was carried all the way back to the place where she had lived for three years.

At this time, Shen Jiaojiao was put down.

She hurriedly shrunk her body and stared at Fu Ti with a wary expression.

Seeing that she was so defensive of herself, Fu Ti took off his robe and approached her with a dissatisfied expression, "What are you thinking?" ”

"I ...... You care about me! Finding that Fu Ti didn't make any out-of-the-ordinary moves, Shen Jiaojiao's old face turned red, and she was a little unreasonable.

Fu Ti really didn't do anything, he just quietly and hugged her tightly.

As if she was some kind of life-saving herb, she couldn't wait to break it open and crumple it and put it into her body.

It was okay at first, but after a long time, Shen Jiaojiao was strangled and out of breath, she struggled twice, and then she heard Fu Ti gasp with a "hiss".

？

Shen Jiaojiao was held by him, and looked up at him from his arms suspiciously and with difficulty, "Are you injured?" ”

"Nope."

"Let me see." Shen Jiaojiao didn't believe it at all, she pulled her fingers at his chest indiscriminately, but she only felt the strong muscles, and didn't find the wound at all.

"Where's the injury? Could it be an internal injury? Shen Jiaojiao frowned and was a little anxious, pulled his big hand away from her waist, took his hand with her fingers, and gently touched his pulse.

"Traumatic ......" Shen Jiaojiao took the pulse and came to a conclusion.

But he glanced up and down, but found no wounds.

However, I saw that he was wearing snow-white profane clothes, and the whole person exuded a warm brilliance under the candlelight, which was really noble and cold, and could not be blasphemed.

At this time, it is not as infiltrating as the daytime madness.

"It's fine." Fu Tizhong hugged her again, leaned his chin on her shoulder, and felt that his heart was soft at the moment, and the whole person was very comfortable.

Ever since she left the palace, he had always felt as if something was missing, empty.

When she came back today, he felt that this room, this palace, had finally regained popularity.

Could it be that the habits of the past three years have really taken such deep roots in his heart?

Still is......

"What's the matter with your shoulders!" Fu Ti was thinking about it, and his train of thought was suddenly interrupted by Shen Jiaojiao.

Shen Jiaojiao pulled his hand away again, knelt up with difficulty, and grabbed his shoulder to look at the wound, "Why does your wound seem to be a whip wound......

I was just about to talk about him, but suddenly I remembered the nameless whip.

Although the whip was withdrawn without a name, it was too late by then.

It stands to reason that the whip should not fail, and she did hear the sound of the whip pulling against the flesh, right......

"The whip you took for me?" Shen Jiaojiao looked at Fu Ti with a complicated expression, "Why is it so serious?" ”

"It's not a big deal." Fu Ti said nonchalantly, and pulled her waist into his arms again.

"Why are you okay!" Shen Jiaojiao angrily pulled his hand away, kicked down the ground barefoot, and took out the gold sore medicine that had been prepared in the room.

Kneeling beside him, he carefully sprinkled the gold sore medicine on the wound.

Looking at his fleshy wounds, my heart was uncomfortable.

Why did he reappear every time she almost forgot about him, and stir up her emotions?

Just thinking about it, Shen Jiaojiao suddenly felt that something seemed to be moving on her feet......

Looking back, it turned out to be Fu Ti's hand!

His slender and beautiful fingers were gently brushing the dust off her feet, and he lowered his eyes with a serious expression, as if it were a big deal.

His appearance was too deceptive, which made Shen Jiaojiao's anger and discomfort in her heart unable to come out in an instant.

It's like a fist hitting cotton, and I can't make a move.

"Done?" Finding that she didn't move, Fu Ti dragged her into his arms again, sighed contentedly, and closed his eyes.

"Fu tired." Shen Jiaojiao suddenly spoke in his arms, her voice muffled.

"Huh?"

"I'll give you eighteen days to sort out your thoughts."

"Hmm."

"But when the time comes, I don't care if you have it clear by then, no matter what you think, you can't do this to me again."

“…… Well. ”

"Fu tired."

"Huh?"

"Go wash your hands, you just touched my feet."

The man was stunned when he heard this, looked at his slender and white fingers, and smiled, "Okay, I'll go wash it." ”

As he spoke, he obediently stood up and washed his hands and washed them.

By the time he returned, she had slept quietly with her eyes closed.

Cutting the broken hair on her cheeks behind her ears, Fu Ti looked at it quietly, and there was a strange sense of satisfaction in his chest.

Maybe it was cold, she couldn't help but shiver when she fell asleep, and her hands unconsciously groped on the bed, looking for the quilt.

Fu Ti propped his chin next to her, watching quietly, seeing that she finally touched the corner of the quilt, saw her dragging the quilt onto her body, and saw her sleeping sweetly with her hands on the pillow.

On the fair-skinned and slender wrists, the bruised red looks so dazzling and ...... It has the meaning of imprisonment.

Fu Ti was startled by his terrible thoughts, and then secretly laughed at himself.

She's right, he must be really crazy.

Shaking his head, shaking off the messy and inexplicable thoughts in his mind, Fu Ti got up to help Shen Jiaojiao tuck the quilt, and then hugged her and slept soundly.

Since he left, Fu Ti has never slept so peacefully.

But in the middle of the night, he suddenly heard a muffled snort of pain in his ears, a suppressed and enduring voice, which made him feel familiar but strange.

"Hmmm......"

With another muffled snort, Fu Ti suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

The arms are often poked alongside and are cool.

No one!

This discovery made Fu Ti completely sober up, and he followed the prestige and found Shen Jiaojiao shrunk into a ball on the ground next to the bed and in the corner of the wall.

Looking at her painful and patient appearance, Fu Ti's heart shrank suddenly, and his brain exploded with a buzz.

"What's wrong with you?" Fu Ti hurriedly got out of bed, and walked out barefoot in a rare panic, "I'll call the imperial doctor." ”

As soon as he spoke, he felt that the hem of his clothes was being pulled tightly, and Shen Jiaojiao looked up at him with a pale little face, "...... Well, I, I'm fine. ”

"Doctor Tai...... If you can't cure it, you don't need to ...... Trouble. ”

"How do you know if you don't try!" Fu Ti saw that she was sweating profusely, and he came up angrily, "You don't know how to take good care of yourself!" ”

While hugging her shoulders, Shen Jiaojiao couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Imperial Doctor An has seen it, I'...... Myself...... It's also a doctor......

Hearing the name of Imperial Physician An, Fu Ti was shocked in his heart, "Imperial Physician An can't cure it?" ”

"Hmm." Shen Jiaojiao replied with difficulty.

Fu Ti only felt as if a basin of cold water had been splashed on his head, which made him feel chills in his heart.

How can it be?

Doctor An is An Qiliang's father, the doctor of the Tai Hospital, and the doctor with the most skilled medical skills in the entire Daqing, if he can't cure it......