Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 246 The twisted melon is not sweet
"A twisted melon, isn't it sweet?" Xin Yi smiled, seeing that Duan Yun was still skeptical, he pushed the teacup in front of her and lowered his voice.

"Apart from the official family, what the prince most needs to capture is Zhang Xun's heart..."

Duan Yun frowned and asked, "You mean?"

Xin Yi said: "The son can check Zhang Sanlang's tone first, and it would be better if he is willing to cooperate. If he is concerned about the official voice, then the son wants to marry with all his heart, then there must be a reason why Zhang Sanlang cannot refuse you."

With a groan, Duan Yun was suddenly blessed to his heart.

"I understand. I should cut it first and play it later... According to your Da Song, it is... raw rice and cooked rice."

Xin Yi: "..."

She didn't say that.

"With all due respect, the prince still has to think of a perfect plan. What if Zhang Sanlang is not as good as you think? Isn't this jumping into the fire pit?"

Duan Yun smiled heartily, "Our daughter's family in Dali is the most free and easy, not as shy as you girls from the Central Plains... If we look at any elder brother, we will go straight..."

After a pause, Duan Yun pursed his lips again, looking a little more serious.

"Even if it's a fire pit, I'm willing."

"..."

The news of Duan Yun's visit quickly reached Zhang Xun's ears. Today, when he came to the pharmacy on duty, he no longer just sat and walked away like he did a few days ago, but called Xiang Ling to see Xin Yi. one side.

"Go and tell your third sister-in-law for me. I'll just say a few words and leave."

Xiang Ling actually didn't have any bad feelings towards Zhang Xun. They were cousins. It was because of the Liu family and Zhang Zhengxiang that the two families rarely moved around, but there was no conflict between them. , and has always been polite, Xiangling couldn't say no to him.

"Third brother, I'm only responsible for passing on the message for you. As for whether my sister will see you or not, that's my sister's decision. I can't help you."

Zhang Xun doesn't like Xiangling calling Xin Yi one by one.

"Why don't you call me the third sister-in-law?"

Xiang Ling pursed her lips, glanced at him, turned and left.

Xin Yi knew what Zhang Xun was here for, and asked Xiang Ling to go down first and tell Zhang Xun to wait, and then he stayed in the medicine hall for half an hour to do what he was doing before going to see him.

Zhang Xun looked a little thinner than he looked that day.

After returning to Beijing, he suffered so many family accidents, which must have also impacted him.

Xin Yi sat down expressionlessly, "Let's talk."

Her indifference was all on her face, and she didn't even have the slightest intention to hide it. This made Zhang Xun very embarrassed, and the emotion surging in his heart due to Xin Yi became more irritable, which made his chest tight for no reason, and his tone involuntarily cooled down.

"No matter what calculations you have in your heart, you'd better restrain yourself. I'm your husband. As a wife, it's a crime to be unvirtuous, and a woman regards her husband as the sky. That's the standard of ethics, and you can't allow you to turn things upside down."

Xin Yi's face darkened, and the teacup that he had just brought was placed heavily, making a crisp sound.

"If Marquis Zhang Duyu came to me, it was just to preach. Then please go back, my pharmacy doesn't welcome you."

She has deep eyebrows and cold eyes, not like the old lady Zhang who always acted aggressively to bluff people, but is actually a paper tiger, and under her calm expression, there is a real tiger hidden.

When Zhang Xun met his gaze, his heart was suffocated, he couldn't calm down, and even hesitated to speak.

"I didn't come to you to preach..."

"Then why are you here?"

Zhang Xun coughed lightly, and said with a cold face, "I'm here...to ask a doctor."

inquiry?

Xin Yi raised his eyebrows, glanced at him, and said nothing.

Zhang Xun knew that his excuse was not very good, but Xin Yi opened a drug store, so this was the only and best excuse...

Although he was a little annoyed that as a husband, he still had to make excuses when he approached his wife, which was unthinkable, but he was willing to coax her first, and then teach her the rules after the awkwardness in her heart passed...

Thinking of this, Zhang Xun calmed down.

"After being poisoned that day, I was treated by my wife, and I got much better. However, in the past two days, I felt restless, belching, and nauseated... I want my lady to ask me again and prescribe a prescription."

"No doctor." Xin Yi didn't wait for his words to fall, and refused coldly.

Then, call Xiang Ling.

"Take out the regulations of my pharmacy and show it to Marquis Zhang Duyu."

"Regulations?" Zhang Xun was puzzled.

Xin Yi said calmly: "The state owns the state law, and the family has family rules. Since the completion of the Xin Yi medicine shop, there have been regulations, hanging above the medicine hall, and everyone in Bianjing knows."

Xiang Ling brought a small plaque, bowed his head, walked up to Zhang Xun, put it on the table, and backed away without saying anything.

Xiang Ling was somewhat afraid of this official cousin.

Zhang Xun glanced at her and frowned at the writing on the plaque.

"First, do not treat those with bad conduct; second, do not treat those who do not pay attention to medical ethics; third, do not treat when you are in a bad mood. First, do not cure witches, second, do not treat dirty things, third, do not treat people who want to die, and fourth, do not treat them without pulling out their hair..."

Zhang Xun's face became more and more ugly, and he looked at Xin Yi with heavy eyebrows.

"In my lady's opinion, which one have I committed?"

Xin Yi thought about it, and felt that saying that her conduct was mean was like a personal attack, and Zhang Xun might not accept it, so she said frankly:
"Third, I'm in a bad mood and I don't want to see a doctor."

"..."

Zhang Xun clenched his back teeth, his face turned green with anger, but seeing Xin Yi still looking calm, this made him even more angry...

A cavity of anger rose and fell again.Repeated several times, finally helpless.

How could he not be as calm as his little lady?

"Okay. If you don't want to be treated, then don't." Zhang Xun suppressed his breath, swallowed his saliva and calmed down. After a little thought, he seemed to realize something, and his eyes lit up again.

"You are in a bad mood, but because of Dali's son?"

Xin Yi squinted at him, without saying a word.

Seeing this, Zhang Xun suddenly thought of something, and suddenly laughed.

"Did the prince say something to you that made you angry?"

Xin Yi: "Why did Marquis Zhang Duyu say that?"

Zhang Xun smiled.

She took Xin Yi's alienation and indifference as jealousy, thinking that she was still as stingy as before, and if he talked a few more words with any little lady, he would make a big fuss, looking for death and life...

"Ah!" Zhang Xun felt inexplicably relieved, "I think my lady already knows that this prince of Dali is actually a woman. She saved my life, and I am grateful to her. Unexpectedly, she misunderstood and gave birth to something that should not be done. thoughts..."

Xin Yi narrowed his eyes and examined him.

He really is a scumbag!
She thought that the son-in-law was unrequited love, and Zhang Xun didn't know about it at all. It turned out that Zhang Xun knew Duan Yun's thoughts clearly...

Isn't this a typical "three no men" who don't take the initiative, don't refuse, and don't take responsibility?

Xin Yi's face darkened, "You don't need to tell me about Zhang Du Yuhou's love affairs."

She has tried her best to separate the relationship, and wants Zhang Xun to quit, but Zhang Xun doesn't know where the confidence comes from. The more she draws a clear line, the more Zhang Xun believes that she is complaining, angry, and jealous ...

The impression that Mrs. Zhang once gave him has been deeply ingrained.

He even smiled a little, "So, even if I want to be with her, you don't care?"

Xin Yi laughed: "Why should I care?"

Zhang Xun: "She is the niece of King Dali, she will not be willing to be a concubine."

Xin Yi turned his head: "So?"

Zhang Xun: "She is going to be a regular wife, according to your status, how do you deal with yourself?"

Xin Yi snorted and laughed out loud.

"If that's the case, then I'll personally give her a big gift and say thank you."

Zhang Xun sighed secretly.

"You are really brave and jealous. According to my original temper, I would not explain anything to you. Therefore, I will only say this once. I have no personal relationship with the prince of Dali. I haven't had it before, and I won't have it in the future... ..."

Zhang Xun looked at her coldly, for some reason he cared so much about her thoughts, this was never before, and it made him annoyed and disgusted by it...

"Women really can't get used to it! How long have you been angry with me? Anyway, there must be a day to calm down, right?"

Zhang Xun sighed softly, "I came back this time because I sincerely want to live a good life with you, and you don't want to make trouble anymore. Court affairs, family affairs, which one doesn't bother you? Can't you let me stop?"

Xin Yi looked at her with question marks on his forehead.

"This is what I want to ask you. Can you stop making trouble, and you can't let me stop?"

Zhang Xun frowned fiercely, suddenly annoyed.

"I didn't argue with you, but you made up my own, didn't you?"

Zhang Xun pointed at the door, "Go out and listen to what other people have to say? Do you think there aren't enough gossips in Beijing?"

Xin Yi laughed and asked sincerely, "What rumors? Do you believe it?"

Zhang Xun raised his eyebrows, "Of course I don't believe it. But you don't want to make trouble again and attract criticism from others. You don't care about face, I walk in the middle of the capital, so I can wipe away my face..."

Xin Yi calmly said: "So, why don't you let go? A piece of paper and a notice of reconciliation is posted, and at most people will criticize it once more. From now on, the bridge will return to the bridge, and the road will return to the road. You live your Friday and Saturday, and I live mine. .You follow your lofty sentiments, and I live my vulgar and vulgar ones...wouldn't everyone be happy?"

(End of this chapter)