Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

He Yuan had just finished tossing about the leopard, fearing that Song Qingchen's delicate body would cause the wind and cold, he quickly ordered He Junzhi to warm up the pork rib soup that had been stewed earlier.

After all, he is a relative of the emperor, so it's really not good to cause a cold in his marquis' residence.

Thinking of this, He Yuan's hands that were putting on his clothes paused.He turned his head, looked at the still torrential rain outside, and thought to himself——Is it really because of this that I want to make him a cup of pork rib soup?

He smiled mockingly again, not for this, why else?Then he put on his clothes and went to the kitchen himself.

Sitting opposite Song Qingchen like this, he suddenly remembered those rumors about King Jing, and felt that something was missing.King Jing is really different from the rumors.

Or are these gentle gestures just his disguise?

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As soon as the small porcelain cup was opened, a thick white mist floated up from the hot soup, and Song Qingchen's face was hidden behind the white mist in an instant.At this moment, he smiled lightly——He Yuan, you are a broken sleeve, you should admit it first, don't pour dirty water on this scum again!

He broke in by himself, looked at my body, and said that I deliberately seduced you.After all, this kind of misunderstanding is not the first time.

Song Qingchen's heart is straight at the moment, it depends on how the boy with the broken sleeve will confuse him.Anyway, I am open and aboveboard in my heart, without any evil thoughts!

He Yuan was silent for a long while, and suddenly said a word: "He is a rough man, he is just a beauty. It has nothing to do with men and women."

Song Qingchen opened his eyes wide open.High, really high.Song Qingchen didn't think about how to respond for a while, but he discovered a new blind spot, so he asked abruptly: "Young Master is quite a Confucian general, and he has both civil and military skills." Song Qingchen looked up at him, "Writing and ink, you Who did you learn from?"

Song Qingchen wanted to ask about this for a long time!He Yuan was in the frontier every day, so he must have a famous teacher to guide him, otherwise how could he speak so well?So here comes the question again, the frontier is cold and bitter, how could any scribe go to that place to teach him how to write?

Song Qingchen asked this because he felt that this suit was completely out of He Yuan's style, and it could even be said to be completely different from He Yuan's usual Langli dress.

And although the clothes are well protected, it can be seen that - it's been a few years.

Sure enough, He Yuan seemed to be faltering and hemming about this matter, his eyes dodged.

Song Qingchen doesn't think he's a person who likes to delve into plots, so he just enjoys reading books.But in the original book, Song Qingchen couldn't figure out how a talent like He Yuan would indulge in flirting with King Scum Gongjing.

"My father rescued a person in the past." He Yuan said eloquently as if immersed in some memory.

Song Qingchen's attention was attracted by his words—is this a side plot that the original book didn't have? !Song Qingchen suddenly became interested and sat upright.

It smells like dog blood, I like it.Could it be Bai Yueguang literature?

He Yuan obviously didn't know what Song Qingchen was thinking, and said while recalling: "When my father's lieutenant carried him into the uncle's house, his back was full of feathered arrows, like a hedgehog. It made me stagger in fright."

Song Qingchen's stomach is empty right now, and he just happens to have dinner with his side story.So Song Qingchen listened, and scooped out the pork rib soup to drink.

"After he woke up, I went to see him by chance. During the conversation, I found that he was very knowledgeable. I called him 'Sir'. He was recuperating in the uncle's house. Later, he gradually got to know me and taught me how to write."

Teacher-student love?Song Qingchen couldn't help raising his head, and looked at He Yuan, the troubled boy.

He Yuan seemed to be aware of Song Qingchen's abnormal eyes, and immediately explained: "I just know him well, nothing else. And at that time, I ran into him by chance, and he was with his father..." Speaking of this, He Yuan Yuan seemed to find it difficult to speak, so he omitted to say anything, and lowered his head and began to drink the soup.

So this has become Xiaoma literature again?Song Qingchen almost choked in his throat with a mouthful of soup.By the way, he sighed in his heart, He Yuan's past was really wonderful, no wonder he turned into a black lotus in the end.

"Afterwards he left a letter, and I never saw him again." He Yuan told the result directly, and then added sullenly: "What a coincidence, the clothes you are wearing now belong to him."

Song Qingchen's face changed in shock, is this another double literature? !Good guy!Song Qingchen completely lost his appetite right now.He seemed to understand a little bit why something happened between He Yuan and King Jing in the original book.I see!Both of them are very good at making a fuss, and the original master, King Jing, probably looks like a gentle scum in front of He Yuan.On the surface, it looks somewhat similar to his "Mr."

Actually a scum...

"Xu Junzhi saw that you are similar in stature to him, so he found this dress." He Yuan's face was as deep as water, and he had no intention of hiding anything.

But... is it a matter of size?Could it be that He Junzhi has figured out your thoughts? !Deliberately trying to curry favor with you?

Song Qingchen directly started a meditation mode. The amount of plot information in this branch line is a bit large, so he wants to go through it.

Just thinking about it, He Yuan suddenly said: "He just taught me how to write, nothing else!" His tone was a little urgent, as if he was afraid that the other party might misunderstand something.

Song Qingchen came back to his senses upon hearing the sound, and looked at him in bewilderment.Even if you really have something, you don't need to explain it to me!How come it looks like I'm going to be jealous? !

Song Qingchen hurriedly explained: "He taught you how to read and write essays, which is very good. Uncle Ding Yuan didn't have time to take care of you at that time, and your husband will take care of you a little bit, so as to save you from suffering."

After all, Song Qingchen has seen the main plot. He Yuan's father doted on his concubine and killed his wife, and treated him very disrespectfully, even harshly.Then this... Mr. and Xiaoniang and Bai Yueguang must have taken care of him a lot and warmed his young and dry heart.

Song Qingchen was still thinking about the plot, but suddenly came back to his senses, and found that He Yuan's eyes had changed, he asked in a deep voice, "How does the prince know this?"

Not good, exposed!

Song Qingchen was covered in cold sweat immediately. Didn't he think that I regarded him as a pawn in the fight for power and profit, so I kept observing him secretly? !

While panicking, He Yuan suddenly smiled: "It turns out that the lord has long heard about my vicious reputation on the battlefield, and secretly paid attention to me?"

Song Qingchen thought for a while, but couldn't find a suitable reason to explain why he knew this.After struggling repeatedly, he could only bite the bullet and admit: "That's true. I've heard about you for a long time, and secretly asked about you... about you." In order to be more realistic, Song Qingchen deliberately pretended to be a little embarrassed.

He Yuan's expression gradually became strange, and Song Qingchen felt uneasy.The two looked at each other for a moment, and He Yuan first said, "Could it be that the prince is lying to me?"

Song Qingchen weighed it a bit, if he didn't bluff him like this, he must have thought that King Jing had sent someone to monitor him and use him long ago.Can he still give King Jing a way out in the future?

After thinking about it, Song Qingchen immediately shook his head firmly, and said seriously: "I'm not lying to you. It's bitter cold in Shuobei. I've heard of Mr. He's reputation for a long time. I didn't expect him to be a young man. At that time, I really admired you. So I inquired about you. anecdote."

He Yuan raised his chin slightly after listening, and said arrogantly: "That's natural. In Shuobei, no one knows my name. The prince should have asked me earlier." Suddenly he smiled ambiguously, moved closer, and said softly: " Maybe, you will write poems for me a long time ago.”

Song Qingchen subconsciously avoided the body.He found that there was something wrong with the atmosphere in this hall.