Peerless Junior Uncle

: "If you are really good for him, don't give him hope. If you give it, you will be responsible to the end. Don't take him for a fool."

As he spoke, he threw a box to He Tingge. It was a small red lacquer box. He Tingge opened it with his hand. There was only a piece of paper and a ruby ​​ring inside.

"The world is safe and secure. Do not fail the Tathagata and live up to the Qing..." The delicate and straight words on the red note. It is not Fu Qingcheng who can write it. It is just the drop of dark red blood on it. But I don't know when I got it up...

"I originally planned to take him away directly. It is best not to see you for the rest of my life. But these days, it seems that even if you are not together, his health still shows no signs of improvement. Rather than that, it is better to let him come back to see you."

"How is he now?" He Tingge's heart tightened upon hearing this.

"You are really calm." Mu Lan snorted coldly: "Or you have already planned to live a good life with your princess. Really don't ask him anymore."

"Mu Lan, where is he?" He Tingge asked in a deep voice, not caring about his sneer.

"Where else can he be? The vegetation and fallen leaves are all things to say. But he doesn't even have the most basic home."

Cuigu...the only place He Tingge could think of where Fu Qingcheng would go. His eyebrows darkened. What kind of fate is he? He just wanted to see that person as soon as possible. I hate myself why I left him alone. I promised him clearly and gave him a home......

Seeing Fu Qingcheng again, He Tingge seemed to return to the pear orchard that was about to storm a few years ago. The smile of that young man when he turned around was deeply imprinted in his heart and could never be erased.

"You're here." The azure clothes were as dusty as ever. When he turned around, he smiled slightly. It seemed that he knew he would come.

"Qingcheng." He Tingge looked at the man who hadn't seen him in the past few months. The tip of his nose was slightly sore, and he let out a low voice. He took a few steps forward and hugged him into his arms. He Tingge buried his head in Fu Qingcheng's neck, greedily breathing in the familiar smell.

Fu Qingcheng let him hold him. He didn't say a word. It's okay. He finally waited for him......

"Fengxi, don't leave me anymore..." The soft whisper fell into He Tingge's ear, and it hurt the eardrum. He tightened his arms to embrace the person in his arms: "It won't happen. Never again."

"Fate is a lie. You are not my plague...but my medicine."

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"Remember I said I would give you a gift." He Tingge gently pinched Fu Qingcheng's knee. The sun shone warmly on his body, driving away the chill of the autumn wind.

Fu Qingcheng leaned on the back of the wheelchair. Hearing that he was holding He Tingge's hairy hand, he paused: "I remember what I said last time in the military camp."

He Tingge held Fu Qingcheng's cold fingers with one hand and put them on his lips, exhaling warmly. He smiled and said, "You will know in a while."

Come back home

He Tingge held Fu Qingcheng's cold fingers with one hand and put them on his lips, exhaling warmly. He smiled and said, "You will know in a while."

Sitting in the carriage. Even though the horses were allowed to go very slowly, the carriage was covered with thick carpets. But it was still a bit bumpy. Fu Qingcheng yawned wearily. Leaning on He Tingge's shoulder, he said lazily: " Where to."

"Go to bed if you're sleepy. I'll call you when you get there." He Tingge said softly. He reached out and tightened the fox fur around Fu Qingcheng's neck.

Fu Qingcheng shook his head, but said with a smile: "Not sleepy, just lazy..."

He Tingge pampered Fu Qingcheng's nose. He didn't say anything. Fu Qingcheng leaned against him, pinched his fingers and played with them. He stuffed his cold hands into the other's warm palm. He knew it was very warm there. But unfortunately, I can't feel anything...

After all, he still fell asleep. He Tingge embraced the man who was not sleeping soundly in his arms. He sat quietly in the carriage without calling him. His fingers lightly brushed Fu Qingcheng's slightly furrowed brows, trying to soothe him .What the hell. Makes him so uneasy even in his sleep.

Bow your head and kiss the forehead of the person in your arms. From now on, I will always be with you. I will never leave you alone again. Qingcheng. You must get better. We still have many things to do, many things to say, many scenery Didn't go to see.......

"Why didn't you call me?" Fu Qingcheng woke up with a slight frown and found that the carriage was no longer shaking. He asked He Tingge: "Have you arrived yet?"

He Tingge nodded: "Here we are."

Fu Qingcheng raised the curtain of the car and looked out. It was almost dusk on the hillside. There was a green lake. It was illuminated by the setting sun with attractive light. There was a small courtyard by the lake. It was a delicate two-story building. It was just a little far away. .can not see clearly......

"Let's go down and have a look." He Tingge said as he opened the curtain and went down. Then he turned around and carried Fu Qingcheng out of the carriage, put him on the prepared wheelchair, and pushed him towards the wooden house by the lake.

The setting sun shines from the small hillside. It sprinkles on the small courtyard in front of you. It seems to be covered with a warm carpet. Fu Qingcheng is pushed into the courtyard by He Tingge. The familiar pattern. And the small building in Cuigu was actually built by Nine points are similar. The only difference is that there are no trees that cover the sky and the sun.

"From now on, this is our home." He Tingge squatted in front of Fu Qingcheng and said softly and sincerely. He took out the agate ring in one hand and took Fu Qingcheng's hand. Put it on gently and solemnly: "In the future... It’s not allowed to take it off either. It’s not allowed for the rest of your life.”

Fu Qingcheng looked at the man in front of him. The evening sun hit the side of the man's face. Outlined the outline of him deeply in his heart. His cold fingers touched the side of the man's face. He smiled lightly and said, "Okay."

The crystal liquid ran across the face, reflecting the dazzling light under the setting sun. He Tingge held his hand and kissed Fu Qingcheng's eyelids pitifully. The salty taste passed through the taste buds and reached the bottom of his heart.

Qingcheng. My Qingcheng......

When He Tingge brought Yi Huan out of the palace, Yi Huan lay on He Tingge's shoulder, sat on He Tingge's arm, and asked curiously, "Uncle, where are we going?"

"Go home." He Tingge put on Yi Huan's tiger hat and said gently.

Yi Huan blinked and blinked: "Isn't this our home?"

He Tingge looked up at the large plaque on top of his head. The four characters were gilded. It was also a little eclipsed by the bleak autumn wind.

"From now on, a place with a clean city is my home." He Tingge said softly.

Yihuan's eyes lit up: "Are you going to live with Master?"

"En." Touching Xiaotuanzi's fleshy face, He Tingge nodded solemnly.

"My lord." Before he stepped out of the mansion, there was a desolate cry from behind. He Tingge stopped and turned around. He saw Wang Ruyan who had already ignored etiquette. He walked quickly, stood in front of He Tingge, and asked him in a trembling voice: "Where are you going, my lord?"

"Go home." He Tingge said lightly.

After hearing this, Wang Ruyan saw that He Tingge had almost brought Yi Huan's things, forced a smile on her face, pursed her lips and said softly, "Isn't this the prince's home?"

He Tingge didn't answer her. He just said, "Take care."

"My lord." Wang Ruyan saw him turn and leave. After all, she burst into tears. She shouted: "Do you want me now? What did I do wrong? Let you leave me again and again... ..."

"Princess..." The maid on one side stepped forward to support the crumbling Wang Ruyan.

Wang Ruyan threw off the maid and staggered into He Tingge. She reached out to grab He Tingge's sleeve, but found that she couldn't keep up with his footsteps......

"I am your princess...what should I do if you don't want me."

He Tingge sighed and turned back and said: "You are the princess of the Kaiyang Palace. As long as you want to do it, you will always be. From now on, I am just He Tingge. There is no real husband and wife between you and me. Don't make it difficult for you anymore Myself, please let me go."

"Let you go..." Wang Ruyan said with a miserable smile, "Who will let me go. I don't want to be a princess. I just want to be by your side. He Tingge. You are so cruel..."

"We were wrong from the beginning. I hope you don't make mistakes again and again." He Tingge said, "If you want to hate me, you can hate me." After finishing speaking, he didn't want to stay any longer. He rolled onto the horse with Yi Huan in his arms. back to leave.

Some things, the more entangled, the more unclear. Since there is no possibility, you should not leave a glimmer of hope for her. If it is the beginning, there will be no such entanglements. Maybe. Everyone can relax...,

.........

The first snow in winter came quietly at night. Fu Qingcheng, sleeping in He Tingge's arms, wrinkled his nose and slowly opened his eyes. In his blurred vision, he could only see the bright windows under the moonlight. The heavy snow was like goose feathers General. Flying down from the sky slowly. Casting a silhouette on the window paper...  

Open the window. The cold wind mixed with snowflakes broke into the house. A little coolness fell on the tip of the nose. Fu Qingcheng reached out and touched the tip of the nose. A slight wetness came from the fingertips. He curled up the corners of his lips happily and reached out to catch it The falling snowflakes...

Suddenly, a burst of warmth came from his shoulders. Looking back, he saw He Tingge wrapping a large mink fur cape around his shoulders. There was a helpless smile on his lips: "I don't know how cold it is."

He Tingge took advantage of the situation and hugged Fu Qingcheng from behind. He stretched out his hand to hold his cold hand, warming it in his own palm. With one hand, he closed the window that was too open.

Fu Qingcheng leaned against He Tingge's arms behind him and suddenly smiled: "Let's go to have a snowball fight."

"Now." He Tingge looked at him sideways.