Peerless Junior Uncle

The sound of rain, it seems, such a quiet life is really like a dream.

After a long time, He Tingge's flat voice came: "You don't want to ask me?"

"What?" Fu Qingcheng said quietly.

"Why did I do this?"

"Want to say?"

He Tinge paused, and said, "I don't want to."

"Then go to sleep." Fu Qingcheng rubbed He Tingge's shoulder in front of his forehead, found a comfortable position and closed his eyes peacefully.

He Tingge felt the scratched hair on his shoulders, itching, but not disturbing.

Due to sleeping for too long, He Tingge lay on the bed, tilted his head and looked at the already dark and blurry sky outside the window, the rain was still falling, and the moon was also covered by thick clouds, so there was no light at all.

"Can't sleep?" After a while, Fu Qingcheng's muffled voice sounded from the back of his head.

"Well, I've slept for too long." He Tingge said calmly, looking at the night.

Sensing the movement of the person behind him, and the breath that seemed to be sprayed on his arm was far away, He Tingge turned his head and saw Fu Qingcheng lying flat, who was looking at him with his eyes open: "Then let's chat. "

"Aren't you sleepy?" He Tingge asked lightly.

"I'm not sleepy for the time being, besides, I won't be able to fall asleep." Fu Qingcheng took his hand out of the bed to pat the quilt, and sighed softly.

He Tingge subconsciously looked at Fu Qingcheng's face, which was indeed a little pale, and frowned, "How long has it been?"

"Hmm... It's been a long time, eight years, or ten years? I haven't paid much attention to it, so I don't really remember it." Fu Qingcheng said in a clear voice, "I'm used to it."

He Tingge didn't answer, just gave Fu Qingcheng a blank look, turned his head away, and muttered softly: "I'm sick!"

"You say I'm still my master?" Fu Qingcheng asked with a chuckle.

"All."

Looking at the shiny black hair on the back of his head, Fu Qingcheng sighed, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and asked aloud: "How old are you?"

"I don't remember." He Tingge said coldly.

Fu Qingcheng curled his lips, and poked He Tingge's shoulder with his finger: "Hey, uncle, I am so nice to chat with you, can you be sincere?"

He Tingge turned his head helplessly, looked into Fu Qingcheng's clear eyes, and asked, "Then how old are you?" In fact, He Tingge didn't know how old this He Tingge is now, but he was in his youth, about fourteen or sixteen.

"I'm fifteen."

"Oh, I'm sixteen."

"..."

Looking at Fu Qingcheng's narrowed eyes, He Tingge's mood suddenly improved a little, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"Then I'm your uncle too."

"......."

He Tingge turned his head away.

"Hello." Fu Qingcheng poked his shoulder: "The truth."

"What happened to the map you gave me?" He Tingge changed the subject, and a faint voice came from the other side. Fu Qingcheng was taken aback, and asked, "What map?"

"Think slowly."

Sure enough, it became quiet over there, as if he was really trying to remember, He Tingge waited for a while but didn't hear any movement behind him, wondering if this kid really forgot?Thinking of this, I turned around and planned to remind.

However, looking back, he saw Fu Qingcheng looking at him with a suppressed smile on his face, He Tingge frowned, and seemed to understand something in the next moment, his face darkened a little.

Storm is coming

"I thought you came to Liyuan because someone showed you the way. You wouldn't come here with that picture?" Fu Qingcheng asked ninja with a smile. "That's just something I drew for fun."

Sure enough, He Tingge's face turned dark again.

"Well...Actually." Fu Qingcheng couldn't hold back after all, covered the quilt and smiled for a while, then said: "That painting was given by my master, but what he gave was a jade pendant, that is Look, he said that is the structure of the pear garden. Don't look at my yard is not big, the master told me that it was built by the master of the master. The pear garden was planted and the array was laid out. It was originally for cultivating the mind and nature, so as not to be disturbed by others. Later, Master Uncle Qian Qiuzi built a foundation in the valley and built a Tibetan Army Pavilion under the pear orchard, but Master was too lazy to manage these, so he left me here and let me look at the jade pendant he gave me before he left."

"Your master is gone?" He Tingge asked lightly.

"...cough cough, I'm going to travel in the clouds."

"Oh......"

"Then how did you get in?"

"you guess."

"..." Fu Qingcheng looked at the back of He Tingge's head, smiled faintly, shook his head, and didn't ask any further questions.

"If you go back like this, your old servant will probably accuse me of Xingshi." Fu Qingcheng glanced at the bruise on He Tingge's exposed arm, and sighed heavily.

'Are you scared? "He Tingge asked lightly.

"Well, a little." Fu Qingcheng stroked his chin and nodded cautiously.

"If I ask you about what happened before I came to Cuigu, how much can you say?" He Tingge suddenly turned his head and asked seriously.

Hearing this, Fu Qingcheng froze for a moment, then nodded, and said, "Let me think about it first." He didn't ask unnecessary questions, nor did he ask He Tingge why he asked him, just as He Tingge didn't ask him unnecessary questions.

He doesn't ask about his background, just as he doesn't ask about his insights.The so-called tacit understanding is nothing more than that.

"Well, little prince, as I said, you have to cover me, don't let your father do anything to me because of your injuries."

"I'll think about it."

Fu Qingcheng squinted his eyes, and didn't bother to refute him, took a breath, and said slowly: "The young prince of Qi Guojing's mansion, the only youngest son of Prince Jing He Yuan, who has an older brother, He Tingli, should be crowned by now, and his sister is the concubine .Um...are these enough?"

Seeing Fu Qingcheng's earnest expression on his face, which seemed a little pitiful, He Tingge smiled softly, "I don't know him anyway."

Fu Qingcheng looked at him, withdrew his expression, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, you will remember.

Afterwards, He Tingge occasionally asked a question, and Fu Qingcheng would say a few words if he knew it, and if he didn't know it, he would say: "I'm not a god, so ask me everything." To prevaricate.

"Aren't you my god?" He Tingge would reply at the right time.After that, I saw Fu Qingcheng shaking his head helplessly, sighing: "Miscalculation."

The night seemed very long, and I couldn't feel the passage of time. It wasn't until He Tingge didn't hear the voice of the person behind him for a long time, and turned his face away, that he saw the handsome young man's eyebrows right in front of his eyes. It seemed that his eyelashes would be scratched in the blink of an eye. his face.Fu Qingcheng fell asleep quietly at some point, breathing steadily while resting on He Tingge's face, itching.

Looking at the sleeping face of the young man in front of him, for some reason, a feeling of peace of mind filled his whole body, as if as long as this person was by his side, nothing was important.He Tingge gently leaned against Fu Qingcheng's forehead with his forehead, and rubbed against it. Unlike his feverish forehead at the moment, there was a coolness over there, but he was greedy for the coolness and was reluctant to leave.

He stretched out his hand to draw Fu Qingcheng's cold legs closer to him, he was right, the wound did not itch anymore.

With a smile on the corner of his lips, the night became darker, and there was still the sound of pattering rain outside the window, but even the sound of breathing could not be heard clearly in the room.

Different from the tranquility of the bamboo buildings in the pear orchard at the moment, on an ancient road to the north outside the green valley, a group of people and horses are rushing forward in the heavy rain.

The heavy rain mixed with the neighing of the horses revealed a bit of anxiety at night.

Suddenly, a torch was lit in front of him, and even in the heavy rain, the leader still let out a soft shout: "Woo..."

The horse under its crotch neighed, raised its front hooves and stopped the sprinting pace, and the horses behind were also stopped one after another, shaking their rain-soaked manes and panting heavily.

"Who's in front?" A roar filled with genuine anger sounded from a distance, and the man in black with a bamboo hat in front of the team slightly raised his head, and through the rain, he saw two big words written on the tower not far ahead. : "Luoyang".The shouter was standing on the top of the city tower with his armor wet by the rain, looking warily at the people below.

But the man in black waved his hand, and something flew from his hand towards the tower. The general on the tower was startled, and dodged the oncoming object, only heard a muffled sound next to his ear, and turned his head to look, Turned pale with shock, he shouted downstairs: "Open the city gate!"

The rainwater slid down the bamboo hat, hitting the silver embroidery on the black background on the arm of the man in black, giving off a cold light.The man in black waved his hand and stepped down to remind him. A group of people walked towards the opening city gate.

The general on the tower pulled out the black iron token stuck on the pillar and hurried downstairs.

: "General, this is?" A lieutenant followed up with a puzzled expression.

"Xuanhua Order." Without wiping off the rain on his face, the general hurriedly said, "The token of the emperor's personal guards. The personal guards came here in person, maybe something big is going to happen."

Lightning and thunder in the sky descended on the city of Luoyang in early spring, and the flames flickered in the wind but did not go out.

It may be that He Tingge's health is already good, or that Fu Qingcheng's medicinal materials that need to be moved around all day really have a good effect. Frowning, slowly opened his eyes, just about to reach out to rub the sore eyelids, but found that his hands were numb and unconscious.

It turned out that after lying on the ground all night, his arms were already numb, but he turned his head to see Fu Qingcheng still leaning his head on his shoulder, sleeping soundly.Thinking about it, I slept too late last night, and I had been in a coma for a while before, so I woke up earlier.

After thinking about it, it seemed that there was nothing to do when he got up, so he simply lay on his stomach without moving.I wanted to pull my arm out, but seeing Fu Qingcheng's sleeping portrait, I had no choice but to hold back.

Fortunately, Fu Qingcheng was a very light sleeper, and after taking a few breaths of the morning air with the fragrance of earth, he woke up leisurely.wrinkled nose, turned