Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Yun Chen thought he was dead.

So when he woke up again, there was a trace of confusion in his beautiful phoenix eyes.

[System 112: You’re awake. ]

[Yun Chen: Yeah, I’m going to start performing.But it’s a small system. Did Song Chengbi leave last night? ]

[System 112: Yes, while you were sleeping, Du Yuhou, the prefect of the palace, sent an assassin over to arrest someone. ]

[Yun Chen: I smell blood. Is he injured? ]

[System 112: Minor injury. ]

Yun Chen said he understood, but still maintained the confused and overwhelmed mood in his eyes.

Song Chengbi's voice sounded from the side of the bed, very cold: "Are you awake?"

Song Chengbi?

Why is he in his own bed?

What disgusting thing has he done to himself again!

Yun Chen sat up suddenly, feeling a tearing pain in his chest. He grinned and groaned in pain, and then subconsciously glared at Song Chengbi fiercely.

Song Chengbi sneered: "You stabbed yourself. If I hadn't saved you, you would have died long ago."

Yun Chen was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered what happened yesterday.

Bai Qi clasped his thin lips, and the young master let go of the hand covering his chest. There was no blood on his face: "Why save me? I'm not... Do you want to kill me yourself?"

Song Chengbi glanced at Yun Chen with a complicated expression before saying, "Originally, I wanted to kill you."

Yun Chen closed his eyes and swallowed the bitterness of reaping the consequences.

Song Chengbi: "But your Majesty found out yesterday that the palace steward you killed was a spy sent by the enemy."

"spy?!"

Yun Chen opened his eyes suddenly and turned to face Song Chengbi, his dim eyes gradually gained some brightness.

Like a poor man who had grasped a life-saving straw, a faint hope ignited in despair. Yun Chen held Song Chengbi's hand tightly and looked into his eyes with hope: "He is a spy and an enemy. He Was he supposed to die?"

Facing such innocent eyes, Song Chengbi rarely felt guilty.

He deliberately showed disgust and took his hand out: "Well, I should have died, but..."

Yun Chen frowned, nervously waiting for Song Chengbi's words.

Song Chengbi: "But that is a very important person. The Holy One wanted to pry out the Liao Kingdom's border defense map from his mouth, but you can't pry it out even if you kill him."

Yun Chen was stunned for a while, and looked flustered: "I, I didn't mean to do it. I didn't want to kill him. Will the Holy Father blame me and bring trouble to my father and my sister..."

Song Chengbi made up these words to stop the young man from feeling so guilty.

But he still needed to continue to manipulate him, so he said: "The Holy One doesn't know the details yet."

The Holy One doesn’t know the details yet.

So you are in danger of being killed at any time.

It's best to put away your young master's temper, don't think about escaping, and just stay in my palace.

But Yun Chen was stunned and seemed to have thought of something. He bit his lips tightly and his eyes filled with tears.

When he looked at Song Chengbi again, there was a hint of emotion in his eyes: "You, you took the blame for me?"

The emperor did not hold himself accountable, which meant that someone took the blame for him.

Since the incident happened in Prince Jin's palace, Song Chengbi must have taken the blame for him.

Song Chengbi had already been imprisoned, but he was still willing to bear this crime for him.

Others still blame it.

Song Chengbi: "?"

What is the young master's brain made of? How could he think of coming here?

Song Chengbi raised his eyes and saw that the handsome young master's eyes were full of tears, and the distressed look in his eyes was definitely not fake.

Yun Chenying raised her beautiful white hand and slowly touched the blood stains on Song Chengbi's clothes.

The moment they bumped into each other, Song Chengbi frowned, and Yun Chen quickly retracted his hand, his heartache almost overflowing from his eyes: "It hurts, did they hit you?"

Song Chengbi: "..." What are you thinking about?

Yun Chen: "You are covered in blood. Did they beat you?"

Song Chengbi: "Yeah."

He wasn't actually beaten.

The blood was from chasing the assassin last night. It was a small injury. He was too tired and didn't care.

Song Chengbi didn't know why he followed Yun Chen's words.

It was like he didn't know why he automatically fell asleep on this big bed next to the boy as soon as he came back last night.

Probably he hadn't seen such a look in a long time.

Song Chengbi was born in an imperial family, his mother and concubine died early, and he joined the army as a young man. No one has felt sorry for him for a long time...

Yun Chen's temperament was clear and clear, his eyes could see wind and rain, and he didn't know how to hide his inner emotions at all, which made Song Chengbi feel slightly in a trance.

This trance fell into Yun Chen's eyes, and he felt even more distressed.

He is already in jail and is about to die. I have to take a beating for him...

It hurts.

Yun Chen looked apologetic, rolled over from the bed, and said to him: "...Do you need me to ask the doctor to help you make some medicine to replenish qi and blood?"

Song Chengbi looked at him and said nothing.

Yun Chen's eyes averted, he put his fist to his lips and coughed: "Don't think too much about it, it's just as compensation for taking the blame for me."

"Song Chengbi."

"Fell asleep?"

"Why is this man sleeping with his eyes open...Song Chengbi, if you don't say anything, I'll go."

Yun Chen turned around and walked out.

He was only wearing his inner clothes. When he walked to the door, he felt that it was not appropriate, so he took off Song Chengbi's robe hanging by the door and put it on.

The purple clothes were a whole set bigger than him. Looking from behind, it looked like Song Chengbi opened his arms and pulled Yun Chen's body into his arms...