Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

When Song Qingchen opened his eyes, half of his arm was numb, but his body was warm.He lowered his head to look, he didn't know when he was wrapped in an animal skin cloak, even covering his head.

He brushed off his cloak cap suspiciously, and raised his head. He Yuan was teasing the two leopards not far away. He was crouching on the ground, playing with his fingers.

"It's best not to tease them with your hands." Song Qingchen casually grabbed the cat teasing stick on the table and handed it over to him, "They are still young now, and they occasionally get into trouble, just minor injuries. But in a while they will grow up, No matter how serious it is, it will hurt you."

He Yuan turned around, and although he took the bamboo pole, he said disdainfully: "I have been at the border for a long time, and I don't know how many injuries there are. It's just two little beasts, what can I do?"

Song Qingchen immediately became displeased.If you pretend to beep, that's fine.The implication is that I am squeamish? !Kindly treat it like a donkey's liver and lungs.

Sure enough, if the protagonist doesn't get mad at me for a day, he won't be able to get through that day.

Song Qingchen glanced at him, and said coldly: "Then you do what you want."

Seeing his reaction, He Yuan was not angry, and smiled lowly, but he stopped teasing them directly with his hands as before, picked up the bamboo pole, and used the rattan ball tied on it to tease them.

Song Qingchen looked at it and said nothing more.The night was dark, and it was already unknown what time it was.

Then he got up and said, "It's late at night, so I'm leaving." Song Qingchen really didn't want to talk to the protagonist of the Bee King, so he became inexplicably angry, "Don't send me off, just stay."

He Yuan originally wanted to get up and see him off, but after hearing what he said, he didn't insist on following him.He just asked He Junzhi to send him out.

Song Qingchen ignored He Junzhi, who was saluting with him, and went straight into the sedan chair.After the sedan chair had left for an unknown period of time, he leaned back exhaustedly, but suddenly realized that He Yuan's cloak was still on him.So he quickly pushed aside the sedan chair and looked out.

Chang Sui immediately came over: "Your Majesty, I'm at the mansion soon, what's your order?"

"Are there soon?" Song Qingchen didn't want to turn back, so he said, "Nothing, let's go back home."

When He Junzhi came back after seeing off people, he found that Lord Hou was still in the courtyard.

"Master Hou, this subordinate has already sent him away."

He Yuan didn't respond.

"Master Hou?"

At this time He Yuan stood up, thinking about something, and asked: "Jun Zhi, what do you think..."

He Junzhi was also puzzled, and continued, "Master Hou, please tell me?"

"If a woman falls in love with you, she will come to your house late at night. But when she left, you didn't stay." He Yuan looked at him and said, "Will she be angry?"

He Junzhi was at a loss after hearing this, but he still thought about it for a moment, and then replied: "...I'm afraid it will."

After hearing this, He Yuan smiled mischievously, then picked up a black panther and went to the inner hall without saying a word.

He Junzhi scratched his head.

Has a woman visited the Hou Mansion at night recently?Why doesn't he know?

Song Qingchen returned to the mansion, still sleepy in a daze, couldn't lift his eyelids from being bumped by the sedan chair, and walked into the bedroom erratically.Chunxiang came over to have a look with concern, Song Qingchen didn't want to say more, so he told Chunxiang to retreat.

Tomorrow morning I have to go to the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites.

After removing He Yuan's cloak, he realized that the clothes on his body were very bad - there were leopard paw prints on the front and back, and the material at the corners of the clothes was also torn to shreds.Song Qingchen faded down weakly and left it aside.

Just as he was about to wash up and lie down, when he casually raised his eyes, Song Qingchen was so startled that he didn't even feel sleepy at all!

He walked quickly to the table, rummaged on the table, and in front of Duobaoge, he pushed aside the few rice papers as if confirming.

Song Qingchen's face changed suddenly - the wooden box in the drawer had been touched.

In order to copy the original owner's handwriting, after he came through the book, he opened it every day and took out the poem manuscript to copy.It was about leaving in a hurry in the morning and not letting the servants move, so the manuscripts of the original master's poems were all exposed on the table.Only the drafts that I copied were thrown away in a hurry, and the others have not had time to clean up.

Today, not only are the poems on the table gone, but the box is also empty.

"Chunxiang—!"

Chunxiang responded and came over quickly: "My lord?"

Song Qingchen had some bad premonitions in his heart: "Have you tidied up my desk and drawers?"

Chunxiang looked at him suspiciously: "Don't dare to clean it up. The lord has explained it, so no one touches it. He also told the servants that if they touch it, they will be punished, so the servants are honest."

Hearing this, Song Qingchen hurriedly called over all the guards from tonight.

"When He Yuan broke into the mansion tonight, where did he appear?"

The head of the palace guard came out and clasped his hands and replied: "This subordinate rushed over after hearing the sound, and when he was found, he was near the prince's bedroom."

Song Qingchen's heart sank immediately.He raised his hand to his forehead, and after a while, he sighed: "Got it, you guys go down."

He thought about it, and there was really no need to embarrass these servants, they were just social animals receiving a monthly salary.Song Qingchen's face was ugly, and he just took a break after all.

Song Qingchen woke up suddenly, gasping for breath when the light of the sun rose slightly.He has dreamed all the beheading scenes in all the movies, and even those described in the novels, the environment of the execution ground - the cold sword, the burly executioner, the crowd of people under the execution platform... There was a moment of confusion in front of him. Double image, he grasped the bed curtain vainly, took a breath, twisted his face into a ball.

"Chunxiang."

Chunxiang was not on duty today.A servant came in, with a rather pleasant face.Song Qingchen looked at it, his face softened a little:

"Order...to change clothes."

The male servant looked at Song Qingchen and said, "Your Majesty's complexion is not good, do you want to call the doctor?"

What kind of doctor in the government, don't look at it!Can Chinese medicine treat heart disease?When you come here, you will only say that I am at a loss, here and there, and everything.For a man, it's quite insulting.

Song Qingchen said irritably: "Don't look! Change clothes!"

The servant went down in panic.

This is why it is necessary to compete with yourself.Just steal it.Song Qingchen stared at the bed curtain in a daze, and couldn't help but excuse himself.What bothered him the most was that the original owner's poems were not dated.He Yuan must have thought that I've been flirting with him every day recently.Thinking of the time when he went to court, he unexpectedly followed him...

Why don't you just admit that you wrote it by yourself, but that was in the past, and now you have changed your mind?Fortunately, there are still a few days before the next court meeting, so I don't have to meet him for the time being, and I can try to be quiet.

Song Qingchen said silently in his heart again: I am slag Gong, and I have already moved on.

……

When I arrived at the yamen of the Ministry of Rites, a few doctors came here, but those above the third grade hadn't come yet.Minister of the Ministry of Rites is an old man, and people call him "Master Butang", and he hasn't come yet.

What is rare is that Jiang Yizhi actually came after a while.

Song Qingchen immediately beamed with joy. After all, when Jiang Yi came, his fishing would not appear abrupt—now it was two people fishing together.

Jiang Yizhi was wearing an official robe, which accentuated his handsome figure, and his soap boots were black and shiny.Before anyone came in, the sound of yawning sounded.

"Where did you go to drink again?" Song Qingchen teased.

Jiang Yizhi smiled mysteriously: "Ministry of punishment, took me to play."

Song Qingchen clicked his tongue, a little envious: "Why didn't you call me?"

"I left in a hurry yesterday, so I didn't have time to tell you. Let's go together next time!"

"Fairness."

Chun Wei had just passed, and the Ministry of Rituals didn't have much to do—even if there were, it would be those few doctors who were in dire straits, and the two dudes didn't need to worry about it.But recently, Song Qingchen observed secretly, and there were some signs of fishing among those doctors.

During the chat, Jiang Yizhi had laid out the Go board and waved to him: "Come on, let's talk about two games."

Song Qingchen was about to sit down, and casually looked out the window.He froze—

Li Wanfu came in in a small colorful robe, followed by Master Butang and... He Yuan.

How did he come here?Is it suitable for him to come to the Ministry of Rites?

Song Qingchen looked at it for a long time in bewilderment, and when he came back to his senses, he quickly greeted Jiang Yizhi: "Take it! The Lord is here!"

Jiang Yizhi reacted extremely quickly when he heard the words.That expression was like when he was playing on his mobile phone in class and suddenly saw the class teacher's student.After two moves, the chessboard was put under the little dwarf, and the black and white pieces were also collected.

Jiang Yizhi took it away, and wondered: "Why did he come so early?" So he also got up, and looked outside curiously together.

The moment he saw He Yuan, Jiang Yizhi also laughed: "Master He Xiaohou is here to visit? The office of the Ministry of War is not here."

It's just... Ji Shangshu's expression is very serious, not like joking at all.

Song Qingchen had some bad premonitions.