Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Jiang Yizhi relied on his father, it was common for him to arrive late and leave early, and no one in the yamen dared to fart.In his words:

Since there are not so many things, why waste time?

It's true when you think about it. Occasionally, when something happens, he really stays later than anyone else.

But now that he's gone, he and He Yuan are staring at each other again, but He Yuan doesn't pay much attention to that post, so it's hard to tell whether he has memorized it or not.

Could it be that he is a genius?Song Qingchen looked at him suspiciously.Not long after, it was time to go down to the Yamen, and there were few officials going out.In the end, only the two of them were left in the main hall of the yamen. He Yuan threw the post over and leaned back on the chair.

"My lord, please check randomly."

Song Qingchen laughed in his heart - you will be ashamed if you don't.Then he turned it over casually, pointing to a place and telling him to carry it.At the same time, I was also a little curious, so I looked up at him.

The setting sun slanted in and reflected half of He Yuan's face. The outline was very heroic, and he was looking at himself with a smile that was not a smile.

Song Qingchen felt a little unnatural being stared at by him, and said in a low voice: "What are you doing, I told you to recite the post."

Only then did He Yuan lower his eyes, and suddenly said: "My lord was born very well."

Song Qingchen stared at him suspiciously: "You don't play tricks, admit your mistake early if you can't recite it, and go to the palace to carry the sedan chair for me every day! Don't change the subject!"

Of course Song Qingchen never dared to order him, but just frightened him.

He Yuan smiled lightly: "It's not that I can't recite it, it's just that I changed my mind. If I can recite it, the prince doesn't need to read those poems."

Song Qingchen obviously didn't believe it, he looked at He Yuan and warned him not to talk nonsense with his eyes.He Yuan continued: "I have other concerns."

"Then you memorize it. You have been smearing it for a long time, so if you don't know it, just say it." Song Qingchen gave him a blank look, and suddenly thought in his heart, why should he compete with this kid?Wouldn't it be good to go back home and lie dead?

No, he is too annoying!

At this moment, He Yuan spoke.After hearing this, Song Qingchen hurriedly flipped through the post and looked at it.He is verbatim?After a while, Song Qingchen felt that it was just a coincidence, he probably just memorized the previous part.At that time, when I taught Chinese studies on my behalf, the students were familiar with the first half of the article, but not a word in the second half.

Song Qingchen sneered, turned to the bottom Chapter 2 and asked him to recite it.

Sure enough, He Yuan did not miss a single word.This unscientific.Song Qingchen pondered for a moment in his heart, could this be the aura of the legendary protagonist?

He Yuan smiled disdainfully, and said slowly: "I have the ability of photographic memory, so there is no need for the prince to investigate again."

What the hell is the protagonist's halo?This is Chi Luoluo's cheating!Song Qingchen stared at him angrily for a long while, but couldn't say anything.

"Then you... what are you going to do?" Song Qingchen asked a little nervously.After all, He Yuan doesn't always play cards according to common sense.

He Yuan sat lazily all afternoon, at this time Fang You got up leisurely and said, "What's the hurry, my lord?" He slowly walked to Song Qingchen's side.

Song Qingchen looked at him vigilantly and said, "You... this is the yamen, and it won't do you any good to kill me here."

He Yuan laughed out loud when he heard this sentence: "Why should I kill you to silence you?"

"You're in the Ministry of Rituals. Didn't you say in the morning that I brought you here? Don't you hate it?" Song Qingchen was also a little guilty. After all, the transfer order in the morning and Yao Guangqin's name had nothing to do with him. How could it be possible? ...

"I can guess who it is." He Yuan smiled softly, his tone very soft.It seems that the protagonist is not useless, at least he can distinguish right from wrong and not wrong a good person!This kid has a conscience.

Just as he was talking, there was crackling outside, and it suddenly rained.Wasn't the sky still clear just now?Song Qingchen hurriedly went to the window to look around, wondering what happened to the little pug in the mansion.

Suddenly, he thought of the two little leopards in He Yuan's mansion, they are still young and not easy to be exposed to rain.So Song Qingchen turned around and asked: "The little leopard in your mansion can't get out of the rain, is there a place to put it?"

He Yuan was stunned for a moment, then said: "Naturally, there is a place to resettle. The Hou's mansion is a house bestowed by the sage, and there are many vacant rooms." Then he changed his tone: "My Hongxia is still in the horse shed in the Yamen of the Ministry of War. The order came suddenly in the morning. , it’s not easy to go back home now.”

Song Qingchen laughed dryly: "Really." Thinking of He Yuan being drenched, he suddenly felt a little funny.

He Yuan also came over to the window, looked at the continuous rain outside, and said softly, "Will my lord...give me a favor."

Song Qingchen didn't even think about it, so he agreed, "Yes, I'll ask the bearer to take you home first, and then pick me up."

The smile on He Yuan's face faded, he seemed a little wronged, and asked: "Why didn't you get on the sedan chair with me?" He seemed to remember something, and said with a smile: "Afraid that I will kill you?"

Song Qingchen couldn't help but laugh: "The yamen is so spacious, you don't want to do anything. Do you have to get on the same sedan chair with me in full view, and then get off the killer?" But he wanted to ask, are you afraid that this scumbag will plot evil?The cooked duck is rushing to your mouth?

"Okay, let's go together." You are not afraid, so what am I afraid of.Song Qingchen readily agreed.Thinking that the protagonist could understand that he was maliciously transferred to the Ministry of Rites, not by King Jing, Song Qingchen decided to give him a good look for the time being.

If it wasn't for the fact that the protagonist is too powerful and a rebel, he could actually be friends.You can also go to his house to Lubao every day, ride horses and shoot arrows, which is very interesting.

Thinking about this, Song Qingchen asked suddenly: "Are you young enough to draw a big bow?"

He Yuan's heart moved slightly.Looking at King Jing's expression, he seemed very envious.He was thrown to the schoolyard by his father early at the border, as if it was not uncommon for him to pull away a few stones, as if he was born to do so.

He Yuan let down his guard in a rare way, like a boy, looking into the distance and said: "I can shoot wild geese and eagles. If you are interested, we can go to the school ground in the north of the city. We can... "

Suddenly He Yuan paused, he still didn't know whether King Jing was an enemy or a friend, how could he expose his relationship with the garrison in the north of the city.Just thinking about how to round up the conversation, Song Qingchen said: "I'm just asking casually, how could the emperor allow me to touch these things."

What Song Qingchen said was true. If he wanted to do these things, the first person he would be upset with was the elder brother of the emperor. He must suspect that he was using bows and arrows to win over military power and buy people's hearts.

As soon as these words came out, He Yuan expressed endless sympathy, "Let's go, it's getting late, go back to the house first." He looked at Song Qingchen and smiled helplessly: "This time it's raining, the two evil animals are going to have a fight."

The rain outside was much heavier, and there seemed to be a white curtain connecting the sky and the earth, and the distant scenery could not be seen clearly.The yamen didn't have an umbrella, so the two could only walk out in the corridor.The wind was a little stronger, and the rain poured in, half of Song Qingchen's clothes were wet in an instant.

He Yuan did the same, but he still went to protect Song Qingchen, so that the other half of Song Qingchen's clothes were not wet.

Walking to the main gate of the mansion, Song Qingchen's hair on the temples was a little messy, he didn't care to tidy it up, so he hurriedly asked Chang Sui to call for a sedan chair.

The bearers all came over in coir raincoats, looking from a distance, they looked a little gloomy, Song Qingchen immediately thought of those dark marriage scenes, and shrugged unconsciously.

He Yuan only thought that he was suffering from the cold, and suddenly wanted to hug this person.But in a flash, he laughed at himself for being ridiculous.He looked at Song Qingchen's slightly disheveled hair on the temples, wet from the rain and stuck to his forehead, and saw him shrinking his shoulders, and a lot of indescribable emotions surged in his heart.