Bianjing little doctor

"I'm not wronged?" Cao Yi smiled lowly, with an inexplicably lonely expression, "I've clearly suffered for you. The good things are all yours, and the bad things are all mine..."

Fu Jiuqu took a deep look at him, lifted the end of his eyes, and smiled meaningfully.

"Since the palace gate is locked, why is Fukang missing?"

Cao Yi sighed, "The officials have interrogated, and it was a few court ladies colluding to hide the princess. Before the key was released, he had already gone out, and he changed into the clothes of Xiaohuangmen..."

After finishing speaking, he glanced lightly at Fu Jiuqu.

"If you go to see the official family right now, you will have to suffer a meal."

The person in charge of guarding the palace gate is the Imperial City Secretary.

Cao Yi smiled wryly, "I advise you, don't feel uncomfortable looking for it, it's better to go to someone immediately and bring the eldest princess back so you can do business."

While Cao Yi was speaking, Fu Jiuqu did not move and listened patiently.

Cao Yi felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird, and was about to ask, but saw Fu Jiuqu tightening his waist knife, turning around and striding away.

"Heavy building?!"

Cao Yi wanted to call, but the man had disappeared.

He put his hands down and thought for a moment, "Tabloid? What tabloid?"

 …

The morning market next to Daxiangguo Temple is very lively.

The vendors who get up early to buy and sell, the ox carts, donkey carts, and burdens are arranged in an orderly manner.

There is a hint of excited discussion mixed in today's cries.

"Tabloids, tabloids!"

"Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows everything about the world."

"News! Big news!"

Therefore, it is hidden and called news.The tabloids contain all the stories of the ruling and opposition parties, and all kinds of news emerge in endlessly. There are so many insider detectives, provincial detectives, and government detectives, etc., who are privately disseminated in the tabloids. Buy a tabloid and read it for pleasure.Wealthy people, even all year round, do not miss every day.

But who is "Jianghu Baixiaosheng"?

"Buy a tabloid and read it."

"Princess Fukang Fan Lou is in danger, and the privy priests sacrificed their lives to save them!"

"Heroes and beauties are a good story on their own..."

……

The Maxing Street outside the Donghua Gate is shrouded in a layer of rain and fog, and the Wuzhang River is sparkling.

Xin Yi was lying in the bathtub by the window on the second floor, fumigated with eyes closed in the mist of hot water.

Living in the post house is far less comfortable than her small building.

Medicinal bath aromatherapy, everything you expect.

The beloved waited on the side, Xiangling called Cheng Yaojin to eat in the yard, Mrs. An opened the door of the medicine shop to welcome the guests, Zhou Daozi hummed a little scripture, and came in with a teapot to talk to Dr. Ge.

All this was so familiar that she sighed.

"It's really comfortable."

The beloved took a ladle to add hot water to her bucket, smiling, his face flushed with warmth, much fairer than when Xin Yi first met her.

"Girls come here often if they like it. There is everything here, ready-made."

Xin Yi sat lazily on the small stool in the barrel with his arms outstretched.

"Okay."

After a pause, she opened her eyes.

"What's the sound outside?"

The beloved stopped scooping water, listened for a moment, and said with a smile, "It's the craftsmen who have come. Ma Xing Street is under construction, and the stone trough waterway needs to be rebuilt as a whole, so that water can be brought in..."

Well.Isn't it the water supply project?

Xin Yi was heartfelt, feeling happy that he had done a good deed, "I didn't expect the promotion to be so fast."

Liang Ren said: "It was reported in the mansion newspaper that the King of Guangling County personally went to talk to Da Sikong. Da Sikong was very impressed and asked a craftsman to review the drawings. The whole city will be constructed soon..."

Da Sikong refers to the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, who is in charge of farming, water conservancy, civil engineering, engineering, transportation, and government-run industries across the country. Since this irrigation and drinking water project has the support of the Ministry of Industry, it is really the gospel of the people.

The more Xin Yi thought about it, the more he felt that the king of Guangling County was wise and powerful.

"I don't know if he will come today..."

The beloved laughed lightly, "Is the girl talking about the king of the county?"

Xin Yi raised his eyes, his eyes were foggy, "Yes."

The beloved looked down at her, with a narrow smile, "The king of the county usually rarely comes here, but the girl may not be here..."

"Girl, girl!" Xingyuan came up the corridor with a thud.

Just now, Xin Yi left Taoyu downstairs, planted vegetables with green calyx and red beans, and specially sent Xingyuan to Guangji Bridge to buy orange cakes...in fact, he sent her out to find out news.

Hearing Xing Yuan's voice, Xin Yi sat up straight suddenly.

"what happened?"

Xingyuan glanced at her beloved, saw Xin Yi nodding, and then whispered: "The eldest princess left the palace privately last night and didn't return all night."

Xin Yi's hand holding the edge of the bucket stiffened slightly.

The gear of fate is so miraculous, is it really impossible to turn it?
"Has the county king gone to look for it?"

Xingyuan nodded, "Go."

Xin Yi suppressed the anger and blood that floated up in his heart, calmed down and carefully thought about things related to Zhang Xun and the princess...

"Oh, and this." Xingyuan looked at her beloved again worriedly, and slowly handed Xin Yi a tabloid she bought on the street.

"Look, girl."

Small newspapers are thin, not as refined as Dibao and Chaobao, but they occupy a large proportion of pages, and all kinds of news are filled with pages, and even have been published about attracting celebrities and buying and selling.

Xin Yi skipped them one by one.

In the most prominent position on the front, I saw the news of "Jianghu Baixiaosheng".

The tabloids first made Bai Xiaosheng a myth, and then pushed all kinds of speculation about the princess Fan Lou's distress and the Fan Lou case to Bai Xiaosheng.

"Oh, good time."

Xin Yi never underestimates his opponents.

But I have to say that this opponent is very powerful.

The identity of Jianghu secret agent Bai Xiaosheng was one of the plans she discussed with Fu Jiuqu.

After all, they are in the open, but the enemy is in the dark, which is very disadvantageous.Bai Xiaosheng's mysterious existence can not only put pressure on the opponent, but also divert attention. She believes that the two things about Cao Yilan and Zhang Xun are enough to attract the opponent's attention.

Passing the news to the tabloids, apart from revealing the matter about the eldest princess and Zhang Xun and blaming Bai Xiaosheng, also meant to force Bai Xiaosheng's real body...

That being the case, let's go with the flow.

"Apricot balls..."

"girl."

"Think of a way to let the small newspaper peddlers go, and say that there are hundreds of young people in the world, who know everything about the world, and have thousands of worries on their minds, so you can come and ask them."

Xingyuan's eyes light up slightly, "Where do you come to ask?"

Xin Yi slightly raised one corner of his lips, and there was a kind of laziness in his expression, "Bianjing City, Bianhebei. Xiangguo Temple, in the Buddhist temple. Under the banyan tree, in the Buddhist niche. The silver has arrived, and the news has arrived."

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At Maoshi, the fog did not dissipate.

On the Bian River, boats and boats come and go, sailboats are facing the wind, and there is an endless stream of water transportation.

The Fugui tea house near the bank has a shed on the wooden bank, the breeze is blowing, the willow silk is swaying lightly, and the white mist rises from the river surface, and the surrounding is silent.

A row of small wooden benches is placed on the wooden bank, and fishermen in twos and threes, wearing bamboo hats and coir raincoats, are fishing by the river in the morning mist.

Two men were sitting under the wooden bank, their bamboo hats were covered with a layer of green veil, their faces were hidden in it, they couldn't see clearly.

"Where is the fish I want?"

"Little fish came to my net bag by itself, it's unreasonable not to catch it, let it go."

"Don't touch her! That's mine."

"I'm not interested in small fish. Brother knows, I've always loved the plumpness of big fish."

"Then where did you hide my little fish..."

"Don't worry, I'll keep it. As long as I can attract big fish, I won't hurt her life, and it's okay to give it to brother..."

"..."

silence.

In the early morning after the rain, the fog on the river was so thick that it seemed impossible to dissipate.

Not far away, an old fisherman caught a foot-long red fish. He laughed loudly, and everyone went to watch.

The two stood still.

"Your enemy is the entire Great Song Dynasty. Killing one or two will relieve your hatred?"

"No. But as long as you have fun, why not kill one or two?"

"Ten brewed in Fan Lou's wine jar, isn't that enough?"

"That's because I'm helping you keep a secret. Otherwise, the Secretary of the Imperial City would have found out about them long ago. By then, if you want to eat fish again, I'm afraid you will be stuck in the throat by a fishbone, right?"

The man's hoarse voice rustled and laughed.

"Brother, instead of coming to me to settle accounts, why not think about it, how can you thank me?"

"..."

After a silence.

A low sigh came with the wind.

"If you want to take revenge, there is obviously a better way. Why lose a big profit for a small profit?"

"Dali?"

"Wait until the prince is born, isn't it good?"

The man's eyes were piercing, and when he saw the other party staring at him, he laughed and reached for the fish bag.

"Enough words, give me back my fish..."

"..."

When the man wanted to speak again, a whistle came from the wooden shore.

"It's windy, let's go back!"

"..."

Let go of the fish pocket, and the two of them looked back.

After a while, I saw a tall, burly man dressed as a farmer in cloth clothes and a straw hat, walking down the stone steps on the wooden bank, holding fishing gear in his hand.

If it wasn't Di Qing, the vice minister and privy envoy, who else?