Peerless Junior Uncle

A wooden thorn accidentally pierced his index finger, and bright red blood beads spit out from between the fingers.

From the moment he sat here, there was complete silence on the court. On the stage, except for He Yuan, everyone knelt down. Fu Qingcheng didn't ask them to get up. They all stood up.

Fu Qingcheng seemed to be in a daze, looking at the command arrow in his hand, and stared at it for a quarter of an hour. Xu Ziyang, who was not far from the stage, was sweating in his palms, and suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes behind him. Fu Qingcheng raised his wrist, causing the arrow to be thrown, and his thin lips parted lightly: "Chop!"

There was only a whistling sound passing through the air, and before everyone could be surprised, a silver gun burst out of the air, stably split the arrow in half, and inserted it into the city wall not far away, sinking about a foot.

"Fu Qingcheng, how dare you!" An almost growling voice came from behind the crowd. Fu Qingcheng's downcast eyes moved slightly, but he didn't raise his head. The fingers in his sleeves turned white, but he stretched out his hand again. Twist up a command arrow.

He Tingge felt as if cold water had been poured on him, and he felt a dull pain in his head. He never thought that the person sitting on the execution stage would be him!

"Eliminate idlers and others." Fu Qingcheng said coldly.

A group of soldiers held swords in front of He Tingge. He Tingge didn't even look at him, but just stared at the man in the distance. The coldness in his eyes made the soldiers' hands wet with cold sweat, and they couldn't hold the handle of the sword.

"Go away." Haitang kicked away the nearest soldier, and shouted to Fu Qingcheng in the distance: "Little uncle, you are crazy!"

Fu Qingcheng looked at the execution ground without squinting, and said coldly, "The time has come, behead!"

The arrow was thrown by the wrist, and it was stabbed in the stone execution ground, halfway into it.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind rushed in from all directions, rolling in dust, and gradually formed an air current around He Tingge. Hai Tang was unprepared for a moment, and was almost injured by the air current.

That is evil spirit!Fu Qingcheng knew it, but he just lowered his eyes and didn't care. He Tingge walked up to Xingtai step by step. There was a sound of breaking the sheath, returning to He Ting singer.

"Get down!" He Yuan, who hadn't spoken all this time, suddenly said in a deep voice, looking fixedly at He Tingge.

He Tingge glanced at He Yuan and said coldly, "I will never let you die wronged."

"Go down!" He Yuan raised a decibel, with a bit of true energy, the air rippled: "If you still treat me as your father, go down for me!"

He Tingge looked at the people on the surveillance stage, and said coldly, "Prince Jing conspired against him? Why didn't you arrest me too?"

Fu Qingcheng finally raised his eyes and looked at the people on the stage, silently, He Tingge sneered: "Don't you want to give me an explanation?"

"I'll give you a stick of incense time, what do you want to say to them." Fu Qingcheng finally spoke, and said lightly: "Tell me quickly."

The knuckles of He Tingge holding Po Jun turned white, and behind him He Yuan said: "This matter has nothing to do with you, you go down."

He Tingge turned around and looked at the crowd on the field and asked He Yuan softly, "Is this the end of being loyal to the army and serving the country?"

For you, I have no hesitation

"The king wants his ministers to die, but they will not die and be unfaithful." He Yuan said in a deep voice.

He Tingge glanced at the crowd on the execution ground, and his eyes fell on He Tingli who had never said a word: "Even if you get so many people together, don't you even care about your own son?"

He Yuan's old face trembled imperceptibly, closed his eyes, and sighed softly: "This is all fate."

Suddenly, He Tingge's back went numb, and his whole body was sore and weak. He looked back at Fu Qingcheng who was still indifferent in disbelief. He didn't expect that Fu Qingcheng would attack him... Even if he wanted to kill He Yuan, he I also tried my best to make excuses for him in my heart. He was forced to, and he had difficulties... But, he could no longer hold Po Jun tightly, and the dull impact sounded at his feet. Unsuspectingly, there was also a silver needle stuck in his chest. If it wasn't for Xu Ziyang's support, he might not be able to stand still at this moment.

"Take it down." The indifferent voice, like a pool of stagnant water, came down from the supervisory platform without any ups and downs.

He Tingge's eyes full of grief and indignation finally turned into a ray of sorrow, allowing the people on one side to help him to the sidelines, and his eyes fell on Fu Qingcheng's purple official robe without even blinking.

And the position given to him by Fu Qingcheng made it possible for him to see him without moving.

It wasn't until the execution ground raised the knife and the blood splashed on his face that he subconsciously blinked his eyes. However, the smell of blood suddenly made his chest feel heavy. Behind him were the stone pillars around the execution ground. There were white marks on the stone platform, mixed with blood.

The wind was getting stronger, and the people around the execution ground also left one after another. Haitang was so angry that he rushed to his pulse, causing his blood to flow and passed out. He Tingge around the execution ground.

"Bamboo!" A hoarse voice came from not far away, He Tingge leaned against the stone pillar without moving, and the gradually cooling wind made people unable to open their eyes.

Da Situ's morbid face was full of sorrow, and with the support of his servants, he barely stood up without falling down, and held He Yuan's head on the ground with trembling hands. After only a few days of seeing him, he had aged a lot, and finally two lines of tears fell on his face , the white Confucian shirt was stained with blood from the skull.

From the beginning to the end, He Tingge didn't move a single bit. In his sight, Da Situ was holding He Yuan's head, ignoring the obstruction of the body collector, and left tremblingly. The tip of his nose felt a little cool, followed by fingers, cheeks, and forehead, which became more and more dense. The rain hit his face, he retracted his legs, put his arms on them, leaned back, leaned his head against the cold stone pillar, closed his eyes, the air was still smelling of blood mixed with rain.

The people on the execution ground had already left, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Xu Ziyang took one last look at the pale Haitang on the bed, turned around and went out to Fu Qingcheng's room. Ever since he came back, he had asked for a bucket of water to go in and never came out again.

"Little uncle." Xu Ziyang knocked lightly on the door, but no one answered. After thinking about it, he opened the door and went in. As always, Fu Qingcheng never locked the door.

The water in the wooden barrel behind the screen had already cooled completely, and the official robes placed beside it had long been torn into pieces, but Fu Qingcheng was out of sight.

Xu Ziyang frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to take a look in the water. Sure enough, Fu Qingcheng was stuffy at the bottom of the water, and he couldn't see the reality under the milky white water.

"Little Uncle." Xu Ziyang said softly, while helping him up from the water, after Fu Qingcheng came out of the water, his indifferent face remained expressionless, his eyes looked at Xu Ziyang, and he didn't say anything.

Xu Ziyang stretched out his hand to wrap him in his arms, ignoring the wet clothes, and lightly patted Fu Qingcheng's back, the cold touch came from between his fingers, and a burst of sadness welled up in his heart.

"I can't let him die." A muffled voice came from Xu Ziyang's chest: "But, he hates me."

Xu Ziyang ran down his hair comfortingly: "No, you have difficulties, and he will understand you."

The rain washed away the blood on the execution ground, and the blood on He Tingge's face was also washed away, but the smell of blood lingered in his nostrils, lingering.

A pair of white boots stained with mud appeared in sight, and the azure hem was also stained with filth. This was different from the man in his memory who was always spotless. His eyes fell on the boots soaked in sewage , the corners of his lips twitched abruptly: "Young Master Wuchen?"

Fu Qingcheng trembled imperceptibly, slowly squatted down, leveled with He Tingge, looked into those expressionless eyes, and said softly: "Fengxi..."

"Do you want to explain to me?" He Tingge raised his eyes to look at Fu Qingcheng, his eyes were never calm.

"No, I have nothing to explain." Fu Qingcheng said in a low voice, brushing He Tingge's cold face with one hand, but the temperature of his fingertips was even more than that coolness.

He Tingge did not hide, but stared at Fu Qingcheng: "Are you here to comfort me?"

"Is it possible?" Fu Qingcheng asked back.

"Since when did you hide it from me? Until now, you still don't want to tell me? I don't understand what in Fu Qingcheng's mind is I, He Tingge?"

"I don't want to lie to you."

"Why didn't you tell me? En?" He Tingge's tone rose, looking at Fu Qingcheng's face that didn't intend to speak: "The emperor forced you to kill He Yuan, why didn't you resist?"

"I can't let you die..."

He Tingge paused after hearing the words: "Do you think you can hide it from me? Do you think I don't know the secrets of Prince Jing's Mansion?"

Fu Qingcheng flicked his fingertips, his eyes locked on He Tingge, and saw He Tingge took out a silk book from his arms, slowly opened it, and said with a joke that had never been seen before: "How can you be sure that I don't want to be an emperor? What's more, this should be mine, Gao Zhan, he's been in that seat for long enough."

"Fengxi." Fu Qingcheng's voice was trembling. He didn't find the imperial edict, and He Yuan didn't tell him. He thought He Yuan had already destroyed this thing, but he didn't expect it to be here with He Tingge.

"What? Surprised?" He Tingge's lips twitched.

Fu Qingcheng looked at He Tingge in silence, and finally lowered his eyes: "If you really want that seat, I will help you."

"Then what about He Yuan's death?" He Tingge subconsciously clenched the silk book in his hand, looking at Fu Qingcheng in front of him, this person he had promised never to let him suffer from troubled times again, why did he become like this.

"He must die." Fu Qingcheng said lightly, the rain had already soaked his whole body, and the water drops on He Ting's chin