C122 Tian Ya Looked at Duan Ren Wan(2)

The head of the pavilion. He struggled out of his embrace and sat on the bed with his body propped up. His misty eyes stared straight at Ye Qingcheng. It took a while for him to connect the words and the departure that was about to happen. He finally understood that Ye Qingcheng wanted to leave!

He struggled to open his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't. He tried his best to raise his head. He actually forced the tears back. When he faced Ye Qingcheng once again, his face that had recovered some color had already turned pale, "When?" He asked again, "When can we see each other again?"

Ye Qingcheng gulped. "I... I can't say for sure." He bit his lower lip with his teeth.

"There has to be a time limit." Fu Ting's hand grabbed Ye Qingcheng's chest, trying to shorten the distance between the two. "After the New Year?" The weakness in his illness could not move him at all.

Ye Qingcheng lowered his eyelids, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Half a year later?" Fu Ting was anxious. His breathing was short and hot, and hot air kept spraying onto Ye Qingcheng's face.

Ye Qingcheng turned his face to the side and remained silent.

"One year later?" The pavilion master used all of his strength to grab Ye Qingcheng's hand. He couldn't pull it away and simply pushed it away: "Ye Qingcheng, don't say anything!" He rushed forward and grabbed Ye Qingcheng's head with both hands, forcing him to face him: "What do you mean by not saying anything?" He coughed fiercely: "You... What do you want?"

When Ye Qingcheng heard the heart-tearing cough, his five viscera bent over in pain, "Zhizhi, you have to believe me. You have to believe me."

"Your... Your Majesty just gave you an official position... and you lost it just like that?" The pavilion coughed again: "If it wasn't for your contributions, I... Why would I bother to scheme... Why would I bother... with that kind of scheme? "

When Ye Qingcheng heard this, she was stunned, "What did you say?"

"If... If it wasn't for your contribution..." Fu Zhizhi pressed on his chest and panted: "We could have used the ship to leave..." As he spoke, he stretched out both hands: "Now my hands... Cough... Cough... His hands were stained with blood... Yet you... "

" Ting Zhi only participated in the battle for me? " He blurted out the words and immediately regretted it. He, Ye Qingcheng, was the most clear about what kind of person Fu Ting was.

His family was illustrious and his knowledge was profound. It was immersed in pride and nobility in his bones. He had always regarded officials and nobles as nothing. Usually, they would discuss in private, and although they were dissatisfied with the rebellion of the righteous army, the desire to change the dynasty was extremely obvious. Although this person had always been stubborn and mischievous, it was never a big deal, and he was definitely not someone who was good at fighting. He had repeatedly come up with strategies and strategies. If it was not for Ye Qingcheng's contributions, what else could he have done?

Ye Qingcheng suddenly closed his palms, and his clenched fists were still trembling slightly. If one day he knew that my purpose in participating in this battle was to assassinate the Third Prince... 'If one day he knew that I was being used, what would happen? '

After coughing for a while, Fu Ting finally recovered. "Your mother is seriously ill, and I can't stop you. Now, the enemy is strong and weak in the Great Zhou. As an official of the imperial court... If you abandon your loyalty and disregard it, then I, Fu Ting, am the one who misjudged you! "He took a break and said," I will do as you say. I will wait for you to return to the south. " Fu Ting Zhi grabbed Ye Qingcheng's chest and forced him to look at him. "Remember, I will wait for you to return to the south!" He gritted his teeth and pushed Ye Qingcheng away. "Go, before I regret it."

How could Fu Ting's strength push Ye Qingcheng away? However, Ye Qingcheng took a few steps back before stabilizing himself. He stared straight at the pavilion master, whose face was flushed red and his aura unstable. His face alternated between green and white. He suddenly closed his eyes and opened them again: "I will definitely find you."

He turned around and strode out of the warehouse. Outside, he received the bundle in Qiu Dynasty's hands. "Take good care of him." He did not dare to look back. He strode towards the edge of the boat.

"Qingcheng!" A shrill cry came from the cabin. The pavilion owner chased after her with his bare feet and disheveled hair. "Qingcheng!"

Ye Qingcheng suddenly stopped and did not dare to look back. He looked up at the sky and then closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he stomped his foot and said, "Meng Xia, let's go!" He jumped onto the boat and said, "Start the boat."

She did not know how much strength she had gained from that, but Fu Ting Zhi actually pushed away the Qiu Dynasty that had rushed over to help her. She stumbled to the bow but only looked at the back of the person she was most familiar with. Looking at the small boat that was gradually moving further and further away, a line of hot tears rolled down. Fu Ting muttered, "The lone sail's shadow is far away from the blue sky, only the river water flowing in the horizon can be seen."

Suddenly, a gust of river wind blew past, and a black hair flew along with the wind, scattering into the chaotic hearts of people.

Fu Ting supported the hull of the ship and turned around with difficulty. He bit the corner of his lips and raised his hand towards the Qiu Dynasty. One word after another came out of his mouth with great effort. "Come here, support me..." When the Qiu Dynasty left, his whole body went limp. "Qiu Dynasty, pass on my order. Order the troops of the government to travel day and night. Ask Lord Tao to report on my duty on my behalf. Send me back to the river at once. I miss my father."

Emperor Wen was in the autumn of nineteen years. The imperial concubine of the Great Zheng Nation, the Yan Family, mistakenly ate poisonous things. Her life was hanging by a thread. Her son, the Twelfth Prince, Ji Cheng, had been ostracized by the first prince and ended up among the people. The king, Ji Jiang, loved the imperial concubine. He ordered his men to quickly summon the Twelfth Prince back. Unfortunately, the poison was powerful, and the Imperial Physician used all his strength to rescue him and dragged him for more than a month. The Imperial Concubine of Dazheng Country had passed away.

Jing Wu was connected to the water as his hometown.

It was uncertain whether the emperor would go to the spring river.

Where would the sail be at the end of the day?

A man's heart would be broken if he looked at the horizon.