Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

After leaving the gate of the palace, Song Qingchen walked down the stairs wearing a light buckskin cloak, and the sedan chair of Prince Jing's palace was already waiting there.Under the mansion lamp in front of the door, the sedan chair also exudes a noble aura of the royal family.

Just as he was about to get into the sedan chair, Chunxiang came over and reminded him in a low voice:

"My lord, do you want to prepare another small sedan chair..."

Song Qingchen suddenly remembered, how did He Yuan get here?

So he unconsciously raised his head to look at where He Yuan was standing.

He was on the stairs, his eyes wandering back and forth on the big sedan chair.As if realizing Song Qingchen's gaze, he also turned around and said with a smile:

"Will the prince invite me to get on the sedan chair together?"

Song Qingchen took a look into the sedan chair. Although the two of them got in, it was spacious enough, but the sedan chair was dark and the light was not clear.If the curtain of the sedan chair is drawn, the vision will be even more blurred, and the things in the sedan chair can only be seen clearly in the dim light of the street.

The bearer is ready to lower the pole of the sedan chair, waiting for him to get on the sedan chair.

If He Yuan was invited to ride with him, if the sedan chair bumped a little, it would appear a little ambiguous.Just as he was about to ask Chunxiang to prepare another sedan chair, He Yuan suddenly smiled and said as if he was out of trouble:

"I'm going to ride a horse, the prince doesn't need to bother you, just get on the sedan chair." Then he glanced at the alley next to him, and motioned for his horse to be tied there.

Song Qingchen could see that he was probing, maybe he felt that King Jing should still have thoughts about him, and maybe he would deliberately invite him to ride in the same sedan chair.

Take advantage of him by the way.

Sensing his intention, Song Qingchen smiled calmly: "There is still a sedan chair in the mansion, if you don't want to ride a horse, I can send someone to prepare it."

He Yuan smiled back, without answering, went straight down the steps and walked towards the alley.

The moonlight was clear and bright, and the decorations on the car roof were faintly glowing.Chang Sui held the palace lantern and sedan chair, and the palace sedan chair took a step ahead, staggering towards the main street.

He Yuanfu went to the alley and took out a stack of papers from his pocket.There is also a stack in the left sleeve.That's why he alarmed Prince Jing's guard tonight.

——After watching An Ge, he realized that Song Qingchen didn't usually stay there, so he plundered the main courtyard and found a wooden box in King Jing's master bedroom.

Full of unsent Wan Wan love poems.

He frowned and thought for a while, put the papers back on his body, and immediately got on the horse.Pulling the reins, he went outside the alley.He glanced sideways at the gate of Prince Jing's Mansion, showing a very faint smile.

When Song Qingchen got off the sedan chair, He Yuan had already been waiting in front of his Marquis Mansion.

Today He Yuan did not ride his majestic war horse, but changed to a bay red horse.Although it is not as good as the black-maned horse Fengshen, it is still a good horse.Song Qingchen couldn't help but glanced at it for a while.

He Yuan noticed his gaze, and joked: "Hongxia also has military achievements, but she is very docile. Do you want to try riding him?"

Song Qingchen didn't have this plan either, so he said politely: "War horses have spirits, so be in awe. My king...don't need to ride."

Turning to look at the door of his house,

Two brand-new lion head door locks are inlaid on the vermilion lacquered mansion door. The bronze lion sculpture is lifelike, with its mouth wide open and its fangs long.Like his palace master, he has the stern air of a general.

The house bestowed by the Holy Spirit is really magnificent.

He Yuan took two steps forward and called out, "He Junzhi."

The door of the mansion was opened from left to right, but the ones who opened the door were not porters or the like, but two soldiers, wearing leather helmets but not carrying knives, as if they were the subordinates who followed He Yuan in the past.

There was another [-]-[-] boy who cupped his hands beside him, very respectful, probably He Yuan's subordinate.It's just that he saw Song Qingchen from the corner of his eye, with contempt first, and then surprise on his face.Even so, he still bowed to Song Qingchen.

Song Qingchen had a panoramic view of his subtle expression, which was enough to see how unbearable the original owner was in He Yuan's heart.

Even his subordinates couldn't stand it anymore.

He Yuan didn't wink with his subordinates, as if he didn't care about his reaction.It seems that He Yuan still has a tentative heart towards King Jing.Therefore, there is no deliberate flattery.

If it wasn't for the leopard making his head big, he probably wouldn't have invited himself into his residence.

Sure enough, He Yuan didn't talk nonsense, he walked savagely and said: "It's not as good as the palace, so I invite the prince to make it."

Although the tone is gentle, there is still a bit of arrogance.

You don't even give me a sip of tea, you're stingy.

But Song Qingchen thought about it again, it wasn't that he didn't understand etiquette, but that the two leopards had already fallen out, and there was no delay in taming them.

Song Qingchen felt a little ready to make a move, and he suddenly had a plan: "Can the house prepare bamboo poles, cotton ropes, if there are rattan balls, and bells, they can also be used for animal taming."

Before the words fell, there was a "crack" sound in the distance, as if some porcelain had broken.

He Yuan smiled helplessly: "Don't blame the prince, they are very naughty." Then he ordered the young man named Junzhi to fetch things according to what Song Qingchen said.

The conversation room had reached the corridor beside the atrium, and He Yuan whistled a little.

The two stood in the corridor silently and waited for a moment.

Where is the leopard?

Song Qingchen guessed that he was calling the two leopards.

It's just... where's the leopard?

According to common sense, shouldn't there be two animals coming obediently right away?That's how it's done in TV shows!Why not.

Song Qingchen didn't want to ask, after all, He Yuan must be extremely embarrassing at this time.

He Yuan was also embarrassed, and immediately blew his whistle again, trying to lure the two leopards out.

There was another awkward silence, and no animals came over.

He Yuan laughed dryly, and said helplessly: "That's it, my lord. At first they could obey my orders, but then they gradually became mischievous and could no longer bark. Although I have a lot of experience in taming horses, for this black panther... it's true." I don't understand."

At this time, Jun Zhi came over with a bamboo raft in his hand, inside which were miscellaneous piles of objects that Song Qingchen had confessed to, and a long bamboo pole was pinned to his waist.

"My lord, there are no small copper bells in the mansion," Jun Zhi's eyes fell on the bamboo strips, "there is only the hand bell used by the servants at the back corner door, the little one first ordered them to take it down."

Song Qingchen followed his gaze: "Handbells are better."

The two cubs didn't come out, it was about time to hunt for food, so they said to Jun Zhi, "Get ready for some fishy food that you usually feed."

Jun Zhi received the order, put the bamboo strips on the railing, and hurried down to prepare.

Song Qingchen sat down on the railing, and began to wrap bamboo poles and cotton ropes, trying to make a simple cat teasing stick, although he didn't know if this thing would be useful to these two stubborn leopards.

Talking about it is better than nothing, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.The most important thing is the bell, which can act as a command prompt.

He Yuan watched from the side, his eyes full of interest.In order to see clearly, he simply squatted down.

Song Qingchen had never seen He Yuan like this before. In his impression, this peacock was always invincible, but now he squatted down intently to watch him make things, and the atmosphere was a bit funny for a while.

"Sit down, it will take a while." Song Qingchen touched the railing with a bamboo pole, motioning him to sit down.

He Yuan was concentrating on studying the things in Song Qingchen's hands, so he didn't refuse, so he got up and sat down on the railing, without even removing his robe.When he realized it, he got up to lift his robe again.

As soon as He Yuan sat down, he suddenly remembered something and shouted into the distance: "Bring tea!"

Song Qingchen couldn't help laughing lowly, he really forgot about his feelings just now, he was only thinking about the leopard.

Very rarely, He Yuan said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, the hospitality was not good." He used vernacular without any pleasantries.