Peerless Junior Uncle

Sure, it might have been stolen long ago. Fu Qingcheng shrugged: "Anyway, I have to go there, let's talk about it." "

"Okay." He Tingge thought for a while and said, "When are you leaving?"

"What's the hurry, uncle, I will tell you when the time comes." Fu Qingcheng smiled: "Are you not nervous?"

"What are you nervous about?"

"Tomb robbers."

"How?" He Tingge blinked.

"......" Fu Qingcheng drank tea: "It's not good."

A muffled thunder resounded in the sky, Haitang looked up at the receding clouds, and at the closed door, but he still didn't speak.Xu Ziyang closed the door the moment he saw him coming, and the apology he hadn't had time to say was stuck in his throat.

Sitting on the steps in front of the door until evening, no one inside made a sound, Haitang leaned against the pillar beside him, and scratched his hair angrily, the boy who came to deliver the meal looked at Haitang in front of the door, and blinked: "General Hai, sir hasn't come out yet?"

Haitang nodded, and the boy said: "Sir, I haven't eaten for a whole day." Looking at the tray in his hand, he said helplessly, "I didn't get up until noon, it looks like I was sick, I didn't eat anything, I went out, When I came back, I was in a daze inside, this afternoon, I must have something to eat."

Haitang frowned when he heard this, got up and took the food from the boy's hand, stood in front of the door and said, "Ziyang!"

The people inside didn't say a word, Haitang's slender brows frowned: "You don't make a sound, I'm coming in!"

"I'm not hungry." Xu Ziyang said coldly inside.

Haitang's hand on the door paused and retracted: "I know you don't want to see me now, but don't make things difficult for yourself. If you don't see me, I won't go in. You've eaten your meal."

Xu Ziyang didn't make a sound, lying on the bed a little exhausted, he didn't want to eat, but he felt uncomfortable and had no appetite at all. Hearing the words outside, he suddenly became angry, he didn't want to see him?Who ran away after eating and wiping clean early in the morning?Now he doesn't want to see people?Could it be that he should have run to him early in the morning and cried to make him responsible?He is a scholar, but he is not weak!

"You bring the food in." The boy was given the food and let him in. The door was not locked, and it opened with a push, but the people inside were unwilling to come out, and the people outside were afraid to go in.

It wasn't until the boy left that Haitang leaned against the door and sat on the threshold, trying to recall the plot of last night, but there was only a vague feeling in his mind, and the rest was really vague.

The rain came as expected, from the beginning to the end, when Haitang came to his senses, half of his body was drenched, but he didn't care, but the lights in the house were not turned on from the beginning to the end.

Overlord hard on the bow

Looking at the person who came in with a pillow in his arms, Fu Qingcheng blinked: "What's wrong?"

He Tingge turned around and closed the door. The sound of the pattering rain outside was blocked out, and he threw the pillow on the bed: "What's the matter? No sleep?"

"why?"

"No reason, I just want to sleep with you." He Tingge laid down on the bed carelessly, with his arms under his head, and looked at the displeased person beside the bed.

"Young master, is this trying to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors?" Fu Qingcheng put one arm on his chest, and poked He Tingge's chest with the other: "By the way, do people who know you outside know this side of you?"

"I don't know." He Tingge thought about it seriously and shook his head, "It's fine for the little uncle to know, but don't go out and sell me out."

Fu Qingcheng sneered, turned around and took off his coat, and picked him up again: "Make the bed for Uncle Wei."

He Tingge straightened his deformed skirt: "I'm afraid there is no one else who asked the little prince to make the bed except you."

"Not happy?" Fu Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, and leaned against the bed with his arms crossed, watching He Tingge who was making the bed.

"Yes, who told you to be my little uncle." He Tingge spread out the bed and put two pillows. Fortunately, the bed in the wing room of the palace is wide enough for two people to sleep comfortably: "Actually, I think My bed is soft."

"Then change it, and honor your silk couch as an uncle."

"You like it?" He Tingge straightened up and said, "I'll get you one from the Western Regions?"

"That's a good thing." Fu Qingcheng rubbed his nose and smiled: "Speaking of which, I'll get one for Ziyang by the way."

Speaking of Xu Ziyang, He Tingge frowned slightly, and Haitang didn't know if he was ready?Thinking about it, I felt a little helpless. One didn't remember anything and felt that he had forced the other party, while the other thought that the other party had eaten and wiped himself clean, so he ran away early in the morning without seeing anyone.What a headache.

"Speaking of which, Ziyang is lucky to be with you all these years." He Tingge approached Fu Qingcheng: "You didn't intend to suggest him to take the exam for fame? With his talent, the top three is not a problem, is it?"

The corners of Fu Qingcheng's lips slanted when he heard this: "What can fame do? Eat it? With his temperament, he might be beheaded one day. Where do you let Haitang cry? It's so good now, like learning I learned that there are plenty of books I want to read, and you don’t have to be an official to learn something.”

He Tingge nodded: "It's true, hey~ Tell me, if I didn't go to Cuigu, wouldn't I be able to meet you?"

Fu Qingcheng blinked, looked at He Tingge, and smiled abruptly: "You haven't remembered yet?"

"Remember what?" He Tingge frowned, suddenly remembered that dream, and said, "You mean, we met a long time ago?"

Fu Qingcheng sighed helplessly, and poked He Tingge's chest with his finger: "I don't know how much you have forgotten, but I still remember that even if you didn't go to Cuigu, I would come out to look for you, it's just a matter of time."

He Tingge grabbed Fu Qingcheng's finger: "I dreamed about it."

"Dream?" Fu Qingcheng asked back: "Dream what?"

He Tingge held Fu Qingcheng's hand that hadn't been drawn back and thought for a while, "I dreamed that we met when we were young." Looking at Fu Qingcheng's bright eyes, he endured it and said, "But, what I want to say is that I There are no memories of that at all."

Fu Qingcheng paused, and said, "What do you mean?"

"I..." He Tingge was a little embarrassed, the person in the part of Fu Qingcheng's memory was not him at all, he was just a substitute: "I sometimes wonder if I am He Tingge, because I... ...."

Fu Qingcheng put his slender fingers on He Tingge's lips, and said softly: "You are He Tingge, you are the only one in the world. It's fine if you don't have any memory. It doesn't matter if you don't remember. There are some things that you don't need to remember. He is also in your subconscious, in your heart. Where you can’t see it, it’s always there.”

Seeing Fu Qingcheng's determined eyes, He Tingge didn't know if he could continue, and held the cold fingertips on his lips: "Qingcheng..."

"Call Master Uncle." Fu Qingcheng smiled.

He Tingge sighed helplessly, relieved in his heart, as long as he is by his side now, in the past, no matter who he is, he will not let him go, and stretched out his hand to pinch Fu Qingcheng's face: "Little uncle."

Fu Qingcheng patted his hand off: "You think I'm Yihuan?"

"Then call me uncle?"

"Good idea!" Fu Qingcheng wrinkled his nose.

With a smile on the corners of He Tingge's lips, he raised Fu Qingcheng's chin and kissed him. Fu Qingcheng frowned, and pushed He Tingge away. With a flick of He Tingge's brows, he saw Fu Qingcheng's flat sleeves pressing He Tingge's shoulder, and sat him down on the bed : "It's my turn."

He Tingge laughed, and saw Fu Qingcheng put one hand on his shoulder, and stretched out his slender fingers with the other hand to lift He Tingge's chin. After thinking for a moment, he lowered his head and kissed him.

The cold touch carried a bit of the aroma of pear blossom poems. He Tingge didn't move. He blinked and looked at the person who was kissing seriously in front of him. Got to tickle myself.

Thinking back on the way He Tingge kissed him, Fu Qingcheng always felt something was wrong, frowned, straightened up, pinched his chin to look at He Tingge, He Tingge supported the edge of the bed with one hand, and blinked at Fu Qingcheng in front of him.

Fu Qingcheng pursed her thin lips, what's the difference?No, try again!He took a step forward and directly overthrew He Tingge, climbed up by himself, and knelt down beside He Tingge with one knee. Bow?"

"Any opinion?" Fu Qingcheng raised his eyebrows.

"No." He Tingge smiled, and picked Fu Qingcheng's chin with his finger: "Do you want me to teach you?"

Fu Qingcheng pinched He Tingge's chin, snorted coldly, and pressed it down. He Tingge couldn't laugh or cry, stretched out his hand to grab the back of Fu Qingcheng's head, kissed Fu Qingcheng's lips in a rebellious manner, and whispered: "I don't want to learn."

Fu Qingcheng wanted to break free, but after hearing the words, he thought about it, so he did.Simply feel He Tingge's kiss seriously, um... so it looks like this.

However, just when Fu Qingcheng felt that something was going on, he suddenly paused, propped his head up on the bed, and the next moment there were footsteps coming from the door.Accompanied by the steward's voice: "Little uncle, is the little prince there?"

Fu Qingcheng got out of bed and pulled He Ting to sing, frowned and said, "He's here, what's the matter?"

He Tingge was annoyed, why did he come to sabotage again.

"My lord, General Xie is here, please see my lord."

He Tingge frowned, General Xie?Isn't that one of He Yuan's subordinates?Is something wrong?

"Go and have a look." Fu Qingcheng said.

He Tingge nodded and opened the door to go out. The rain was still falling and there was no intention of stopping. When he came all the way to the hall, he saw Xie Hu was fidgeting in the hall. His armor was wet by the rain and was still dripping. Seeing He Tingge coming in, he was busy He bowed and said: "The last general pays homage to the young prince."

"General Xie, is this?" He Tingge asked Xie Hu while supporting him.

"My lord, my lord is injured and sick.