Peerless Junior Uncle

You come with me. "

He Tingge led a group of soldiers to stand on the tower, turned around and looked inside the pass, and said, "Do you know? In a few decades, there," he pointed in the direction of the capital, "it's a prosperous age, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. Surrender to pay tribute."

He said a lot. In the eyes of the soldiers, He Tingge was never a talkative person, but he said a lot today. He told them that the smoke of troubled times is coming soon, and maybe they won't live to that day, but the things they defended A piece of territory will never let them down.

As for He Yuan's death, he said what He Yuan had been telling him for the past two years. He didn't know what was the use of what he said, but he hoped that these people could understand that He Yuan, like them, hoped for peace in the world.

Just like what He Tingge expected, Rouran joined forces with Qule and Kulun to attack on a large scale. He Tingge went into battle wearing a silver armor and shawl. The opponent obviously did not expect that He Tingge would stay here calmly to defend the city. Not only He Tingge was there, but the entire Yanmen Pass The morale of the people was not as low as they thought. The leaders were secretly surprised, but they still bit the bullet and fought over.

The Qi army was in a tight spot at the beginning. After all, He Yuan was not around, and many people were a little bit uncertain, but when He Tingge appeared in the enemy camp in a blood-soaked silver armor, with the head of the enemy leader hanging on the Pojun, the morale suddenly jumped. There was a big rise, and in the end, Kulun's troops were the first to withdraw, and Rouran and Qule had no choice but to withdraw their troops.

It was two months after He Tingge returned to the capital, Gao Zhan leaned on the dragon chair, listened to the border situation reported by Lord Yaoguang, held the jade pendant and sniffed it under his nose, He Tingge, sure enough, you did not disappoint me .

The palace is well-organized. Although He Tingge said to dismiss all the servants, Xu Ziyang said: "The palace should look like a palace. Since the emperor gave it to you, it's not for nothing. The servants are paid by the emperor." Yes, you don’t need it for nothing.” His tone was full of businessmen’s careful planning, and He Tingge was helpless, but looking at the palace where people came and went, he felt that this seemed to be a bit popular. He was not used to ordering people around. Just followed his adjutant.

"Is he still in Ci'an Temple?" He Tingge asked Xu Ziyang softly, holding the little dumpling that hadn't been seen for two months and was getting heavier.

Xu Ziyang is obviously very good at being the butler of the palace: "No, my uncle returned to Cuigu not long after you left, so don't let me follow."

"Cuigu?" He Tingge frowned: "He has been there for so long?"

"Probably, I don't know, but I haven't come back these days."

"Uncle, let's pick up Shihu and go home." Yi Huan squeezed He Tingge's hair: "Yi Huan misses Shihu..."

Green Valley is in full bloom this season. Although it was burnt down once before, it has recovered very well in the past two years. In the pear orchard, the pear blossoms have fallen, and some small fruits are growing on the trees.

The burned part of the bamboo building has been repaired, and the new bamboo looks green and dripping. The yard is clean, except for a rattan chair. The sun is shining warmly on the rattan chair. On the blue figure, the man had a book on his face, opened and closed to cover the glare of the sun, holding the book with one hand and clasping it on the armrest with the other, tapping his fingers repeatedly.

Suddenly, the waist and abdomen sank, and the book on his face was taken away, but the sun still didn't shine directly on his face, his handsome brows frowned, but he didn't open it, he just raised his hands and put his hands on the little dumpling face sitting on his waist After pinching it, it feels as good as ever.

Yi Huan opened his eyes curiously and looked at the master who was clearly asleep but pinched his face accurately, threw the book in his hand, crawled over to hold Fu Qingcheng's face in his small hands, and whispered: "Master... ..”

The corner of Fu Qingcheng's lips twitched, and he held Xiaotuanzi with one hand to prevent it from falling. Then he opened his eyes and looked at Xiaotuanzi lying on his body to block the sun: "It's Master."

"...Master call..." Yi Huan narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Fu Qingcheng supported Xiaotuanzi's buttocks with one hand, and reached out to pick up the book on the ground with the other, but as expected, the book seemed to be no longer on the ground, and fell into his hand when he stretched out his hand.

"Go home." A steady voice rang in his ears, Fu Qingcheng squeezed his hand at the corner of the book, he naturally knew that He Tingge was coming, but hearing these words, he couldn't help but feel his nose tingle.

"Master...don't be angry." Seeing Fu Qingcheng's appearance, Yi Huan whispered, holding Fu Qingcheng's face in her small hands: "Uncle misses you so much."

"You don't want me?" Fu Qingcheng smiled.

"I think, Yang Yang also misses you, and brother..." Yi Huan said with a smile, and said: "Yi Huan still misses Mu Mu and Gu Gu..."

Fu Qingcheng squeezed Xiaotuanzi's cheeks: "Mu Mu will be back in a while, come on, he left you some snacks." As he spoke, he sat up, picked up Xiaotuanzi and walked into the bamboo building, took two steps and looked back to see that He Tingge was still standing On the spot, smiled: "Don't you want to try the dessert made by Bingcuianlian?"

He Tingge was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously said "oh", Fu Qingcheng didn't say anything else, turned around and entered the bamboo building, He Tingge stood outside the door feeling a little lost, always feeling that something was different.

Do you want?

Mu Lan came back after an hour. He didn't live here, but he just agreed to come today. Tangjiabao's medicine jade was borrowed, but there were conditions, that is, let him and Huo Qiangu help He went to Tangjiabao to refine new medicines, so he has been running at both ends recently.

During this hour, He Tingge hesitated to speak several times, and Fu Qingcheng just casually asked a few things about the capital, and ignored He Tingge's hesitation.

Drinking the medicine made by Mu Lan, the bitter taste still has the aroma of jade. It's not too bad to drink, but the mouth always feels uncomfortable. She frowned and didn't say anything. Mu Lan said it was a normal reaction.

He Tinge wanted to ask him how he was doing, but he didn't know how to ask.When Xiaotuanzi saw Mu Lan, he stuck to Mu Lan's front and back. In the end, Mu Lan could only ask He Tingge, "I wonder if the lord can trust Mu Lan?"

He Tingge laughed: "Take it away, don't say it so seriously, as long as you don't find it troublesome."

In the end, Yi hugged Mu Lan's neck happily and left the bamboo building. He Tingge couldn't laugh or cry, this child really didn't recognize him.

Looking at the gradually darkening sky, Fu Qingcheng lit a candle, and He Tingge looked at Fu Qingcheng's side face imprinted with warm light, and returned to nearly three years ago in a daze.

The dinner was made by Fu Qingcheng. There was a bowl of rice, a plate of fried mushrooms, and a plate of vinegared fish. Fu Qingcheng put away the bowls and chopsticks, and smiled gently: "I don't know if my hands are raw. I have been lazy for so many years. Please take care of me .”

He Tingge nodded and ate in silence. The taste didn't change, but the feeling changed. Fu Qingcheng just sat and drank tea and didn't speak. He Tingge cleaned up the dishes after eating. See you later Fu Qingcheng was no longer there.

Lying on the wooden bed in the outer room on the second floor, this is all newly made, bigger than the previous small bed, He Tingge quietly looked at the moon outside the window, listened to the sound of breathing in the inner room, but couldn't calm down .

Fu Qingcheng fell asleep not long after he drank the medicine, but he didn't sleep well. In his dream, he seemed to see the scene of blood gushing out on the execution ground again. He Tingge was not far away, without blinking his eyes. Look at yourself, let the blood stain him...

His whole body was so cold that he seemed to have fallen into a hole in the ice, and he curled up into a ball subconsciously in his sleep.However, the cold didn't last long. There was warmth on his back, and his tightly clenched fingers were wrapped in a pair of warm hands.

"Fengxi..." Subconsciously, two words whispered between his lips and teeth.

He Tingge tightened his arms and embraced the person in his arms. Through layers of fabric, he could feel the bone-chilling chill of the person in his arms: "Qingcheng, come back..."

A soft murmur spread around Fu Qingcheng's neck, and his warm breath fell on his cold skin. Fu Qingcheng slowly opened his eyes with his back to He Tingge, staring dully at the dark wall in front of him. He didn't move. , allowing the people behind him to hold him like this, the chill seeping out from his bones was not relieved by He Tingge's warm embrace.

He Tingge just hugged the person in his arms tightly, he knew that Fu Qingcheng was awake, but he didn't speak, he was waiting for his answer.

"Don't hate me..." With a trembling voice, Fu Qingcheng spat out slowly, he closed his eyes, buried his face in the pillow, he couldn't bear to dream of the day of He Tingge every night Look at his eyes.

When He Tingge heard this unrecognizable voice, he paused in his heart, and a dull pain spread from his heart. He embraced the trembling body of the person in his arms, and whispered in Fu Qingcheng's ear: "I never hated you... ..." How could he be willing to hate him.

Fu Qingcheng turned over and pressed on He Tingge's body, and kissed He Tingge's lips without warning. Never before had such a passionate kiss even touched He Tingge's lower lip with his teeth, bloodshot.

He Tingge gently caressed Fu Qingcheng's side face, and did not resist, allowing the man to kiss more like a sadist.Fu Qingcheng straddled He Tingge's side, stretched out his hand to tear off He Tingge's belt, his cold fingers stretched in from the skirt, and touched He Tingge's hot skin, as if he was greedy for the temperature and was reluctant to leave.

"Qingcheng..." He Tingge frowned slightly, and held up the face of the person who was still kissing him.But Fu Qingcheng looked at him, his men kept untiing He Tingge's clothes, his clear voice seemed to be tainted with charm at this moment: "Do you want it?"

He Tingge's fingertips were stained with tears or sweat, and the coldness penetrated into his fingers. Fu Qingcheng raised his hand and brushed the broken hair on the side of his face