Peerless Junior Uncle

Come visit again. "

Da Situ said clearly: "Alright, your body is important."

He Tingge said a few more polite words and left Situ's mansion. When the night wind blew, his drunkenness faded away. There were not many people on the road. The servant at the door asked, "Do you want a servant to prepare a car for the little prince?"

He Tingge waved his hand, he smelled of alcohol now, let's go back and be blown by the wind.

He was walking a few steps, but he heard someone calling him from behind: "Little Prince."

He Tingge turned his head, looked at the people who came over, and frowned: "Princess?"

Ru Yan walked over a few steps, looked at He Tingge, a little confused: "My lord, Ru Yan knows that father's topic tonight is a bit sensitive, don't mind it."

He Tingge shook his head faintly: "The princess is overthinking."

Ru Yan nodded and said: "Father said this must be because of Ru Yan's thoughts, but Ru Yan knows that the little prince doesn't care about these mundane things, the little prince doesn't need to bother him, Ru Yan will not disturb the little prince."

He Tingge was a little surprised by the woman's confession. He carefully looked at the person in front of him. Although the delicate face was a bit impressive, the eyes looking at him were extremely bright and calm. He nodded and said, "Okay." .”

The corners of Ru Yan's lips twitched, but in the end she didn't say anything, He Tingge said lightly: "It's windy here, the Princess should go back." After finishing speaking, she turned and walked towards the night.

"You really don't remember me?" Ru Yan asked softly behind her.

He Tinge turned back suddenly, his brows furrowed, and said, "Sorry."

Ru Yan twitched the corners of her mouth miserably, and finally said with a wry smile: "I knew..." Turning around and walking into the gate, He Tingge looked at the back and lowered his eyes. Woke up, that reckless woman last night, when she was still holding a peach blossom...

Walking into the night, the night wind caresses her hair, since there is no fate, why leave her with those thoughts......

When he returned to the mansion, the butler was about to close the door. Seeing He Tingge coming, he hurriedly said: "My lord, I thought you weren't coming back."

"Where are you going if you don't come back?" He Tingge said casually, but the housekeeper chuckled. Since He Tingli took over the financial affairs, he has been free, and has nothing to do all day.

He Tingge walked to the door of the room, turned his head to look at the wing room not far away, the lights were on, Fu Qingcheng came back, thought for a while, turned his steps, walked over, and tapped on the door frame twice.

"Come in." A faint voice came from inside.

He Tingge pushed open the unlocked door and walked in. He heard the sound of water, turned his head and saw the edge of the wooden barrel was exposed behind the screen on one side...

"I'm sorry..." He Tingge said awkwardly, he didn't expect that Fu Qingcheng was taking a bath now.

"It's just in time, help me rub my uncle's back." Fu Qingcheng said calmly: "I touched that thing today, and I can't sleep well without washing it."

He Tingge was a little embarrassed, after all, he took a step and walked behind the screen. Looking at the situation in front of him, he secretly gasped.Fu Qingcheng was lying on the edge of the wooden barrel, with his back to He Tingge, his jet-black hair was wet on his fair shoulders, water droplets slid down the lines of his back, and there was no ripple in the water... He Tingge looked at it, feeling a little angry, but still calmed down, and walked over to pick up the towel on the edge of the barrel.

"Where did the little prince go tonight?" Fu Qingcheng asked lazily lying on the side of the barrel.

He Tingge controlled his trembling fingertips, took a towel and put it on Fu Qingcheng's back: "I went to Situ's mansion, Da Situ asked about my father's situation."

Fu Qingcheng enjoyed the soft feeling on his back, and said: "Actually, if you want me to say, that Princess Ruyan is pretty good, it's rare for a Taiwei to be generous."

With a pause on his back for scrubbing his hands, He Tingge asked, "Did you go to Situ's Mansion?"

"No, it's clear at a glance when I pinch my fingers for uncle." Fu Qingcheng looked back at He Tingge, his eyes were a little moist in the mist, and said with a smile, "Would you like to help you divination for my uncle's marriage?"

"Okay." The corners of He Tingge's lips twitched, lifted the hair on Fu Qingcheng's shoulders, and wiped it with a towel, but his brows frowned: "This is..." His fingers lightly touched the back of his neck A scar on his body has already healed, but due to the depth of the wound, the imprint left behind cannot be erased.

"There's no reason for a person to not get hurt in the rivers and lakes. It's just a minor injury." Fu Qingcheng rubbed the back of his neck indifferently.

"Who?" He Tingge frowned.

"There are too many people, I can't see clearly." Fu Qingcheng turned his head: "Hurry up, I'm exhausted after a busy day."

He Tingge didn't ask any more, this injury was sustained in two years, if such a vicious knife wound was an inch away, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to see this person.Thinking about it, Singer He Ting didn't stop, rubbing Fu Qingcheng's back, and said: "Come out and say."

After all, he turned out of the screen, didn't care about Fu Qingcheng's words, went to the back room and sat down by the bed, thought about it and then pulled off the quilt to cover his body. After drinking, he was still warm.

So when Fu Qingcheng slipped back to the bed like a gust of wind, got into the bed, and let out a sigh of satisfaction: "It's warm.", He Tingge felt how considerate his behavior was!

Fu Qingcheng was wearing his underwear covering the quilt, sitting on the bed, his hair was still a little wet, He Tingge got up and brought over a dry towel: "Why did you lie to Mu Lan today."

Fu Qingcheng turned his back to He Tingge: "I'm not sure if it's him, tell Mu Lan that he needs to be in a hurry."

He Tingge rubbed Fu Qingcheng's not-so-soft but smooth hair, and asked, "Who?"

"He..." Fu Qingcheng paused, then looked back at He Tingge with a seriousness in his eyes that he had never seen before: "It's Mu Ze. Mu Lan's elder brother."

He Tingge frowned: "What's going on?"

Fu Qingcheng turned his head and recalled softly: "Mu Lan's temper is so cold, in fact, it is because of his feelings for Master and the three brothers. He hates them, but he can't hate them. The reason is because of Mu Ze. The uncle accepted him as a disciple, but the master found out by accident that Mu Ze has a physical problem, he is a rare medicine body."

"What?" He Tingge asked in confusion.

"The body of the medicine is a kind of medicine furnace. It can withstand all the properties of the medicine, but it is safe and sound, but it is different from the invulnerability of a hundred poisons. It is a fusion of everything. Uncle Qiangu thought that such a disciple would be taken under his sect, not only I can refine medicine to a higher level. Moreover, if I guide it properly, Mu Ze's medical achievements will be higher than myself, and he will save the world and save people. Regarding this, the master did not express his position clearly. He felt that Mu Ze had hidden dangers, but Qiangu The uncle's words are not unreasonable, everyone wants someone to pass on the mantle." Fu Qingcheng repeated lightly: "However, one time later, when Uncle Qiangu was testing Mu Ze, once he left, he never went back. It’s been 13 years now.”

"Then how do you know it's him?"

"I'm actually not sure." Fu Qingcheng tightened the quilt: "Ten years ago, when I first arrived in Cuigu and stayed in the Liyuan, I first saw Mu Lan who was brought by Uncle Qiangu, who was about the same age as me. , He and Mu Ze are orphans. He came to look for his brother, but when he learned that his brother disappeared three years ago, he immediately thought that Master and the others hid his brother, so he hated Master and the others very much. No matter how Uncle explained, he would always look for his brother. Until he came to Cuigu, I saw him sniffing a corner very seriously, and he said it smelled like his brother."

"But he said that he didn't know when his brother came here, so he wasn't sure if his brother was still in Cuigu." Fu Qingcheng touched his hair that was almost dry: "He was very disappointed at the time, he knew You can't blame the master and uncle, but his brother is indeed gone, so he can only vent his resentment on them."

"Your purpose of staying in Green Valley is to find out about Muze's whereabouts?" He Tingge put the towel aside and sat on the bed. Fu Qingcheng arched his cold hands and feet towards He Tingge: "Muze is a medicine body. Feed poison to grow up, his own toxicity, there is no cure, if it is used by people with bad intentions, the consequences will be disastrous. I stayed in Cuigu because I saw the torn beast corpses in the dense forest of Cuigu, Fangyuan Not a single blade of grass grows within two meters, and I can’t think of anything else besides the medicine man.”

"You think Muze killed those people?"

"Well, at the moment, my guess is that it's him." Fu Qingcheng lay in bed: "So, tomorrow I'm going to visit Cuigu, in fact, I wish it wasn't him, if it were him, things would be very difficult. "

"I'll go with you." He Tinge said.

"En." Fu Qingcheng nodded.

Seeing Fu Qingcheng blinking sleepily, He Tingge asked softly, "Have you had a meal after a busy day?"

"Not really." Fu Qingcheng yawned, still putting his hand on He Tingge's waist to keep warm, reluctant to put it down.

He Tingge adjusted his quilt helplessly: "Then do you want to eat before going to bed?"

"No need." Fu Qingcheng narrowed his eyes, hooked the corners of his lips, and said lazily: "The little prince eats ginseng as a carrot, give me a bite, maybe I will be full."

He Tingge raised his eyebrows in surprise, so he lay down and looked at Fu Qingcheng sideways: "What do you say?"

Fu Qingcheng didn't reply, curled the corners of his mouth sleepily, turned over, pressed on He Tingge's body, pulled He Tingge's collar, and bit He Tingge's neck.

He Tingge took a deep breath. Although it didn't hurt, the touch of his lips and teeth made him tremble slightly. Seeing Fu Qingcheng raised his head and twitched his mouth, He Tingge saw that he was sleepy and seemed to be confused, and smiled. Said: "How does it taste?"

"It's okay, but it's not as good as Jiuwei Pavilion.