Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 372 The Adventurer
Xin Yi's heart was beating very fast, and he seemed to be stepping on clouds, and his footsteps were a little drifting. Fu Jiuqu's palms were cold and sweatless, which was a pleasant touch in summer, but it was another matter if he was in full view.

The yard is full of acquaintances.

When Xiang Lingliang and Mrs. An saw her tears glistening, Hu Man's expression was cold and he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.

They all looked at Xin Yi, a little happy, a little nervous, and unspeakable worries.

Xin Yi didn't know who he was in their eyes, Miss Zhang or Ayima?
But when they came to meet each other, they saluted her in unison, but no one made a sound, as if it was a tacit silence.

The garden was silent, as it was in memory.

Peppers turned green, corn bearded, tomatoes hung half-red fruit.The running water outside the courtyard is tinkling, the stone trough inside the courtyard is murmuring, and there is a familiar smell in the medicine workshop, but also some unfamiliar smells.

Fu Jiuqu took Xin Yi up to the second floor.

Everyone else stays below.

The furnishings in the room on the second floor have not changed in any way, and are exactly the same as when Xin Yi left. Even the medical books she read on the first day she left are placed on the case, but the room is tidy and tidy, and it can be seen that it has been cleaned regularly.

Fu Jiuqu leaned over and poured tea, stuffing it in her hand.

"How do you feel?"

Xin Yi pressed the teacup to her face, feeling the heat.

"It's spotless, cleaner than my face."

"..."

Fu Jiuqu said with a slight smile in his voice, "Who asked you this?"

"Then what are you asking?" For some reason, Xin Yi was afraid to meet Fu Jiuqu's eyes.

Under the affectionate gaze of the Prince of Guangling, she always threw away her helmet and armor, and almost forgot that she had planned to settle accounts with him before coming here.

A man who will take her words to heart and make a one-of-a-kind tap, what more can't be trusted?

Fu Jiuqu smiled lowly, and suddenly put his arms around her waist.

Xin Yi yelled, the tea in his hand was almost poured out, Fu Jiuqu took it lightly, without spilling half a drop, and put it back on the table.

When Xin Yi was about to speak, he looked down, his black eyes were deep, "I thought you would have something to say to me."

Xin Yi blinked, "What?"

Fu Jiuqu remained silent for a while, staring at her eye to eye.

After a while, nature took the lead.

"Zhou Yiliu was the one who let her enter the palace."

Xin Yi opened his mouth slightly, looked at him in surprise, and teased maliciously in his voice, "Is it to help your uncle prolong your offspring? Then this nephew is also working hard."

"No." Fu Jiuqu said frankly, "To avenge you."

Xin Yi pursed the corners of her lips: "So, what Zhou Yiliu did was ordered by you? The person who wanted to kill Zhang Xueyi was actually you?"

Fu Jiuqu: "I didn't want her to die."

After finishing speaking, he pondered for a while, "She hurt herself."

Looking at his serious face, Xin Yi didn't know what he was thinking, suddenly raised his head on tiptoe, and kissed Fu Jiuqu's cheek, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Can I take this as defending Zhou Yiliu?"

Fu Jiuqu touched his face and looked at her with a smile.

"I said before today."

Before today, Zhang Xue was only sick in bed, and they had no intention of killing.

Compared with the weak toxicity of Mi Tuo, Zhang Xueyi's real cause lies in knots in his heart.

A woman who lives by the favor of the official family has an almost harsh fanaticism about her appearance.She couldn't allow herself to have blemishes on her face, and her anxiety about her appearance grew day by day, reaching its peak after Zhou Yiliu entered the palace.

Worrying about gains and losses brought her not only psychological pain, but also physical devastation.

Zhang Xueyi cared too much about her appearance in Zhao Zhen's eyes, Zhou Yiliu's appearance, age and Zhao Zhen's love for her were all fatal blows to Zhang Xueyi...

The handsome and elegant emperor and the beautiful and charming lady of the [-]th youth, even Zhang Xueyi's nightmares are full of their pitiful appearance of being in pairs and her own face decayed, let alone Zhou Yiliu who is pregnant at this time. Dragon heir.

The erosion of disease is silent.

How can healthy flowers grow in the abyss of pain?

"The imperial doctor said that she didn't have many days to live."

"Does Zhou Yiliu know?"

"I know." Fu Jiuqu said softly.

Seeing Xin Yi smiled, "So, she couldn't wait to poison a person who was about to die, just to frame me."

Fu Jiuqu nodded.

Xin Yi said: "Then I am really honored."

After a short pause, she smiled again, as if she wasn't angry at all, her complexion was gentle, the corners of her eyes even curled up in laughter, her eyes were shining brightly, which rarely showed a bit of cunning.

"Since she is your chazi planted in the palace, why did you help me deal with her last night, even at the expense of yourself, exposing her old background... You are not afraid that she will kill you all, in front of the officials Confidentially?"

"Not afraid."

Xin Yi laughed, "Where does the confidence come from? Because she is sure that her love for you is so deep that she will not betray you?"

Fu Jiuqu looked down at her, with a smile in his black eyes, he suddenly tightened his arms and held her tighter, "You shouldn't doubt me."

"No doubts, just asking for advice."

Xin Yi still spoke softly, as if nothing really cared about her.

Fu Jiuqu felt that this little lady was acting a bit into the drama, and now she was like the real Ayima girl from Dali, even her temper had changed a lot.

He frowned slightly, looking at Xin Yi's heart through her eyes.

"I'm sure she won't betray, because Zhou Yiliu is a smart person. It's true that the officials love Concubine Zhang, but will they want my life for Concubine Zhang? Once Zhou Yiliu tells the story, it will really touch the official. The result is that I may not be in trouble, but she must die."

"Why did she have to die?"

"Those who know too many royal secrets will not end well."

"Why are you not sure that something will happen?"

Fu Jiuqu curled his lips slightly, and paraphrased Xin Yi's words, "Because I am sure that the officials love me..."

tsk tsk!
Xin Yi almost laughed out loud.

"Don't think that I don't know the truth that companionship is like companionship with a tiger... The reasons you said sound reasonable, but they are actually very risky. As far as I know, the Duke of Guangling is not a person who loves adventure."

"Yes." Fu Jiuqu stared at her, "I don't love adventures, but I love adventurers."

Xin Yi was startled, then chuckled.

"The adventurous person, do you mean me?"

"Ask again." Fu Jiuqu smiled slightly, and said calmly: "You want to make dangerous moves, PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, what else can I do except cooperate with you?"

"Well, the county king heard it, and there are complaints."

"No."

"You have."

"Of course, it is possible to take the opportunity to beat Zhou Yiliu."

"Oh~" Xin Yi's voice dragged on, making it clear that he was very dissatisfied with this, "I tried my best to play the role, and almost put my life on the Hall of Huining, in exchange for you beating her?"

"It's unreasonable." Fu Jiuqu squinted at her. There was a kind of indifferent and arrogant dignity in Qingjun's face. His complexion was all over the city, and every word he uttered seemed to have a filter, which made people's hearts burst into joy. .

"She carries the gold medal for avoiding death, and now the Heavenly King Laozi is here, and the officials can't let her sacrificial knife!"

He sighed unhurriedly.

"I, I don't know which little lady it is for."

"Yeah, which little lady are you doing for?"

When Fu Jiuqu saw her bright eyebrows, his heart fluttered, he lowered his head slowly, put his hands on her side, and stared at her narrow smiling face for a moment.

"eleven."

"Ok?"

His voice was in Xin Yi's ears, and his breath was on his cheeks. It was as if a feather had passed over her heart, which made her heart feel like a lightning strike, and she was as psychedelic as a dream.

She couldn't explain why, but every time she got close to Fu Jiuqu, she would feel that intoxicated feeling of blank mind and lost consciousness, which made her often suspect that she had a natural lust for him.

How clumsy!
Xin Yi was struggling with himself, trying to pull himself out of the trap of masculinity, when Fu Jiuqu smiled softly.

"I want to ask you, how many days do I have left?"

(End of this chapter)