Peerless Junior Uncle

Being disliked by He Tingge was no longer necessary. At this moment, he came to his senses and secretly blamed his father for making such a design.

Fu Qingcheng didn't know it, and suddenly felt irritable: "Go out, it's none of your business, don't let anyone step in here." After saying that, he waved his hand and opened the door. When Wang Ruyan reacted, the person had already arrived outside the door, looking at the The door was closed tightly, and her heart felt cold. If she heard correctly just now, He Tingge leaned on the man's neck and said: "Qingcheng..."

"Hello." Fu Qingcheng held He Tingge's face in his hands: "Can you recognize who I am?"

Although He Tingge couldn't concentrate his consciousness, he still couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and murmured in a low voice: "You are Qingcheng, my Qingcheng..."

Fu Qingcheng was helpless, sighed and said, "Can you bear it?"

"Hmm..." He Tingge murmured, "Unfortunate...."

Fu Qingcheng also knew that after holding on for so long, his internal strength would have been dissipated long ago, and Tangjiabao's poison is not so cheap.Now it was the end of his strength to be able to stand here, so he stopped talking and reached out to reach into the hem of He Tingge's clothes. Fu Qingcheng exhaled, and held it gently, causing He Tingge to groan, and pressed against Fu Qingcheng's shoulder.

"You have to hurry up." Fu Qingcheng muttered, and his subordinates kept on talking, thinking brokenly in his heart: "Wang Taiwei, my uncle has kept this account in mind, and I will settle it for you slowly."

However, after a stick of incense, there was no sign of release from the things in his hands, and he frowned, and flapped He Tingge's face with one hand: "What's the matter with you?"

He Tingge lazily leaned against Fu Qingcheng: "Your technique is not good."

"...." Fu Qingcheng was so angry that he planned to quit, and he also disliked my poor skills?God knows, Master Uncle, it's the first time I'm good at making it for others. I haven't tried it myself, and I was disgusted by others.

However, the hand that hadn't been withdrawn was held by He Tingge, and a scorching breath was blown into his ear: "I'll teach you."

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Fu Qingcheng blushed, and in desperation, He Tingge held his hand and guided him how to move, and his cold fingers were warmed by the scorching heat.

I have to say that the little master still needs to learn some aspects. For example, now, although he is calmly wiping the white turbidity on his hands, there are ten thousand muddy horses galloping in his heart...

"What is the origin of this medicine?" He Tingge leaned against the pillar to adjust his breath, the burning sensation on his body did not subside much, but looking at the stain on Fu Qingcheng's slender fingers, his Adam's apple moved, and he looked away.

"The 'Jinzhangchun' in Tangjiabao." Fu Qingcheng stuffed the wiped handkerchief into He Tingge's arms: "Can I go now?"

"How many times have you taken this medicine?" He Tingge leaned against the pillar, his voice hoarse.

Fu Qingcheng paused, blinked, and said seriously: "Once, just once."

"Really?" He Tingge rolled up Fu Qingcheng's sleeve and sniffed it under his nose. This man smelled cool and comfortable.

"..." Fu Qingcheng knew that the medicine would definitely not be cured once, so he said, "Then let's go home first, I don't like this place."

"Well, I don't like it either." He Tingge's lips curled up when he heard this, but there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, and it seemed that there were not a few people there.

He Tingge frowned slightly, and then heard Fu Qingcheng raise his eyebrows and said: "Little prince, it's going to be hard to wash it off."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Taiwei's voice was heard outside the door: "Ru Yan, why are you here? Where is the prince?"

Wang Ruyan was still immersed in the sudden confusion, trembling with her arms folded in the night wind, and her clothes were not properly dressed, when she suddenly saw her father and all the guests coming, she panicked and said incoherently, "Father. .....I....."

"What's wrong with you?" Wang Taiwei frowned, stepped forward and held his daughter's shoulders: "Where is the prince?"

"My lord..." Wang Ruyan looked at the faces of the guests in the courtyard who were arguing, and then at her father, although his face was angry, but his eyes were full of calculations, his lips trembled slightly, and he looked at it subconsciously. behind the door.

The next moment, He Tingge's cold voice came from inside: "Master Taiwei is too considerate in serving the banquet, even his daughter is willing to send his daughter to my arms, this king is really flattered."

When everyone in the courtyard heard that He Tingge's voice really came from inside, they couldn't help but look at each other, what's going on, and seeing Wang Ruyan standing outside the door with disheveled clothes, they were all concerned, but they were all in their stomachs. Speculation, no audible discussion.

"My lord, what do you mean?" Wang Taiwei said seriously.

"I agree with you." Inside He Tingge's voice was a little lazy and indifferent, and Wang Taiwei was shocked, but he still didn't change his face and said: "The lower official wants the prince to explain why he is in the little girl's boudoir?"

Fu Qingcheng in the room glared at He Tingge, and said silently, "Explain."

He Tingge just leaned against his shoulder and made no sound, smiled sullenly, and whispered in Fu Qingcheng's ear: "Hurry up and send home, I can't hold on anymore."

Fu Qingcheng sighed silently, and said in a deep voice: "Wouldn't it be better to ask your daughter? The king is tired, so prepare the sedan chair." The voice was the same as that of He Tingge.

"If you want to explain something, you can go to the imperial court, and the king is waiting for you at any time." After speaking, before the Taiwei opened his mouth, he said again: "Are you bringing these people here to catch traitors? En?" The words are not clear Bai, everyone in the courtyard looked at each other when they heard the words, and then retreated.

Wang Taiwei naturally knew what He Tingge didn't say, but he couldn't refute it aloud. If this goes on, He Tingge might say something about drugging. It doesn't matter whether the people who hear it believe it or not, but there will always be many mouths.Thinking of this, he had no choice but to flick his sleeves fiercely, and said to the servant: "Prepare the sedan chair for the prince!"

It wasn't until he brought the man back to the palace that Fu Qingcheng took a breath, and the hall outside the door came over nervously: "Little uncle, what's wrong with the prince? Does it matter? Is it too late for me to go find Mu Lan?"

Tang Yu poked his head behind Xu Ziyang and glanced curiously, but before he could look at it, Fu Qingcheng blocked him: "Master Tang is busy? Ziyang, Yi Huan left it to you, and this one is also for you." Take it away." Looking at Haitang, Xu Ziyang saw Yihuan who was already asleep in Xu Ziyang's arms. Hearing this, he glanced at Haitang next to him. The latter still wanted to go in and see He Tingge, so he had to stretch out his hand: "Little uncle has his own way, don't worry about it, nothing will happen to the prince."

"Oh..." Haitang shyly withdrew his gaze.

"Young Master Tang, you can get out if you can't get the antidote." Fu Qingcheng glanced at Tang Yu coldly. Tang Yu touched his nose. It's not that there is no antidote, but he didn't bring it with him. Now go back to Tangjiabao to get it. He Tingge's blood vessels had already burst, and he muttered disapprovingly: "Kyoto is so big, there should be quite a few brothels, and besides, with his status, girls from good families are also lining up to turn over their cards... "The words that were not finished were stared back into the stomach by Fu Qingcheng's cold eyes.

"What did you say?" Haitang frowned, and before he could ask why, he was dragged away by Xu Ziyang.

Tang Yu had no choice but to raise his eyebrows and said: "There will be a period later, little uncle. This time I am unlucky." After speaking, his figure disappeared in a flash.

Haitang went out and turned left to go home, but Xu Ziyang hesitated and called out: "Wait a minute, you, come back to Xu's mansion with me." For a moment, Haitang thought he was hallucinating, and turned around suddenly, almost bumping into the door stone lion.

Xu Ziyang twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Yihuan kiss you a little bit." He was afraid that Haitang would worry about He Tingge in the middle of the night and climb over the wall to see again. God knows what will happen tonight.

But at this time, Fu Qingcheng was holding a wet towel to He Tingge, but the person lying on the bed pulled him onto him, the scorching breath hit his neck, it was stained red, and a deep voice rang in his ears: " Qingcheng..."

Fu Qingcheng was frowning and looking at the man in front of him who was suppressing his lust: "Go take a bath."

He Tingge lowered his eyebrows and sniffed his body. There was indeed a scent from the Taiwei's mansion. Then he frowned and took off his clothes in two or three times: "It's all right now."

Before Fu Qingcheng took off the hand on his forehead, he felt his waist tighten, and the next moment his slightly cool lips were kissed by He Tingge's hot lips that smelled of alcohol.

Fu Qingcheng struggled subconsciously, but even though He Tingge's meridians were sore and weak, his strength remained undiminished. Knowing that he had endured for a long time, he gave up struggling and placed his hand on He Tingge's chest, tentatively responding to his kiss.

"Hmm..." With a strong and aggressive kiss, Fu Qingcheng's lungs were deprived of all the breath, and a sticky cum was spit out from between the teeth before he knew it.But this sound undoubtedly added fire to He Tingge's instant body.

Fu Qingcheng, who was lying on He Tingge's body, was instantly crushed under him. His fiery palm slid in along the skirt of his clothes. The cold touch in his palm stimulated every cell in He Tingge's body.

"Wait." Fu Qingcheng took a few breaths, regained his senses and stopped He Tingge's hand tearing his clothes: "Wait a minute."

He Tingge kissed the delicate flesh on his neck, and snorted lightly, but subconsciously stopped his movements.

Fu Qingcheng took out a bottle of ointment from the belt that He Tingge tore off, took a breath and said softly, "Don't forget."

He Tingge was stunned, then smiled, took the small bottle and put it on the bedside, lowered his head to kiss Fu Qingcheng's lips, comforted his still tense body, and murmured: "It won't be like last time."

Fu Qingcheng took a deep breath, slowly relaxed his body, and whispered: "Turn off the light."

As soon as the words fell, the lights in the house were turned off quietly, only the moonlight came in through the window, vaguely covering the