Xin Yi was about to go to the counter to get some water, but when he heard this, his hands trembled and the cup almost fell to the ground.

Fu Jiuqu looked at her sideways, "What's wrong?"

Xin Yi sat down and did not continue to get water, but the green and shiny water cup "grew legs" and walked to him.

"Thank you." Xin Yi winked at Fu Jiuqu, took a sip and handed it back to him.

The movements were so smooth and natural that she didn't even think about whether Prince Guangling was the one who would serve tea and water...

Fu Jiuqu looked at her deeply, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and lowered them.

Xin Yi said: "Have I ever told you about my cooperation with Mrs. Li of the rouge shop? I will take part of the rouge I made and sell it on consignment in her shop."

Fu Jiuqu hummed, "No."

Xin Yi said: "Aunt Li's husband's surname is Deng. She is the proprietress of Deng's Rouge Shop..."

Fu Jiuqu was not surprised, not even surprised. He said calmly and calmly: "The Kaifeng Mansion is still investigating this matter, and there is no conclusion yet... I just thought about the poisoning on the day I traveled to Yuan. It seemed that I had this symptom. You once said

It’s metal poisoning…”

Xin Yi was stunned, "Those who used the ointment were also poisoned by metal?"

Fu Jiuqu said calmly: "That's not true. The cause of the disease is currently unknown, and Kaifeng Mansion is investigating..."

Most of the affairs in Bianjing City are handled by Kaifeng Mansion.

The fundamental reason that attracted Fu Jiuqu's attention...

First, the situation is similar to Zhang Xun’s.

The second is that Xinyi has a contract with Deng's Rouge Shop.

"Tell me, could someone deliberately mess with me?"

Xin Yi rolled his eyes and his gaze fell on Fu Jiuqu's face.

"Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? It happened to happen to me?"

Fu Jiuqu said: "You don't have to worry. I'll wait until I find the patient and let you take a look."

"Would Kaifeng Mansion mind?"

After all, it was a case handled by the Kaifeng Palace, and the Imperial City Department intervened hastily, and Xin Yi was afraid of causing conflicts.

Fu Jiuqu didn't take it seriously and smiled softly, "The mountain man has his own clever plan."

The two looked at each other and suddenly fell silent.

A gust of wind blew in through the open window, carrying a slight drop of rain, making it a little cool.

Xin Yi stood up and went to close the window, "It's going to rain. Can you stay for dinner tonight?"

In the past, Zhang Xun had not "resurrected from the dead". Fu Jiuqu often ate in the drug store, would come over after work, and left late at night, as if he regarded Xinyi as his home...

But things are different now.

As long as Zhang Youyou has been here, he has been absent from the Xinyi family's dinner table.

"No." After seemingly hesitating for a century, Fu Jiuqu sighed, looking at Xin Yi with an indescribable helplessness in his eyes.

"It would be embarrassing to let Xingyuan know."

Xin Yi closed the window tightly, drew the curtains, and waited for a while before looking back at him.

"As long as we are together, he will always know. I don't like being secretive, and I don't like this feeling of being shady. Do you want to keep waiting?"

Fu Jiuqu's eyes moved slightly, "No."

Xin Yi tilted her head and looked at him with a half-smile, "I see you look a little guilty?" She walked over slowly, held in her breath, sat in front of Fu Jiuqu, and hummed again.

"You don't want to wait for him to take the initiative to make peace with you, do you? Or do you mean... Prince Guangling really wants to condescend to you and become my concubine?"

Fu Jiuqu glanced at her.

"I'll find a way."

Xin Yi snorted disapprovingly, "You said you would talk to him after he settled down and the matter of the Crown Prince of Dali was settled. Now that he has been reinstated and received a reward, he has settled down, right? That female Crown Prince of Dali is now

My son also came to me and asked me to give Zhang Xun to her... I think she is fine, right? Is it settled?"

Fu Jiuqu: "She's looking for you?"

Xin Yi: "Answer me first."

Seeing her serious look, Fu Jiuqu chuckled, picked up her hand, held it in his palm with a sigh, and squeezed it gently.

"Isn't this being resolved?"

"What's wrong?" Xin Yi looked over and twitched his hand.

Fu Jiuqu pondered for a moment, his tone cold and indifferent, "Zhenla's envoy Bianhe was in danger, and his boat sank to the bottom of the river. The prince of Dali, Bianhe, was assassinated. If the Imperial City Secretary hadn't gone quickly and had traveled far away to fight for his life, it would have been a serious crime.

What a blessing..."

Xin Yi said: "Is it Zhang Lu again?"

Fu Jiuqu didn't say anything, and Xin Yi started to curse.

"Let me just say that if the roots of the grass are not removed, the spring breeze will blow and it will grow again. If the cause of the disaster is not eliminated, there will be future troubles. If it is really Zhang Lu, I wonder what the officials should think?"

Fu Jiuqu frowned, "Although the officials said they did not kill Zhang Lu and let him go home, they are guarded by the imperial army and are not allowed to see guests or go out..."

"What's the use of this?" Xin Yi suddenly felt that the ancients were actually very naive, and their minds didn't seem to have as many twists and turns as modern people.

"As long as you are willing, let alone restricting going out, you can lock him in the house or dig a tunnel to get out. Do you believe it?"

Fu Jiuqu's expression was slightly stern.

Just at this moment, Sun Huai came in, coughed slightly, reported to Fu Jiuqu for an hour, and then said: "Sir, it's time to go back home."

This is Fu Jiuqu's explanation to Sun Huai.

He was afraid that he would be too happy to miss Shu and would be reluctant to go back after he came, so he specifically asked Sun Huai to remind him that Sun Huai fulfilled his duties every day, but he did not expect that today, before he could close his mouth, he would get a cold look.

"Why are you panicking?" Fu Jiuqu glanced at Xin Yi's cold face and said, "I'll leave after dinner."

Xin Yi looked at him speechlessly, "Aren't you saying I won't eat? Aren't you saying it's inconvenient?"

Fu Jiuqu smiled slightly: "It's hard to refuse such kindness."

"Humph!" Xin Yi glanced at him, "I'm not welcoming you anymore."

"It's unreasonable for the little lady to be so angry..." Fu Jiuqu coaxed her with a soft tone, which made Sun Huai couldn't bear to look at her: "I have had a bad appetite these days, and I miss the radish pickled by the lady very much..."

Xin Yi runs a medicine shop and is usually very busy, so he doesn't have much time to delve into the dishes. Most of them are simple and convenient home-cooked dishes.

However, in order to improve the food, Xin Yi made many of his favorite side dishes based on the taste in his memory. These things were nothing in later generations. Back in Bianjing City in the Northern Song Dynasty, they were unique and novel, and only this one.

The pickled radish Fu Jiuqu mentioned was grown in Xin Yi's own garden. I don't know if it is a psychological effect. After passing through Xin Yi's hands, ordinary radish is no longer an ordinary radish, but becomes crispy and delicious. Fu Jiuqu

It can eat two bowls of rice...

The magical thing about Xin Yi is that the longer Fu Jiuqu spends time with her and the more he sees her, the more he likes her in his heart. In fact, he no longer regards her as Zhang Xun's ugly wife - Mrs. Zhang who will fight to the death for Zhang Xun.

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In consciousness, they are two people, but they have the same identity.
Chapter completed!