As soon as September came out, Chongyang was close in a blink of an eye.

There is never a shortage of new things and no lack of fun in Bianjing.

The matter of Zhou Niangzi's seclusion in the cold palace and the imprisonment of Master Zhang was very lively in Bianjing for a few days.

The people talked about it with relish, and talked about it as a joke, and the story was more exciting than the real story, but the old foxes in the court were secretive about it.

Lord Xiao was deposed and returned to his hometown, but fortunately there was no precedent for the Great Song Dynasty to kill a doctor, and he was able to save a life, but it didn't have to be a blood splash of five steps to be scary. Seeing the smiling face of the Zhao Guanjia every day when they went to court, the courtiers automatically filled the atmosphere of terror.

Especially the group of people who had a good personal relationship with Lord Xiao and Zhang Xun before, for fear of being affected by them, were silent, but those few officials who had always been open-mouthed probably approved of the behavior of the Zhao official family in private, and did not say anything about it.

The rumored speculation was quickly replaced by the joy of the golden chrysanthemum in the city.

Hibiscus chrysanthemum is fragrant.

Chongyang is a very grand solar term in the current dynasty, comparable to the Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and New Year's Festival.

Before the solar term arrived, the people prepared early.

On the sixth day of the ninth month, Xin Yi got up early in the morning and took Sannian and two girls to the medicine shop, and found that from the gate to the courtyard, there were already all kinds of chrysanthemums, and the number was so large that they could almost bloom.

On the sense of ritual and the festive atmosphere, the ancients still have to be.

Appreciating chrysanthemums, planting dogwoods, climbing to feast and drink, and fasting in Zen temples are the highlights of the Double Ninth Festival.

An Niangzi, Xiang Ling, and the lover are cutting colorful silk in the courtyard, and then making it into the shape of a dogwood, and giving it away on the day of Chongyang and inserting it on their heads.

Several girls were smiling, while dividing their labor, they were discussing how to spend Chongjiu's day, and when they saw Xin Yi coming in, they got up one after another and greeted him with a smile.

"Say hello to the princess."

Xin Yi smiled, "What's polite with me?"

The women burst into laughter again.

She looked left and right, "Where's Mr. Zhou?"

An Niangzi pointed in the direction of the side courtyard, "The chrysanthemum wine brewed on the day of Chongjiu last year, Mr. Zhou asked Qi to come out of a jar, saying that he wanted to taste it, and he would take it out for the banquet on the day of Chongjiu."

Xin Yi nodded, asked Sannian to go to Zhen'er to play, left Xingyuan and Taoyu to cut colored silk, and then went to find Zhou Daozi alone.

Two days ago, Kaifeng Mansion removed the seal of the pharmacy, but Xin Yi did not let them open for business, and only posted a notice out, saying that the pharmacy would take the opportunity to inventory and repair, and it would not open for business for half a month.

At the same time, all the guys in the store were given paid leave and were not allowed to work in the pharmacy.

Privately, she left a few cronies and began to prepare for the operation.

Except for Zhou Daozi, no one else knew about the operation.

They are immersed in the joy of the coming of the heavy nine and not having to go to work, while Xin Yi is inexplicably nervous about the new round of challenges.

I'm afraid to do it, I have to do it.

The day of the operation was set by Fu Jiuqu - the ninth day of September.

He said that he would accompany Xin Yi for the Double Ninth Festival first. Moreover, nine is the number of yang in the Book of Changes, "ninety-nine" two yangs are heavy, the sun and the moon are nine, ninety-nine is true, the beginning of one yuan, Taoism believes that the heavy nine days of clear qi rise, turbidity sinks, is an auspicious day.

Xin Yi relied on him, but in fact, he was lucky in his heart.

At this time, Fu Jiuqu has not been ill for a long time, just like a nobody, occasional headaches, just take two pills, if he does not get sick on the ninth day of the ninth month of September, does it mean that the death curse set by the plot has been broken?

She knew that Fu Jiuqu was afraid of surgery.

"Disembowelment" was a taboo for the ancients.

Xin Yi is naturally afraid, but as a last resort, he must do it to survive.

She had very little experience in surgery, and even though she went back last time to make up for a ten-day patent foramen ovale, she was still a little nervous because the person who operated on it was Fu Jiuqu.

Fu Jiuqu was very calm, and in turn comforted her.

If you can't comfort her, you kiss her, and you don't have enough sex

Death pesters her.

Since the day Zhang Xun was imprisoned, Fu Jiuqu no longer went out with Cai Qi to mess around, and the little marquis found the house and sat on the cold bench.

Fu Jiuqu spent all his time with his mother and Xin Yi, playing chess and throwing pots, stroking the qin, playing cats and learning characters, and even accompanying her and the eldest princess to take Sun Huai to play leaf cards......

Of course, what he is most obsessed with is the little things in the room, like a child who is greedy for candy and does not know how to be satisfied.

He is extremely energetic, sometimes Xin Yi is angry with him when he is a scoundrel, but he has a reason, saying that once he has surgery, he doesn't know how long he will have to recuperate, and he has to make up for the days after the operation first.

Xin Yi couldn't cry or laugh, so he had to sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman.

The little couple who blended oil in honey envied others.

Zhao Yuqing saw it in her eyes, and the beauty was in her heart, counting the days with guidance, waiting to hold her eldest grandson.

The people in the eldest princess's mansion are also beautiful.

Today's county king is kind and pleasant, and he seems to have changed as if he is a person, and he is very easy to get along with.

However, even if you can't leave the princess of the county, if you don't see anyone for half an hour, you have to send someone to find it, and you can't wait to rub it into your heart and hide it......

No, less than half an hour after Xin Yi arrived at the medicine shop, Duan Sui came over and asked when the princess of the county would return home.

He also said that the king of the county picked dozens of rare pots of green clouds and snow from the golden chrysanthemum garden in the suburbs, as well as the wood hibiscus and peach chrysanthemum she liked, and arranged a peach chrysanthemum gate in Linqu Pavilion, waiting for her to go back and see.

Xin Yi looked at Zhou Daozi and stroked his beard happily and smiled softly.

"He may have been a little nervous lately......

Zhou Daozi looked at her half-squinted, "Isn't the princess of the county nervous?"

Xin Yi pursed his lips, "I'm sure."

The smile on Zhou Daozi's face widened, and his emotions were much more relaxed.

"On the day of Chongjiu, the old man invited a few old friends to the medicine shop for a banquet and waited for the good news of the princess of the county."

His old friends were all Xinglin Holy Hands, which was equivalent to inviting a group of medical experts to Fu Jiuqu.

Xin Yi understood his thoughts and nodded, "It's hard work. That's it."

Today is only the seventh day of the first month, the shops of Mahang Street, many have already decorated the chrysanthemum door, and the garden of planting chrysanthemums is peddled to the street, from the imperial city to the people, buying chrysanthemums, appreciating chrysanthemums, drinking chrysanthemums, and the city is full of golden armor.

Xin Yi's carriage passed through the street, and his eyes were dazzled when he looked at the flowers, and suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves, from far and near.

"Driving ......"

The coachman did not avoid the road, and the man on the horse was very restrained, and stopped when he came to the side of the car.

"Xinyi!"

A trembling whisper poured into his ears, and Xin Yi hurriedly opened the curtain.

Sitting on horseback is Gao Miao, dressed in riding clothes, with long hair tied on the top of his head like a bun, heroic, cold and noble, not wearing brocade clothes, but his appearance is outstanding.

It has been two years since Yuezhou was separated, and the two looked at each other eye to eye, and Xin Yi didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

There were people coming and going on the street, and she didn't recognize Gao Miao well, so she only pursed her lips and smiled.

"Everyone says I look like that woman, and is this girl also her old friend?"