To marry a widowed sister-in-law, gender male

Fu's mother saw that her youngest son did not drink the Hejin wine for a long time, so she urged: "In the north, your sister-in-law has already drunk the Hejin wine, why don't you drink it?"

The veins in Fu Beishi's right hand, which was holding the Heji wine, were all bulging. He tried his best to control his strength so as not to crush the paw melon containing the Heji wine.

"Sister-in-law." In order to remind himself of his identity as "Nian Zhiqiu", he first called out, and then continued, "Sister-in-law, brother can't drink alcohol, and I will replace you today. I have wronged sister-in-law. When brother recovers, sister-in-law can Have another round of drinking with your brother."

Nian Zhixia was hanging his head. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at Fu Bei. He opened his lips and said, "Thank you, Uncle."

Uncle, she called me "Uncle", yes, she should call me "Uncle".

Fu Bei raised his head and drank the Hemo wine in one gulp. Because he drank too fast, he coughed. At the same time, a drop of Hemo wine slipped from the corner of his lips meanderingly, rubbed against his jaw, neck, throat, and collarbone, and sank into it. placket.

Nian Zhixia suddenly had a thought in his mind: How great would it be if I could be transformed into this drop of Hebei wine?

But such a dream is absolutely impossible to realize.

Fu Beishi put down the paw melon, and then stretched out his hand towards "Nian Zhiqiu".

Nian Zhixia didn't know what Fu Beishi was going to do for a while, and his eyes were at a loss.

Fu Beishi simply took the papaya from "Nian Zhiqiu" and suddenly, he noticed that his little finger accidentally rubbed against "Nian Zhiqiu"'s palm.

This palm is not thin skin and tender flesh, but a thin cocoon.

The Nian family is not rich, but it is not bad among the common people.

It was clearly just a thin cocoon, but it was an ordinary thing, and he actually felt distressed.

If... If this "Nian Zhiqiu" was his wife, he would definitely not teach "Nian Zhiqiu" to grow another cocoon.

And Nian Zhixia blushed instantly, this was his little finger when he touched Fu Bei again after four years.

This little finger was so hot that it was unspeakable, and just staying for a breath was enough to reach his heart directly through the palm of his hand.

Fu Beishi put the empty papaya on the table, and when he returned to the bed again, seeing "Nian Zhiqiu" with peach blossoms on his face, he asked, "Sister-in-law, are you drunk?"

Nian Zhixia trembled with guilt, pressed his temples pretendingly, and then replied: "Uncle, I'm too drunk, I'm really a little drunk."

Fu Beishi didn't talk to women often, thinking that he was scaring "Nian Zhiqiu", he thought to himself: My voice is too loud?Is the girl's furniture so delicate?

Fu's mother said: "'Zhiqiu' is drunk, let's take a rest."

Take a break, bridal chamber candles...

Nian Zhixia glanced at the energetic Fu Nanxi, and comforted herself: No, no.

Fu's mother lifted the white quilt, revealing the bed full of peanuts and red dates.

Give birth to a precious son early.

Nian Zhixia secretly bit her lips.

Fu Beishi helped Fu's mother pick up all the peanuts and red dates and put them into the fruit plate.

Then, Mother Fu took out a snow-white silk handkerchief and put it on the mattress.

Fu Beishi naturally knew what this silk handkerchief was for, so he leaned into Fu's mother's ear, and whispered: "Mother, elder brother can't afford to have a house. Why don't you use this silk handkerchief?"

Fu's mother gave Fu Beishi a dissatisfied look: "Maybe after a while, your brother will be alive and well."

Fu Beishi knew that if he tried to persuade him again, it would be like not seeing his elder brother alive and well, and he would definitely annoy his mother, so he kept silent.

After putting on the hipa, Mother Fu saw that "Nian Zhiqiu" remained silent, and said: "'Zhiqiu', why don't you hurry up and wait for your husband to change clothes and go to bed?"

Nian Zhixia had never served anyone to change clothes, her fingers were trembling.

Fu Beishi wanted to help, but Fu's mother scolded him with her eyes.

Fu's mother said softly: "'Zhiqiu', since you have passed the door, from now on, Nanxi's daily life will be taken care of by you."

Nian Zhixia had no choice but to agree: "My daughter-in-law wrote it down."

Fu's mother said again: "If you have any difficulties in the future, you can also talk to your mother, and your mother will always stand with you."

Of course Nian Zhixia knew that this was just a scene, even if he was really Nian Zhiqiu, the wife of Zhen Guohou would not stand with him forever, not to mention that he was really a man.

After a long time, Nian Zhixia stripped Fu Nanxi to nothing but obscene clothes and trousers. He helped Fu Nanxi into the bed, and after lying down, he asked Fu's mother, "Mother, what else should my daughter-in-law do next?"

"Remember to serve tea tomorrow morning, let's take a rest today." After Fu's mother said, she turned and went out.

Fu Beishi said apologetically, "I accidentally belittled my sister-in-law just now, I hope my sister-in-law will forgive me."

Thin?

Does it mean it touched my palm?

I wish you could treat me lightly.

On the surface, Nian Zhixia never dared to show the slightest closeness to Fu Beishi, but said indifferently: "It's okay, I know that uncle didn't do it on purpose."

"Sister-in-law, rest, I'm resigning." Fu Bei also turned around and left.

Nian Zhixia looked at Fu Beishi's back eagerly, and didn't look away until the door was closed.

A belly sound suddenly sounded, hitting his eardrum.

Then he remembered that he was still hungry.

"'Zhiqiu', there are a lot of joys on the table, go and use some."

He was startled, and after a while, he realized that it was Fu Nanxi who hadn't made a sound since entering the new house, who was speaking.

When he turned his head, Fu Nanxi's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and there was a little smile on his lips.

Fu Beishi and Fu Nanxi are brothers of the same father and mother, and they have six or seven points of similar appearance, but compared to Fu Beishi, Fu Nanxi's face is much gentler.

"Did I quarrel with you?" He didn't want to call Fu Nanxi "husband", but only "you".

"It's okay." Fu Nanxi shook his head, "Hurry up and use the joy."

Nian Zhixia didn't bring the treats, but sat at the table.

Fu Nanxi was vaguely visible in the candlelight, making him feel in a trance.

Did he really marry someone for his sister?

Did he really tell a big lie?

When his identity is exposed, how will he end up?

Where did my sister escape to? Is she all right?

While eating the snacks without taste, he quietly observed Fu Nanxi.

Fu Nanxi's body smelled strongly of medicine, and he seemed to be in poor spirits, so he should not be able to bridal with him, but he heard that bridal candles can be used with fingers or other tools.

This morning, he convinced his parents by virtue of his longing for Fu Beishi, but now he is terrified.

After dawdling for half an hour to eat the happy snacks, he saw that Fu Nanxi hadn't made any movement, and planned to lie down on the table and spend the night.

Suddenly, he heard Fu Nanxi say: "'Zhiqiu', come here."

He was startled and forced to go to the bed.

Fu Nanxi opened his eyes with difficulty, stared at "Nian Zhiqiu", and said weakly: "'Zhiqiu', sleep on this bed, don't worry, I won't touch you."

Nian Zhixia hesitated for a long time before he put on his clothes and lay down.

Fu Nanxi sighed: "I swear to God that I won't even touch your hair, just take off your wedding dress, so that you can sleep more comfortably."

Speaking of this, Nian Zhixia had no choice but to put his hands on the skirt of his clothes.

Fu Nanxi had already closed his eyes, but in order to reassure "Nian Zhiqiu", he turned his back again.

Nian Zhixia spent a long time working hard, and finally took off the wedding dress.

He took another deep breath, and confirmed to Fu Nanxi: "You really don't even know how to touch my hair?"

He had already passed the gate of Zhen Guohou's mansion, and he shouldn't have spoken to his husband like this. As soon as he said it, he regretted it, but he didn't know how to make up for it, so he said intermittently: "I...not...I...I... I don't want you to touch my hair... I... I made a slip of the tongue..."

Fu Nanxi still turned his back to "Nian Zhiqiu": "'Zhiqiu', I know you don't want to celebrate me..."

Hearing this, Nian Zhixia immediately became nervous and clenched his hands into fists.

He heard Fu Nanxi go on to say: "In fact, I think Chongxi is useless, it will only hurt you. I once persuaded my mother, but unfortunately I couldn't persuade her, so I had to follow filial piety and obey her. 'Zhiqiu', If I don't deserve to die and get better, I will do it with you again..."

Before he finished speaking, he coughed uncontrollably.

Nian Zhixia hesitated for a moment, and put his right hand on Fu Nanxi's back to please him.

Fu Nanxi's body was slightly cold, which was completely different from Fu Bei's scorching heat. It was indeed a terminally ill body.

After Fu Nanxi regained his breath, he continued: "Thank you very much. If my life should not die and I can get better, I will be a real couple with you again, of course, the premise is that you are willing; if my life is exhausted, before I die, I will I implore my mother to send you out of the mansion after a hundred days, and allow you to remarry. 'Zhiqiu', you are only ten and six, you are really too young, you should not spend the rest of your life guarding my tablet."

Fu Nanxi's words seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, and Nianzhi Xia Deng felt even more guilty.

Fu Nanxi thought of him so much, but he deceived Fu Nanxi and used Fu Nanxi.

He thought for a while, and said, "You... don't you think it's unlucky to say such words?"

Before getting married, he was actually looking forward to Fu Nanxi's death, as long as Fu Nanxi died, he would not be exposed.

Now, he feels that he is a complete insidious villain, ashamed of the sage books he has read for many years.

"It's nothing unlucky. If I don't mention 'death', I can live a long life?" Fu Nanxi naturally complained. If it wasn't for this serious illness, he would be able to make contributions with his father. Taking a step back, as long as he can get it If he can hold a pen on a bed, he can at least be a civil servant, proving that the tiger father has no dogs.

However, for him, whether it is to be a general or a civil servant, it is an unattainable luxury.

Now, under the torment of his illness, he has calmly accepted his fate.

Never mentioning "death" may not necessarily lead to a long life.

Nian Zhixia said sincerely, "You will definitely get better."

Fu Nanxi joked: "Do you want to be a real couple with me so much?"

When Nian Zhixia had Fu Bei in his heart, he didn't want to be a real couple with Fu Nanxi.

However, as Fu Nanxi's wife, it was inconvenient for him to refuse; as a liar, he couldn't bear to lie, so he kept silent.

Fu Nanxi drank Ganoderma lucidum not long ago, so she has the strength to say so many words.

Now he was sleepy again, and said softly: "I was joking with you, don't take it seriously."

Nian Zhixia breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Nanxi said weakly, "Come up and rest."

Nian Zhixia hesitated for a while before getting on the bed.

The tip of his nose was full of the smell of medicine from Fu Nanxi's body, and his ears were full of Fu Nanxi's weak breath, so he suddenly had the urge to confess to Fu Nanxi.

But he can't do this, he can't harm his father, mother, brother and sister.