She dressed as a concubine and was targeted by the powerful brother.

Chapter 23 The Hanging Coffin
Zhao Hao didn't know why, but he still folded the paper ingots at Fu Jiao's request for a long time.

When she goes out, Fu Jiao has limited things to take with her.

She counted the ingots, scraped together some incense candles, paper money, and put these things together.

"Auntie, do you have any explanation for this?"

Zhao Hao saw Fu Jiao doing these things with admiration in his eyes.

Fu Jiao glanced at him and said calmly: "No explanation, it's just fun."

evening.

The cold autumn rain finally subsided for a moment.

They didn't bring much dry food, so Fu Rudi took his boss Nan Sibei to buy food in various villages.

After a while, several people came back with hot corn tortillas and steamed buns.

"Dong dong."

The carriage was tapped.

Fu Jiao rubbed her sleepy eyes, lifted the car curtain, and saw Fu Rudi standing beside the car, handing over a steamed bun wrapped in oil paper, her eyes full of pity.

"You've been suffering too these days."

His tone is complicated.

Fu Jiao was stunned for a moment.

She quickly took the cornbread and started to chew it, and said with a smile: "How can following my brother be regarded as hardship? There must be sugar in this cornbread, it's quite sweet."

Fu Rudi didn't know whether he was happy or worried.

The good news is that she never complained in difficult circumstances, but the bad thing is that as an elder brother, he failed to take good care of her.

Fu Jiao performed so well.

Always cheerful and cheerful.

So much so that he couldn't imagine that Fu Jiao would jump into the sea and commit suicide in the middle of the night!

This incident scared him so much that he didn't dare to mention it again for so long for fear of irritating her again.Even though Fu Jiao seemed to be in a good mood now, Fu Rudi did not dare to ask her what she was thinking at that time.He can only wait a little longer, choose a good time, and slowly enlighten...

Not even a month after coming out, Fu Jiao felt like she had lost weight again.The already loose skirt can be worn with just a raise of hands.It seemed even more empty.

After being together for so long, Fu Jiao seems to have never worn any hairpin jewelry.

At her most youthful age, she is dressed very neatly.

The Fu family had treated her badly before, and they must have not given her any jewelry.Fu Rudi glanced at Fu Jiao's slender wrists again, and thought to himself that when he returned to Beijing, he must let her go to Qibao Zhai to choose a good face.

"Brother, this is delicious."

The rice noodles are just too thick.

Raise your throat.

Fu Jiao was afraid of being kicked back to the Fu family by Fu Rudi, so she couldn't help but flatter him.She gave him half of the cornbread, "Brother, would you like to eat some too?"

She had already taken a small bite out of Wo Wo Tou.

This inexplicably reminded Fu Rudi of the last time she fed him in person.

The slender, soft and white fingertips almost touched his lips...

"No."

Fu Rudi is not good at expressing himself.

Many thoughts just turned around in my heart and turned into words of cold rejection.

He turned around stiffly and left, making Fu Jiao wonder if she had made him angry.

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The original plan was to leave as soon as the rain stopped.

Ten days passed in a flash, and the autumn rain fell intermittently, like silver-gray sticky spider threads, weaving the world into an endless web.

There can be no further delay.

The stay was too long and there was no time to return to Beijing. More importantly, Jiang Ping was ill.

He had a guilty conscience and was frightened into madness by Chen Wensheng dressed as Yan Ji.Fu Rudi investigated based on these clues and found out that there was something fishy about Jiang Ping's career, which he had to sort out slowly after returning to Beijing.

It doesn't matter if Jiang Ping is crazy, at least he is alive; but if he dies on the way and there is no evidence to support his death, it will be inconvenient to investigate and convict him.

It rained for three more days.

Fu Jiao was so bored that she folded ingots with straw paper.

Fu Rudi looked at the dark sky worriedly, and finally made a decision with a slap on the table - take the shortcut to Luofengpo.

Zhao Hao panicked.

Luofengpo is the legendary "corpse raising place".He told Fu Jiao about this. After hearing this, Fu Jiao just said "oh" and pulled him to continue stacking the ingots.

The next day.

Fu Rudi is going to the villagers' houses to buy more dry food.

Fu Jiao was tired of staying in the carriage and asked to go shopping with him.

After resting for so long, she had never wandered around the village.

Raindrops are like smoke and mist, floating gently in the streets.

Fu Rudi and Fu Jiao held a tung oil paper umbrella together, neither close nor far apart, silent to each other.

so boring……

Fu Jiao glanced sideways at Fu Rudi.

In the hazy rain curtain, Fu Rudy's face is as bright as jade.He was wearing a dark green round-collared straight t-shirt, which was stained by water mist, making his rigid and serious look look a bit gentle and fresh.

"Brother, what are you thinking?"

Fu Jiao suddenly asked.

Fu Rudi's hand holding the umbrella trembled slightly, and a few strands of golden wind and drizzle drifted on his face, blowing it slightly cold.

He turned his head and collided with Fu Jiao's curious and smart eyes, and both of them were startled.

Fu Rudi looked away and looked into the distance, "Are you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"Luofengpo... is also the former Yunlingpo."

"Oh, I'm not afraid of that rumor." Fu Jiao smiled slightly and comforted him, "Brother helped the Holy Lady. Although this place is far away from Qiongzhou, there will be gods to protect it. Besides, rumors have always been three It’s hard to say whether a person becomes a tiger or not!”

Fu Rudi is a person with the fate of Ziwei.

His luck is against the heavens and he has his own aura, so ordinary ghosts and ghosts don't dare to get close to him.

Fu Jiao thought of the pile of ingots she had stacked up these days and touched her chin, "It's nothing. Brother, relax."

The two of them came to the village as they talked.

Fu Rudi called the villagers as usual and bought steamed buns, corn cakes, and rice cakes from him.

There are only so many things a villager can sell, so they have to ask each family.

Only then did Fu Jiao realize that there were only about twenty households in this village, but two families had already hung white flags at their doors.She counted on her fingers and couldn't help but walk to the main room, get closer and peek through the crack in the door.

"what are you doing?"

An old man in coarse linen clothes emerged from nowhere and scolded Fu Jiao behind his back.

Fu Jiao shrugged and spread her hands, "I want to see what's inside."

The old man's eyes were gloomy and he was very unhappy.

He pointed at the white banner and said coldly: "Someone in my family has died, and his coffin is placed in the main room."

"Oh."

Even so, Fu Jiao still stood on tiptoes and peeked inside.

With this glance, she finally saw clearly.

In the dark and gloomy hall, there was indeed an ordinary yellow wood coffin.

However, the coffin was hung high on the beams with a few hemp ropes.

Fu Jiao was shocked and her pupils shrank.

"You're such a courageous girl!" The old man was furious when he saw this, and raised his hand to pull her away, "This is so rude!"

Fu Rudi heard the sound and came over.

"Village Chief, what's the matter?"

Fu Jiao hid behind him and started to pretend to be innocent, "Brother, I'm just curious to see what's in the house..."

"The village chief's son fell ill and passed away. His coffin is inside. There is nothing interesting to see. Don't be curious." Fu Rudi had no choice but to turn around and apologize to the old man.

The old man glared at Fu Jiao, seeing that she was a young girl, but he didn't think deeply about it.

Fu Rudi counted the food he had purchased and felt that it was almost done, so he asked Fu Jiao thoughtfully: "What else do you want to eat?"

Fu Jiao turned her head and looked at the main room, then thought about it and replied, "I want glutinous rice."

"Sticky rice?"

"Yeah, raw glutinous rice. The more, the better."

(End of this chapter)