C148 Fu Shen Saw Ye Qingcheng for the First Time(2)

"By the way..." Fu Ting Zhi raised his face and smiled with a curved face: "Your child has fully recovered" The girl's throat opened at the same time and her voice was as soft and soft as the chirping of an oriole.

Moreover, Ye Qingcheng was left behind along with the pavilion by the river. Not just anyone could board the ship. Just as he was hesitating, Fu Rong ran out of the cabin: "Brother Rong - -"

"Brother Ye? It really is Brother Ye... Get on the boat, come on..." Fu Rong could not hide his excitement as he welcomed Ye Qingcheng onto the boat. He held his hand and said, "Brother Ye, I learned martial arts from Brother Zhu. Take a look? "

Ye Qingcheng had the same thoughts as Fu Ting. He liked Fu Rong from the bottom of his heart: "Okay, let's see how it goes."

"Okay!" Fu Rong came right away and drew a line on the bow of the ship. He started his lesson at Ye Qingcheng's place, and after following Zhu Hua, he officially learned martial arts. Because of his hobby, he actually had a good appearance after a year, and his punches and kicks were vigorous and vigorous.

After Fu Rong stopped, Ye Qingcheng smiled and nodded: "Not bad, I have a two-point foundation." His legs moved as he said: "But here..." He performed Fu Rong's previous move: "It should be like this, but you are like this..." After making a personal comparison: "You can dance again, slow down this time."

While Fu Rong was dancing again, Ye Qingcheng was standing at the side correcting and guiding him. The disciples were in the midst of a heated session as Fu Ting accompanied Fu Shen out: "Daddy, look, I didn't coax you, did I? Isn't he just a young hero? "

Fu Shen quietly watched from the side for a while: "He left after this battle?" The young elites had a loyal and courageous look on their faces. They could not find anything wrong with it, but Fu Shen still felt sorry for his daughter. "Si-er, he went to the northeast alone. I am very worried about him."

"If he hides in his shell and does not go forward, he will not be worthy of my love." Fu Ting Zhi said very seriously, "However, I am worried. After all..."

"Brother Ting." Fu Rong shouted in surprise and withdrew his fists and legs. "Brother Pavilion..." He shouted and rushed over to grab his sleeve. "Bring me to the battlefield. I also want to go to the battlefield."

"Second Master, do you agree?" Fu Ting shook his head and pinched the baby's face that had not retreated yet. "Be good. The Great Master is meeting someone. Stop messing around." As he spoke, he secretly looked at his father, only to see Fu Shen staring at Ye Qingcheng with a serious expression. "Qingcheng, this is my father." He quietly stretched out his hand and pulled the corner of his father's clothes, meaning, Don't be so fierce. Don't scare your future son-in-law, father.

"This official pays his respects to the uncle." Ye Qingcheng had already thought about how to greet him on the way. He was unable to express his feelings for Fu Ting openly. After thinking about it, he could only borrow the position given to him by Great Zhou. "Uncle likes the soldiers of the three armies. This official will remember it."

He stretched out his hand to support him. "General Ye is a descendant of the Qi Family?" Because the identity of the girl in the Talisman Pavilion had not been revealed, Fu Shen could not show the attitude of a father-in-law inspecting his son-in-law. "Who is the Qi Family of the respected major?"

Ye Qingcheng put away the gift and stood up: "To tell you the truth, my master is the youngest son of Qi Junshan. When the Qi Family was convicted, they were rescued by a loyal servant."

"The heavens are inextinguishable and loyal!" Fu Shen sighed from the bottom of his heart. When he looked at Ye Qingcheng again, he found the young man to be even more pleasing to the eye. "The Qi Family always pass down their sons to their daughters, and they never pass down their heirs to their heirs. General Ye should treasure this opportunity." He cleared his throat and said, "Killing the enemy on the battlefield is a meritorious deed, so your master's painstaking efforts are not in vain."

My master? Ye Qingcheng was not in a good mood. Qii Liufeng should be the greatest traitor since ancient times. Where did this painstaking effort come from? From his point of view, Qii Liufeng was right. But to the loyal officials of Great Zhou, it was a huge difference.

Ye Qingcheng had never considered this question seriously. Now, it was suddenly mentioned by Fu Shen. Ye Qingcheng vaguely understood that his master was stubbornly donating incense to the temple. As the Imperial Advisor, the real reason why he was still able to live frugally in plain clothes and clear tea. It turned out that her master did not like luxury but felt guilty towards the people of the Great Zhou...

At the same time, Ye Qingcheng suddenly realized that one day, his identity would be exposed. Uncle Zhong Yi, who taught him like a teacher, would definitely be the first one to stand up against him.

Ye Qingcheng was at a loss. He didn't know how to respond, but he heard the voice of the pavilion.

"Father!" Fu Ting saw that his father was not giving Ye Qingcheng a good look, and immediately refused, "Father, how do you want him to kill the enemy? The most dangerous thing has already been snatched away by Qingcheng, isn't that good enough?"

Girls were extroverted! Fu Shen lowered his eyes and looked at his spoiled daughter. "Alright, let's go in." He took the Talisman Pavilion's hand and turned around to return to the cabin. "I ordered someone to prepare your favorite food. You should eat more."

"Father treats Si-er the best..." The pavilion turned around and waved at Ye Qingcheng. He then said silently, Don't be afraid, I'm here.

Ye Qingcheng stared at the father and daughter's back in a daze as he listened to their interaction. He suddenly thought of his father, Ji Jiang, who had never given him a trace of fatherly love. It turned out that father and son could also get along like this. No wonder there was such a word about love in this world. No wonder Ting Zhizhi always looked forward to his father whenever he mentioned it.

Then, he lowered his hand and looked at his hands. If his father held his hands, what would happen?

A corner of the twenty-one-year-old Ye Qingcheng's heart began to crack...