Peerless Junior Uncle

Liang: "What you say means what you say!"

Everyone looked up to the sky, the treatment of the little master uncle and Yi Huan was the same.

Fu Qingcheng naturally thought that the reason why Mu Lan went to Tangjiabao was to borrow Tangjiabao's town treasure, Nuanyu, to come back and treat her illness, and that was the reason why Huo Qiangu was not allowed to go...Fu Qingcheng took a look On the roof, when Huo Qiangu went to Tangjiabao, he met Tang Ran, an elder who lived in seclusion in the back mountain of Tangjia. For detoxification, the loser will pay the same precious medicinal materials.

Later, Huo Qiangu won, but there was a lot of noise between the two of them, causing Tangjiabao to be full of smog. Huo Qiangu had no power to restrain the chicken, and because of his anonymity, he was detained in the castle in a rage by the owner of Tangjiabao at that time. .Later, after Mu Lan helped Tangjiabao solve a big problem, he brought him back, so Tangjiabao still owed Mu Lan a small favor.

Then Fu Qingcheng asked about He Yuan's injury, and Mu Lan said: "It's nothing, the poison has been cured, it's just hurting the tendons, it's just getting better as you get older." Since He Yuan returned to the mansion, they have returned Staying in the Xu Mansion, after all, a group of people from the Jianghu, free and easy control, the Wang Mansion is too restrained.

Fu Qingcheng nodded silently and said nothing more.

The days at the border gate were relatively quiet, Mu Lan also wrote a letter some time ago saying that He Yuan's injury was stable, and He Tingge was not worried anymore.

"Boring..." Haitang drew circles on the sand table with his finger. There is no Linyue City here, the desert is full of yellow sand all day long, and no one came to call for battle. I really don't want to stay here.

He Tingge was holding Pojun and wiping his gun. He was really at ease. He went to Linyue City two days ago, and Li Qi also said that everything was normal, and there was no movement in Tabazhen, but it was safe.

"Tsk tsk, what kind of material is this gun made of? It's so heavy that you can handle it." Haitang twitched his lips from a distance.

He Tingge also said: "I don't know either." Just as he was speaking, his brows frowned, as if some thoughts flashed through his heart, before he had time to think about it, a scout came from afar outside the door: " report!"

He Tingge frowned, looking at the scout kneeling in front, waiting for his words.

"Little Prince! A letter from the secret guard! Your Majesty ordered to copy Prince Jing's mansion! Kill Prince Jing!"

"What!" Before He Tingge could respond from the shock, Cao Renyuan, who heard the sound and rushed to listen, pulled up the collar of the scout and shouted angrily, "Say it again!"

The scouts didn't seem to have expected it either, and their faces were pale: "The letter from the capital said that King Jing intended to rebel, and he got the stolen goods. He has already been imprisoned and executed soon."

He Tingge paused in his heart, and the hand that was holding Po Jun turned white, this day finally came.

Fu Qingcheng, how dare you!

"Fart!" Cao Renyuan threw away the scout's lapel and cursed: "Conspiracy? If you want to rebel, you will rebel early. This is a fucking frame. Has the emperor's eyes been blinded by shit!"

"This is just nonsense!" Old Xue heard what the scouts said when he walked in, and his beard was all crooked in anger: "How can the prince be that kind of person?"

"I don't believe it, I'm going to the capital!" Cao Renyuan took off the helmet on his head and threw it on the ground: "Damn, rebellion? I'll show him instead!"

"Shut up!" He Tingge slapped the table violently: "Sit down!"

It really quieted down for a while, and even Cao Renyuan stopped talking when he saw He Tingge's icy face.

Hai Tang obviously hadn't realized what King Jing wanted to rebel against. Seeing He Tingge's face frozen to death, he immediately stepped on the sand table and walked over: "My lord, what the hell is this?"

"When did it happen?" He Tingge asked the scout with a sullen face.

"The news that just came in should be in these two days."

"You all stay here peacefully. No one is allowed to leave without permission. I will go back in person." He Tingge straightened up and ordered in a deep voice. He Tingge glanced coldly at what Cao Renyuan wanted to say: "Who dares to disobey orders, Military law!"

"Little prince!" Li Yue frowned and said, "This matter is quite strange, the prince must have been set up by someone, if you go back at this time, you should be careful."

He Tingge glanced at Li Yue. He knew that Li Yue belonged to the emperor, but seeing him like this, he didn't expect such a thing to happen. He Tingge just nodded, and then calmly explained the affairs in the army, emphasizing once again not to act rashly.

Stepping up Ziyun Pavilion, Haitang also rode Suzaku to catch up, he wanted to go back as fast as possible, hoping to be in time.

"Little uncle and the others are in the capital, I hope the situation will not be too bad." Haitang thought to himself.

He Tingge didn't speak when he heard the sound, he always felt that this matter is not that simple, Fu Qingcheng... I really hope you have nothing to do with this matter.

"Little Martial Uncle..." Xu Ziyang hesitated to speak, holding a tray with a black sand on it, and a purple official robe under the black sand, with white eagles embroidered on it, and a second-rank official rank.

Fu Qingcheng leaned on the back of the chair, opened and closed the folding fan in his hand, opened it again, and closed it again, his eyes gradually became a little cold with the opening and closing of the folding fan. Hearing Xu Ziyang's words, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Xu Ziyang's hand. He sneered, his eyes of disgust were undisguised.

"Master~" His calf was hugged by someone, Fu Qingcheng looked down at Xiao Yihuan lying beside his leg, his face was upturned, his big eyes were blinking, watery, and there was still something in his mouth that hadn't been chewed. Snacks.

Fu Qingcheng felt sore, stretched out his hand to hold Yi Huan in his arms, wiped off the crumbs at the corner of Yi Huan's mouth with his slender fingers, stretched out his small hands to play with Fu Qingcheng's fingers with a smile on his fleshy face, and muttered: " uncle......"

"Yi Huan?" Fu Qingcheng put Yi Huan in his arms, and said softly, "Do you miss Uncle?"

"Think, uncle doesn't want Yihuan anymore?" Yihuan said in a childish voice, "Grandpa doesn't want Yihuan either..."

"No, don't want Yihuan..." Fu Qingcheng said softly, "Master, will you take care of you?"

"Okay, but, Yihuan really misses uncle..."

Fu Qingcheng looked at Yihuan's dark obsidian-like eyes, and choked for a moment. Everyone in Prince Jing's mansion, 130 and five of them, were all imprisoned. Laughing loudly, but He Tingli calmly held the imperial decree and said, "Thank you, Lord, for your kindness."

"How much longer?" Fu Qingcheng said softly.

Xu Ziyang frowned slightly, and said, "Three hours."

I hope, He Tingge, you don't know, wait for me to explain to you...Fu Qingcheng looked at the sky outside the door, and smiled mockingly: Will he listen to your explanation?

"Little Martial Uncle." Xu Ziyang said in a deep voice, "Isn't this too absurd, you really don't intend to find out the truth? If the little prince comes back, how will you explain it?"

"Tell me the truth." Fu Qingcheng said lightly.absurd?Is this something that can be described as absurd?What about finding out the truth?What is the truth, who knows better than whom, as for explaining to He Tingge...

Fu Qingcheng sneered, then let him hate me...

Kyoto has always been a bustling city, and it is not an exaggeration to rub shoulders on weekdays, but today it is extraordinarily crowded. The broad avenues are crowded with commoners, scrambling to be the first, stretching their necks to look at the people in Prince Jing’s mansion who are being escorted by prison cars in the middle of the avenue, and discussing. Go one round at a time.

"How could Prince Jing rebel?"

"That's right, Prince Jing has been fighting at the border for so many years, how could he do such a rebellious thing?" An old man said angrily while grabbing the spear of a guarding soldier.

"It's not easy to say. Prince Jing holds more than 70 troops in the northern border. It's not easy to raise troops to rebel." A young man said.

"It's just..." some good-natured people argued on this topic.

He Yuan stood in the prison car with his eyes closed. Straw was still stuck to his white prison clothes, but he still looked calm. He didn't care about his messy hair sticking to his face.

In the several prison cars behind him, apart from He Tingli, there are some servants who can take care of things on weekdays, and other insignificant people have been exiled.At this time, he shouted loudly: "I am wronged..."

The prison car came all the way to the Meridian Gate, and on the large execution platform stood a row of big men with bare breasts and breasts, and a steel knife in their hands was shining coldly under the noon sun.

Everyone was taken to the execution ground one by one, and the cries and cries passed through He Yuan's ears one after another. His eyes, which had been closed for a long time, finally opened, and he looked back at the servants who were tied up and put on the guillotine, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, shut up!" !"

For a moment, not only the servants on the stage were silent, but even the crowd watching under the stage were silent, and the wind blew He Yuan's gray hair and wrapped it around his aging face. With a glance from everyone, standing on the stage is as stable as Mount Tai.

"Kneel down!" An executioner came up and kicked He Yuan's knee.

He Yuan didn't move at all, but there was a crisp crackling sound from the executioner's ankle, and he was so painful that he almost threw the steel knife. He was about to curse when he heard a loud shout: "Master of the Ministry of Punishment is here!"

Not far away from the supervisory platform, a person slowly walked up, wearing a purple official robe, which fit tightly on his body, but Wu Shaxia's handsome face showed no expression at all, and his black boots were spotless, but, in Fu Qingcheng To his eyes, his feet were filthy.

Everyone on and off the stage knelt on the ground, thinking in their hearts that the newly appointed Master Shangshu is so young, and even those who have seen Fu Qingcheng sneaked a few glances, and murmured: "Isn't that Mr. Wuchen? "

Fu Qingcheng glanced at the scene coldly, without opening his mouth, he looked up at the bright sun shining high in the sky, and his companion said: "My lord, there is still a quarter of an hour."

The cold air all over his body was not warmed by the sun at all, his slender fingers pinched the command arrow in one side of the wooden barrel, and the top was not smoothed