Peerless Junior Uncle

, Haitang was not happy: "Shooting stupid!"

"It was stupid." He Tingge said lightly, and then said: "What did you do to those two people?"

Haitang rolled his lips and rolled his eyes at him: "Of course it's to give him some pain. Of course, it's not too much. If I kill him, I will become the sinner who started the war."

"Do you know who that person is?"

"The one with the mustache?"

"No."

"The other one is said to be a Rouran nobleman. I don't know if he is a relative of the emperor or not."

"Oh."

"Oh what?"

"It's nothing."

"........"

It was already midnight when we returned to the palace, Haitang yawned and went back to his room to sleep, He Tingge thought about it, but came all the way to the wing.

Although I thought that Mu Lan had already fallen asleep, I still had doubts in my heart, and I still wanted to figure it out.

Looking at the dark room, He Tingge took a deep breath, raised his hand, and knocked on the door.

After a while, I saw Mu Lan standing at the door with a cold face, enough to freeze a lion to death, looking at He Tingge, as if if He Tingge didn't have enough reasons to spare his love dream, he was going to wash it up and give it to him Try the medicine.

"Uh... Mu Lan, I'm sorry to bother you so late." Seeing the description of the boy, He Tingge said awkwardly.

"Say." Mu Lan opened the door to let He Tingge in, then looked at him coldly, before He Tingge could speak, she frowned, her face turned cold again, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and she pulled him away He Tinge's sleeves.

He Tingge was taken aback by him, and saw Mu Lan grabbing his sleeve and bringing it up to his nose, sniffing lightly, and frowning a little more.

"What's wrong?" He Tingge asked.

"Where did you come from?" Mu Lan answered the wrong question, looked at He Tingge and asked in a cold voice, then sneered and said, "Don't tell me it's from your concubine's sister?"

He Tingge frowned upon hearing this: "Is there really a problem?"

Mu Lan pursed her thin lips, and said with a sneer, "How do you see that there is a problem?"

"I'm just guessing."

"There are cold creek grass ingredients in it." Mu Lan's complexion was a little bit better at this time, but she still sneered, which seemed to be a bit contemptuous.

The bed is quite wide, let me half of it for Uncle?

"There is Hanxi grass in it." Mu Lan's complexion was a little better at this time, but she still sneered, seeming to have a bit of contempt: "Although the ingredients are only a little, and they are not poisonous, but after eating for a long time If you eat it, women will age very quickly, especially women who have just given birth, they will lose energy and blood. If you eat this food, not only will you age quickly, but you will gradually lose your mind in the later stage."

He Tingge felt chills when he heard it, who did this?

"She probably didn't start eating until after giving birth, that is, she ate enough for three days, so it's fine." Mu Lan said, "However, if you can stop it today, what about the day after tomorrow?"

"Who could it be?" He Tingge murmured, concubine?Are women so cruel to each other?

"I'm sleepy." Mu Lan said.

He Tingge walked out the door, feeling an indescribable palpitation in his heart. All he faced were real deaths, and he had never come into contact with such a sinister and hot victim. Involuntarily, a chill gradually rose from the soles of his feet. heart.

From Mu Lan's place, he walked back to the room calmly, although he didn't know the so-called sister, or brother, or even the so-called father, at least for him at present.However, he is not blind either. He sees in his heart those people's concern for him, and he really loves him as a relative.

He Tingli has reached the crown now, and he is a civil servant in the current dynasty. He seems to be a scholar of the Wenge University. He has his own residence and does not live in the palace.

Thinking of this, He Tingge was a little puzzled. Why, it was he who took the title, not the eldest son?

All of this still needs to be understood by him. There is still a long way to go, and he has to adapt to these lives.Taking a deep breath, the palace was quiet under the night, and the lit lanterns in the long corridor also flickered with the slight night wind.The stars are not bright, and the moon is also faintly hiding behind the clouds. It seems that the sky is about to change again.

After opening the door, He Tingge was taken aback, the room was brightly lit.

"The tea in Wang's Mansion is not bad." The side of the table was azure, drinking a cup of warm tea in his hand, watching He Tingge come in and stunned, his handsome face was filled with a faint smile.

He Tingge always knew that Fu Qingcheng was fine, but he was always worried about it. He also thought about when and what scene he would meet next time, but it was never like this.So when he opened the door and saw the familiar figure, for a moment, his mind short-circuited.

"Why are you here?" After a long time, He Tingge recovered his voice and asked calmly.

Fu Qingcheng put down his glass: "Come here for a night for my uncle."

He Tingge frowned, although he was quite happy to see this person, but this person's inconspicuous answers made him speechless.

"Don't be stingy." Fu Qingcheng came over and pulled in He Tingge who was still standing at the door: "I can be regarded as Ye Qian Wangfu, don't tie up my uncle and send him to the yamen."

He Tingge let him pull himself in, a little powerless: "Why do you think so?"

"Hmm..." Fu Qingcheng blinked: "I heard you talking to Mu Lan just now."

"So, that's why you're here?" He Tingge raised his eyebrows.

Fu Qingcheng tapped the back of his neck with the hand of the folding fan, and then slowly said: "Actually, you don't have to think so much. There are some things that can't be avoided if you don't participate, just like your sister."

"I know." He Tingge said: "But I really don't understand who wants her to die? Or crazy? Is it just jealousy among the women in the harem? Or, there is an ulterior conspiracy in it?"

"What do you think?" Fu Qingcheng heard the words.After a long time, he asked softly.

He Tingge shook his head: "I don't know much about these yet."

Fu Qingcheng smiled, and said lightly, "You will always understand." After speaking, he yawned lightly: "My lord, your bed looks quite wide, don't you mind giving me half of it?"

He Tingge is no stranger to the jump of the topic: "You go to sleep." It can be seen that Fu Qingcheng's mental state is not very good, probably because of something in the past few days, and he doesn't want to talk about Cuigu. Ask, anyway, the connection with him there is just a Fu Qingcheng, since that person is here well, that's enough.

He asked the servant girl to prepare washing water, and He Tingge washed it briefly. He planned to go to another room to sleep, but after thinking about it, he went back and lay on his own bed. There is a He Yuan, it is better not to attract attention.Thinking of this, the corners of He Tingge's mouth curled up. He was in a good mood tonight.

Fu Qingcheng may have been busy for a few days. As for what he was busy with, He Tingge didn't ask, and he didn't say anything.Now that it was considered safe, I washed myself well, and my whole body felt much more relaxed.Wearing his own fur coat given by He Tingge, fortunately, the two of them are about the same size, but they look wider.

Walking a few steps to the bed, He Tingge was sleeping outside, Fu Qingcheng rolled inside and stuffed himself under the quilt. Since his hair was still wet, he didn't lie down.

The night before summer was still cold, Fu Qingcheng stuffed his cold hands and feet into He Tingge's arms: "Have you ever thought about what to do next?"

He Tingge looked at Fu Qingcheng's wet hair, handsome face, and a pair of peach eyes. He didn't know whether he was suffocated by the water vapor or sleepy. He was a little hazy. When he suddenly heard Fu Qingcheng's question, he subconsciously thought about it.

"Er..." He Tingge blinked, shook off the sudden thought, despised himself, and blushed a little: "I haven't thought of it yet, maybe my father will make arrangements."

Seeing his blushing face suddenly, Fu Qingcheng was a little depressed: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm going to get a towel." After finishing speaking, she rolled out of bed and went to get a dry towel.

Fu Qingcheng yawned, touched his hair that was still wet, and wanted to dry it with internal force, but saw He Tingge coming over with a towel, but he didn't move, so he simply crawled forward and sat with his back to He Tingge. beside the bed.

Sighing, He Tingge resigned himself to wiping his hair with a towel.Speaking of which, He Tingge should be regarded as a Manchu. According to the patriarchal clan at that time, their He family is also a descendant of Zhengbaqi. Although he has never had a braid, he always feels that men with long hair are ugly.

But now, touching the silky black hair in his hand, he felt that it was not bad.

The two of them didn't say anything else, and when He Tingge had almost dried his hair, he realized that the man had already fallen asleep.

"What have you been doing these days?" He Tingge said helplessly to himself: "Can you fall asleep while sitting like this?" He whispered a few words, put the person away, covered the quilt, turned off the light, and got into bed by himself. Entering the quilt, habitually embraced the other party's cold legs into his arms.

Maybe, it's good, it's good to have someone who can care about him by his side, other things, He Tingge doesn't care about it long ago, the rise and fall of the world, what does it have to do with him?He has lived the life of a golden and iron horse for many years, is it just to live a stable life?

For Fu Qingcheng, only by He Tingge's side can he fall asleep so defenselessly, without thinking about anything, without tensing his nerves, or being on guard against others.

No one knows how much he has suffered. When children of the same age were enjoying their childhood, he was always having nightmares.Even living in fear all the time, after experiencing the pain that others don't know, his disposition has changed, his indifference, his gentleness, are all rejecting, looking at the intrigue of this world with cold eyes