It’s too cold in winter, so they are not addicted to alcohol, but they just bring strong wine to warm up.

Luo Xiaoyi let go of his legs and stood still, muttering: Why did he drink it?

Futing pulled out the plug, poured it into his mouth, and threw it back to him.

It was getting dark early, and the lights hanging under the corridor were shaking by the strong wind. It was getting cold and there was no feeling.

He rolled his throat, swallowed the wine, and touched his neck with one hand.

Luo Xiaoyi answered, and then he noticed that his face seemed to be wrong. He looked closer and opened his eyes wide: "Third Brother, you are hurt!"

Fu Ting took his hand away and wiped the blood from his hand from his palm.

He frowned and rubbed his legs: "It's okay."

The wound was opened, and I don’t know if it was when I hugged someone or when I called Luo Xiaoyi to get it.

He was a little aware when he went out.

Luo Xiaoyi gestured on his neck with his hand: "That's the injury that almost pierced his throat with a hook. You said it's okay?"

Speaking of this, he remembered those Turkic spies who were killed in heaven.

Hanhai Mansion has always been closely guarded. Those people were arrested and fled in a hurry. It was his duty as a general, but who would have expected that his third brother would personally lead the guards to pursue him.

It turned out that everyone thought the other party was all men, but Luo Xiaoyi was not wary of the woman when he fought, and he thought that he was just a frightened and avoided woman. When the fierce Turkic woman suddenly rushed up, she almost cut his face without a single hook.

Fortunately, Futing blocked it for a moment, and the hook hooked on his neck, almost piercing his jaw, and asked them to run away with a chance.

I can't tell you very well now. In the first few days, I couldn't even say a word, and eating and drinking became a problem.

If it weren't for this, in the guest house, he wouldn't have even been searched without even searching the inner circle of all the women.

Luo Xiaoyi recalled that when he saw his third brother staying in the screen for so long, he thought he had caught someone.

If his third brother hadn't raised his hand in time to stop him, everyone might have already drawn their swords.

Who would have thought that it was not a spy inside, but it was in his house.

He leaned closer to look at Futing's blood-seeking neck, frowned and said, "Third brother, in my opinion, why don't you buy that good medicine? You are a magistrate, how can you keep dragging your injuries?"

I had to find someone to treat it early in the morning, but the doctor said that if I recover quickly, I would use a few dilute medicines.

All the precious medicines are in that precious place. Not to mention the medicinal materials themselves, even if they are transported to the north, it will be a considerable expense.

His third brother threw all the money into the army and didn't care at all. He just used some ordinary medicine to deal with it. In a few days, he drank and ate meat like before.

If he hadn't let him keep it up with him, it would have been worse.

At present, we must not waste any more.

Fu Ting felt that the blood on his neck had not stopped yet, so he pressed it down with his hand, and only scratched him when he heard this.

Luo Xiaoyi made a fuss and took out the seal from his arms, saying, "My sister-in-law didn't ask for your money, so why not just move some old money to buy medicine first."

He knew Fu Ting's temper and originally didn't want to tell him about this, but now he doesn't care.

Besides, they are couples, so there is nothing to hide.

Sure enough, Fu Ting's face darkened when he saw the seal: "Didn't you give it to her?"

Luo Xiaoyi hurriedly said, "My sister-in-law is rich, she doesn't care."

She just used hers with her face if she didn't care?

Fu Ting took the seal away with his hand.

Luo Xiaoyi touched his nose and did not dare to say anything.

In the study room, two more lamps were added.

Li Yan was well-behaved and was comforted by Qichi after a few words.

Xinlu and Qiushuang didn't dare to let her walk around for the time being. They just brought their clothes over and changed them here.

Qichi watched them pick up the blood-stained dress, and it was already very wrinkled.

It was the man who pressed her tightly in his arms before and crumpled her.

She leaned on the couch, pinched the hot tea soup that had just been fried, and sipped it in small sips.

The bitter taste in his mouth that was poured by Futing was finally suppressed.

I felt that it was almost done. I just planned to leave when someone came outside.

Qi Chi looked up and saw Fu Ting's figure with long legs and narrow waist entering the door. A long shadow suddenly appeared in front of the lamp.

Behind him was Luo Xiaoyi, who was chasing him tightly, and he followed through the door with one foot. He quickly grabbed the door frame, stretched his head in, and then retreated back out of the door in disappointment.

She saw clearly, looked up and turned her eyes to Fu Ting.

He stood in front of her, touched his hand at her waist, and handed it to her.

It's his seal.

Qi Chi stretched out his hand, squeezed his fingers into his palms, and asked, "Is it for me?"

Futing said: "This can help you spend money."

Qi Chi glanced at the door and now he understood why Luo Xiaoyi looked like that.

He is not stingy with the person who marrys him.

Thinking of this, I realized that he was getting better.

She pursed her lips and smiled: "Don't you want me to use your military money?"

Without waiting for Fu Ting to answer, Luo Xiaoyi outside the door shouted: "It's not just the money from the third brother in the army, or the money that he refused to move despite his injuries!"

Fu Ting said coldly: "Get out."

Somehow, Qichi suddenly remembered the scars he had seen on his neck before.

He looked up and saw that his collar was covering his face, and the scar was slanted upwards, connecting to his jaw, which was indeed a new wound.

At some point, a piece of brown paper was pasted on the lower jaw, and a small piece of black paste mark was reflected.

I think he went to take medicine just now.

She raised her voice: "What's the injury?"

I was asking Luo Xiaoyi.

The voice from outside replied: "I'm afraid that the county lord's sister-in-law will be scared when she says it. That's the wound of the iron hook piercing the flesh, and it almost pierces into the third brother's throat. Few people can withstand it!"

Fu Ting's face was tense and his lips were pursed.

If there was a woman in front of him, he would have gone out to kick Luo Xiaoyi away.

Qichi's lips pressed against the teacup and subconsciously covered his neck.

He was very strong when he pressed her in his arms before. If Luo Xiaoyi hadn't spoken, who would have known that he had been so angry?

It hurts just by listening to her.

She glanced at him and thought to herself whether he was a stubborn man, and he could withstand this.

"Why can't I bear it?"

Luo Xiaoyi: "If you want to get better quickly, you need to use a few rare and expensive medicines!"

Fu Ting grinded his teeth and thought of dealing with Luo Xiaoyi later, and said in a deep voice: "I have a question myself, so I'll keep the things for you."

The words were said to Qichi.

She pinched Yinxin's fingers with slender and white. He swept his eyes and turned around and wanted to leave.

The sleeves tightened, and it was Qichi who grabbed his cuffs.

"Are you going to split up with me?"

Fu Ting stopped for a moment.

Qichi pulled his sleeve with his fingers and looked at him with his eyes.

She lost some blood before, and her face was pale and leaned on his couch with a depressed and soft manner, and she didn't even have the strength to pull his fingers.

He glanced at him for no reason, rolled his Adam's apple and said, "No."

Qi Chi asked: "Since you are not going to separate the family, why do you need to be so clear and clear?"

Fu Ting said nothing.

Although he was born in a poor family, he was full of golden swords and never thought of climbing up with nepotism. If this marriage was not given by the saint, he would never ask for it.

Even though Li Qichi was a royal family and had a delicate body, his current situation was not good, but since he had married her, she would never let her be hungry and freeze.

How could she use her money?

Qichi looked at the man's narrow face and couldn't guess what he was thinking. However, his hand holding his sleeve tightened again, and sighed softly: "I didn't expect that I, a county lord, the wife of the Great Protector, wouldn't be able to spend some money for my family."

Fu Ting couldn't help but watch her.

Her eyes were open-minded, but instead she seemed unkind.
To be continued...