C121 One Look at the Horizon Can Cut off the Intestines of Men(1)

For fear of the blood on his body scaring the Talisman Pavilion, he went back to the river and simply washed it. The dust on his body had not been removed. Ye Qingcheng refused the rare offer of service from the Qiu Dynasty and ordered him to take good care of him. After carefully tidying up the bedding, he went to the rear chamber to wash away the blood and dust on the battlefield.

After returning to the chamber with only his undergarments, he saw the Qiu sitting in front of the bed and dozing off. He thought that serving the Mistress these few days was tiring: "Go and rest in the outer chambers." After sending Da Qiu away, he took another blanket and laid down next to Fu Ting. He reached out his hand to hug her and closed his eyes in deep thought.

The Third Prince was already dead, and half of the major problems on the road to the throne were eliminated. Although the Tushan Water Army had won the battle, they had suffered heavy casualties and were powerless to fight anymore. Regardless of victory or defeat in this battle, they could only return to the south to protect their master. This was the retreat path that had been discussed before the war. Even if the Great Zhou Imperial Court sent reinforcements, they would not be able to tempt the First Prince to abandon the Jiangnan battlefield and turn to deal with this small problem. The Tushan Water Army had no value to be used anymore...

It was time to return! Ye Qingcheng held her breath as she looked at the serene sleeping face in front of her. She slowly exhaled out the frustration in her heart. She gently pressed the kiss on the smooth forehead of the Talisman Pavilion. "Pavilion Head, if one day you know everything, will you blame me?"

The sleeping pavilion head felt Ye Qingcheng's kiss and softly murmured in comfort. His face unconsciously rubbed for a bit before finding a more comfortable place to continue sleeping.

"Pavilion Head, I have to go." Ye Qingcheng used an inaudible voice to say: "If I don't go now, I'm afraid..." If he didn't leave at this time, the Tushan Water Army and the Boats would arrive at the capital. It would be difficult to escape again. Thinking of this, Ye Qingcheng felt even more reluctant. She looked at the person in her arms obsessively. "You are sick, so how can I leave..."

The head of the Talisman Pavilion. Ye Qingcheng knew very well what it meant to him. He knew very well how heaven defying this love was. However, he was not afraid at all. At the same time, he understood that the person he loved was similarly fearless. Because of this, only by ascending to the supreme throne would he be able to protect and take care of him better. He would stay by his side and accompany him for the rest of his life.

Now that the Fu Clan had sent a ship to pick him up and the Fu Pavilion had servants to take care of him, Ye Qingcheng could finally relax and no longer have an excuse to stay. It was time to leave. It was time to leave...

"Don't shoot, don't shoot. We are from the Zhou." After sleeping for a while in a daze, he heard someone shouting on the river surface. There were also hurried footsteps and berating voices on the ship: "This is Uncle Zhong Yi's ship, no one is allowed to approach!"

"I apologize for disturbing you so late at night. May I ask if the Twelve Young Masters of the Ye Clan are on your boat?" The answer came again from the river surface: "If the Twelve Young Masters are here, please let us know."

Ye Qingcheng, who was the first to be scolded, had already woken up from his daze. He quickly put on his clothes and got out of bed, grabbing the silver spear in his hand. At this moment, he could tell that the voice belonged to Meng Xia, so he hurried out of the room and said, "Don't panic. This general is here to study with you."

Meng Xia heard it clearly on the boat, so he hurriedly shouted, "Young Master Twelve, I am Meng Xia. Madam Ye is in critical condition. Please return with me as soon as possible. "

"What did you say?" Ye Qingcheng took a step to the edge of the boat. At this time, a soldier was holding a torch. It lit up the river's surface. Ye Qingcheng looked at Meng Xia: "Is that true?" There was another meaning to this question: Could it be that Master wanted me to go back?

Meng Xia anxiously cupped his hands together and bowed: "Young Noble Twelve, please follow me back. I'm afraid I won't be able to see Madam if I'm late." The small boat slowly leaned against the large boat.

Ye Qingcheng knew that it was not his master's scheme, but that his mother was truly ill. He panicked and veins popped out on his hand as he grabbed the edge of the boat: "My mother has always been healthy, how could she not be well?" Last time, Meng Xia said that his mother was deeply doted on and helped him with his master's harem. There must have been a reason for her sudden illness.

Meng Xia had already crossed the boat and quickly arrived next to Ye Qingcheng. : "It was poison!" He suppressed his voice: "The Imperial Advisor is doing his best to investigate this matter. It must have something to do with the mother and son pair." The mother and son were obviously referring to the Queen and the First Prince.

Ye Qingcheng was about to ask when a strange noise came from behind him: "What should we do?" However, he heard the sound of Qiu: "Young Master Ting is still sick, if General Ye is going..." As soon as the words left his mouth, he suddenly remembered that his mother was ill. How could Ye Qingcheng, as his son, not return? His face immediately turned red: "I... I will go and help General pack up."

He didn't have time to think and ordered Meng Xia to wait. He went back into the chamber. However, he saw that the pavilion master was not alarmed at all. His face was flushed red and he was sleeping soundly. He stood at the head of the bed and hesitated for a moment. He gritted his teeth, stretched his body, and carried the person into his embrace as he called out softly, "Pavilion Master, Pavilion Master, wake up."

Fu Ting Zhi opened his eyes in a daze and lazily leaned against Ye Qingcheng. "Do you want to drink medicine? Medicine?"

"Ting Ting Zhi..." Ye Qingcheng stuttered: "Ting Zhizhi, someone came from home and said that my mother was seriously ill. Call me back." The person in his arms clearly trembled and slowly moved his face away from his chest. A pair of jet-black eyes opened wide, and their eyes were filled with shock and confusion.

Ye Qingcheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "Wait for me." She stretched out her hand to support the shoulders of the pavilion, "Pavilion Head, wait for me. I will definitely find you. I will definitely."