Peerless Junior Uncle

If this person is an enemy on the field, it will be a tough battle.

The man smiled heartily: "Your Excellency is superb at chess, I'm willing to bow down."

He Tingge smiled; "That's ridiculous, it's just a fluke."

At this time, the little monk inside came out, and brought a smiling woman. When she saw He Tingge, she was stunned and said: "Benefactor, the six hexagrams are over for today..."

Seeing this, He Tingge didn't talk nonsense, got up and walked into the inner room, the little monk was about to say something when he saw the man in the fine clothes wave his hand: "Young master, don't worry, let me send you out first."

Inside is a larger space, bright and majestic, with a scent of Zen in the air. He Tingge saw at a glance the man in Tsing Yi who was standing in front of the Buddha lamp and adding sesame oil to it. , The azure robe still looks like a memory.

"What are you measuring?" Fu Qingcheng asked He Tingge softly with his back turned.

He Tingge looked at his back and said in a deep voice, "Two words, Fengxi."

Fu Qingcheng's hand holding the lamp oil paused, and when he looked back, he saw He Tingge looking at him. He Tingge, who was dressed in gold silk and white pattern casual clothes, looked extraordinarily upright, and his handsome face was no longer as youthful as it was when he was a teenager.

"Long time no see." After a long time, Fu Qingcheng smiled with his thin lips parted.

He Tingge looked at him, and suddenly remembered that when he first entered the troupe garden, that young man talked and laughed like this: "My name is Fu Qingcheng." Thinking of this, the corners of He Tingge's lips twitched: "Long time no see."

"Why did the little prince come here?" Fu Qingcheng walked out of the room, picked up the tea on the table and made a cup, and said calmly.

"I have nothing to do, just wander around." He Tinge paused.

The corners of Fu Qingcheng's lips twitched, and he handed over the tea: "Try it, it's a new one from Brother Zhou, it's the best Maojian."

He Tingge took it and looked at the man drinking tea, Brother Zhou?The man looked at He Tingge at him, put down his teacup and smiled and said: "I don't know if it's the little prince who is here, but he still looks at Haihan. It will be next Zhou Yong."

He Tingge raised his hand: "Mr. Zhou is too polite." But he felt a little weird in his heart. Although this man could not see his figure in his gestures, he still felt that he was not an ordinary person.

"Wuchen, if you have something to do, I'll leave first, see you later, little prince, I'll take my leave first." Zhou Yong said, and was about to leave.

"Alright." Fu Qingcheng said, "I will entertain you in my humble house next time."

Zhou Yong had stepped over the threshold with one foot, turned his head and smiled when he heard the words: "Very good." After saying that, he left the small courtyard.

"Little Master Uncle has lived a good two years." He Tingge said calmly while drinking tea, and muttered in his heart: what is so good, so-so.

But Fu Qingcheng sat down on the chair beside him: "It's okay, but..." Speaking of this, he looked at He Tingge in a long tune.

"What?" He Tingge was amazed that Fu Qingcheng actually played Tai Chi with him.

"Little prince." Fu Qingcheng leaned over and asked softly: "You are a celebrity in the court and the public, and the emperor's brother-in-law. Look, we have been friends for so many years, can you make a relationship with Uncle Wei?"

He Tingge raised his eyebrows: "This is little uncle?"

Fu Qingcheng moved a chair and sat opposite He Tingge, approached him seriously, and said softly, "I want to be an official."

Sanshengshu

Fu Qingcheng moved a chair and sat opposite He Tingge, approached him seriously, and said softly, "I want to be an official."

Hearing that He Tingge choked his throat with a sip of tea, he took a sip so as not to spit it out in a shameful way, carefully looked at the serious person in front of him, and after confirming again and again that it was him, he swallowed the tea in his throat .

He Tingge felt that he should ask why as a matter of course, but when the words came to his mouth, he scratched his mouth and turned into interested: "Okay, what is the intention of the little uncle?"

"Uh, I don't have much ambition to be an uncle." Fu Qingcheng leaned back in his chair, faced He Tingge, and thought about it: "The Ministry of Household Affairs, how about it, just have a fourth-rank official position."

He Tingge was careful not to drink water this time, but the corners of his mouth twitched: Hubu?Not too ambitious? !

"How did little uncle think of being an official?"

"Hey." Fu Qingcheng sighed, looking at He Tingge: "It's too tiring to do business, it's great to be an official, especially the household department, you can be greedy, and after a year, you can earn more than me."

He Tingge resisted the urge to touch his forehead and said, "Is that all you want?"

"Yes, look." Fu Qingcheng straightened up, bent over to He Tingge, his hair slid down his shoulders and onto the back of He Tingge's hands on his knees, itching: "Your soldiers' salary and food are paid a month. How many?"

He Tingge is not very clear about this, but there are 10 people, which is probably not a lot. Li Qi has given these to Li Qi, so he didn't ask. When asked, brows frowned, why did you mention this all of a sudden?

"In the past two years, the Imperial Household Department has been greedy for your northern army's military salary every day sitting on the grand master's chair. According to the accounts Ziyang gave me, it is more than 1000 million taels at least." Fu Qingcheng looked up. He Tingge: "And your uncle and I have earned tens of millions of taels after working so hard for the past two years. In this way, being an official is indeed much more cost-effective."

Fu Qingcheng's hair was wrapped around He Tingge's fingers. Hearing this, his brows frowned again: "You mean that the imperial court has deducted almost 1000 million taels of military pay from our army in the past two years? How could that be? The monthly military pay They were distributed on time, there was no shortage of food and grass, and Li Qi never mentioned it."

The corners of Fu Qingcheng's lips twitched: "That's why I want to be an official, and get back the money I have lost to you in the past two years."

"You mean..." He Tingge took a deep breath. Could it be that almost half of the military salary in the past two years came from Fu Qingcheng?How did he have so much money?

"Money, as long as you have connections and ability, you can earn it naturally." Fu Qingcheng seemed to see what he was thinking, and smiled lightly. Just as he was about to look up, he found that his hair was entangled in He Ting singer. Before letting go, he simply put one hand on his knee and held his cheek.

He Tingge's heart is a little confused now. For two years, the emperor ignored him, and the Ministry of Households withheld military pay. What was the reason for?Force He Yuan?

"Don't think about it, it's useless to think about it, I said, I won't let you lose." Fu Qingcheng raised his head to look at He Tingge: "Before this layer of paper is pierced, he will have nothing to do with you and the prince. "

He Tingge looked down at Fu Qingcheng. He hadn't seen him for two years. His face, which had long since shed the youthfulness, became more elegant and handsome, with a faint temperament. This person, really, is the only one in the world.The corners of his lips curled up, and he raised his hand to pinch Fu Qingcheng's cheeks. It felt good: "Have you eaten at noon?"

Fu Qingcheng frowned, and glanced at He Tingge: "It's not big or small...haven't eaten yet."

"There is only one person in the world who runs a restaurant by himself and is still hungry." He Tingge stood up helplessly and said, "Let's go and eat."

"Didn't you eat it?" Fu Qingcheng took out a folding fan from his waist and slowly opened it, followed behind He Tingge: "You smell like alcohol."

"Hungry again."

"Where's Haitang?"

"At Ziyang's place."

"Have you seen it?"

"Well, the food in Jiuwei Pavilion is pretty good. By the way," He Tingge looked back at Fu Qingcheng: "Someone smashed your place at noon today."

"Well..." Fu Qingcheng tapped his shoulder with a fan: "It's too much, as long as the building is not demolished, Ziyang will get the money back, er, even if it is demolished, just rebuild it As for the dishes, the disciples of the Nine Fingers Cookery, if the dishes are not cooked well, they will smash the name of their master."

"People often kick the gym?"

"That's right, it's just a small fight, it's harmless, so don't mention it." Fu Qingcheng waved the folding fan in his hand, and walked forward: "There is a big tree in front, do you see it?" He said and pointed forward.

He Tingge looked along, and sure enough there was a treetop exposed behind the courtyard wall, it should have passed there when he came here, but he came in such a hurry that he didn't pay attention: "What's wrong?"

Fu Qingcheng didn't reply, just walked over.

When the two came to the yard, they saw many people chatting and laughing in the yard, but at first glance, they were almost all young men and women, one-on-one. Looking at the big tree, at least a hundred years old, planted in the In the middle of the courtyard, there are several people hugging it so thick, with luxuriant branches and leaves, covered with red ribbons, and decorated with small wooden signs below, densely packed with small characters.

"This is the three-life tree." Fu Qingcheng introduced: "The marriage tree in Ci'an Temple is said to be very spiritual. Write yourself and the other party's name and wishes on the wooden sign, tie it with a red ribbon and hang it where you can, and you will get bless."

He Tingge looked at those red ribbons, Sanshengshu?The corners of his lips twitched, he followed Fu Qingcheng out of the temple, walked on the steps, remembered that Zhou Yong again, and asked, "Who is that Zhou Yong?"

Hearing this, Fu Qingcheng paused as he was walking ahead, looked back at He Tingge who was on the upper step, and smiled: "What do you think?"

"Is he not an ordinary person?"

Fu Qingcheng turned his head, and the blue ribbon was blown up by the wind: "Why do you say that?"

He Tingge followed: "It feels like he's very good at chess."

"We met two years ago, and it's here." Fu Qingcheng stopped and looked at He Tingge: "He was just like you at the beginning, he didn't know how to play chess very much, and he didn't even know how to move. It will."

He Tingge didn't stop until he walked down the last floor, then turned to look at him: "He called you, Wuchen?"

"The abbot took it, it's convenient."

He Tingge didn't know why, so he suddenly didn't want to ask any more questions, nodded, and said, "Let's go." Feeling panicked, he turned around and remembered that person sitting in the meditation room, looking like a regular visitor, who he had missed in the past two years How much?

Fu Qingcheng walks in He Tinge