Bianjing little doctor

The raindrops fell in a patter, and the mist enveloped the mountains and forests like waves in the sea of ​​clouds.

The world, mountains and rivers are quiet.

Zhang Xun stepped forward to pick up the unsheathed waist knife, looked at it for a moment with lowered eyebrows, and suddenly sneered: "That day, the Imperial City Secretary reported that Nong Zhigao recruited soldiers and horses. For fear of any changes, you sent me south to sneak into the frontier to thoroughly investigate the matter. At that time, you already had the heart to take your wife?"

"No." Fu Jiuqu frowned, "I'll send you to the outskirts, it's business."

"Lie!" Zhang Xun stared at Fu Jiuqu's calm face, wiped his waist knife, and approached slowly, "Do you think I will still believe what you say?"

Fu Jiuqu: "It's up to you whether you believe it or not. Whether I do it or not is up to me."

Zhang Xun sneered, "It's just a woman. If you want it, you can just ask. A man has made great achievements, but a beautiful wife and concubine are only mediocre. Brother, I am still reluctant to give it to you? Why do you want to lie to me and let the whole Beijing Everyone laughs at me, but you pretend to be deaf and dumb?"

Fu Jiuqu looked sideways slightly, "So, your anger is not because she left you, but because you don't want to gossip. You don't want to reconcile, it's not because you like it, but because you don't want to be poked in the back."

Zhang Xun was speechless, "So what? Marry a husband and follow your husband, and marry a dog and follow your dog. From the day she stepped into the gate of my Zhang family, she was destined to be mine for the rest of her life."

Fu Jiuqu looked at him quietly, his black eyes were as clear as the breeze and the moon, and there was no trace of anger in his words.

"You do it."

Zhang Xun looked at his raised arm, and the corner of his mouth raised a cold arc.

"You want to trap me in injustice."

Fu Jiuqu looked at him without saying a word.

Zhang Xundao: "Assassinate the king of Guangling County and cut off your arm, how do you think the officials will punish me?"

Fu Jiuqu said calmly: "Personal grievances. I will not let you be tortured."

Zhang Xun stared at him, laughed, and gently stroked the cold blade with his fingers, his voice mocking, sarcastic, and icy cold.

"A broken arm cannot be regenerated, have you considered it clearly?"

Fu Jiuqu closed his eyes and sighed, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Zhang Xun walked slowly towards him step by step.

Fu Jiuqu was standing on the side of the mountain. There was a short stone platform. The breeze was blowing his robe, and it was fluttering.

The stone platform was small, but it seemed to have no end. Zhang Xun walked for a long time holding the saber before he came to Fu Jiuqu's back.

"I'll ask you one last time. Are you really willing to give up an arm for her? You won't hate me, settle accounts after autumn?"

Fu Jiuqu opened his eyes and looked at the mountains and forests in the distance, "Your man promises everything, what I owe you, I will pay back."

Zhang Xun sneered, lifted the sharp steel knife, and looked at Fu Jiuqu with squinted eyes, "What a man with deep affection. Chonglou, you and I have known each other for many years. You don't want so many boudoir girls, why do you want her?"

Fu Jiuqu pursed his lips, thought for a while and said, "I don't know where the love started, but it goes deeper and deeper."

Zhang Xun was taken aback for a moment, thinking of the expression in Xin Yi's beautiful eyes when he said this, his heart suddenly became sour, as if soaked in jealousy, almost drowning his breath.

"It's a love that doesn't know where it comes from...Hmph! You are so bold, but I dare not measure it. I, Zhang Xingyuan, don't believe in evil. I want to see how hard your bones are..."

The steel knife raised high exuded an icy cold light, making Zhang Xun narrow his eyes slightly.

He jumped high, the cold wind blowing by the blade, with awe-inspiring murderous aura, cut through the drizzle and fell, as if all the dissatisfaction and hatred had been condensed, all the destruction and pain of self-esteem were all on the sharp edge of the knife...

There was a sharp stabbing pain in his arm, Fu Jiuqu kept his eyes closed, and kept silent with a slight frown.

When the sound.

The knife slid across Fu Jiuqu's arm, the sharp edge scratched the flesh but did not hurt the bones, and when it fell, it could cut off half of the corner of his robe...

Finally, the handle of the knife fell heavily on the stone platform, making a piercing sound.

Panting heavily, Zhang Xun stared like a wild beast, looking at Fu Jiuqu's torn sleeves and robe corners, and the blood dripping down his arms, he said through gritted teeth:

"Half the sleeve of the robe, break the friendship. From now on, you and I will no longer be brothers. Grace will be broken!"

After he finished speaking, he took a look at Fu Jiuqu, put the knife into its sheath, and turned around down the mountain.

Fu Jiuqu: "Go far!"

There was a bitter wind and bitter rain in the mountains, and weeping bursts.

Zhang Xun didn't look back.

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The fight between Fu Jiuqu and Zhang Xun on Ma Xun Street ended up causing trouble all over the city.

It is related to the emperor's relatives, and a little bit of eclectic gossip is bound to attract attention and make people talk about it.

In particular, Zhang Xun won the second place in the martial arts list as a commoner, and was awarded a reward.Zhang Xun himself has thick eyebrows and big eyes, is upright and handsome, and his figure is even taller and majestic. He has always been very popular.

In contrast, Fu Jiuqu's reputation outside is mixed.

Those who like him love him like nothing else, and those who hate him regard him as a heinous devil.

What's more, it is difficult for the public to empathize with a pampered county king who has as many beauties as he wants, let alone calmly and objectively analyze the truth behind the wife-snatching battle between the Guangling county king and Zhang Xun.

Seizing a wife, killing a parent, are unforgivable crimes.

More people sympathized with Zhang Xun, thinking that Fu Jiuqu bullied his parents and bullied others too much, and completely ignored the principles of human relations and nature...

The Yanguan even went to the officials directly, saying that Fu Jiuqu challenged Tianlun and trampled on the laws and regulations of the Song Dynasty, which was immoral and righteous.

In the main hall, all the ministers were annoyed and attacked, and their voices were even louder.

"Wedding is the foundation of etiquette. The principles of husband and wife are the way of heaven and human relations. You should keep it constant. Those who lightly talk about separation are despicable. Taking a wife and breaking the trust and abolishing the principles are the greatest of chaos and a great crime!"

"Officials and ministers also think that the king of Guangling County should be punished. Is he still a human being who despises Gangchang and seizes his wife with power? From the princes to the common people, who can tolerate such evil deeds?"

"The king of Guangling County read the books of sages and sages in vain, violated human relations, was unkind, unrighteous, disrespectful, and unwise. Impunity is not enough to anger the common people."

"My minister agrees!"

"The prince broke the law and committed the same crime as the common people. Officials, this matter must not be tolerated."

"Officials, make an order to punish the crime."

"Officials should take it seriously and not forgive lightly. Otherwise, if everyone follows suit, wouldn't it be a mess? So, where is the law of the court? Where is the law of heaven? If you look at the small, the mess is the husband and wife. Humane. Don't take it lightly!"

"Officials, make an order."

"Officials, hurry up and make an order!"

Zhao Zhen looked at the eloquent ministers, frowned, and said nothing.

He hated Fu Jiuqu's reckless and impulsive behavior in his heart, and made people take such a big advantage, but no one loved his child. How could Zhao Zhen be so cruel to his dear nephew?

And who among the ministers and workers who made generous speeches about etiquette and law didn't know the emperor's thoughts like the palm of their hands?
It's all a game.

King and minister, minister and minister.Nothing more than a game.

Each has their own ghosts and represents their own interests.