Peerless Junior Uncle

The lukewarm temperament makes people feel that the one just now is a vase, and this is the deity's idea.

But obviously no one paid attention to these details. Seeing that He Tingge came back, the wedding banquet also started. Ministers came to toast one after another, and He Tingge drank accordingly. Although they still didn't talk much, everyone knew that King Kaiyang was like this , it would be nice to be able to speak.

Gao Zhan stood beside He Tingge, looked at He Tingge, and said with a smile: "I also congratulate King Kaiyang on his beautiful return, a happy marriage for a hundred years."

"I still have to thank the emperor for bestowing the marriage." He Tingge replied flatly: "If you hadn't thought it through carefully, how could this humble minister have such a blessing."

"I'm really not used to hearing you say that." Gao Zhan smiled.

"I really don't know what you like." He Tingge said in a neutral tone.

Gao Zhan touched the glass in He Ting's singer with his wine glass, drained it all at once, raised his brows, and said with a soft smile, "I owe you."

He Tingge didn't say much after drinking, Gao Zhanli also delivered what he needed to say, and Baiyan also took it, and naturally drove back to the palace. Once the emperor left, the ministers gradually let go of their original restraint. It's time to drink and drink. It was time to flatter and flatter, but He Tingge still dealt with it indifferently.

Until Wang Taiwei made some secret arrangements, someone said: "My lord, go back to rest earlier, don't make the bride wait too long."

"That's right, a spring night is worth a thousand gold." The one who took the lead naturally echoed.

He Tingge didn't want to stay here for a long time, so he took the opportunity to follow everyone's wishes, and the servant led the way to the new house.

At this time, Haitang was picking up the human skin on his face, because it was just glued on, it was a little tight, grinning his teeth in pain for a while, Xu Ziyang couldn't help but persuade: "Take it first, it will be better if you pick it up tomorrow, Mu Lan The potion formula left by my uncle is still there, I will make it tonight."

"No, no, no." Haitang shook his head: "It's too uncomfortable. The prince is back now. It would be so awkward if he saw it. Besides, his face is very itchy with this thing, and he can't scratch it. If he stays up all night, the first The next day, there will definitely be prickly heat on the face."

Xu Ziyang had no choice but to see He Tingge saying these words with a bitter face, he really couldn't get used to it, so he said: "Wait a minute, I'll go to my little uncle for help."

However, Fu Qingcheng was not at the banquet early on, and everyone who asked him said he had never seen it, only the boy at the door said that someone had sent him a letter, but he didn't know about it afterwards.

After He Tingge entered the door, the dowry maids who had been staying in the brightly lit new house left one after another, and the smile on the face of the matchmaker who hadn't left showed wrinkles. He Tingge frowned: "Go out."

As soon as the matchmaker took the customary items for the wedding in her hand, she heard He Tingge call him out, she was puzzled and said, "My lord..."

"Go down first, there's no need." He Tingge glanced coldly at some things on the table that he had never seen before, the matchmaker smiled dryly, but she didn't dare to offend King Kaiyang, so she had to back down.

Wang Ruyan listened to the door being closed, and subconsciously tightened her fingers on her knees. He Tingge listened to the people outside who hadn't dispersed, and said nothing, sitting at the round table in the room, on which was prepared wedding wine, Since being drugged unknowingly last time, He Tingge paid attention and didn't drink it. There were cakes on the table, and she looked a little hungry. She didn't eat all day and drank a lot of wine.

"Are you hungry?" He Tingge said lightly to Wang Ruyan who was sitting by the bed like a statue. Wang Ruyan had been sitting here for almost a day, so she should be hungry: "Eat these if you are hungry."

just my peerless

Wang Ruyan suddenly heard him speak, and nervously squeezed the handkerchief in her hand: "I'm not hungry."

He Tingge didn't speak any more, and he didn't get up until the people outside dispersed. Wang Ruyan saw He Tingge standing up from outside the red gauze, and was even more nervous and at a loss, but He Tingge stood two steps away from her and said calmly: "You chose the path yourself. Your intentions for me were wrong from the beginning. I reminded you at the beginning, but you refused to let go. I can't control other people's thoughts and feelings, and others can't control me. Today's wedding , is your father's wish, and this king has fulfilled his wish, but the rest, this king can't give you."

Wang Ruyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, looking at the man who was about to turn around and walk away, she tremblingly said: "My lord, what's wrong with Ruyan?"

"There is nothing wrong with you, but you are not the one I want."

"You said it, but Mr. Wuchen..." Wang Ruyan bit her lower lip lightly to suppress the tears in her eyes, her fingers were twisted in the handkerchief and hurt.

"Yes." He Tingge knew that Wang Ruyan should have understood that day, and he didn't want to hide it from her. Besides, he never thought of hiding this feeling.

The teardrops on Wang Ruyan's fair chin finally dripped on her fingers, soaked into the red gauze, and said with a trembling wry smile: "Yes, it should be his, you are all so unique..."

He Tingge turned his back to Wang Ruyan, exhaled lightly, and said lightly: "Everyone is unique, but he is just my peerless peerless."

Everyone is unique, only he is my peerless peerless...

Wang Ruyan was so shocked by this sentence that she couldn't say anything for a long time. She watched He Tingge open the door outside the red gauze and left. He was unwilling to even lift the hijab for himself, because he didn't think of her as his bride from the beginning...

The summer nights in Kyoto are not too hot, and the occasional cool breeze can make people feel refreshed. Yu Wenyong squinted his eyes, sniffing the scent of wine mixed in the wind, and the corners of his resolute lips curled up. A slight arc.

"It seems that you enjoy the climate here." Qinglie's voice was slightly lazy.

Yu Wenyong smiled, and looked at Fu Qingcheng sitting opposite him in a red dress: "Yeah, after all, our side is as hot as a steam oven these days." After finishing speaking, he looked at Fu Qingcheng's slender fingers against the crimson shirt The bottom is almost transparent, and the jet-black hair brushes against the neck quietly on the collar, and can't help but say: "No dust."

Fu Qingcheng raised his eyebrows.

"Has anyone ever said that you look really... amazing in red?" Yu Wenyong was a little short of words, and his expression was a little tangled, as if he couldn't find any words to describe the man in front of him.

Fu Qingcheng just smiled, and said noncommittally, "Really?"

"How about you go with me?" Yu Wenyong looked at Fu Qingcheng's smile and felt a little sad. He knew that He Tingge got married today, so he rushed back from Beizhou. He didn't know the relationship between Fu Qingcheng and He Tingge. What kind of feelings exist, but his intuition tells him that this person is unhappy, and he doesn't want him to be unhappy.

"Go? Where are you going?" Fu Qingcheng asked lightly.

"That's fine, as long as you're happy." Yu Wenyong looked straight at Fu Qingcheng with hopeful eyes: "He Tingge got married today, aren't you happy?"

"En." Fu Qingcheng admittedly disagreed: "It's true that I'm not happy, but I won't be happy wherever I go with you."

"Why, although I don't quite understand your relationship, it's not difficult to guess by looking at your outfit today." Yu Wenyong frowned: "It's very strange, I don't think there is anything wrong with the relationship between you two , but not everyone in the world thinks so..."

"What do you care about other people?" Fu Qingcheng interrupted him lightly, with a smile all the time on his face: "Why do you need others to approve, besides, I never think there is anything wrong."

Under the night wind, the Sansheng tree made the crisp sound of wooden signs colliding, a leaf fluttered down gently, was caught by slender fingers, and it seemed that it could smell the fragrance of wood under the nose......

Looking at the calm man in front of him, Yu Wenyong felt a little distressed: "But he got married today."

"That's right." Fu Qingcheng sighed softly: "We're married... It's a pity that you called me here before I had even drunk the wedding wine. You are really hateful."

"..." Yu Wenyong didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "At worst, I will pay you a meal."

Fu Qingcheng smiled and said nothing, just drank the wine in his hand one by one, the silver wine glass was coated with a layer of coolness under the moonlight.

"Wuchen, there is a saying, I don't know if I should say you."

"That's all said, if you don't say it, it won't make me hungry."

"You are destined to be a greedy wolf. Although meeting He Tingge saved you from disaster, your body can't bear this kind of consumption at all..."

"I know." Fu Qingcheng interrupted him: "So what, my life is my own, I know it. But even if I can live a hundred years by avoiding him, what's the point?"

"But if this goes on..." Yu Wenyong frowned.

Fu Qingcheng looked into Yu Wenyong's eyes, and said seriously: "I know, you sent people to follow me, you know my every move, but, I can let you monitor me, but absolutely don't interfere with me."

"I didn't want to monitor you." Yu Wenyong explained: "I didn't want to interfere with you either."

"I know what you mean. Apart from using each other, we can always be friends. I don't want to reject people thousands of miles away. However, there are some things that I have answers in my heart. I know what happened with him, Tanlang The legend of Ziwei is always just a legend, I am not afraid of death, but I don't want to be alone, I will be alone until I die."

Listening to what he said, Yu Wenyong didn't know what to say for a while, friend?If it wasn't for his own identity, he wouldn't want to be as simple as just friends. He was a little jealous of He Tingge, who could love someone without any burden, and give Fu Qingcheng the most complete trust and heart, but he was never let go by those Fu Qingcheng. The burden in my eyes is in the deep palace, fighting wits with my uncle