Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 657 Hands-on solution...

This child is different from his younger brothers and sisters. He has been quiet since he was a child, and he looks like a natural literati. Under Fu Jiuqu's supervision these years, although his martial arts skills have not declined, his favorite is piano, chess, poetry and painting, and chess is his only skill.

But when he came down, he was no match for Fu Jiuqu, so he thought about it in private.My husband said that my eldest brother has improved his chess skills recently.It seems that he has the heart to challenge, otherwise he would not be so eager.

Xin Yi looked at them amusedly.

"Talk about one game, then just go to the next game. Dinner will be served soon. Don't be like last time, refusing to clean up until the dark..."

The two men agreed with each other, immersed themselves in the chess game, and ignored her.

The situation on the chessboard was changing, and Xin Yi looked bored beside him, and his eyes involuntarily fell on the letter on the table that Fu Jiuqu covered with a paperweight.

It was raining heavily.

Tick-tock knocking on the blue tiles, the courtyard is quiet and lonely.

After a while, there was another burst of laughter.

Xin Yi heard that it was San Nian who was talking to Xian Yu. Xiao Yu'er has a lively temperament, just at the age when cats hate dogs, and usually likes to cling to the third girl the most, and the relationship is very close.

The siblings were chattering, and the sound could be heard from far away.

But the two chess players didn't respond.

Obviously, they've lost themselves in their own world.

Looking at Yi Nian's handsome face, Xin Yi's thoughts fluttered.

To this day, she still can't tell what Zhao Guan's family looks like from Yi Nian's face, because after seven years, she has almost forgotten what Zhao Guan's family looks like.But when you think about it, the brows, earlobes, and bridge of the nose are somewhat similar to Fu Jiuqu.

It is said that a nephew is like an uncle. If Fu Jiuqu and Zhao Zhen are similar, can it be inferred that Yi Nian is indeed Zhao Zhen's biological son?
"mother……"

San Nian's laughter burst into the curtain, like an oriole bird, very pleasant to the ear.

But it was not San Nian who poked his head out first, but Xian Yu.

The six-year-old Xianyu broke the curse of "a son looks like a mother" by himself. A small face was printed in the same mold as his father, making Xin Yi suspect that this is not the inheritance of genes, but the copying of codes.

"Wow, I'm playing chess... I want to come, I want to come too..."

The shrunken version of Xianyu is not as stern as his father, but as naughty as a monkey.

Fu Jiuqu had dealt with him many times, but he still didn't have a long memory.

Watching Xianyu squeeze towards the chessboard, Xin Yi got a big head, grabbed his collar and pulled him over.

"Big brother is playing chess with your father, why are you joining in the fun..."

"Mother, it hurts, hurts..." Xian Yu tilted her head, stretched her neck to look at the chess game, and yelled at Yi Nian who was lost in thought, "I will, I will, big brother go there, go there, ouch, you can't, Let me violently kill my father, let me... kill him to death..."

Fu Jiuqu: "..."

Dear son, I have a hand in killing Lao Tzu.

Fu Jiuqu raised his eyes, "Did you finish your homework?"

Xianyu laughed nonchalantly, "What do you do with homework? Grandma said that Dad didn't like to do homework when he was young, so he asked me to play with my sister... ah..."

Xin Yi took his ear and pulled it aside.

"Your father won the first prize if he didn't do his homework. What about you? How many words can you know? How old are you? Are you going to learn well?"

"Mother... Ouch... You murdered your parents and children..." Xianyu's little ears made Xin Yi turn red, and when she let her go, she stroked her cheek and shouted for injustice.

"It was my grandmother who asked me to play with my sister, so I went. Why did you rely on me again..."

"I'm used to you!" Xin Yi patted him on the head, "Who doesn't know you will bully little Lihua when you find the right opportunity..."

"Mother! I agreed to call my sister Xiaolihua."

Before giving birth to a little daughter, Xin Yi discussed it with Xian Yu. The child said it very nicely at the beginning, he wanted a younger brother, he wanted a younger sister, whatever was fine, but on the first day when his younger sister was born, he started crying , Said that he was no longer the most beloved baby of his parents.

Because the newborn sister cried very little, Wen Po said that she looked like a milk cat, so Xin Yi gave her a nickname, Xiaolihua.

The cat eats fish, and everyone in the house laughs, saying that Xianyu has a cat sister who is dedicated to conquering him, and he was angry with him for a full moon, until Fu Jiuqu named his sister Fu Chan, and in order to appease him. He was so angry that he changed his nickname to "Xianyu", and then he became happy.

However, Xin Yi still thinks that little raccoon is cute, hugging her daughter is like petting a cat, and "little raccoon" is still barking non-stop, often making Xianyu so angry.

The mother and son fought fiercely for homework, and San Nian sat on the edge of the chessboard with a little stick, watching the play.

She doesn't know how to play chess, but she knows how to play melon seeds.

The fruit plate has preserved fruits and melon seeds brought by Taoyu, and Sannian likes to watch Xianyu get beaten while knocking the melon seeds.

"Mother, you can't take care of your younger brother. You want to call Xiao Lihua to come and cry immediately..."

Xianyu had just been pinched in the face by the little raccoon, and she yelled as soon as she heard it.

"Only the third sister has a ruthless trick—mother, I'd rather copy 'three hundred thousand' for your son than mess with little Chan'er! Mother, please spare my dog's life..."

Xin Yi couldn't laugh or cry, San Nian covered her mouth and smiled delicately.

But the two people on the chessboard didn't hear anything from the window.

San Nian got up from the chair, poured the herbal tea and handed it to Yi Nian, who didn't see Yi Nian move, turned around to complain to Xin Yi, "Mother, look at my brother..."

Xin Yi looked at the drooping eyelashes, and then at the long eyelashes of Fu Jiuqu and Xian Yu. The more he looked at them, the more he felt that the letter on the table was a bit hot.

"Leave him alone, wait until they finish playing chess."

It was only then that I realized it, I held a white piece and dropped it on the chessboard, I turned around and smiled.

"Third Sister Lao."

San Nian rested her chin and shook her head, making a grimace, "It's just you. If it was the second elder brother, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to him."

Xin Yi's mood moved slightly, and he asked, "Should Er Nian come back today?"

San Nian said: "He! It must be dark when we come back."

Xin Yi sighed, stroked San Nian's head, "Are you hungry?"

"No." San Nian said and pouted again, "I don't know how the second elder brother thought, but he was living a good life, but he was born to go to that camp, tired like a donkey, black like a lump of coal... "

Xin Yi pursed his lips, "When Er Nian comes back later, you can just ask him like this."

San Nian stuck out her tongue, "Don't dare."

Er Nian has practiced martial arts all year round, and he is the tallest and strongest. At the age of 17, he looks like a little adult. He speaks and does things very willfully, not as rough as when he was a child.

The person he admires the most is Di Qing.

Because of this sentence, Fu Jiuqu did not stop him from going to the camp to exercise, but he still set the rules. He still had to read the books that should be read, and had to take the exams that should be taken as usual. Even if he went to the camp, he could not escape studying.

Er Nian readily agreed.

The children have their own ideas, and Xin Yi never stops them, and they can usually get along with them without any generation gap.

After all, she is only 27 years old this year, and the ancients are precocious.

It has been ten years since she came to this era, but her consciousness and thinking seem to have never changed, and she is still stuck in the past...

But Fu Jiuqu...

Xin Yi glanced at the man sitting upright.

The 29-year-old Brother Nine is in his best years as a man. His appearance remains the same as before, but his temperament has become more stable and stable, like a feudal patriarch. Xin Yi often jokes that he is a pedantic little old man.

"You lost." A sunspot landed steadily on the chessboard.

With a smile on his face, Fu Jiuqu looked at Yi Nian suspiciously on the other side of the chessboard, with a slight look of shame on his face.

Yi Nian stared blankly at the defeat, with a look of surprise on his face.

In the game, there is a word "Rong" that Fu Jiuqu put out with sunspots.

A thought filled with both surprise and admiration, he quickly got up and saluted.

"I was so stupid that I didn't see Uncle Fu's technique of luring the enemy, and he still put on such fancy tricks under his nose. It's subtle, it's really subtle!"

Fu Jiuqu said calmly: "Life is like a game of chess. Play a game to see wisdom, and play a game to gain insight. What you see is the game, and I am looking for the overall situation. You are skilled in chess and outstanding. You are no longer an ordinary person. Comparable. But you are still young, and you still need to sharpen your mind. In other words, it's not that you are stupid, but that your opponent is too strong..."

Xin Yi: ...

Is it okay to boast about yourself in a different way?
Yi Nian was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"One thought is willing to bow down, Uncle Fu, let's play another game..."

As he said that, he was going to pick up chess pieces, Fu Jiuqu gave him a wink, motioning him to look at Xin Yi's face.

"No more, or your mother will pull my ears. Let's talk."

Yi Nian had already noticed the abnormality of Fu Jiuqu and Xin Yi, so he hummed lightly and sat down obediently.

"Uncle Fu, please tell me."

Fu Jiuqu looked back at Xianyu and suddenly felt a headache.

"San Nian, you take Xian Yu to play with Little Li Hua for a while..."

San Nian knew that the lord was about to speak, so she responded with a polite smile.

But Xianyu screamed, "Mother, did you hear that? Did you hear that? My father told me to go find Little Lihua... no, I went to play with Chan'er."

Xin Yi snorted, "Then hurry up, wait until your father changes his mind..."

Xian Yu took San Nian's hand and walked away in a hurry.

Fu Jiuqu walked to the desk, removed the paperweight, dipped a pen into the ink, and wrote four words on the cold gold paper.

"Given the name by the official, come and take a look, are you satisfied?"

Startled by Yi Nian, he slowly turned around and walked to Fu Jiuqu's side.

Yuwen, Yuwu.

Zhao Yuwen, Zhao Yuwu.

Yi Nian pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, lifted his robe and bowed down.

"The grass people kowtow to the emperor for his kindness."

Fu Jiuqu looked at him intently, "Yi Nian, you are a good boy, there are some things I won't say, but you must understand..."

Yi Nian said: "This name is very suitable for me, I think the second brother will also like it. Uncle Fu remember to thank the emperor for me."

Fu Jiuqu frowned slightly, looking at Xin Yi.

Xin Yi smiled and said: "It doesn't matter what your name is or what, he is my son anyway, no one can take it away!"

On Yi Nian's cheeks was the characteristic shyness of a teenager, and he smiled lightly, but he couldn't tell whether it was lonely or relaxed.

"My son is grateful for his mother's upbringing."

The corners of Xin Yi's mouth were slightly pursed, and he was about to ease his smile when he glanced at Fu Jiuqu who was supporting the table with his hands, and sat down slowly, his face was pale, and there was faint sweat on his forehead.

Xin Yi was surprised: "Brother Jiu, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Jiuqu put his hand to his forehead in silence, "Headache."

　Xin Yi: Time flies, Brother Nine is almost 30 years old in a blink of an eye...

　　Ninth brother is old, can he still fight?
　　Fu Jiuqu: I have a headache.

　　Fu Erdai: Brother, give me a chance to perform...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)