Peerless Junior Uncle

He stroked back and looked down at He Tingge.

Looking at Fu Qingcheng like this, He Tingge was stunned for a moment, exerted force on his waist, and the two of them changed positions in an instant. Fu Qingcheng gasped slightly, and He Tingge leaned over to kiss the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Don't regret it."

"I regret that I called you uncle." Fu Qingcheng put his arms around He Tingge's arm and pressed He Tingge to himself.The entanglement between lips and teeth stimulated every cell in He Tingge's body.

Because he was afraid that Fu Qingcheng would be cold, he didn't take off all his clothes. Until the last moment, He Tingge bit the flesh on Fu Qingcheng's neck and asked, "Can you bear it?"

Fu Qingcheng grabbed He Tingge's shoulder, snorted softly and said, "Don't talk nonsense, if you can't, I'll take it instead."

As soon as the words fell, He Tingge stopped hesitating and rushed forward. Fu Qingcheng tried his best to bite his lower lip, resisting the tearing pain, and grabbed He Tingge's fingers to forcefully pinch out a few red marks. Even though he tried his best to restrain himself, But the trembling inhalation sound was also suppressed.

"Call out when it hurts." He Tingge gently kissed the cold sweat on the side of Fu Qingcheng's face, and comfortingly kissed Fu Qingcheng's lower lip that was biting too hard.

"It's not worth the pain." Fu Qingcheng took a few deep breaths before relieving the pain.

He Tingge didn't talk too much anymore, after going in and out a few times, Fu Qingcheng gradually got used to it, but he didn't want the pleasure of relieving the pain, put his arm on He Tingge's shoulder, and looked straight into He Tingge's eyes: "What are you waiting for? "

When He Tingge saw those blurred but still resolute eyes, he suddenly understood Fu Qingcheng's intentions, and felt a pang in his heart. He lowered his head and buried his face in Fu Qingcheng's neck, taking a low breath: "I must Is that so?"

"Please..." Fu Qingcheng closed his eyes and felt the warm breath on his neck: "Wake me up from this nightmare."

This night was long and terrifying. For He Tingge, such a result was not what he wanted at all. Fu Qingcheng's endless demands left the two scarred. He wanted to stop, but as long as that person still had the strength, he would Never let go.

Poured hot water into the bucket, stretched out his hand to test the water temperature, Fu Qingcheng's body temperature was already low, he didn't dare to put in too hot water, as long as it was in moderation, he carried the unconscious person on the bed into a large enough wooden bucket In the middle, trembling fingers brushed the purple hickey on the white chest of the man, He Tingge embraced the man in his arms, and whispered: "I'm sorry..."

In the early morning of the next day, He Tingge sat by the bed and waited with the porridge that had been boiled for a long time. Fu Qingcheng, who looked much better on the bed than yesterday, was sleeping peacefully. He had been in this position since He Tingge helped him wash last night, lying on his side. He didn't move at all, and seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

Reaching out to touch the hand next to the pillow, the temperature was moderate, and then turning around, Fu Qingcheng frowned and opened his eyes.The light outside the window was a little dazzling, and when he raised his hand to cover it, He Tingge had already reached out to cover his face with his hand to block the light.

"What time is it?" There was some fatigue in the hoarse voice.

He Tingge waited for him to get used to it before taking off his hand: "I don't know, are you hungry?"

Fu Qingcheng's eyes fell on He Ting's singer's bowl, the porridge was still steaming, but it was obviously not too hot: "Have you put the sugar in yet?"

He Tingge's hand holding the porridge paused, lifted it up and tasted it, a little uncertain: "Taste it first, I'll put it in if it's not sweet."

Fu Qingcheng couldn't help smiling: "Forget it." Lying on his side all night, his arms were a little numb, he turned over and lay down on his back, but his brows were slightly frowned, and he couldn't help taking a breath, He Tingge knew It was an injury, and I reached out to grab a handful: "I can't tell the difference between your ointments, so I dare not use them."

Following his gaze, Fu Qingcheng saw that there were indeed a bunch of bottles on the table beside the bed, and smiled helplessly: "All of them can be used."

He Tingge was about to say something, but Fu Qingcheng turned his eyes and looked at He Tingge again: "Mu Lan is here."

For some reason, He Tingge subconsciously shook his hands, put the bowl down, and walked downstairs.Before going downstairs, I heard Yi's little footsteps: "Uncle..."

He Tingge bent down to pick up Xiaotuanzi, and when he looked up, he saw Mu Lan had arrived at the door. Mu Lan was still dressed in gray-blue clothes, with a cold and handsome face, but the moment he entered the door, his brows were slightly frowned, and he turned his eyes to He Tingge, The inquiry in his gaze made He Tingge pause in his heart: Fuck!Can you smell it too?

"Sometimes I really don't understand you people." Mu Lan said coldly, and then started to go upstairs. He Tingge subconsciously blocked the stairs, but it was Mu Lan who glanced at him coldly: " I am a doctor."

He Tingge choked, looked back upstairs, and had no choice but to step aside.

"Don't come up, watch the child."

He Tingge had no choice but to stop, and hugged Yihuan to the yard to bask in the sun: "Where did you go to play yesterday?"

Mu Lan picked one from the bottle on the side, and said to the corpse on the bed, "Lie down."

Looking at the blue marks on Fu Qingcheng's body, Mu Lan frowned: "Why are you doing this?"

"En?" Fu Qingcheng looked back at Mu Lan with some surprise: "How can you be sure that I insisted on doing this?"

"Anyway, I don't believe it's his hobby." Mu Lan dipped the gauze into the medicine: "This is about the two of you, I don't want to say more, as long as you know it yourself."

Qingcheng didn't make a sound until the medicine was given, but Mu Lan felt the pulse with a blank expression: "This time the recovery is faster than last time, perhaps, this is a good way."

"Mu Lan." Fu Qingcheng looked at the back of Mu Lan who was about to leave: "Thank you."

"Fu Qingcheng, I don't want your thanks." Mu Lan turned her head and said seriously: "I just ask you one thing, don't give up."

"I know." Fu Qingcheng said softly.

When He Tingge went up to the second floor, he saw that Fu Qingcheng was wearing a tunic with a stand-up collar. The stand-up collar covered the hickey marks on the neck, and the hard outer shirt was tied around the waist. It was made of white fabric and the edges There are blue lines everywhere, but the soft hedgehog that never leaves his body is gone. At this moment, he is sitting on the rattan chair eating porridge spoonful by spoonful.

"Come here." Fu Qingcheng beckoned and lay down on the table: "Uncle Wei, squeeze your waist, it's so sore."

He Tingge walked over and put his hands on his waist with moderate strength, pressing on the acupuncture points: "I really want to say something."

Bookworm, are you cheating?

"what?"

"It's your own fault." Said this sentence with a blank face, but his hands were gentle.

Fu Qingcheng's chin rested on his arm, and he didn't say anything when he heard the words, he just smiled inexplicably, and Singer He Ting paused: "How long are you going to stay here?"

"I don't know." Fu Qingcheng turned the quilt with one hand: "Maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, maybe...not going out."

"En." He Tingge hummed lightly, and after a while he said: "I'll wait for you in the capital for a month, at most, if you don't come, I don't care about this mess."

"What mess?"

"How do I know, one moment has something to do with your uncle, one moment has something to do with Yu Wenyong, one moment is about restoring the country, and the other is about civil strife, I don't understand, it's all about you, I always I can’t find my role in these things, but it’s up to me.”

"Hehe..." Fu Qingcheng couldn't help but smile when he heard this complaint without any ups and downs: "Well, it's all uncle's fault, which made the prince suffer."

In the end, Fu Qingcheng didn't follow He Tingge back to the capital, and He Tingge didn't ask again. He never wanted to influence Fu Qingcheng.

After leaving Luoyang, we will be back in Kyoto in two days. At noon, the sun was scorching hot. He Tingge drove Ziyun Pavilion and stopped in front of a tea shed. He got off his horse and asked for two bowls of herbal tea, and then ordered the shopkeeper to give the horse a bucket. water.

Because it's summer now, people passing by at this point stop here to cool off, the tea shed is a bit crowded, but fortunately there is always a seat to sit, He Tingge sat down with Yi Huan in his arms, and there were a few passers-by around him, drinking herbal tea With cake.

"Hey, the little one is so cute." A middle-aged man couldn't help but smile when he saw Yi Huan.He Tingge didn't care either, Yihuan heard the sound and looked at that person, smiling: "Hello, Uncle..."

The middle-aged man enjoyed it very much, he couldn't close his mouth with a smile, and took a big sip of herbal tea. He originally wanted to give Yi Huan the sesame seed cakes in his hand, but seeing that He Tingge was dressed like a rich family, I was afraid that others would look down on me for being such a mess. He didn't say hello either.

He Tingge brought Mu Lan's snacks for Yi Huan with him, and gave Yi Huan a piece, and Yi Huan was biting in his hand. At this time, the shopkeeper also came over with two bowls of herbal tea he asked for: "Use it objectively."

He Tingge was also thirsty at this time, and took a bowl to drink, but Yi Huan sneezed solidly, shaking the bowl in his hand, and Yi Huan rubbed his nose to avoid He Tingge's bowl of herbal tea, It seems that I don't like the taste of herbal tea.

This scene reminded He Tingge of the bowl of tonic that He Laner had when Yi Huan was still a baby... He frowned subconsciously, put down the bowl, and glanced quickly across the tea shed, as if there was nothing wrong suspicious person.

He wondered in his heart that he was too careful, but the next moment he felt a gaze locked on him from behind. He Tingge no longer hesitated, raised his hand and threw the bowl in his hand, overturning the bowl that had just been placed in front of Ziyunting. Bucket whistled, touched the broken silver from his pocket, put it on the table, and straddled away.

Just after He Tingge left, a man walked out from behind the tea shed. His slender figure was wrapped in dark blue clothes, with a black mask covering half of his face. His exposed nose bridge was straight and his thin lips were tightly pursed.The eyes behind the mask looked at the ancient road where He Tingge was no longer there, the corners of his lips hooked evilly, and he said softly: "He Tingge