Peerless Junior Uncle

Dodged by Tang Yu, he blew on his beard in frustration and said, "Good Yu. If you want to help grandpa, go to Kyoto."

"Ah." Tang Yu turned her head: "I won't go." The last time I went to Jiuwei Pavilion to buy the old man his favorite lychee and shrimp. I ran into the man in black. I didn't think about it since I decided to live in peace with He Tingge Get in touch with these people again. Besides, last time my father found out and was imprisoned for half a month. I didn't even eat meat scraps.

"Good jade~" The third elder tugged on Tang Yu's sleeve: "Grandpa will tell your father about the opportunity to travel next month. Let you go..."

"Deal." Tang Yu responded immediately. Tangjiabao also has rules. Tangjiabao doesn't get involved in affairs in the Jianghu. His disciples are not allowed to go out privately to cause trouble. They are afraid that those with evil intentions will want to borrow the Tang family's money. The reputation of the castle is poisoned outside. Do evil.

Although Tang Yu occasionally sneaked out because he was the young master of the Tang family, no one dared to stop him. However, there were not many opportunities to go out in the true name. The opportunity to travel in Tangjiabao was to let the younger generation go out for a walk and venture into the rivers and lakes. As long as the incident is not serious, Tangjiabao will support him. To put it bluntly, it is to show Tangjiabao's sense of existence in the Jianghu. Don't think that Tangjiabao does not exist if it is not born. In this way, Tangjiabao Even if Yu makes some troubles outside, she is not afraid that her father will be locked up.

Having said that, He Tingge looked at the pool of blood on the ground and frowned: "How many people know about this?"

Stories

"Not much. General Li has already solved it. Don't worry." Haitang said: "Wu Zuo has seen big scenes before. This trivial matter is not enough to scare him."

"Yeah." He Tingge nodded. He was afraid that just after the haunting had ended, another corpse would disappear, causing panic in the army.

Fu Qingcheng was wearing silver silk gloves. He took a silver needle and dipped it in the poisonous blood on the ground. He threw it in the basin beside him: "Mu Lan will be here this afternoon. He will know what kind of poison it is when he comes."

"You don't know either." He Tingge was a little surprised. He thought Fu Qingcheng knew. Fu Qingcheng stirred the water with a silver needle. Hearing this, he turned his head and smiled, "I'm not a god..."

He Tingge's heart softened: "Okay. Let's wait for Mu Lan to come over." He wrote a letter to Mu Lan before, and estimated the time. It will be about two days.

Hai Tang has a bitter face. Mu Lan is coming...

Afterwards, Fu Qingcheng was about to leave but was held back by He Tingge. Fu Qingcheng looked back at He Tingge who was hesitant to speak. His eyebrows twitched: "What's wrong."

"Qingcheng." Looking at Fu Qingcheng's calm face, He Tingge took a step forward. With a strong hand, he brought Fu Qingcheng into his arms. The low voice rang in Fu Qingcheng's ear, and He Tingge tightened his His arms were hugging him, and he was a little out of breath.

"Fengxi." Fu Qingcheng felt that there seemed to be something wrong with He Tingge. He didn't struggle. He just raised his hand and patted He Tingge's back lightly to comfort him. But He Tingge was shocked when Fu Qingcheng said these two words. Although it was slight, Fu Qingcheng noticed it.

He Tingge felt bitterness in his heart. Who was Fengxi calling this time? Why did he feel that this person was in his arms but he felt that he would no longer belong to him in the next second? Fu Qingcheng called Fengxi. Was it right? He, he didn't know at all. He just thought that he was He Tingge. With this body and this name, he was the real He Tingge.

But, Fu Qingcheng is not. In Fu Qingcheng's memory, He Tingge is a complete one. There are childhood, teenagers, including him now. They are all part of the complete He Tingge in Fu Qingcheng's mind. It's just a part.

His memory of Fu Qingcheng is only these two years. The last dream. He still doesn't know what it is. Fu Qingcheng and He Tingge have known each other since they were young. Today Fu Qingcheng mentioned that he went to Prince Jing's mansion... that I don't know at all. The He Tingge who I don't understand is the real Fengxi in Fu Qingcheng's heart.

"What's wrong?" Fu Qingcheng felt He Tingge's uneasiness and asked softly.

"Qingcheng. If... I'm not your Fengxi, will you leave me?" He Tingge buried in Fu Qingcheng's neck, breathed the familiar cold breath, and said in a muffled voice.

Fu Qingcheng's hand on He Tingge's back stopped. He didn't answer He Tingge's words for a long time. He didn't move either. He just froze.

He Tingge straightened up and looked at the people close at hand. There was no expression on Fu Qingcheng's face. He just looked at him with a pair of clear eyes without blinking. He Tingge's hand holding Fu Qingcheng's shoulder trembled a little. He thought Tell him everything. He doesn't want to wear this skin. This name. Be the person in Fu Qingcheng's heart. He wants to tell Fu Qingcheng that he is just He Tingge, not anyone else.

He has never been a person who takes everything seriously. But this is the only thing he can't do.

"Qingcheng." He Tingge lowered his eyes. The night wind came in through the crack of the door. It actually made him feel a little cold: "I... tell you a story, okay?"

Fu Qingcheng didn't make a sound. He Tingge didn't wait for him to say anything. He pulled him to sit on a chair beside him: "Listen to me..."

"He Tingge." What He Tingge hadn't finished was interrupted by Fu Qingcheng. He Tingge closed his voice and raised his eyes to look at him. Fu Qingcheng's always gentle face had a trace of chill. He Tingge's heart trembled. He never let go of Fu Qingcheng's wrist.

"Do you have to be so clear?" Fu Qingcheng's voice was cold, "That's so important to you."

"Qingcheng. I don't want to lie to you." He Tingge took a deep breath.

"What did you lie to me?" Fu Qingcheng asked back: "Do you think you didn't tell me your background. Or you are not the He Tingge when you were young."

He Tingge was stunned when he heard the words. His eyes looked at Fu Qingcheng with a hint of disbelief.

"The story you want to tell. Let me tell it for you." Fu Qingcheng said: "There is a person who suddenly woke up one morning and found himself in a strange place. The people around him were strangers who had never seen him before. But These strangers seemed to know him. He was confused. He found himself smaller. Years younger."

He Tingge didn't make a sound. He listened carefully to what Fu Qingcheng said.

"He was guarded. He felt that someone else hurt him. Then he met a nasty brat. The kid asked him to call him Shishu. He was very angry. He also cursed. But... he really wanted to know his plight. He went to Find that nasty brat." Fu Qingcheng's lips ticked slightly, and he continued: "But he doesn't know. That brat is actually cheating on him. Because he is very similar to a childhood friend of that brat. "

"There may really be some strange power in the world. It makes this person have a sense of time disorder. Maybe. He really came from an unfamiliar time and space. But these can't change the familiar feeling." Fu Qingcheng Looking into He Tingge's eyes, he said quietly: "I have never been able to answer the doubts in your heart. But I don't think that's important. I think it's enough for you to stand in front of me."

"Maybe you don't mind." Fu Qingcheng looked at He Tingge's tangled brows, and his voice became gentler. He stretched out his hand to brush He Tingge's brows: "Then we can forget about that. Anyway, I didn't have any intersection with you two years ago. You The ones that I have always cared about. In fact, they don’t have much meaning in themselves.”

He Tingge looked at the amber jade ring on Fu Qingcheng's finger. He put it on with his own hands: "Don't you find it strange?"

"What's strange." Fu Qingcheng said softly, "It's strange what you said that night."

He Tingge was noncommittal. He knew that Fu Qingcheng had heard it. Otherwise, it would be impossible to say what he said before.

"It's not strange. It's just a little curious." Fu Qingcheng said.

"What are you curious about?" He Tingge couldn't accept Fu Qingcheng's calm look. But he was speechless when he asked the next sentence.

"You said that night that you are almost 30 years old. Is it true?" Fu Qingcheng blinked.

He Tinge: "..."

"Okay. I'm actually not prepared to hear such an unimaginable answer. Let me talk about a serious matter first." Fu Qingcheng raised He Tingge's chin seriously, and said with a serious face: "I hope today is the last time I hear you talk to yourself Identity suspicion. I know. What you care about is not whether you are the real He Tingge. What you care about is whether you are the person in my heart. I will tell you clearly today. "

"Perhaps saying that can make you feel more at ease." Fu Qingcheng paused and said, "I didn't have any unreasonable thoughts about you before I was 17."

He Tingge's eyes lit up. In other words, his feelings are only for himself.

Then he asked: "Then you now..."

"Twenty years old." Fu Qingcheng touched the ring on his ring finger.

"That year you said you were fifteen..." He Tingge frowned. He still remembered when Fu Qingcheng asked him how old he was. Fu Qingcheng said he was 15 years old.

"I lied to you. Because then I wanted to know if you knew how old you were. I lied to you." Fu Qingcheng shrugged: "In the end, you really didn't know."

He Tingge looked at the indifferent person in front of him speechlessly: "Do you think it's fun to lie to me?"

"When you were in Liyuan, it was fun to look like you didn't know anything." Fu Qingcheng smiled: "Especially as the young prince of Prince Jing's mansion, he can't use marksmanship. You still need to teach me. Actually I am not proficient in marksmanship either. I have to learn from the marksmanship in the library for a while every day before I can give you pointers. But you see