Peerless Junior Uncle

He looked very serious. I even found the gun manual of the He family gun. I corrected the "Three Types of Po Bing" for you."

Seeing Fu Qingcheng's smile, He Tingge felt relieved. It was as if the stone that had been in his heart for many years was finally removed. He could finally embrace Fu Qingcheng with this identity.

"I still have a question." Fu Qingcheng raised his hand: "What is this ring?"

He Tingge reached out to hold Fu Qingcheng's hand, touched the ring on it and said, "It's a token of marriage proposal."

"Marriage proposal. Do you mean to propose marriage?" Fu Qingcheng asked.

"Well, but the conditions are limited. There should be a bouquet of flowers." He Tingge thought for a while. He had only seen someone propose like this before. He didn't know the specifics.

"Oh." Fu Qingcheng nodded: "Then do it again another day. Let me propose to you."

He Tingge: "..." Is this fun?

Just when He Tingge was about to say something, a soldier announced from outside the door: "My lord, Mr. Mu is here."

"Mu Lan." He Tingge was overjoyed. He went out with Fu Qingcheng to have a look. They saw Mingzhu's shiny white mane standing out in the moonlight. Mu Lan was walking slowly. Mingzhu was leaning on her back. Huo Qianguyan looked like she just woke up from a nap.

Mu Lan remained expressionless. He reached out to help Huo Qiangu, who was not sober at the moment. Huo Qiangu rubbed his eyes, and said vaguely, "Are you there yet?"

Mu Lan straightened his wrinkled clothes. The fox fur on the outer cover was crumpled when he fell asleep: "Here we are." Mu Lan said, her voice was not as cold as usual.

"Well...Qingcheng." Huo Qiangu saw Fu Qingcheng walking over, and he was a little clear. Fu Qingcheng walked over with a smile: "Uncle."

Huo Qiangu was a little sore from the bumpy journey. He hung on Fu Qingcheng's shoulders and didn't want to wake up. He groaned and said he was hungry.

Fu Qingcheng is used to his uncle. But Mu Lan has a dark face. Holding Huo Qiangu's arm to make him stand up straight, leave Fu Qingcheng.

"You didn't eat." Fu Qingcheng asked with a hook on his lips.

Mu Lan said coldly: "He wants to eat Tianxiangju's food. Keep his stomach all the way."

[Phew...seeing my little master uncle. I suddenly feel so relaxed. Please make complaints about it]

Haitang's first time

Mu Lan said coldly: "He wants to eat Tianxiangju's food. Keep his stomach all the way."

He Tinge: "..."

Fu Qingcheng: "..."

Is this to make Tianxiangju poor with a stomach? No. Is it to make Mu Lan poor?

"Qingcheng. When are you going to eat?" Huo Qiangu rubbed his stomach.

Yes, this is to make Fu Qingcheng poor.

"Then why don't you go eat first." He Tinge said.

Mu Lan looked at Fu Qingcheng, then at the people beside her, and said, "You and him go to dinner. I'll go and have a look."

The "you" here naturally refers to Huo Qiangu. "He" is of course Fu Qingcheng.

"En. That's fine. Mu Mu, what do you want to eat? I'll pack it for you." Huo Qiangu nodded vigorously, and was about to tug on Fu Qingcheng's sleeve, but remembered that Mu Lan didn't like him to tease others, so he took his hand back .

"It's fine." Mu Lan noticed Huo Qiangu's little action, and couldn't help feeling warm in her heart. Her complexion also softened: "It's up to you."

Seeing Fu Qingcheng leave with Huo Qiangu, Mu Lan followed He Tingge to the scene of the incident. Mu Lan reached out and got a little blood on her hand, put it under her nose and sniffed lightly. She frowned and said nothing.

Mu Lan's natural anti-drug physique really made He Tingge feel unbelievable. Seeing where Mu Lan was researching without saying a word, he didn't ask aloud. It wasn't until Mu Lan finished his busy work that he heard Mu Lan's cold voice: "give me some more time."

He Tingge naturally agreed. Not to mention that the matter is not urgent at this moment. It is said that even Mu Lan can't determine what the poison is at the first time. Naturally, He Tingge will not be in a hurry to draw a conclusion.

Fortunately, it didn't take long. Mu Lan came in with a bottle of potion. At this time, Huo Qiangu was already dozing off on the lunch box. He Tingge had been waiting. Seeing Mu Lan come in, he asked, "How is it?"

Mu Lan put the glass bottle in her hand on the table and responded lightly: "Okay. The prince can send someone to bring a piece of pork over."

Huo Qiangu heard Mu Lan's voice and woke up in a daze. He heard some pork. He frowned: "Mu Mu, don't you eat pork? I didn't buy pork..."

He Tingge called his subordinates to go to the kitchen to eat pork. Mu Lan looked at the sleepy Huo Qiangu. He walked over and tightened the fox fur on Huo Qiangu's body: "Are you full?"

"Yeah." Huo Qiangu rubbed the corners of his eyes and yawned shallowly: "The dishes in Tianxiangju are similar to those in Jiuwei Pavilion. Quickly try it." He was about to lift the lid of the box.

Mu Lan reached out to stop her: "I see. I'll eat later. Go to sleep."

"Hmm..." Huo Qiangu leaned on Mu Lan's arm and muttered, "I'm sleepy."

Seeing that the pork hadn't been brought in yet, He Tingge said, "You wait for him to rest first. If he's sleepy, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Mu Lan looked down at the drowsy person leaning on her arm. She said, "I'll be back later." After saying that, she got up and helped Huo Qiangu up: "Stand up straight and walk."

Huo Qiangu grabbed Mu Lan's arm but refused to let go. Mu Lan had no choice but to reach out to hug Huo Qiangu and follow the person who arranged the residence to go out.

He Tingge reached out and picked up the glass bottle on the table. There was a trace of red liquid in it. The bottle was very confidential. He Tingge took a look and put it on the table. Just at this time, the kitchen brought pork over. A large piece of pig Hind legs. Because of the temperature, the meat is still fresh. There is still a little blood on the bright red meat at the fracture.

Mu Lan came back not long after. Seeing that the things were ready, she took a piece of cloth and covered the pork. She also asked for things like hair and nails from the soldiers guarding the side, and put them on the loess together with the pork. .

The liquid in the bottle didn't have any peculiar smell except for that trace of red. Mu Lan took a silver needle and dipped it in the liquid medicine and inserted it on the pork. It was only a drop. Mu Lan put away the bottle and stood up straight. Just say, "Wait."

It didn't take long. The large piece of pork quickly shrank in the wrapped cloth. It took about a moment of incense. The whole pork leg melted into a puddle of pus. The cloth, hair and nails all melted away. There was only a pool of loess stained with scarlet pus or other substances on the ground.

"That's why the corpse disappeared." Mu Lan glanced at the water that turned into water, and said indifferently. He Tingge asked someone to get this thing out. It made me want to vomit...

He really admired Mu Lan. His expression didn't change.

"This is just the stock solution I prepared based on the poisonous blood. The weapons they used were not pure. They probably lost some of the toxicity during the purification process. But it has achieved the desired effect." Mu Lan was in a basin on the side. After washing my hands, I opened the lunch box brought by Huo Qiangu. The dishes looked pretty good.

He Tingge looked at the bottle of potion on the table, and suddenly shivered. Fortunately, he just looked at it just now. If he accidentally knocked it over, he probably died now without even scum.

Seeing Mu Lan calmly holding a piece of beef with chopsticks, He Tingge endured the twitching in his stomach and said, "Do you know who made it?"

"Mu Ze." Mu Lan swallowed what was in her mouth and said coldly.

"This poison was given by Mu Ze." He Tingge was a little surprised.

"No." Mu Lan said: "It was extracted from Mu Ze's body. As for who did it, I don't know."

He Tingge frowned. He guessed that Mu Ze made the thirteen corpses last time. But now the two corpses are in the same situation. Could it be Mo Qianqiu again?

"It can't be that person." After taking a few bites, Mu Lan put away the lunch box: "If he wants to restore the country, he will definitely not kill you."

He Tingge remembered what Fu Qingcheng said. Only he can open the place where "Shuangwu Qilu" is hidden. If Mo Qianqiu really wants to get this book and restore the country, he thinks he will not be so stupid as to kill himself.

And tonight's action is obviously to provoke myself and Tai Bazhen. Then Daqi and Rouran will fight. Who will win.

He Tingge's eyebrows deepened: Zhou.

Tarantula didn't want to stay here. He Tingge didn't want to embarrass him because of his relationship with Fu Qingcheng, so he let him go. But before parting, he said to Ji Wuya: "If you still have hatred in your heart, you can come here. Find me. If I hurt the people around me again, I, He Tingge, will never give up."

Ji Wuya just took a deep look at He Tingge. The corner of his right lip was slightly slanted, and even the scar stuck into the corner of his mouth: "If your surname is not He, I would appreciate you quite a bit. After all, someone who can command the armed forces at a young age. Really too few."

"My surname is He and has nothing to do with He Yuan." After saying that, He Tingge turned and walked away.

Ji Wuya looked at the man in silver armor. The red cloak was lifted by the breeze. The straight back of the man wearing the silver crown with flower feathers. After all, he let out a sigh of relief. He got on his horse and walked away.

Haitang entered the door and threw down the mask in his hands. The exaggerated ghost bared its fangs. He took a few sips of the bowl on the table and drank it. He let out a sigh of relief. He sat on the chair and stretched his muscles and bones: "I said. How about we go all out!" Let’s get rid of Tarbazhen’s lair. It saves him from harming people. He doesn’t fight well. Every time I see those desperate Rouran idiots, I can’t bear to do it.”

"Why. You won't have a sudden conscience one day. Let them come in with the switch." He Tingge joked.

"Although I'm very kind, I'm not stupid." Haitang curled his lips: "At most, let the little master copy more scriptures of the past life, and save them. Don't be a pig or a dog in the next life."

He Tingge smiled: "Why didn't you copy it yourself?