C111 The 2005 Couple Was Deeply in Love with Each Other(1)

It was already autumn. Ye Qingcheng carefully put on a cloak for the pavilion and sat on the porch with her arms crossed, waiting for the night meal. For a moment, there was nothing to say.

Fu Ting leaned on Ye Qingcheng's shoulder for a long time before he finally asked the crux of his heart: "Qingcheng, do you also think that Ting's scheme is sinister and evil, and that the sin of killing is too heavy?" Before he could reply, he continued, "Actually, our army is several times stronger than the main army. Even if we fight head on, we will still win." Fu Ting sighed deeply, "However, if that is the case, the soldiers of Great Zhou will definitely suffer casualties. I am unwilling and cannot bear to see it happen. Only by luring them in when they are not prepared can we achieve a complete victory. "

Ye Qingcheng naturally understood what she was thinking: "Zhizhi, it is really hard on you." As for the scheme, it was indeed a bit ruthless, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

"Qingcheng, there is something you don't know..." The general reached out his hand and grabbed Ye Qingcheng's hand. He felt much more at ease when his hand was dry and warm. "After cutting off the escape route of the Great Zheng Army, I could have just shot arrows without pouring fire oil or setting fire. But, but I don't dare to be careless... I've heard that the Great Zhou soldiers are brave, but their strength and horsemanship are much weaker. "

" If Great Zheng's cavalry charges up high, the situation will immediately change. " Fu Zhizhi's hand that was holding Ye Qingcheng trembled, "If we want to secure victory, fire attacks are indeed the best strategy."

When Ye Qingcheng heard her say all this, she knew that she was blaming herself a little too much, "Even Brother Rong knows that you are thinking too much." He stroked his ink-black hair with one hand and comforted her: "In a battle between two armies, either you die or I die. We only kill soldiers and not civilians. If Ting Zhizhi allows them to go back, the ones who die in the future might be the unarmed Great Zhou civilians. " Leaning his chin on the top of Fu Ting's head, he closed his eyes." Since we need to be righteous, we can't care about Little Ren. "

"Qingcheng." The Pavilion Master raised his head. His jet-black eyes were filled with anticipation. "You don't think I'm vicious, do you?"

Ye Qingcheng tried his best to smile naturally, "Ting Zhi, what are you saying? You and I are the same person, so how can I feel that I am vicious?" He held up that small face with both hands and coaxed softly, "Ting Zhi, you are only thirteen years old, and you are only truly fourteen when winter comes. You are so young, yet you have such deep foresight, and your strategies are better than a thousand miles away. Many people will never be able to match up to you in their entire lives. " As he spoke, he pressed his lips against his smooth forehead. "Qingcheng has you. It is the fortune of her life."

As his red lips moved a few times, Fu Ting's face finally turned blood red. "In this life, Ting has you. It is more than a blessing." The two of them looked at each other and revealed their true feelings. For a moment, they were speechless, but it was better than thousands of words.

When Fu Ting came back to his senses, he saw the beard on Ye Qingcheng's lips. He was immediately shocked. "Qingcheng, why do you have a beard?"

"I'm nineteen. After the New Year Festival, I'll be twenty years old. It's natural for me to have a beard." Ye Qingcheng proudly stroked the fur on his mouth: "Zhangzhao's beard is extremely beautiful, I want to have one too."

"Bah! Bah! Bah!" The pavilion lost all of its bearing and spat several times: "Ye Qingcheng, the twelve young masters! We've known each other for so long, have I ever asked you for a favor?"

Ye Qingcheng narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment: "Yes..." He looked at the pavilion leader: "Please let me send you brothers to the capital, this is one of the reasons. A few days ago, an urgent letter sent me back to Mao County to lure the manor owner over to join the army. This... "

"Don't say anymore." Fu Zhizhi pushed Ye Qingcheng away and shouted with a red face, "Don't have a beard. I hate this, I hate it!"

Ye Qingcheng blinked inexplicably and looked at Fu Ting, whose face was filled with anger and did not seem to be joking. After a while, she asked, "Why? People of Great Zhou, if the high halls of your home are not allowed to shave, would the pavilion not have a beard? "

"Of course I won't!" Fu Ting grabbed his two fists and said with a loud and powerful voice, "You are the same as me, you cannot have a beard. Do you hear me?"

"Pavilion Zhi, you have to give me a reason, right?" Ye Qingcheng could not understand this ridiculous request, "This is also..." Her soft lips were already pressed against his lips, with a slight trace of warmth and wetness.

Ye Qingcheng suddenly reached out and hugged him to deepen the kiss. He struggled for a while until he couldn't breathe properly before letting go: "Ting Zhi?"

The pavilion head had a completely red face and pouted with a slightly swollen cherry: "With a beard, it won't be easy to kiss..." With that, he turned around and ran. In the blink of an eye, he was nowhere to be seen.

Touching his lips in a daze, Ye Qingcheng finally reacted after a long time. He shouted "Ting Zhi" and chased after him. The expected door was slammed right in front of the door: "Ting Zhi, I promise you."

"Really?" Fu Ting Zhi, who was inside the door, asked in a soft voice, "I didn't force you."

Ye Qingcheng knocked on the door a few times: "I'm willing." He knocked a few more times: "You and I are talking through the door. Other people saw a joke, so let me in?"

"You can come in." The delicate voice of Fu Ting floated out. "You are not allowed to hug me."

"Alright." Ye Qingcheng immediately agreed: "I'll listen to you." The moment the door opened, Ye Qingcheng took a step forward and picked him up: "I won't hug you, I'll only hug you." He took a few steps to the bedside and bent down to look at the lovely person: "Pavilion Head, you're mine."

"I am yours." Fu Ting Zhi lay on the bed and looked up at the person. He stretched out a finger and pointed at Ye Qingcheng's forehead, "Fu Ting's is Ye Qingcheng's." He then traced a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows between his eyebrows. "My Qingcheng is really beautiful, really handsome."

"Pavilion's Pavilion..." He touched the corner of his eye with his finger. Ye Qingcheng's entire body was itching: "Let me kiss her again."