Xin Yi coughed lightly.

"What can I do? I'll just take a look at my husband. He must be fair and aboveboard..."

It had been a long time since Fu Jiuqu had seen her look as cute as a little daughter. He was obviously embarrassed, but he pretended to be calm and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in amusement.

"Does it look good?"

Xin Yi gasped, "It's not bad."

Fu Jiuqu walked towards her, his black hair hanging on his half-wet robe.

Following his footsteps, the elegant scent of osmanthus became more and more scorching, and the nasal cavity seemed to be in rebellion, frantically transmitting the scent of hormones to the brain, the blood was screaming strangely, and the ears were burning...

Xin Yi calmed his breathing slightly.

"I'm going to the Ninety-One Drug Store."

"I know." Fu Jiuqu's eyes were smiling, as if he could see through everything. He held her wrist and went back to the room together.

Xin Yi bit her lower lip lightly and was led by him to sit on the Arhat chair by the south window.

The ice basin exudes coolness, and the sun shines on the curtain through the window, outlining the faint light and shadow of the two of them. The cicadas are chirping, the birds are singing, and every sound penetrates into the brain with incomparable clarity. The world suddenly

It becomes gentle, and the whole person feels at peace, without the heat caused by the scorching heat.

"The prince is awesome!"

The silver frost on the bird stand suddenly chirped.

"..."

Fu Jiuqu glanced at it and smiled softly.

"I learned something strange today."

The charm in Xinyi's heart was broken, and the heart-stirring emotions seemed to fall into a basin of ice. She was a little embarrassed for no reason. She was the only one who dared to circle around awkwardly in the ripples. She was attracted by his grace and wanted to steal him.

The clothes were gone, but the man was standing on the shore in a well-dressed and meticulous manner, watching indifferently with a calm expression?

Xin Yi was not happy.

He glanced at Fu Jiuqu coldly.

"What weird case happened in your yamen again?"

"It's not my yamen." Xin Yi closed his eyes slightly, his tone soft but a little mocking.

"It's Kaifeng Mansion."

Xin Yi was slightly surprised.

His attention was diverted, and the anger that had just risen like thunder suddenly subsided inexplicably.

"What's wrong?"

Fu Jiuqu said: "There is a warden in Kaifeng Prefecture. He has been on duty for more than ten years and has never made any mistakes. Suddenly one day, he received a letter saying that he often tortured prisoners when he was in custody. He had committed a prison crime and was about to die.

He was half-convinced and worshiped Gaotao, the God of Hell, morning and night, and was in a panic all day long. A few days later, he got a strange disease, with petal-like bumps growing all over his body. He thought the Hell Demon was coming to claim his life, and he frightened himself crazy.

…”

Prince Guangling knew how to whet people's appetites, and Xin Yi had long forgotten the unpleasantness as he led her away.

"The world believes in ghosts, and everything is arranged to ghosts. What's so weird about this?"

Fu Jiuqu glanced at her.

"The weird one is that the letter he received was from Jianghu spy Bai Xiaosheng."

Xin Yi was stunned, "How could this happen? I haven't been in Jianghu for many years. I should have been forgotten by others. Now Bai Xiaosheng appears. Do you think it is aimed at you, the third division commander who is about to return to Beijing to take up a post?

Is the deputy envoy here?"

Fu Jiuqu laughed, and narrowed his eyes slightly, looking inexplicably sinister.

Then he added: "Second Weirdness, this warden is crazy. He said he was instructed by the God of Prisons to do good deeds and accumulate merit, so he released several death row inmates in the prison."

"..."

Xin Yi looked at him.

"Did you catch it?"

Fu Jiuqu shook his head, "The Kaifeng Mansion is hunting. I'll let Wei Mao keep an eye on this clue about Bai Xiaosheng. When we return to Beijing, we will surely have some clues."

Xin Yi's curiosity was piqued.

"I can't wait to go back to Beijing to meet this Bai Xiaosheng. Real or fake Bai Xiaosheng, it will definitely be a good show..."

Fu Jiuqu smiled lightly and said nothing, and Xin Yi asked him again.

"Has your itinerary been finalized?"

Fu Jiuqu: "Find someone to check the date and set off on the eighth day of May. Time is a bit tight, so ask mother to get ready."

Xin Yi: "Mother has been prepared for a long time. Not to mention setting off on the eighth day of May, she will be able to travel tomorrow."

Fu Jiuqu laughed.

"There are a lot of things going on in the Yamen these days, so I can't take care of things at home. I'm busy, Madam."

Xin Yi stared into his eyes, half-smiling: "It seems that you have cared about it before. But men, it is also possible to say one thing and do another. In the past, no matter how busy Ninth Brother was, not only at home, my wife would always

You can take care of it. Now you can't take care of your family or your wife..."

Fu Jiuqu:……

He stroked Xin Yi's hair, "It seems that Eleven has complained about me. But do you blame me for neglecting you recently?"

"Don't dare." Xin Yi joked: "Who dares to blaspheme such an immortal figure as Guangling County Prince?"

"Eleven..." Fu Jiuqu hesitated to speak. The emotions in his eyes were soft and sticky, as if they were about to be drawn, but there was no explanation.

Xin Yi snorted, turned around and left.

She also has a backbone, so what if the man comes first? If someone wants her, does she have to chase her?

No wonder I heard someone say before that after a couple has been together for a long time, they become the purest friends. Even if they just chat under a quilt, there won't be any ambiguity at all. It seems to be true.

Fu Jiuqu watched her leave and sighed.

"Are you happy?"

The room was empty, and I didn't know who he was talking to. His tone was cold and sounded like he was gritting his teeth.

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A month goes by in a blink of an eye.

Xin Yi and Fu Jiuqu were busy each other these days, and they really became a midnight couple. They couldn't touch each other during the day, and even if they did, they couldn't say a few words. Xin Yi's resentment was suppressed in his heart, and he didn't have a good look towards Fu Jiuqu.

, the couple was actually a little awkward.

Seeing that it was May and the day to return to Beijing was approaching, there was no movement at Jiuyi Pharmacy, so Xin Yi quickly took the time to go there.

There was a lot of traffic in front of the door, and the drug store was still open for business. Xin Yi pressed down the curtain and went in through the side door to find his lover.

"...I feel restless, dizzy, tinnitus, night sweats, thirsty, burning hands and feet, and often constipated..."

Xin Yi was stunned for a moment when he vaguely heard a familiar voice.

She walked over slowly, opened the curtain and looked inside.

The man sitting inside is indeed Duan Sui.

"I heard Cheng Cang say last time that there is a kind of Da Mi Baohe pill in the drug store, which is very good to eat. Dear sister, please bring me a bottle to eat."

The beloved man frowned slightly and looked at him with slight disgust.

In fact, Duan Sui is two years older than my husband. But this guy is smooth-tongued and is very attentive when called "sister", not only to his husband, but also to others.

"This medicine is not suitable for you."

My husband spoke in a scornful yet serious tone, "Your symptoms are like kidney yin deficiency and internal deficiency fire... Instead of buying expensive Dami Baohe pills, it would be better to ask your wife to prescribe you two doses of a tonic and calming prescription."

"

"What does kidney yin deficiency mean? Why is Dami Baohe Pill so expensive and not suitable for me to take?"

Duan Sui stared at her.

"Who do you look down on? Why is Cheng Cang suitable but not me?"

My beloved looked at him sideways, "You are different from Cheng Cang."

"What's the difference?" Duan Sui took out the money bag and slapped it on the table, "I don't take your pills for free. I buy the medicine and pay for it. Why can't I do it? Is it because Cheng Cang looks better?

Bar?"

The beloved squints his eyes.

She and Xiang Ling have different aesthetics.

Cheng Cang has thick eyebrows, big eyes and a serious smile. He has a more masculine temperament and looks dependable, which is in line with the appetite of a Xiangling girl. But in terms of handsomeness, Duan Sui is better.
To be continued...