Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 652
At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through Xin Yi's mind.

She knew what Di Qing meant to Fu Jiuqu, who had no father since birth, and how much anger and sadness Fu Jiuqu's clenched fist contained.

"it is good."

Xin Yi hugged him.

His body was tense, and his face seemed to be a lot haggard.

"Let's not tell him. The little old man has a very bad temper. If he finds out, he might blow up his grave..."

"My teacher is only 49 this year."

"Yeah, he's only 49 years old, I call him little old man, I'm afraid I'm going to blow my beard and stare in anger..."

Xin Yi wanted to speak lightly, and even used a humorous tone, but at the end of the sentence, his voice was hoarse, and his sobs just stuck in his throat.

Big and big teardrops fell down, no matter how much you wiped them off...

From the first time she met Di Qing, Xin Yi hoped that Di Qing would live well and that Fu Jiuqu would not be blackened.But things are still tilting rapidly on a track beyond her control——

Di Qing's death was like a sharp knife, deeply inserted into Fu Jiuqu's chest, and Xin Yi's worries about Fu Jiuqu escalated exponentially.

In the original plot, Fu Jiuqu became black because of Di Qing's death.

At this moment, Xin Yi hugged him, looking at his resolute side face and frowning brows, it seemed that a cold air shot up from the soles of his feet, quickly permeated his limbs, and boundless fear.

She hugged Fu Jiuqu tightly, and followed his back, "Brother Jiu, the adoptive father has a spirit in heaven, and he definitely doesn't want us to be sad for him...he will be sad..."

Fu Jiuqu was silent for a long time, and patted the back of Xin Yi's hand, his voice was so calm that no emotion could be heard, only deep exhaustion.

"The master fought against Xia for four years, 25 battles, without a single defeat. He was hit by arrows as many as eight times, and he survived miraculously... He conquered Jintang City, captured Youzhou, destroyed several tribes of Xia, burned food worth tens of thousands of stones, captured Tens of thousands of people...depressed the spirit of Xia Jun..."

Xin Yi: "I know. Ninth Brother, I know everything..."

Fu Jiuqu's Adam's apple choked, "On the [-]th, we know that after this battle, the Great Song Dynasty will have no soldiers to fight, no generals to use..."

His deep black eyes were burning with flames, as if he had quickly flipped through a history book, with indescribable sadness.

Xin Yi's heart sank heavily.

How could she not know?

No one knows better than her.

She not only knows the present, but also the future, and because of this, the feeling of powerlessness is heavier.She is a bystander, but whether she does it or not, it will not change the world in any way.

She felt sorry for Di Qing, and also for Fu Jiuqu.

"Ninth Brother..." Xin Yi hesitated to speak, "Do you hate it?"

The bead curtain moved slightly, and the wind from the lotus pond in Tianshui Pavilion blew the fragrance of lotus.It was the gentlest touch and the most lingering love of the afternoon breeze, but it couldn't shake off the fear in her heart at the moment.

"Who do you hate?" Fu Jiuqu asked.

Xin Yi: "They killed the adoptive father."

Fu Jiuqu didn't raise his head, the corner of his mouth tugged slightly, "Can I hate you?"

"Yes." Xin Yi hugged him by the shoulders, hugged Fu Jiuqu, and wrapped his thin body around him.

The man's forehead was covered with sweat, and his body was trembling slightly.

Xin Yi suddenly felt a pain in his heart, "You can hate, you can scold. You can hate whoever you want, and you can scold whoever you want..."

Fu Jiuqu put his head against hers, his shoulders trembled, like a child who lost his father, but he didn't cry.

"To die on the battlefield and to be shrouded in horse leather is the glory of my generation...but my Song soldiers shouldn't die like this. The battle of Duandaowu is not a defeat of the army, but a decline of the country."

The overlord's halberd, the hero's end.A group of soldiers committed suicide in Duan Dao Wu, what a tragedy...

Xin Yi closed her eyes, lowered her head against his face, her eyes were blurred by tears, and her nasal cavity was uncomfortable, she inhaled lightly, and kissed him lightly on the face.

"You still have me. Brother Nine. You still have me."

For lunch that day, Xiang Ling prepared some light food, but how did he bring it up, and how did he bring it back.

In the evening, Xin Yi came back from a stroll around the yard with Xian Yu, and was inexplicably panicked when he found that Fu Jiuqu was not in the room.

"Apricot balls..."

Hearing her anxious voice, Xingyuan quickly opened the curtain and came in, holding the fruit plate prepared for them.The master has no appetite, and the girls are also anxious.

"What happened to the lady?"

Xin Yi frowned inadvertently, "Where did Master Jiu go?"

Xingyuan took a look around, then looked back at Yu Hui by the window, "Just now the maid saw Guard Duan rushing in, said something to Master Jiu, and the two of them went out."

The setting sun sank into the horizon, but Fu Jiuqu still didn't come back.

Xin Yi was a little worried, so he handed the child to the nanny, changed his clothes and found the Yamen.

At this time, the yamen was on duty, the heat was shrouded in heat, and there was no wind. The few subordinate officials and yamen servants kneeling on the ground in the yamen were flushed and sweating like overcooked prawns.

There was no sound in the hall, mixed with some kind of murderous air.

Fu Jiuqu's slender body was sitting upright, with an indifferent expression.

He didn't move, and the people kneeling in the hall didn't dare to move.

Xin Yi was still outside the door when Duan Sui stopped him.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

Duan Sui is rare serious.

"Jiuye is dealing with business, my lady wait a moment..."

Xin Yi whispered: "What did they do?"

Duan Sui glanced sideways at the hall and shook his head.

"Didn't there be a flood a while ago? Many river embankments and ponds in Yangzhou burst, and the government sent servants to repair and fill in the breach... This is all hard work. It was originally divided among households, but in the end, some The wealthy family spent money to settle the matter, and those without money had to bring their own dry food to the dam. There was an old man in his seventies who could have been exempted from military service, but he didn’t pay filial piety money, so he was assigned as a servant. die……"

Xin Yi understood.

Sending servants is a practice in the Northern Song Dynasty. It is equivalent to ordinary people working for the government for free, and livelihood projects such as repairing rivers and digging canals are basically completed by the people with labor and cooperation with the government.

But earlier, Fu Jiuqu heard from her that in her era, the common people had to pay for the labor. Fu Jiuqu thought it was justified, so he allocated a sum of money and paid for the underage households and single households. Ding households and female households are exempted from service.The rest of the small households who are waiting for their contributions will get wages.

Apparently, these subordinate officials filled their pockets and were reported by others...

When it was changed to Ge Yong, most of them would just keep their eyes open and close their eyes, and let everyone eat until they were fat, but it fell into Fu Jiuqu's hands, and at this juncture, Xin Yi looked at Fu Jiuqu's face, I couldn't help but sweat for these people.

There was silence all around.

Dog days are unbearably hot.

Xin Yi was about to find a cool place to sit and wait, when Fu Jiuqu's voice suddenly came from the hall.

"The chief official was dismissed and sent to prison, and Ling Chi died. The rest of the people, etc., will have twenty sticks. Resignation and exile!"

Zhao Zhen promotes benevolent government, and the possibility of death penalty is extremely small.

Several subordinate officials and yamen servants stared wide-eyed, almost in disbelief.

In their view, this is a trivial matter at all, and the big deal is to spit out the money and suffer a few boards.Resignation and exile is already ruthless, but Fu Jiuqu actually killed them?

"My lord, Lord Zhizhou, please forgive me..."

"Forgive me, the king of the county, I know I was wrong..."

The howling sound was earth-shattering.

They were terrified, and Xin Yi was terrified too.

Death is not scary, but Ling Chi's death is really terrible.

Xin Yi turned his head to look over, and the faint light fell on Fu Jiuqu's delicate face, adding a bit of a sinister air of prey.

The face is exactly the same as yesterday, his eyes are like stars, his nose is like a gall, this handsome spirit is unparalleled in the world.

But at this moment, Xin Yi couldn't find any softness on his face, and the sharp edges and corners made one suspect that the loving father who teased Xianyu...was not the person in front of him.

Fu Jiuqu also saw her.

Xin Yi smiled, turned and left.

In the yamen, she didn't question Fu Jiuqu's decision. She waited until Fu Jiuqu returned to Tianshui Pavilion when it was dark. Then she ran towards him with her wet hair after a bath, and hugged him tightly with her arms.

"Brother Jiu...don't scare me...I'm afraid..."

Fu Jiuqu looked down at the woman in his arms and stroked her back.

"Have you bathed?"

"Ah."

"Why don't you let your hair dry."

"Brother Jiu..." Xin Yi raised his face and looked at him, "You know what I want to say. Those people corrupted the law and enslaved the people, they should be beaten, punished, and killed... But can we stop using torture?"

Fu Jiuqu said lightly: "Killing one to warn others is a good strategy. Under my rule, if you can't keep yourself clean, then you should resign early to avoid death in vain."

"Ninth Brother..."

Xin Yi wanted to say that this person is not so easy to kill, not to mention the complicated procedures of the death penalty review, just say that if the news spread, maybe the death penalty was not approved, but it would cause a lot of criticism for him, and there is no need to leave a cruel person notoriety.

However, Fu Jiuqu didn't give her a chance to speak out.

"There is no need to say too much on Eleven. I have my own measure..."

He interrupted Xin Yi, took him over and walked inside, his tone calm and unwavering.

"I'm a bit hungry now, my lady will accompany me to have a midnight snack."

Xin Yi: ...

(End of this chapter)