Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

The twilight is all together, and it's time to turn on the lights.

When Song Qingchen came out of the yamen, a sedan chair decorated with gold and silver had already stopped there.The young elder who followed the sedan chair held a mansion lamp to salute him, and there was a well-regulated "Jing" character on the mansion lamp.

Song Qingchen walked leisurely into the sedan chair with the usual lazy steps of nobles.

Sit down and get up the sedan chair.The waiter before the beating held a small silver hammer and beat the gong to clear the way.

The sedan chair carried him and turned out from the spacious Changfeng Street.Once you enter Huaihua Hutong, you will feel cramped.Then Xiangfeng softly whispered and frivolously laughed, and greeted his sedan chair.

He peeped out through the thin veiled car curtain, and wherever he went, the lights were shining brightly, and there were frequent shadows.

The pleasure-seeking clients in the alley turned their heads while avoiding themselves, and looked curiously at the splendid sedan chair.When the girls in the attic by the alley heard the sound of the gong, they pushed open the shutters and looked down.

Song Qingchen closed his eyes lazily for a nap amidst the noise.

After a while, the sedan chair stopped.The long follower leaned over and told him:

"My lord, the White House is here."

This is the largest Nanfeng Pavilion in Fengjing.

Song Qingchen raised his eyes when he heard the sound, and saw seven or eight people waiting at the entrance of the museum.The one standing at the head must be the owner of the hall. He is in his thirties, thin and thin. He began to bow and salute when he was four or five steps away from the sedan chair.

Song Qingchen paused for a while, his expression changed from indifference to artificial frivolity, and then lazily got up and came out from the shadow of the car.The light first illuminated a new golden leather belt around his waist, and then the moon-white robe.A whole body of precious silk.

Finally, there was a young face with a smoky look.Reflecting the charming lights in front of the museum, it looks like a seasoned veteran.

Song Qingchen, king of Liang Jing, likes the south wind, and often flirts with young men.

Song Qingchen, a reader with the same name and surname, is trying his best to play the role of this scumbag.

Song Qingchen had just entered the wing room and sat down, when there was a "snap", the crisp sound of the wine glass in the next room hitting the table of the Eight Immortals.Song Qingchen couldn't help frowning, and glanced at the partition wall behind him.

The room next door is talking and laughing:

"The Holy Majesty asked King Jing to go to the north gate of Fengjing to welcome the triumphant soldiers. This is a great welcome!"

After an appetizing pause, the man continued:

"As soon as the gate of the city opened! I saw Master He Xiaohou on horseback, handsome and handsome, with outstanding looks. King Jing's eyes straightened instantly!"

Song Qingchen was not surprised to hear others talking about him like this - he had already fully controlled the whole plot, and King Jing's current criticism was really normal.

But what about the three words "old stuff"?He had looked in the mirror.How can these people mess with choreography?

The young man serving tea next to him was startled, his wrist trembled and he almost spilled the tea.Obviously, he was intimidated by the word "old stuff" in the wing next door.So panicked, he quietly looked at the expression of the benefactor.

But I saw King Jing picking up the teacup as if he had never heard of it, and sniffing the fragrance of tea lightly.

Song Qingchen treated the bad comments from outsiders indifferently, and a look of admiration suddenly appeared on the young man's face.

The next door is still talking:

"Hey! From then on, no one can get into the eyes of the old guy. Since I don't think about food and tea, I think about it every day, how can I please the young master!"

Then there was a sigh of relief during the banquet, followed by a few obscene laughs.Someone in the middle blew a small whistle.

Next, there are all kinds of compliments from everyone to the protagonist He Xiaohou in the book.People who come to Baiguan, how could they not be good at Nanfeng.As he spoke, his words became more and more frivolous.Regardless of whether he is a powerful official or a noble relative, as long as he drinks a little wine, even the emperor dares to talk about it.

What's more, the past of the emperor and Lord He Xiaohou was arranged:

"It is said that when I was still the crown prince, I treated He Yuan, the son of Marquis Dingyuan at that time..."

When Song Qingchen heard this, his expression became solemn.

He can't control the evil that the original owner has done.But now he must break this situation and fulfill the protagonist Gong Shou, that is, the emperor and the young master.Only in this way can you find a way out for yourself.

One, he is not good at Nanfeng.Second, he has no feelings for the protagonist's congratulations to the young master.

But no one will believe it.

None of this matters.The important thing is to save his life, he must not have anything happen to the protagonist Shou He Yuan.

After all, in Qingshui Xiangtanmei's "Dingyuan Hou Tiansheng Rebellion", King Jing said an old-fashioned saying "If you die under the peony flower, you can be a ghost."

Of course, He Yuan is a cynical person, and he is not a fuel-efficient lamp.Not long after, the two hooked up after King Jing's slapstick operation.King Jing got his wish, and had a "one-night affair" with He Yuan.

The two of them only care about their kidneys but not their hearts, and the scumbag King Jing soon had a new love.

Not too long after the four-character luxury car of "It Happened One Night" drove past, the protagonist, the emperor, knew it.So the emperor gave his third younger brother a cup of poisoned wine and sent him to be a ghost under the spring.

Within [-] words of the opening article, King Jing went offline.

In the comment area, there was a lot of applause for "Zha Gong got the box lunch", and only reader Song Qingchen posted a comment silently like a joke:

"It's hard to say who goes up and who goes down."

As soon as the Enter key is pressed, he will wear the book.

……

So he wanted to know where the plot was going now.According to Chang Sui's words, the original owner is still visiting restaurants every day, so it should be that he hasn't started pestering He Yuan yet?

Song Qingchen raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

He has been through the book until now, and he has never seen Lord He Xiaohou.Because of this, he has always been curious about what kind of person it is that can fascinate the original owner so much.

Good thing about Nanfeng, he couldn't change it for a while.You can only start with the second point.

So Song Qingchen knocked on the table three times.

The long follower came in from the door in time: "What is your order?"

Song Qingchen glanced at the young lady who was pouring tea in the room.Seeing that this boy is so weak, he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, like a fledgling bird with sparse wings, he looks very careless.

This is completely out of Song Qingchen's aesthetics towards men, but he still pretends to like it:

"Bring him back to the house."

The long follower was full of surprise, and looked up at the young man, as if he was thinking about where he got into the eyes of the prince.It was only delayed for a moment, and Fu returned to his respectful expression:

"Yes, my lord. The little one will arrange it now."

Song Qingchen didn't even look at the young man, he got up and left, walking briskly.Before leaving the wing room, he dropped two words:

"Go home."

The young man was still in a daze, Song Qingchen had already left.

Along the way, Song Qingchen was still desperately trying to think back: What was the name of that young man?

Song Qingchen sat silently in the master bedroom of Prince Jing's mansion. He was leaning on the soft couch, full of melancholy in the magnificent and extravagant arrangement.

The boy brought back tonight was really young, and Song Qingchen couldn't overcome the hurdle in his heart.Furthermore, after all, he was born in Goulan. Song Qingchen was a wealthy young man before he passed the book, and he was well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child.How could he be in the same room with someone from Goulanyuan.

Just when he was upset, Song Qingchen regained his composure when the evening breeze blew through the hall.With a glance, he walked along the wide open door and saw Chunxiang coming.

Chunxiang is the eunuch in charge of Prince Jing's Mansion.In the past, when King Jing was not out of the palace to open the mansion, the servant Chunxiang had been serving him all the time.

It can be said to be a caring little bamboo horse.

The little bamboo horse must know the progress of the relationship between the original owner and Master He Xiaohou.So Song Qingchen put on a dignified and lazy look according to the original owner's design.

When Song Qingchen organized his speech, Chunxiang had already walked into the room. He saluted slightly and asked cautiously:

"My lord, are you still sending letters to the Hou Mansion tonight?"

Hearing the word "Hou's Mansion" unexpectedly, Song Qingchen felt all sorts of turmoil in his heart, but his face was pretending to be calm.

They've hooked up?

Song Qingchen was instantly shrouded in the shadow of impending death.

He raised his eyes slightly, and met Chunxiang's concerned gaze again.

Chunxiang was also puzzled.

According to the routine, the prince sent him to deliver a letter to the Hou Mansion every three nights.It has been five days now, but there is no letter.Even picked up a young lady tonight.

Could it be that the lord is already tired of the feeling of wanting something, and decided to alienate He Xiaohou?But……

"My lord, today the Hou Mansion sent someone to ask questions for the first time."

For the first time?Looking at it now, Lord He Xiaohou obviously never replied to the letter.Is it all the unilateral self-indulgence of the original owner, King Jing?

"No, I won't give it away." Song Qingchen lowered his face and said coldly, "Tell him, there won't be any in the future."

Then the two were silent for a while, each thinking.

Chunxiang has excellent eyesight.He put the things together and thought about it, only thinking that the prince wanted to end this hopeless unrequited love.He probed again: "My lord, are you going to see An Ge tonight? He has already settled in the East Wing, and he is waiting for your lord to go."

"An songs?"

Song Qingchen repeated in a low voice.This is roughly referring to the young lady brought back tonight.But he immediately thought of the boy's fragile appearance, and he was really not interested:

"No, I'm a little tired and want to be alone." Song Qingchen pretended to be tired and pressed his forehead.

Chunxiang was stunned at first, and then suddenly retreated knowingly as if he had understood something.

After the door was closed and the sound of footsteps faded away, Song Qingchen changed his lazy posture just now, got up from the soft couch in a panic, walked quickly to Duobaoge by the window.

Holding his breath, he opened the third drawer on the left hand side mentioned in the book.

Inside was a beautifully crafted sandalwood box.

As expected, inside the box was a stack of love poems.It is filled with the affectionate feelings of the original King Jing for Master He Xiaohou.