The matter of returning to Beijing was thus decided.

Zhao Zhen had been looking forward to their family for several years. After receiving the letter from Fu Jiuqu, he quickly made arrangements for promotion.

It is not easy for local and state officials to be promoted to Beijing officials. There is a strict system for promotion in the officialdom, and there are countless unspoken rules. Capital recruitment and hard work are all necessary links.

The news that Fu Jiuqu was returning to Beijing soon aroused a lot of suspicion and groundless rumors. Some people even bluntly said that when Fu Jiuqu was in charge of Yangzhou and Yingtian, he acted arrogantly and boldly because of his noble status.

, is very unpopular and should not be promoted or reused.

But Zhao Zhen has made up his mind.

Facing the uproar of opposition in the court, he flew into a rage and threw his letters on the floor when he returned to Funing Hall.

"I am the king of a country, can't I even do this?"

Li Fu lowered his eyes and stood respectfully to one side.

After the emperor had lost his temper, he walked to the emperor, knelt down on the ground, and said cautiously:

"Guan family, I have something to say, I don't know whether to say it or not..."

Zhao Zhen looked over.

After he was angry enough, the emperor's eyes were filled with a kind of sadness that could not be resolved. The thin line between being rich in the world and being alone was all in him.

"You can say whatever you want. Didn't I sew your mouth shut?"

Li Fudao: "Back then, I went to Yingtian Mansion according to the order and secretly inquired about the prince's words according to the official instructions. At that time, the prince had already anticipated today's situation..."

Zhao Zhen's eyes brightened slightly, "Oh? What did he say?"

Li Fudao: "The county king said that he is General Di's apprentice, and he is not as good as Cao Linglong. Those old antiques can't see him. How can they let him come back so easily after they finally got him out of the capital?"

Zhao Zhen stroked his beard lightly and said, "Did he say what should be done for the present?"

Li Fu: "The prince said so."

He raised his head, looked at Zhao Zhen and said softly:

"The prince said that if one day he wants to return to the capital and the officials are in trouble, he will ask the villain to give advice to the officials... But the villain doesn't know whether to give advice or not..."

Zhao Zhen laughed angrily, "Your words are already on your lips. Do you think I will listen or not?"

Li Fu grinned and smiled too.

The benevolence of officials. When he first arrived at Funing Palace to serve, he often made mistakes. His father-in-law punished him, but it was the officials who forgave him that saved his life.

Since the fire at Funing Gate that year, the officials have become closer and more trusting to him, and Li Fu has long been their confidant.

He kowtowed hurriedly.

"The prince said that if the officials are undecided, they should ask Bao Zheng."

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Ying Tianfu.

The magistrate's residence.

At the third watch, it rained heavily, but Xinyi was still awake.

It has been rainy in Nanjing recently, and Fu Jiuqu always comes back very late. She is alone with her pillow in her arms, and it is inevitable that she will have random thoughts.

It has been seven years since I left Bianjing. Although I often exchange letters with old friends in Beijing and Xinyi Pharmacy, my memory has long been blurred by those scenes of "boats playing in the water, feasts for drinking rice, silver ponds like dye, and golden embankments like embroidery."

.

There was a sound outside. It was Xingyuan yawning and calling, "Jiu Ye."

Xin Yi rolled up the quilt, turned over, and left his back to him.

The door opened, and the man's footsteps were very light, as if he was afraid of waking her up. He tiptoed to the bathroom to wash up. After a long while, he tied a piece of pajamas loosely, and with the fragrance of osmanthus and the wet breath after bathing, he lifted the clothes.

The tent lay down.

The back is empty.

He stayed far away and did not disturb her.

Xin Yi couldn't pretend any longer, so he rolled up the man with the quilt and pinned the man down.

Fu Jiuqu was caught off guard and struggled to pull her down and hug her. He couldn't help laughing, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Xin Yi stared at him, smiling so hard that she gritted her teeth, "My husband didn't come home in the middle of the night, and he didn't know where he was hanging out. How can I sleep?"

Fu Jiuqu made her breath unsteady, and finally managed to catch the hand, "I'm going back to Beijing soon, there are many things to deal with..."

Xin Yi: "Didn't you say that those old diehards from the old school in Beijing were against it? Why are you going back to Beijing soon?"

Fu Jiuqu's eyes flickered, and he lowered his head and pecked her.

"You still don't know my king's methods?"

Xin Yi chuckled.

A hand was making trouble in his arms.

"Recently, the prince has not favored me. Are you really about to forget me?" She slowly rubbed her collarbone with her fingers under his collar. "It is raining on the empty steps at night, and it is hard to fall asleep because of the emotion. Why don't you let me try the prince's test?"

s method?"

Fu Jiuqu saw her weird look and helplessly pulled her into his arms, whispering affectionately, wishing he could crush her into pieces.

"Eleven, what do you want me to do with you?"

"what to do?"

Xin Yi was surprised at his words and raised his eyebrows.

"You are a father of two children, do you still need me to teach you?"

Fu Jiuqu: "..."

He looked at Xin Yi silently with his eyes, his eyes full of light, like the reflection of candlelight, and full of worries.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Xin Yi noticed his emotions, put his hand on his forehead, and calmed down a little.

"Your head hurts again?"

Fu Jiuqu shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

"Then what are you thinking about?" Xin Yi narrowed his eyes, turned over to hold him down, and looked at him carefully.

"How did I find out... you seem to have changed a lot? I've been busy lately, focusing on Xianyu's homework and Little Lihua's eczema, but I haven't paid much attention to you... Brother Ninth, are you worried?"

"No."

Fu Jiuqu answered decisively.

But the uneasiness gradually revealed in his eyes could not be concealed.

"It's getting late, don't think too much and go to sleep."

Xin Yi looked at him hesitantly.

"This is not like you..."

In the past, she had to be fished out from under the covers and treated by him. It didn't matter if she was sleepy or tired. She couldn't handle it without tossing her a few times. Why did she become stoic inexplicably?

Xin Yi's hair almost froze when he thought about it.

Counting the days, Ninth Brother hasn't touched him for a while.

The seven-year itch?

still……

Xin Yi stared at him and gasped.

"Could it be that you can't do it anymore?"

Fu Jiuqu:……

Xin Yi frowned hesitantly, shook his hand, and said to himself: "No, you're fine, what's going on?"

Fu Jiuqu: "Eleven."

Xin Yi: "You have a crush?"

Fu Jiuqu: "How could that happen?"

Xin Yi: "That's weird."

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, feeling half sleepy anymore, and sat up as if she wanted to examine him. Fu Jiuqu sighed when he saw this, hugged him in his arms, buried his head in her hair, and smelled

Breathing the faint fragrance, I feel greedy and fearful.

Xin Yi is right.

He has undergone some changes recently.

It's not because of women, let alone the seven-year itch. In fact, her desire for Xinyi has never changed, and now it's even more... The dense light shines on her white face, which is as shiny as porcelain and jade.
To be continued...