Xin Yi's legs were weak, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, his cheeks seemed to have been burned by fire, and he was panting for a long time before calming down.

She didn't dare to look at Fu Jiuqu's eyes, the deep pampering hidden in them was like an open Pandora's box, full of lingering temptations......

She was afraid that she would eventually surrender to his doting gaze, disarm and surrender, forget what she had just said, and sink into the corner of the study.

"Ninth Brother."

She nudged it lightly and looked at Fu Jiuqu with disgust.

"Don't waste the ejiao that people have stewed so hard."

Fu Jiuqu understood, smiled and helped her sit down, "Anyway, what are you looking for me?"

He asked with a gentle smile, but it caused Xin Yi's dissatisfaction, "Can't I just take care of your body?"

Fu Jiuqu snorted, "If you have nothing to do, you will go to the Three Treasures Palace."

"Oh, you're a ......" Xin Yi smiled and looked at him for a moment, then stretched out his hand towards him, "Bai Xiaosheng is back in the rivers and lakes, and I hope that Fu Daxia will raise his noble hand and return my things to me, right?"

Fu Jiuqu smiled and squeezed her little hand and shook it into the palm of his hand.

"Come."

The letters were all placed in a box on the wooden shelf on the left side of the study, neatly arranged, Xin Yi had not read them for a long time, and had accumulated a lot, but the seals had not been opened.

Xin Yi sat opposite Fu Jiuqu with great interest and read the letter.

Fu Jiuqu glanced at her, went out and whispered a few words to Cheng Cang, and then returned to the bookcase.

The two gossiped and did their own thing.

After a while, Sun Huai led two girls in, brought hot tea and fruit snacks, and smiled diligently.

"Master, the little one is outside, you can tell me something."

"Well, let's go down." Fu Jiuqu didn't look up.

Sun Huai glanced at the two girls, glanced enviously at the affectionate appearance of the two masters, and slowly withdrew from the study, and couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart.

"It's interesting." Xin Yi said suddenly.

It was an ordinary envelope, but the paper used was abnormal, and it was the famous Biyun Haruki.

This kind of paper is never available to ordinary people. Obviously, the person who wrote the letter was in a hurry and anxious, and did not have time to find an ordinary piece of paper to conceal his identity.

Fu Jiuqu sat beside her, shoved a piece of rose shortbread into his mouth, and said softly, "What is written?"

Xin Yi gently bit the corner of the rose shortbread, glanced at him, and pushed the Biyun Spring Tree Note in his hand in front of Fu Jiuqu: "Look."

"It seems that Mr. Bai is very trusted." Fu Jiuqu slowly and methodically picked up the teacup, took a sip, and lowered his gaze.

The paper reads: "Thanks to Mr. Bai's guidance, I recently gave birth to a daughter, but my body is thin and not easy to raise, and many doctors have been invited by the government but have not improved, please recommend a doctor, my daughter is cured, and I will be grateful."

Fu Jiuqu said, "I'm afraid the little princess won't be able to feed her."

The children in the palace are not easy to raise, and the children in Zhao Zhen's palace are especially difficult to raise.

Many princesses had died before this, and Xin Yi didn't expect that this little princess would also follow the old path.

Xin Yi took Fu Jiuqu's hand and took another bite of the rose shortbread: "The child is innocent."

Fu Jiuqu was stunned: "You want to help her?"

Xin Yi blinked, "I'm the husband who helped me."

"I'm not a good man, lady."

Xin Yi glanced at him: "Just to brush up on your uncle's favor." Or for the children who come after us, to accumulate yin virtue."

Fu Jiuqu likes to listen to the words "our child", and no longer says anything, putting paper, pen and ink in front of her.

"Mr. Bai, please."

"Thank you, King Jun, for adding fragrance to your red sleeves."

「……」

Xin Yi wrote when he mentioned Wolf Hao.

"Ask the national hand in the apricot blossom forest, and look for Xinyi on the bank of the Wuzhang River."

Fourteen characters are sprinkled with flowers, and they are neatly and dignifiedly written.

Fu Jiuqu let out a low chuckle, "Eleven is really not modest."

Nowadays, people are humble gentlemen, and the average old lady doctor does not dare to compare himself to the national hand of Xinglin, but Xin Yi does not blush.

"What's that? If you don't raise your value, how can the fish take the bait?"

Fu Jiuqu took a sip of hot tea and said lightly, "I thought you were sincere in saving people."

Xin Yi said, "Fishing doesn't mean it's insincere."

Fu Jiuqu's eyes twitched, "If you really cure the little princess, the official family will be grateful to you."

Nothing is rare.

The dignified king of a country, desolate on his knees, hoping that the children are about to look forward to the demons in their hearts.

She snorted, "What about being grateful to me, and still refusing to let me go?"

Before Fu Jiuqu could speak, he saw her eyes swept faintly, as if she was smiling.

"Didn't they force you to divorce your wife today?"

Fu Jiuqu's brows sank slightly, and he wanted to feed her rose shortbread again, Xin Yi hurriedly didn't start, "Don't, I'll get tired of eating a piece."

"Nope." Fu Jiuqu put down the shortbread, wiped his hands with the warm handkerchief in the tray, and said lightly: "The court has complicated personnel, and there are friends with each other, and there are constant open and secret fights. I'll sit on the mountain and watch the play."

Xin Yi laughed, "But if you don't form a party with others, and you have always acted harshly and ruthlessly, then you are their common enemy."

"So what?"

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend." Xin Yi said lazily: "Don't look at their usual life-and-death fights in the court, arguing with each other, and no one will let anyone, but when it comes to your affairs, a consensus will be formed immediately."

Fu Jiuqu raised his eyes, looked at her in surprise, and chuckled.

"Little Eleven. It's a pity that you don't become an official."

Xinyi: ......

The common sense of nine-year compulsory education that she thought was known to everyone, but among today's women, she is outstanding, which impresses Fu Jiuqu.

"So, I guessed it?"

Xin Yi climbed on his shoulder and asked softly, "They embarrassed you like that, why didn't you leave me?"

Fu Jiuqu sneered and hugged the person over with a smile.

"Who got me on the little vixen's thief ship?"

"Whom?" Xin Yi glared at him with a smile, "What kind of system!"

Fu Jiuqu: ......

The two of them stayed in the study until the second watch before going back.

Although there is nothing particularly relevant in those "Bai Xiaosheng's letters", except for Zhou Yiliu's letters, the entire "Bianjing Fu" is like a net, and these branches and small things are the branches and details that are strung together into a huge network, which can prove many things from the side, and connect them together, so that Xin Yi has a further understanding and understanding of the development of the overall plot.

For example, a person said that his lady got up in the middle of the night and hit a ghost. The ghost's white clothes fluttered, as if he would fly off the eaves and walls, flew over the roof, and disappeared into the courtyard of Liu's house in Yulin Lane. The next day, he heard his wife talk about it, and asked side-by-side if the Liu family had seen it last night, but no one knew about it.

This person wanted to ask Bai Xiaosheng for advice, whether there was a way to solve the ghost, his lady had just become pregnant, and she was so frightened that she couldn't sleep.

For another example, the night before the Daxiangguo Temple turned into a ghost mother, there was a thunderstorm, and there was a drunkard who came home from the rain in the middle of the night, and saw a hundred ghosts walking at night in Chunxu Lane - a black burqa, without a head and face, as high as eight feet, walking silently in the rain, and soon drifting away in the clouds......

When people believe in ghosts and gods, they will have strange associations when they see abnormalities, especially in the days when the lonely monk said that "the ghost mother is a monster", the people in Beijing were even more panicked.

Of course, Xin Yi doesn't believe in ghosts.

The Liu family in Yulin Lane is Sun Yuzhi's cousin.

The night walk of the hundred ghosts in Chunxu Lane, it is difficult to say whether it has anything to do with Zhang Xun, and the incident happened on the night of the accident in Daxiangguo Temple, which is too coincidental.

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