimes, don't make things difficult."

"Mother?" Fu Jiuqu squinted at her, and the corners of his mouth curled up in displeasure.

"Mother has thought about it a long time ago." Zhao Yuqing obviously didn't want to mention this matter again, and asked about their life in Yangzhou, talking about the recent gossip in the palace, and finally asked him again.

"When are you going to leave?"

Fu Jiuqu said, "I'm going to leave after I find a chance to meet Master in the past two days."

"Has your uncle been there?"

"En." Fu Jiuqu's eyes dimmed slightly, and he told her what happened in the palace tonight.

Zhao Yuqing nodded, "Your uncle is also in trouble, don't hold him in your heart. Years ago, I went to see him, and he asked you for a long time, and I miss you very much."

Fu Jiuqu narrowed his eyes slightly: "I know."

Stayed at home for two days, Fu Jiuqu didn't go out, just stayed in the Fu'an courtyard, didn't let others know, only Wei Mao came once to talk about the situation in the palace.

On the day of the Funing Gate fire, Zhao Guan's family lost their temper for a while, and they were reprimanded and scolded from the two houses down, and the matter actually subsided a lot.

In the past two days, the Zhao official family began to handle some government affairs. Officials above the two systems can greet at the inner east gate.

Wei Mao said: "There is another tricky thing. On that day, Wang Su of Kaifeng Mansion knocked on the palace door late at night, begging to see the two mansions to report Du Yuhou's plan to rebel. Unexpectedly, he was reprimanded by Minister Wen. Master Cao inquired, and soon convicted the forbidden army who reported, saying that the man made a false accusation and was about to behead him."

Fu Jiuqu remembered that he had mentioned this matter, but he didn't know that he had already killed everyone.

Wei Mao said again: "At present, the official's illness is recovering a little bit, and Liu Hang, the chief executive, will immediately go to the official's house to file a complaint and tell the official about Wen Xiang's killing of the whistleblower. From the point of view of his subordinates, Wen Xiang and Liu Xiang will not deal with it. Daqing These days, in order to establish the crown prince, the palace has done a lot of tricks."

Fu Jiuqu snorted coldly, "You've been in the Imperial City Division for so long, can't you see through such a person?"

Wei Mao nodded and sighed, as if thinking of something, he cupped his hands and said, "General Di is out for an outing in the city today, and he brought his retainers and wine with him, and he will not return until dark."

Fu Jiuqu: "Understood."

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This time he returned to Beijing without an edict, he could go to the palace to see the emperor, and he could go back to the house to see his mother, but he did not visit Di Qing openly.The reason is simple. According to Xin Yi, Di Qing is in trouble this year, and Fu Jiuqu doesn't want his actions to affect him.

Fu Jiuqu boarded the carriage prepared by Wei Mao, took two salt-baked chickens, and two jars of Penglai wine soaked before Xin Yi left Beijing, and went straight up the mountain.

In February, the mountain is still cold and cold, the trees have not yet turned green, only the delicate yellow winter jasmine has opened its buds and competed for beauty.

The Di family held the Spring Festival banquet next to a sunny stream in the valley.

The children ran all over the mountains and the fields, and the adults sat on the ground to warm up and drink, which was very joyful.

Fu Jiuqu sat down under the flying stone in the distance, and only let Wei Mao go over to call for someone.

Di Qing was teaching his little grandson's martial arts skills, when he saw Wei Mao approaching, his eyebrows twitched slightly, he patted the child's head, let him play by himself, and walked towards Wei Mao.

"Commander Wei, is there something for the old man?"

General Di's reputation spread far and wide, even if Wei Mao met his eyes, he would "make nothing happen", so he quickly bowed his head and cupped his hands.

"Flying under the stone, the king of the county begged to see General Di."

Di Qing's expression changed.

He looked back at his family, only explained a few words to Wei Shi, and then followed Wei Mao. As soon as he saw Fu Jiuqu's shadow, he burst into anger, and the beard on his chin trembled with anger.

"You are so courageous, have you ever been thundered?"

Hearing Di Qing's cursing like a bell, Fu Jiuqu's stiff limbs suddenly relaxed, stood up silently, and bowed down to Di Qing.

"My apprentice brought salt-baked chicken and Penglai wine, my teacher, please sit down first, and scold while eating, don't hurt your liver."

Di Qing snorted and looked at him with disgust.

"No table or chair, just a broken stone, is this your filial piety?"

He was cursing, but his body was very honest. He sat down and picked up a piece of salt-baked chicken with his fingers. He uncorked the flagon pot and sniffed the Penglai wine, and then drank it bluntly.

"Good wine."

Fu Jiuqu turned his head back with a smile on his face, and gave Wei Mao a look.

Wei Mao cupped his hands, and silently backed away to let the wind go.

Di Qing put down the jug and held it in his hand, glanced at the direction of Wei Mao's departure, and stared at Fu Jiuqu with dissatisfaction, "You should be in Yangzhou now, not Bianjing, a place of right and wrong... let's go. Go back earlier. "

"Tu'er came here specially to see you. After finishing speaking, I'm leaving."

"What shameful thing did you do? Sneak up on the mountain and say it?"

Fu Jiuqu: "Teacher and apprentice, I don't want to hurt your old man."

Di Qing: "What am I afraid of getting involved? Those old men in the court hall don't like the old man anyway, and they have to read a book for everything, what are they doing?"

Fu Jiuqu smiled and said nothing.

Di Qing softened his tone, and said coldly:
"There is a big fire in the palace. I don't know how many monsters and ghosts will be burned out. If the official family's illness is cured, it is okay. If it doesn't heal for a long time, it may be another commotion. Just wait and see, those sour masters are afraid." It’s time to cry and shout for the heaven and the earth, for the living people, for the life of the people, and for the peace of the world, to invite the emperor’s heir and establish a prince. Hmph! Seeing Tian’er’s fighting skills, I laughed my old man’s big teeth off.”

He was very open-minded, but after hearing what Xin Yi said, Fu Jiuqu felt uneasy, and said with a smile: "I know that my teacher is rough and thick, and I am not afraid of those foxes and ostentatious shouts, but you are a girl Don't worry. Before leaving, I specifically asked me to come and visit your old man, and told you to beware of villains, watch out for floods, and not go to the Daxiangguo Temple to avoid the water..."

Di Qing was a little puzzled, and looked at him with half-closed eyes.

"Why is this?"

Seeing his puzzled face, Fu Jiuqu knew that it would be impossible to justify it without an excuse.

So he said with a smile: "On the New Year's Day, I often have nightmares, and they are all ghosts and ghosts dreaming about each other, which is very scary. When she wakes up, she always sweats profusely, saying that her teacher is in trouble, so she has to guard against..."

There are a lot of taboos nowadays, some things Fu Jiuqu can't say clearly to Di Qing, firstly, he may not be willing to believe it, and secondly, Di Qing has a free and easy temper, even if he does believe it, he may not be taken as a warning.He had no choice but to tactfully tell him Xin Yi's reminders in the most awe-inspiring way.

At the end, he specifically said:
"Eleventh also said that you will have to write a letter at least half a month later. If you don't want to write a letter, let Senior Brother Jiwu write it for you and explain your food, clothing and health, so she can rest assured."

They have been in Yangzhou for so long, and the eldest princess will deliver a letter to the post office in three to five days. Even if the family dog ​​has a cub, she has to write a letter by herself.

Di Qing, on the other hand, was just the opposite. Apart from replying to a letter on solar terms, he only asked someone to deliver two large packages when Xianyu was born, which was considered positive.

Even if he has three illnesses and two pains, he just doesn't mention it.

Xin Yi was afraid of him, and asked Fu Jiuqu to frighten him by pretending to be a ghost.

When Di Qing heard this, she really lowered her eyebrows, disapproving.

"You don't have to worry about the old man. Hmph! The old man is too old to be too lazy to be with those old men. They fight their way, and I catch my fish, which has nothing to do with each other."

Fu Jiuqu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "People say that you are young and energetic, but you also say that you are so old, so you are still so stubborn?"

Di Qing said: "You are not in Beijing. There are so many rumors and disturbing news, which are much more frightening than the nightmare of the eleventh. If the old man took everything to heart, it must be dead in their mouths Countless times."

"Master, this is not the same thing..."

"Why is it not the same thing? Don't worry, the old man has his own plans."

"..." Fu Jiuqu was speechless.

In this life, my mentor has lived an open and frank life, fought on the battlefield, killed countless enemies, and has his own set of principles in his heart. Even if he speaks with spittle, it may be difficult to convince the old man.

Sigh!

Such a heroic and dry-minded person, those people in the court could not tolerate him.

(End of this chapter)