Peerless Junior Uncle

He stared blankly.

He Tingge smiled helplessly, and fastened the belt by himself. It's no wonder he is there, right?

"Can it work?" Fu Qingcheng glanced at He Tingge's waist, and raised the corner of his mouth playfully.

He Tingge was helpless, and exhaled: "Then what else can I do?" He straightened his waist, straightened his body, stood up, leaned against the wall on purpose, and the pain from the torn wound made him a little more conscious .

Fu Qingcheng just stood aside, seeing him like this, he couldn't help smiling, turned his head to look around, let out a breath, and pretended to be relaxed, "How about I help you?" But his face didn't look at He Tinge looked away awkwardly.

He Tingge blinked when he heard the words, and saw that Fu Qingcheng didn't speak. Fu Qingcheng waited for a while, but he didn't hear him speak. He frowned and turned his head, and saw He Tingge looking at him with a faint smile on his lips. With a smile, and the tenderness in his eyes, Fu Qingcheng coughed in embarrassment, and touched his nose: "Well... If the little prince can do it, then let's start," he said, turning to look at the coffin: " This stone is very heavy, so it takes some effort..." However, before the outstretched hand touched the stone coffin, someone suddenly grabbed the side of the waist, and the whole person was wrapped in a warm embrace in an instant, and the side of the ear It was He Tingge's low exhalation.

"You started this fire, so my little uncle is naturally responsible." He Tingge's hoarse voice followed the warm air into Fu Qingcheng's eardrums, and Fu Qingcheng's chin rested on He Tingge's shoulder and moved helplessly. Or is it his fault?

However, even though he said he wanted to help him, Fu Qingcheng hesitated for a while, but couldn't think of a way. Looking at He Tingge face to face, he hesitated and said, "Use your hands?"

He Tingge didn't know whether to laugh or cry, reached out and touched the back of Fu Qingcheng's neck, smiled fondly, hugged him into his arms, and said softly, "Let me hug you for a while, I'm fine." Although he really wanted to, but now this kind of Situation, he didn't want Fu Qingcheng to stay in this dark place for too long, they still have a lot of time, this time is not bad.

Hearing this, Fu Qingcheng heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a little inexplicably lost. He silently let He Tingge hug him, put his head on He Tingge's shoulder in a fit of anger, and tilted his head: "Well, I will take a rest for uncle, too. The little prince has gathered his strength, and he will open the coffin and whip the corpse later."

The corners of He Tingge's lips twitched, always feeling that the phrase "whip the corpse" was talking about himself.He let out a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and gradually calmed down. The scorching temperature on his body gradually receded along with the faint cool breath on Fu Qingcheng's body...

The sarcophagus was indeed heavy, but He Tingge looked around the sarcophagus. With a strange feeling, he put his hand on the side of the coffin. He could still wait for Fu Qingcheng to react. He Tingge pushed the lid of the coffin away with a little force. Halfway through, Fu Qingcheng was shocked for a moment, and subconsciously pulled He Tingge away. Fortunately, there was no movement in the coffin. At this time, the entire tomb was covered by the light of unknown gemstones, and the inside of the coffin was also illuminated brightly. Inside the coffin was a pair of glyphs The black and red nanmu coffin has a slight hint of gray.

Fu Qingcheng touched the inside of the coffin with silver silk gloves, and when he came across a mechanism, he frowned and opened it. After that, the entire coffin slowly separated, unfolding from the middle like a lotus flower, revealing the coffin. Come.

"Why not?" Fu Qingcheng murmured, he didn't really want to open the coffin, he thought things should be inside the coffin, but there was nothing in the coffin except the coffin.

"It might be inside." He Tingge walked up a few steps, came to the front of the coffin, and was about to raise his hand to open it, but Fu Qingcheng pulled him: "Wait, what if there is a corpse?"

"Then whip the corpse?" He Tingge said, and sure enough, Fu Qingcheng twitched the corner of his mouth, indicating that the joke was not funny.

He Tingge said: "I can only open it and have a look. It's come to this point. It's understandable if someone cheated on the corpse. After all, you ruined the tomb passage and dismantled the inner and outer coffins. Are you afraid of this level?"

"Well, let's do it, maybe the little prince's heavenly power can suppress the dead body." Fu Qingcheng shrugged.

He Tingge had no choice but to say, "Come and help."

At this time, Haitang was bored with a reed on the city wall of Yanmen Pass, leaning against the city wall behind him, blowing the wind, his red hair covered the side of his face in the sun, his handsome face was more wheat-colored than before, but He was still fairer than ordinary people, and his slender fingers were placed on the handle of the knife on his abdomen, and they tapped once and for all, and he didn't know what melody came to mind, and he flicked his fingertips rhythmically.

I vaguely recalled that one night in Xu Mansion, I saw Xu Ziyang reading a book in the pavilion in the backyard. The man was wearing a light blue Confucian shirt, which looked like melting ice under the yellowish light. Looking at the silhouette of Xu Ziyang from the pillar behind him, after a while, Xu Ziyang put down the booklet in his hand and changed it with a pen. It should be the account book. the meaning of.

Haitang stood leaning on the pillar with his chest in his arms, and he didn't go there. The night in Kyoto was not cold, so he saw Xu Ziyang standing up, walking by the side of the pavilion, looking into the distance, he didn't seem to notice Haitang, and picked up a flower and leaf , I didn’t know what to murmur, so I put the leaf on my lips, and when Haitang’s ears moved in the distance, a clear and long melody came from the pavilion.

He didn't know what tune Xu Ziyang was playing, but he felt very quiet about the melody. He was very curious about how he played it, so he picked a leaf and played it near his mouth. But, obviously, apart from the broken sound, there was nothing beautiful There is no sound.

I simply thought about pestering him to teach myself in the future, so I leaned against the pillar quietly and listened to the song...

Later, before he had time to say hello to Xu Ziyang, he was called home by his servant who suddenly came looking for him. He deliberately lowered his voice so as not to disturb the people in the distance, so he left in a hurry.

Therefore, he didn't see the corners of Xu Ziyang's lips curled up in the pavilion watching him go away, and the trace of Xu Ziyang's connection with Xu Ziyang when he saw a pile of broken leaves beside the pillars in the corridor on the way back to the house. Gentleness that I don't understand.

Haitang curled the corners of his lips bitterly, now, he doesn't even want to see himself, so why teach him how to blow leaves?That day he left early in the morning, and before Xu Ziyang untied the gauze, he took a quick look and left. Xu Ziyang didn't want to see him, so he had no choice but to run away.

"General." A soldier came over with a letter and said, "This is a letter from a scout."

Haitang frowned, and reached out to take it: "What letter?"

"It was given to you by someone on the road, and I said it was for you." The soldier replied, although it was rumored that General Haitang was laughing and approachable, but in the past few days, except for the occasional meal with them, he hadn't seen him laughing at all. up.

Haitang held the open letter and waved to the soldiers to go down. The letter paper was a little wrinkled by the wind. Haitang stretched out two fingers to catch the flying paper, glanced at it hastily, and then frowned.

When Haitang rushed to the address mentioned in the letter, his slender brows frowned, and the small half of the mountain collapsed, as if a small-scale vibration was caused by the hollow mountain body.

For a moment, Haitang was a little at a loss, and the few people who followed him were discussing: "General, what should we do now?"

Haitang looked at the large ruins in front of him, took a deep breath, the cold sweat on his fingertips was blown to the bottom of his heart by the wind, and said in a deep voice: "Dig!" Although he didn't know why He Tingge was here, he would rather believe it It's unbelievable, not to mention that He Tingge hasn't heard a word from him for so many days.

A few people behind whispered to each other: "Then call more people over, general, we don't have enough manpower."

"Then go call someone." After finishing speaking, he stood on a higher place and looked around with hope in his heart. The letter said that if He Tingge did not return for more than seven days, he would be trapped here.

He didn't tell anyone about He Tingge, and he blamed He Tingge for putting himself in such a dangerous situation. Why?

"How are you?" He Tingge asked the people around him in a low voice. In the dark tomb passage, nothing could be seen. I have been wandering in the tomb for nearly two days.

Fu Qingcheng tightened He Tingge's coat, endured the severe pain in his legs, and said, "It's okay."

He Tingge breathed out quietly. When he opened the coffin, everything was normal, but he found that there was a woman with picturesque features in the coffin. What was even more surprising was that the woman seemed to be just asleep, and she couldn't tell at all. is dead.

He Tingge asked Fu Qingcheng: "Is Yan Qi a woman?"

Fu Qingcheng shook his head: "No." Then he frowned and looked around the room, and then carefully noticed the relief on the stone wall, because it was carved and not painted, so it was not obvious. At first, he didn't pay attention, but now he carefully Looking at it, it became more and more strange, until after turning around the tomb, Fu Qingcheng said with an ugly face: "The one buried here is not Yan Qi, but his beloved woman, Taoxi."

Then Fu Qingcheng told him the content of the relief on the wall, and He Tingge looked back at the person in the coffin. It turned out that Li Hentian was fed by the blood of this woman.

"People in the world say that Yan Qi has no family, but only a confidante, but she has never seen her before. She only knows her name is Taoxi. Now it seems that it is her." Fu Qingcheng also looked at the person in the coffin and frowned: "General magic weapons have a saying of feeding. The most common way is to feed them with blood essence. Take a drop of heart blood every month. Li Hentian is fed with her blood essence."

But the two looked up and down inside the coffin, even the coffin itself, and found nothing.