C75 Hong Luan Was Tempted

Ye Qingcheng walked to the edge of the water and used a dagger to take care of the fish while secretly looking at the pavilion leader sitting not far away. He was relieved to see that his expression had returned to normal. He shook his head with all his might. What's wrong with me? We took care of each other when we were injured on the battlefield, and we stayed in the open to warm each other up. We were even closer to each other than this, and we didn't notice anything at all. Why did it cause my heartbeat to accelerate when it was on the body of the Talisman Pavilion...

They were all men. Wasn't it too much to think about? Perhaps it is because the Talisman Pavilion's birth is too good and delicate that it is different from the others?

That Fu Ting's heart was also in a mess for a long time. In her previous life, she had been in love before. It was just that it hadn't reached the point of discussing marriage. In this life, although her body was still young, his mental age was long enough. How could he not understand Ye Qingcheng's feelings for him?

Thinking about such an outstanding youth, being able to be civil and martial was also good. In any era, he would be the ideal partner in the hearts of young girls, so it would be a lie to say that he was unhappy in his heart. However, she did not know that she only cared about Ye Qingcheng's good deeds. She was very satisfied with everything she saw, and it was already the beginning of Hong Luan's love.

However, at this moment, her body was like this, and the small flame in her heart seemed to be covered by cold water. It was instantly extinguished. Lowering his head and sewing needles to mend his clothes, he forced himself not to think about it anymore.

"Brother Ye! Why did you cut the fish so small..." Fu Xuanzhi's shout woke Ye Qingcheng up from his thoughts. He took a closer look and found that the fish in his hand had been cut into small pieces, unable to penetrate the branches.

After hearing Xuan Zhizhi's cry, Fu Xuanzhi came over with the sewn clothes in his arms. After a while, he lazily said: "Perfect, I was just thinking of cooking fish slices for everyone." He handed the clothes over. "What are you waiting for? Go and find a clean big stone. Go quickly."

Ye Qingcheng finally woke up. He took the clothes and put them on. Together with Fu Rong, they found a big square stone and placed it next to the fire.

Fu Zhizhi took a piece of fish that was disguised as salt and placed it on the rock. He then shifted some fire seeds around the rock and said: "There will be food soon."

Everyone looked at this novelty and excitedly helped Ye Qingcheng dissect the fish. The pavilion master took two long branches to make grilled fish. The brothers happily ate the ordinary grilled fish and laughed happily.

Two days later, Ye Qingcheng's injuries recovered. He made a bow and arrows and brought Fu Huarong out to hunt. While the others were not around, Fu Huarong asked Xuan Zhi to help guard the pavilion. He then raised his torch and went into the depths of the karst cave to wash his body.

He could stay together with a few men and endure anything else. Only this bath became a big problem. Fu Xuanzhi came back from his bath and said with a worried face, "The journey in the future is far away. It's probably a big problem for the big brother of the hot summer sun to wash his body." He took the towel and wiped his hair while thinking, "I'm most worried that Big Brother Ye will notice the heretics."

Fu Ting Zhi only said after a long while, "There's always a way..."

Fu Xuanzhi still wanted to say something, but Brother Rong rushed in with his torch in hand. He panted: "Jolin Courtyard - Jolin Courtyard is in the direction of the water..." He took a few breaths before continuing, "Big brother, quickly go and take a look. What a big fire."

"Could it be that the barbarians want to burn down the Imperial City?" Fu Xuanzhi threw away the cloth when he heard that. He saw that the elder sister had already stood up. He grabbed her and ran out together with her. "There's still a whole library of books in the Junlin Courtyard..."

Even though the history books had criticized the Great Zheng Army's act of burning books, even though they knew that the books that were left behind would definitely be burned, witnessing it with his own eyes was another matter. After all, he had put in a lot of effort for it, and had almost taken his life. How could he not care how painful it was?

Fu Zhizhi and his brothers stood at the peak of the mountain and looked at the towering flames of the Fine Jade Forest Academy. Their faces were ashen as they muttered in a trembling voice, "The self-righteous Fu Ting Zhizhi, you can't change anything at all. Nothing can change." Suddenly, he raised his head and spat out a mouthful of foul air, but his legs turned soft. He hurriedly supported the tree trunk beside him and slid down.

When Fu Rong ran back to call for help, Fu Hua had already roughly told him about the Book of Salvation from Fu Ting. Ye Qingcheng had heard of the reason why these people had left the capital in the end, and had gained a lot of respect for the Talisman Pavilion. Seeing its loose hair running out frightened him. He didn't even think before reaching out to hold the book: "Pavilion Lord, you can print the book again. Don't be too sad."

"No more..." Fu Ting Zhi leaned against Ye Qingcheng's arm and looked up at those concerned eyes, "If the words are burned, how do you print them again? When this battle starts, how many people will bring the book and escape with them? Brother Qingcheng should understand the principle of losing a thousand miles by a hair's breadth..." He pointed a finger at the Jolin Courtyard and said, "Those books that were burned, even if the later generations tried their best to remedy it, it was still not the original version. They are not the original... "

A gust of mountain wind blew, and the three thousand Worry Silk Threads were blown up by the wind and scattered again. When they landed on the sides of her shirt, there was a hint of sadness and helplessness. "And those paintings and ink treasures... There's no more, there's no more."

Ye Qingcheng was also a scholar, so he naturally understood this principle. He thought that he was the barbarian they kept cursing. He was also Ji Jiang's son, someone who was relying on him at this moment. He deeply hated the righteous soldiers with the same status as him. He suddenly realized that although the two of them were very close to each other, they were as far as the heavens and the earth. His heart full of comfort and worry turned into guilt and uneasiness. He hurriedly lowered his head and did not dare to look into those sorrowful eyes.