Bianjing little doctor

It snowed all day and all night, the mist was dense, and it was so cold that it turned into frost.

Zhou Yiliu came in style, the clothes on her body were a little higher on the waistline, making her look curvaceous, but she looked a little thin in this weather.

Sun Huai looked up at her and lowered his eyelids.

"Eunuch Sun, did the king of the county send guard Duan to pass me on, saying that he wants to see me?"

Zhou Yiliu's voice was cautious, full of uncertainty, it looked like a flower blooming on the edge of a cliff, shy in the mountain wind.

Sun Huai raised her eyebrows and responded with a smile: "Look at what Miss Zhou said? If you don't open your mouth, how dare we talk nonsense? My lady, please, my master is waiting for you inside."

Zhou Yiliu's footsteps were faltering and hesitant.

Sun Huai opened the curtain for her, "Master, Mrs. Zhou is here."

Fu Jiuqu sat by the wooden window, motionless like an old monk in meditation. He turned his head when he heard Zhou Yiliu's footsteps, glanced coldly, and then laughed.

"Take off your coat."

Sun Huai was stunned.

Zhou Yiliu's complexion also changed, she turned her head to look at Sun Huai, her cheeks suddenly turned red.

"The king of the county..."

Fu Jiuqu looked her up and down, "Not everyone looks good in clothes like her, but you deserve it too?"

Zhou Yiliu's pretty face turned from red to white, and the color faded immediately.

This dress was made by Zhou Yiliu Xin, and he was supposed to wear it for him in autumn, but he didn't see anyone.

When making clothes, she took some care and found the tailor shop where Xin Yi made the clothes. The style was the design that Xin Yi had confessed to the master, and the color matching and fabrics were also the same as Xin Yi's habits.

Compared with the elegant dresses of Song girls, Xin Yi's clothes are always bright and bold, but the style is more concise, which is convenient for women to do things. Zhou Yiliu tried it once, and had to admit that Miss Zhang's improved clothes were very comfortable.

She thought that Fu Jiuqu would like it, so she put on it specially after enduring the cold when she came to Quge today.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he was humiliated...

"Junwang." Zhou Yiliu crossed his arms and lowered his head, "The servant girl's clothes are thin and cold."

Fu Jiuqu smiled, and the soft voice was like a spring breeze blowing on his face, more like a soft knife gouging out flesh, without a sound.

"Then go back and get dressed and come back."

Zhou Yiliu's heart trembled, her body froze, her fingers silently clenched.

In the years she has known Fu Jiuqu, the Duke of Guangling has never liked her, but because she is close to the eldest princess, Fu Jiuqu is usually estranged and polite to her, and never insults her so bluntly... …

Moreover, Linqu Pavilion seems to be different from before.

Zhou Yiliu remembered that the first time she came to Qu Pavilion, the biggest feeling was comfort.

From the cloister to the hall, the aroma is lingering and the flowers are clustered.The king of the county is not a romantic man, but he is full of romantic elegance, which made her heart flutter when she saw it, and wished she could live here forever and be with her lover...

Today's Linqu Pavilion also incenses and grows flowers, but the fragrance is so strong that it makes her dizzy. The pale man in front of her has an unattainable beauty and a layer of unfathomable hatred, which makes her at a loss what to do.

Zhou Yiliu burst into tears almost instantly.

But she didn't go back. Instead, she took off her coat with trembling hands, and stood shiveringly in front of Fu Jiuqu in only a moon-white coat, with a miserable appearance full of pear blossoms and rain.

"Your Majesty, the maid has taken off."

Fu Jiuqu looked on indifferently, and raised his fingers.

Sun Huai sighed secretly, shook his head and stepped back, closing the door.

Zhou Yiliu swallowed nervously, looked at Fu Jiuqu's cold appearance, guessed his thoughts, and the fire in his heart was burning again...

Fu Jiu Quguan has been in Linqu Pavilion for nearly a year.

It is unavoidable for a man to have desires. No matter how close he is to women, he is still a man in his twenties. If he doesn't wait to see her, Zhou Yiliu, it will not change the fact that she is a beautiful woman...

Could it be that the county king asked her to come to sleep?
Zhou Yiliu's heart was beating wildly, and at the moment Sun Huai closed the door, he couldn't help but walked slowly towards Fu Jiuqu, and said in a jiffy:

"No matter what Jiuye wants, the maid is willing to give it to you."

"Really?" Fu Jiuqu smiled lightly, narrowing his eyes at Zhou Yiliu.

There was a heater in the room, Zhou Yiliu didn't shiver from the cold, but he couldn't stop trembling in his eyes as if looking at the goods, and his jaw was knocking.

"Yes... the servant girl is willing to do anything for the county king."

"Very good." There was a hint of a smile in Fu Jiuqu's cold voice, but his face remained motionless, so cold that there was no trace of a smile on his face.

"see this."

Zhou Yiliu was stunned.

Fu Jiuqu's fingers are very beautiful. It is said that the beauty lies in the bone but not in the skin. This is the most slender and well-proportioned man's hand that Zhou Yiliu has ever seen. The emerald green fingers on the knuckles are bright red, against the background of his fair skin. , even more charming...

Zhou Yiliu followed the knuckles fascinatedly, and finally caught sight of the cold golden note that Fu Jiuqu put on the table.

A golden doll is drawn on the cold gold paper.

"Have you seen it?" Fu Jiuqu's voice was cold and superior.

Zhou Yiliu stared blankly at the golden baby, not daring to raise his head, not daring to face Fu Jiuqu's knife-like gaze.

"Don't lie. The king is not ignorant of the little tricks you guys are doing behind the scenes."

Fu Jiuqu stood up lazily, and walked gracefully in front of Zhou Yiliu. He had long hair and was dressed in white, like an orchid on a rock in Qushui.

"As long as there is a false word, I will cut off one of your fingers. If there is a false sentence, then you don't need your tongue."

"Jun, the king of the county..."

Zhou Yiliu lowered his eyes, "Servant, maid..."

"My patience is limited." Fu Jiuqu sat lazily on the recliner by the fire, like a lazy cat, with a cold look of impatience in his slightly narrowed eyes.

"Do you really think you can hide it? Nong Zhigao is not dead, he is still alive."

Zhou Yiliu held the hem of her clothes with her fingers, and shook her head nervously, "My servant has seen the little golden doll, but I don't know about Nong Zhigao..."

Fu Jiuqu snorted, "Didn't Zhang Xun tell you that he colluded with Nong Zhigao to kill Dali's son, and then used the golden baby as a proof to gain the trust of the officials and get promoted?"

Zhou Yiliu couldn't stop trembling.

"Prince, maidservant... really don't know about this."

Fu Jiuqu half-closed his eyes, "Then tell me the story of the golden baby."

Zhou Yiliu bit her lower lip and wanted to shake her head, but when she met Fu Jiuqu's cold eyes, she swallowed her words.

"I saw that golden doll on Mrs. Zhang..."

"I didn't ask you this." Fu Jiuqu's indifferent face suddenly became hostile.

Zhou Yiliu could clearly feel the influence of the word "Ms. Zhang" on Fu Jiuqu, her heart felt sour, and her eyelids drooped slightly.

"The maidservant has seen that golden doll at... my sister's place before."

Fu Jiuqu raised his head and motioned for her to continue.

The window was open, and a gust of cold wind blew in, Zhou Yiliu's body shook again.

She surrounded herself, and her voice added a trace of resentment.

"My sister was pregnant before she married Zhang Xun. The golden doll was a token left by the father of Yi Nian and Er Nian. He said that he was a silk merchant from Xijing. He fell in love with my sister at first sight and wanted to marry her The horoscope... However, my sister waited for him for a long time, and that person didn't come again. My sister has a letter in her stomach, and I can't wait any longer... It just so happens that Zhang Duyuhou also has a deep-rooted love for her sister, so my sister has no choice but to... …to marry someone else’s wife.”

Fu Jiuqu: "I don't like listening to nonsense."

Zhou Yiliu bit her lower lip, "That little golden doll was originally on Mrs. Zhang's body. I saw it when I was in Yuezhou... For some reason, Zhang Xun took it back and said he would dedicate it to the nobleman..."