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

Fu Jiao didn't know how lethal her words were.

Fu Rudi couldn't resist her coquettish and pleading tone. He was silent for a moment, took out the spare bedding from the cabinet next to him, and made a bed on the floor next to his gums, "I'll sleep on the floor tonight."

There is a brazier in the house, so it's not necessarily cold. Fu Jiao thought to herself, as long as Fu Rudi didn't live in the wing next door, anything would work.

"Will the quilt be thin, brother?"

"No." Fu Rudi laid out the bed and lay down on it with his clothes on.

It was late.

He had drank wine during the meal, and now he closed his eyes and fell asleep directly.

Fu Jiao couldn't find anyone to talk to, so she was bored and could only lie in bed in a daze. She turned sideways and looked at Fu Rudi, who was only three feet away from her under the bed, through the warm pearl light.

Fu Rudi was lying flat.

His sleeping face was very peaceful. Looking at Fu Jiao from the side, his forehead, eyebrows, bridge of nose, and thin lips all undulated like a carefully crafted work of art. Every inch was just right and handsome. Such a good-looking person, yet unselfish, upright and cold-hearted, just said one sentence to scare Chun Xing Qiuyue away, which made Fu Jiao laugh when he thought about it.

Fu Jiao didn't want to think about the future.

She knew that she was just an outsider occupying the shell of someone else's sister, and she was content to cherish the time they spent together.

"Good night. Fu Rudy."

Not brother.

It was Fu Rudi who used Ziwei's fate to accumulate merit.

Fu Jiao whispered.

Maybe the evening socializing really made her tired. Fu Jiao turned her back, hugged the pillow, and fell into the soft new quilt, and fell asleep in a short while.

The sound of long and regular breathing came.

After a while, Fu Rudi opened his eyes under the bed.

His hands under the quilt were clenched, and he was confused. He didn't understand why Fu Jiao kept saying those things tonight. She didn't want him to be her brother, and she called him by his first name. Although her voice was so soft and weak, Fu Rudi, who had excellent hearing, still heard her clearly. She called his name and said to him... good night.

Fu Rudi couldn't sleep at all.

He didn't look at Fu Jiao, but he clearly knew that she was beside him, within reach, sleeping without any precautions.

The flames flickered slightly.

The tip of her nose was filled with the faint fragrance that Fu Jiao had always had. The furnishings in the room were all commonly used in her daughter's home. And at this moment, he and Fu Jiao were sleeping under the same roof. It was unreasonable, but he couldn't let go of this feeling of obsession.

Fu Rudi didn't want to admit it, and even tried to deny it every day.

But he was indeed becoming more and more unpredictable about this concubine's thoughts.

Perhaps the night was too quiet, which gave Fu Rudi the courage to face Fu Jiao directly. He stood up gently, walked quietly to Fu Jiao's bedside, bent down, and stared at her carefully.

Although they have the same father and mother, Fu Jiao looks nothing like him.

Her black satin hair was spread messily on the pillow, she had a smooth palm face, curved and fluffy eyebrows, and a pink cherry mouth under her delicate nose.

I don't know if she was thirsty, but the sleeping girl opened her mouth slightly to breathe. The light red color is bright and natural, like a carefully selected pigment, which is just right on the full lips, making people want to gently touch the delicate touch.

Fu Rudi thought this in his mind, but his fingers could not help but touch it.

Soft, warm...

A surge of electricity seemed to flow from his fingertips, and Fu Rudi suddenly retracted his hand.

Fu Jiao did not wake up.

She was still sleeping soundly. This charming look made Fu Rudi feel the urge to touch her.

In the silent winter night, there are no chirping insects or birds, and even the sound of the snow breaking branches can be clearly heard. Fu Rudi came close to Fu Jiao's fair and tender cheek. After struggling for a long time, he finally resisted the thought that he shouldn't have and gently touched her lips with his dry fingertips.

Just this.

It made him secretly happy, as if he had secretly eaten sweet honey, and he would have endless aftertaste for the rest of his life.

At the same time, Yan Ji, who was hanging on the beam and witnessing everything, was stunned: "..."

Do you want to tell Fu Jiao about this? !
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The next day.

When the winter snow clears, occasionally water drips from the ice ridges hanging on the eaves, hitting the stone slab at the door, making a clear ticking sound.

Fu Jiao was not woken up by these sounds.

She was awakened by pain.

The cramping pain came from my lower abdomen, like a stone hitting it. Fu Jiao opened her eyes in a daze, and what she saw was the autumn-green peony bed curtain above her head. She couldn't hold it back, and she let out a painful low moan, "It hurts so much, it hurts so much." …”

Fu Rudi woke up earlier than her.

He looked at the thick snow in the yard and silently despised his behavior last night. He also secretly vowed to keep a distance from Fu Jiao in the future and never do anything beyond the relationship between brother and sister.

Thinking of this, Fu Rudi was about to call the maid to serve Fu Jiao and went to the Yamen when he heard the person on the bed scream in pain.

Fu Rudi thought he heard wrongly.

As soon as she turned around, she heard Fu Jiao whimper again: "It hurts so much."

This is a big deal.

Fu Rudi felt as if the sky had collapsed in an instant. He ran over in three steps, lifted up the hazy gauze curtain, and asked nervously: "What's wrong?"

His voice was too loud, completely waking Fu Jiao up in the morning.

She rubbed her groggy eyes and subconsciously pointed to her lower abdomen, "Brother, I don't feel well."

She could still be patient at first, but seeing that the person in front of her had someone to rely on, Fu Jiao couldn't help but be pretentious and pursed her lips, looking pitiful.

Fu Rudi's heart sank.

He immediately felt that there was something wrong with the meal last night! Someone in the Fu family must have poisoned Fu Jiao! It was so extraordinary that Fu Rudi's face darkened. He resisted the urge to kill and immediately picked up Fu Jiao. He gritted his teeth and said, "Captain Xue knows a miracle doctor who is good at detoxification. Don't be afraid."

Fu Jiao: "Huh?"

Fu Jiao was suddenly picked up and she didn't even have a chance to defend herself. She just wanted Fu Rudi to call a maid over, but Fu Rudi took a long step out of the house. Fu Jiao couldn't help but cry out, hugging his neck for fear of falling, "Brother! No! Just wait until I finish! I'm not poisoned." !”

"what?"

This time it was Fu Rudi's turn to be stunned.

After he finished speaking, he could smell a faint smell of blood on the tip of his nose. It was mixed with the fragrance of Fu Jiao's clothes, making it difficult to distinguish. The next moment, he saw Fu Jiao's blushing and shy face reflected in the snow light.

Fu Jiao's cheeks were hot.

She regretted her pretentious cry of pain just now, and now she wished she could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

I was so confused last night that I forgot that Fu Rudi lived in the same room as her.

It's better now. I casually yelled something about pain, which resulted in this embarrassing situation. Fu Jiao closed her eyes and prepared herself mentally. She pursed her lips and slowly raised her head, not daring to look directly at Fu Rudi's expression. She said, "Brother, my stomach hurts because... come, come month." It’s over.”

Fu Rudi held the girl in his arms, dumbfounded.

"..."