Peerless Junior Uncle

The son is really worried. This drink is broken. The break is too thorough.

Haitang drooped his head, glanced at He Tingge, and muttered for a while: "I just remembered..."

"What do you remember?" He Tingge looked at him with interest.

"I remember... I went to him to ask for hangover soup. Then...then he was changing clothes. I don't know what kicked my brain. I...became a beast." Haitang He kept his head down while talking. It seemed to be introspection.

"And then. He didn't resist."

"Resist." Haitang raised his head and said sadly: "But. I am a soldier. He is a bookworm. Even resistance can't beat me. What's more, I may not know what kind of beast I am at that time."

"You also know that you are a beast." He Tingge couldn't help laughing: "I can't help you with this matter. You'd better slowly realize it. Hey... two fools."

Yi Huan was hugged by Li Qi. As soon as he went out, all the soldiers looked at the ball in Li Qi's arms. They all opened their eyes wide and curious. Li Qi was quite proud when he saw this. Look. This is our prince's little nephew.

Yi Huan's eyes exposed outside the scarf looked at the tall men around him. He was very happy. He sat on Li Qi's arm, with one arm around Li Qi, and the other pointing to the tower in the distance: "Lily, go There."

"Little ancestor, I dare not let you go there." Li Qi hastily coaxed him. He still has lingering fears about the tarantula incident last time.

Yi Huan grumbled, but he was not willful. He had to let Li Qi take him to another place. Speaking of which, although the barracks was not big, it was not small either. Li Qi took Yi Huan to the Martial Arts Field. There There are also soldiers who are practicing. The deafening shouts are heard on the field. It is very exciting to listen to.

Yi Huan opened his eyes and looked seriously. He will also come here in the future... just like his uncle. He will be a great general.

Calculating the time, the Mid-Autumn Festival is only about ten days away. But Hai Tang insisted on hugging Yi Huan to warm the bed. He Tingge had to tell him to sleep carefully. Don't press the dumpling.

Haitang asked him to rest assured that no one would be able to suppress his nephew. He muttered in his heart: This uncle is really more careful than his own father. Think about Yihuan's own father. Haitang tsk tsk Sound. I don't know which concubine's couch I'm in now...

Gao Zhan sneezed unpreparedly. The father-in-law on the side quickly took the cloak and came over: "Your Majesty, it's late at night. Let's rest early."

Gao Zhan put down the memorial in his hand, rubbed his forehead, and took a sip of the hot tea he had prepared: "You go down first. I will sit down for a while."

"Then... Your Majesty, which master will you announce to sleep tonight?"

"No. I'm tired today. I want to be alone."

The father-in-law had no choice but to bow and retreat. After a while, Gao Zhan was left alone. Leaning on the back of the cold dragon chair, Gao Zhan squinted his eyes and looked at the calendar on the side. He was physically and mentally exhausted.

This time it's up to you. He Tingge.

He Tingge slept until midnight. He suddenly felt a chill around him. He opened his eyes vigilantly and saw a figure slipping in from under the quilt. The familiar breath made He Tingge feel relaxed.

"I woke you up." There was a trace of fatigue in the clear voice. The cold air on his body soaked the originally warm blanket.

He Tingge stretched out his hand to embrace Fu Qingcheng's icy body, and asked softly, "Why are you back now?"

Fu Qingcheng pressed his forehead against He Tingge's shoulder. He didn't answer. He just stretched his cold hand into He Tingge's arms and covered it. He was greedy for the temperature.

"What's the matter?" He Tingge noticed that something was wrong with the person in his arms, and asked with his head lowered.

"Don't talk." Fu Qingcheng said softly. He sounded extremely tired. He Tingge had no choice but to stop asking and act as a heat source for him.

Although the person in his arms was like a piece of ice, He Tingge was very at ease. He gradually fell asleep. But in a daze, the hand that had just returned to normal temperature touched his face. He felt the coolness of Fu Qingcheng. The breath was right in front of him. There was a touch of softness on his lips. He Tingge frowned slightly, but did not open his eyes.

hug me

Fu Qingcheng gently pressed against He Tingge's lips. Just sticking. But the hand holding He Tingge's face trembled a little. He Tingge felt that he was very disturbed, but he didn't know where the anxiety came from.

After only a moment, Fu Qingcheng withdrew his hand, lowered his head into his arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

He Tingge opened his eyes in the dark. The cold breath of the person in his arms was still on his neck. The hand holding Fu Qingcheng tightened slightly. Qingcheng, what's wrong with you.

On the second day, He Tingge didn't sleep much all night. But Fu Qingcheng seemed to sleep very deeply. After returning last night, he went to sleep with his clothes on. He Tingge was afraid that he would not sleep well, so he took off his coat and added another bed. Quilt. I haven't woken up yet.

Hai Tang and Yi Huan, one big and one small, are rinsing their mouths. Their movements are synchronized. It looks quite amusing.

"Uncle." Yi Huan ran over refreshed. He Tingge picked up the dumpling and said, "Shhh, keep your voice down."

Yi Huan blinked her eyes and nodded.

As for the matter of Xujianya, He Tingge has to go there once. Even though Li Hentian's whereabouts are still unknown, he still has to go. All forces are staring at that place.

Haitang listened to He Tingge's arrangement of the affairs in the army. Some complained: "If I knew it, I wouldn't let Li Qi go back to Yanmenguan. I want to go too..."

"It's not to go to a big show. Why are you joining in the fun?"

"It's a big show. You see. So many forces are going to grab the book. It's a pity that I don't take a look."

He Tingge was helpless: "People are inseparable here. Looking at the entire barracks, you are the only one who can handle this situation. Don't let me down."

"Should I feel honored?" Haitang said with a bitter face.

"Ziyang won't go back to Kyoto during this time. And... I told him that I will come here to assist you with military affairs." He Tingge said, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

"Then... I'll force myself to wrong and wrong myself." Haitang pretended to be regretful and said. But the corners of his mouth could not help but betrayed his heart at this time.

He Tingge certainly won't expose him.

Fu Qingcheng didn't wake up until noon. He was much more energetic than last night. He just couldn't get up because of the temperature of the bed. He Tingge helped him warm up his clothes, so he took them over and put them on.

"Where's Mu Lan?" Fu Qingcheng asked.

"It's said that I'm going to get the medicine. I think I'll go directly to Xujianya in two days." He Tingge put food in Fu Qingcheng's bowl.

Fu Qingcheng nodded. He ate the food in his mouth and didn't say anything else.

The black mane of the dragonfinch gleamed in the sun. Fu Qingcheng got on his horse and said, "I'll go back to Green Valley first. You take the child to the palace and give it to his father. Then we took the things and left.

He Tingge didn't say anything. He took Yihuan back to the capital first. He didn't know how the Mid-Autumn Festival would end this time. But Gao Zhan seemed to be sure of getting this book. I don't know where his confidence came from.

Thinking of Fu Qingcheng's trip here on purpose, it doesn't seem to have any special meaning. He Tingge frowned. He always felt that Fu Qingcheng was hiding something from him. The state last night was really wrong. But Fu Qingcheng didn't Said. He didn't know how to ask.

After He Tingge left, Fu Qingcheng went back to the barracks again. Haitang was surprised: "Little uncle, what did you forget?"

"Where's the broken army?" Fu Qingcheng said straight to the point.

Haitang didn't doubt that he was there. He went to He Tingge's tent to resist Po Jun. Fu Qingcheng reached out to take it. Although it was a little heavy, it was much lighter than Feng Yu. After thanking him, Fu Qingcheng rode away.

After He Tingge returned to Beijing, he went straight to the palace and stuffed Yi Huan into Gao Zhan's arms: "Look after me for a while."

Gao Zhan can't laugh or cry. Okay. Raising his own son has become someone else's care. Okay. This is also his own fault.

Yi Huan knew that her uncle was busy, so she obediently lay on Gao Zhan's lap and watched He Tingge leave. Gao Zhan pinched the back of his son's neck. It was so soft. It's been a long time since he held this child.

Yi Huan looked up at Gao Zhan with his neck up. After a long while, he whispered, "Daddy."

Gao Zhan smiled affectionately. It still sounds like a father. Every time I heard those children call him father, I would think of when their brothers were coveting the throne. The call of father was so fake.

He Tingge didn't even go back to the palace. It's just that Ziyunting stopped by reflex when passing by the palace. He Tingge patted his mane and smiled, "I'm homesick. I won't go back today. There are still important things to do."

Ziyunting shook his neck, raised his horse's hooves and continued walking.

Seeing He Tingge's servant, he rushed to report to Wang Ruyan excitedly. Wang Ruyan's hand that was embroidering flowers trembled when she heard this, piercing her fingers. But then she nervously asked the servant girl to see if she was well-groomed. The servant girl helped clean up. Then she went to the front yard nervously.

However, the guard guarding the door said that He Tingge just stopped for a while and then left.

Listening to the news, Wang Ruyan smiled wryly. Although she was lonely, her demeanor was not depressed. She turned around slowly and walked into this deep courtyard. The weather in the near autumn seems to be a bit cold.

It’s been a few days since I arrived at Cuigu. There are faintly discolored maple leaves in the Cuigu near autumn. It’s mixed in the green forest. It’s not a romantic feeling.

"Why is the Pojun here?" He Tingge was a little surprised when he saw the weapons placed in the Cangbing Pavilion.

"I brought it." Fu Qingcheng explained: "I originally asked you to bring it. It's just that it's inconvenient for you to go to the palace. I brought it back for you first. This trip to Xujianya. You need weapons."

He Tingge nodded. That's what he said. The Fengyu bow was still in the compartment. He Tingge could take it off with a little force. But this time, for some reason, Fengyu gave him a strange feeling. It seemed that he wanted to