Peerless Junior Uncle

Even so, the man spat out a mouthful of blood, and when he raised his eyes to see He Tingge standing in front of him holding the gun handle, the chill all over his body was so piercing.

"If you dare to injure him, I will make you ashes." The deep and cold voice echoed in the underground palace, especially clear.

"I'm fine." Fu Qingcheng said softly from the side: "Fengxi, don't kill him."

Only then did He Tingge turn his head to look at Fu Qingcheng. The chill around him gradually dissipated, but his face was still tense. Hearing this, he let go of the handle of the gun in his hand and walked into Fu Qingcheng: "All right?"

Fu Qingcheng shook his head and looked at the person on the ground. The person was dressed in black under the dim light, but he was not wearing night clothes. His hair was tied up casually, most of which covered half of his face, and the exposed half of his face was not. It's just that the injury was too heavy or something, she was pale without a trace of blood, and the hand covering her chest was also pale and exposed, but there were faint purple-black lines on it.At this moment, he was panting heavily, but he didn't look up at them.

"Are you Mu Ze?" Fu Qingcheng asked.

The man paused for a moment, but did not answer. Fu Qingcheng frowned: "Do you still remember Mu Lan?" The man suddenly looked up at Fu Qingcheng when he heard the words, a trace of tension appeared on his pale face, and his sharp-edged face She has a five-point resemblance to Mu Lan, but her face is covered with purple and blue lines.

"He keeps looking for you again." Fu Qingcheng said.

"Mu Ze is dead." The man lowered his head and said hoarsely, leaning against the wall and stood up: "Let him die."

"Why?" Fu Qingcheng asked in a deep voice: "You have been away for so many years, and there is no news, leaving him alone, and now tell him you are dead?"

"He won't care now." Mu Ze's black hair was stained with a trace of blood.

"What on earth are you going to do? What's the matter with this poison?" Fu Qingcheng changed the subject.

"You don't need to know." Mu Ze said, "Let me go, or, kill me?"

Fu Qingcheng looked at him for a while and asked, "Where's Mo Qianqiu?"

Not only Mu Ze, but even He Tingge on the side was surprised, and Mu Ze paused for a moment: "He's dead."

"He fed you?" Fu Qingcheng asked directly, "What exactly does he want to do?"

Mu Ze didn't speak, and didn't look at Fu Qingcheng, he just said: "It has nothing to do with you. It's still the same sentence, let me go, or kill me? Don't ask me, I won't tell." He raised his eyes and glanced He Tingge: "As long as you and your father hold the military power for a day, he won't be able to make big waves."

The two frowned, He Tingge squinted at him, and said coldly: "You'd better make it clear."

"No comment." Mu Ze said.

"Let's go." Fu Qingcheng said suddenly.

Mu Ze looked at him, but didn't ask why, he staggered up the steps, but turned his head and said, "Don't tell Mu Lan." Then he disappeared on the steps.

"He is still alive." Fu Qingcheng took a deep breath.

"You mean Mo Qianqiu?" He Tingge asked.

"En." Fu Qingcheng walked up the steps: "I have investigated his identity, and he is probably the orphan of Qianyan."

"Yan?"

Fu Qingcheng nodded: "Looking at Mu Ze's situation now, I'm afraid it's true. Mu Ze was controlled by him and turned into a poisonous person. He is also looking for Shuangwu Qilu now."

"He wants to restore the country?" He Tingge frowned.

"Well, I'm afraid that's the case, but I don't know which force he has colluded with."

"Could it be Zhou?"

Fu Qingcheng shook his head and said, "Probably not, by the way, you don't know Zhou Yong's identity?"

He Tinge said: "I don't know, I just think he is not an ordinary person."

The corners of Fu Qingcheng's lips twitched: "He is Yu Wenyong, Emperor Wu of the Northern Zhou Dynasty."

"Yu Wenyong?" He Tingge said, thinking: This is really unexpected.

"Well, when I saw him for the first time two years ago, I guessed his identity, but it was just a tacit understanding." Fu Qingcheng said, just as he was about to say something, he frowned, and put his right hand on his chest.

"What's wrong?" Seeing this, He Tingge's heart tightened: "Are you injured?"

Fu Qingcheng frowned slightly: "If Mu Ze's palm hits you, I'm afraid you will die immediately. I have silk soft hedgehog damask, so I'm not afraid of his toxicity, but, there may be some internal injuries."

He Tingge didn't ask any more questions, and stretched out his arms to hug Fu Qingcheng: "Don't do this again in the future, can you bear it now?"

A few strands of cold sweat dripped from Fu Qingcheng's forehead, and he said with a smile: "Then you want to watch you die for my uncle? A white-haired man gives a black-haired man? It's not a big deal, just go back to the bamboo building and adjust your breath."

"Then wait until your hair turns gray." He Tingge said in a deep voice, except that the underground palace went straight to the bamboo building behind the pear garden, and the entrance of the underground palace behind it was gradually closed, without any trace of opening.

Dreamland

The sky had already darkened, and there was silence in the pear orchard, only the sound of hurried steps stepping on the dead leaves on the ground.

Fu Qingcheng leaned on He Tingge's shoulder and didn't make another sound. His physical condition was more serious than what he said. Mu Ze's skill was higher than his. Only when he is above him can he narrowly block that palm.The smell of blood in his mouth was getting stronger and stronger. Fu Qingcheng secretly lucked out to relieve the pain in his chest. Even though he had the silk soft hedgehog body protection, it didn't take away some of Mu Ze's internal strength. Otherwise, even if Mu Lan was present, he might be helpless.

He Tingge glanced at the paler face of the person in his arms, feeling restless in his heart, his injury is definitely not as simple as what he said, if he can catch Mu Ze's moves, how could he use his body to block it?Fu Qingcheng is not a fool.

Most of the inside of the bamboo building is intact, but it has not been cleaned for a long time, and it is covered with thick dust.But now He Tingge didn't have time to care too much, so he went straight up to the second floor, tore off the dusty sheets on the bed, and put the person in his arms on it.

He Tingge didn't dare to open his mouth, so he had to wait for him to adjust his breathing before asking with a frown, "How is it?"

"It's not a big problem, don't worry. It's just that the internal organs are damaged. Go back and let Mu Lan take care of it for a few days, and then it will be cured." Fu Qingcheng's pale face gradually turned blood, and he exhaled.

"The truth?" He Tingge was not at ease.

Fu Qingcheng opened his eyes to look at him, and couldn't help but smile: "When did Uncle Wei lie to you? If the injury is really serious, what can't I tell you?"

He Tingge listened, and felt less nervous. Seeing his expression gradually softening, he nodded and said, "I'm not feeling well."

"En." Fu Qingcheng hummed softly, leaned down on the railing beside the bed, and swept around the room: "The humble house is quite dusty, I have wronged the little prince."

Seeing that he was still in the mood for joking, He Tingge said helplessly, "Then let's feel wronged." As he spoke, he walked over to Fu Qingcheng, picked up the quilt and pillows, and hugged him downstairs.

Fu Qingcheng watched him walk out the door, and heard the sound of beating downstairs, his face gradually became serious, and he slowly raised his right hand to cover his left chest, what's going on?Why do I always feel like my heart is blocked?Mu Ze's palm was indeed heavy, and it was true that his internal organs were damaged, but what happened to this unprecedented feeling?

Before he had time to think about it, he heard He Tingge's voice coming back, so he had no choice but to give up.

"Let's make up for it first, we'll go back to Beijing tomorrow." He Tingge changed the fairly clean bedding onto Fu Qingcheng.Although it has not been washed for two years, it has not been used by anyone, so it is basically clean except for some dust.

Fu Qingcheng didn't speak, the injured person would always feel sleepy, so he would lie down under the quilt and curl himself up into a ball.

He Tingge took off his coat and lifted the quilt to cover Fu Qingcheng: "Is it cold?" Putting the quilt on, seeing Fu Qingcheng nodding with his eyes closed, he brought in the quilt he used to use from the outside room and covered him.

"You want to crush me to death." Fu Qingcheng said softly.

He Tinge said: "No way, I'll go get a brazier." He was also very helpless, he wanted to go up and hug Fu Qingcheng as a personal meat warmer, but unfortunately, this bed was originally for one person, and two people slept in it when they were teenagers It's okay on this small bed, but now that both of them are adults, they can't lie down at all. Besides, Fu Qingcheng is injured and needs to recuperate.

After working for a long time, I finally managed to make a brazier. There was not much charcoal, so I could only make do with half the night, but there was nothing I could do. No one thought that they would spend the night here under such circumstances.

Seeing that Fu Qingcheng had fallen asleep, He Tingge lay down gently on the small dry bed in the outside room. He didn't feel too cold wearing only his underwear. He never thought that he could sleep on this bed again. Sigh that fate tricks people.

Looking at the bright moon outside the window, He Tingge was a little puzzled, how did he come to this place?I just remember that he just went to Tang Yuzhen for a fight, and fell asleep when he came back. Why did he come to more than 1000 years ago in a daze?

In fact, when he thought about it carefully, those memories were already very blurred, and he was even in a trance. After all, was this a dream, or were the things that he thought really happened a dream?

He fell asleep in a daze, the moonlight hit He Tingge's handsome face, his straight eyebrows were slightly frowned, he seldom dreams, but dreams are dreams, you never know if you are dreaming in the dream.

But this time, He Tingge clearly felt that he was dreaming. In the dream, he was still wearing the gilded brocade suit he wore before. There was no change. There were bushes of different heights everywhere, and the sky was gray. It was a bit gloomy, and there were occasional bird calls in the woods, but it looked extraordinarily bleak.

After walking a few steps along some pedestrian trails in the forest, I heard a muffled thunder from the sky, and I frowned, is it going to rain?Although it is a dream, but