Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Song Qingchen and He Yuan looked at each other across a small table in the candlelight.He Yuan's position was slightly outside, closer to the lights, and his eyes became brighter and brighter as they reflected the lights.

He sat quietly behind the soup cup, withdrew his sharpness in the daytime, and suddenly felt that he was a little more human.

Song Qingchen looked away thoughtfully, and scooped up a spoonful of soup.

This kid looks really good, but his brain circuit is not normal.Song Qingchen thought while drinking the soup: What a pity.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up outside, blowing through the corridor all the way, bringing with it a howling sound.Then the moisture of the rain swept into the hall, Song Qingchen subconsciously raised his hand to cover his forehead, and closed his eyes.Seeing this, He Yuan got up and went to close the door, and asked as he walked, "Is it cold?" But he was also drowned in the wind.

It was not so easy for him to close the six vermilion lacquer doors alone.Song Qingchen took a look, then got up to help close the door on the other side.

Knowing that he was busy working not far away, He Jun quickly came over from the outside, helped push the door outside the hall, and went to work elsewhere after the door was closed.Song Qingchen looked around, and found that there were not many servants, or soldiers, in He Yuan's mansion, and there were no maidservants.The whole Hou's Mansion is not like the Wang's Mansion, it is full of all kinds of toys.

Although the Hou Mansion is full of majesty, it seems a little cold.

Thinking about it, if He Yuanruo is still in Shuobei, at least he can go out and play with his friends.But now he is trapped in the capital, unable to get out.Everywhere he looked, they were all unfamiliar colleagues, and they were even plotting against him every day.

Song Qingchen leaned against the door panel, and when he was sympathetic, he asked a little funny: "You are alone in the mansion, don't you feel bored?"

He Yuan seems to be afraid that the wind will come in again, and he is seriously lowering the latch.Hearing Song Qingchen's question, his wrist trembled, thinking of something.After a long while, a muffled sentence came: "My lord moved here directly, isn't it... not suitable."

After saying this, Song Qingchen didn't react for a while, his face was full of astonishment.When he had just figured it out and realized that He Yuan had misunderstood him, He Yuan said sternly again: "You and I live in the same room, there is suspicion of forming a clique for personal gain."

Song Qingchen: "..."

The brain circuit of the protagonist is really not comparable to that of ordinary people.God wants to live with you!There is a small spring in my house, a little pug, and a considerate little bamboo horse, isn't it delicious?

Thinking about it this way, He Yuan became more and more pitiful.Song Qingchen raised his head and gave him a sympathetic look.

Then He Yuan teased and said: "If the prince goes back to the palace normally every day and changes into casual clothes, then he will come over in an unremarkable sedan chair from the back door of the palace. In this way, you can come to me without anyone noticing." House."

Song Qingchen couldn't help laughing out loud after hearing this faction, took a breath before mocking: "You are really 'thoughtful'." Then he showed He Yuan and said: "My family..."

Forget it, don't be too He Yuan, just mock him a little, "My house is like a fairyland. Why do you want to live here?"

This guy He Yuan is also very funny. Not only did he not feel envious at all, but he immediately replied: "Maybe I sneak into your palace every day. With the skills of your palace guards, as long as you keep quiet, I'll be more careful, they won't even notice I."

Song Qingchen was smiling, smiling, and that smile gradually disappeared.He suddenly remembered the plot, turned pale, and said in horror: "You can't come! Anyone in my house can come, but you alone can't come!"

I still want to live a few more days!The emperor is not a vegetarian, so he ordered the eunuch Wanfu to come to see me with poisoned wine and white silk, and I went offline that day, and I was reborn in bliss...

However, when Song Qingchen raised his head again, he found that He Yuan's face had darkened, and the teasing expression just now was gone.He stared at Song Qingchen fiercely, and said coldly, "Why?"

Song Qingchen let out a long breath—it's a long story, how should I explain it to you.

However, before Song Qingchen could figure out how to explain it, He Yuan grabbed his left shoulder suddenly.This was full of strength, just like the time at Duke Ying's mansion, there was a sudden pain in his left shoulder.

The sudden attack annoyed Song Qingchen.He immediately frowned and looked back.Dog protagonist, can't you speak well? !

There was a sound of thunder, and Song Qingchen couldn't help trembling. Seeing He Yuan's face was horrifying, he said in a slow voice: "Besides that young man, there are other people in your house?" The tone was extremely rude, unlike the one just now. He Yuan who was talking and laughing was like two different people.

"What are you crazy about! Move your hands away!" Song Qingchen strangled his wrist with his left hand, trying to free his hand from his shoulder.But it's all futile.

What did He Yuan misunderstand again? !Send Qingchen clenched his fist secretly, ready to punch him.But this thought hastily stopped in his mind - it is impossible for him to beat He Yuan.

It seems that I can only convince people with reason and virtue...

Enduring the pain, Song Qingchen closed his eyes and said slowly, "Relax first, let's talk slowly if we have something to say." Although Song Qingchen gritted his teeth with hatred when he said this, one must learn to be wise and protect oneself.

Head-on confrontation with such a person with high force value and the aura of the protagonist will definitely not end well.Besides, he still has to see this lunatic every day, if he offends people thoroughly, it's really not good.

Song Qingchen has lived for so many years, and he has never had such a good temper. He suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at He Yuan, and said as softly as possible: "Did you... misunderstand something?" The tone sounded Rather pitiful, it should be able to arouse some rationality of the protagonist?

At the same time, in Song Qingchen's heart, he wanted to tear up the dog protagonist now!

At this time, He Yuan said in a deep voice: "It is rumored that you often play with children, is it true?" The tone was like interrogating a prisoner.Song Qingchen didn't dare to answer for a while, and shuddered secretly.

that's not me!Song Qingchen was roaring in his heart!But, would He Yuan believe it? !How could he convince He Yuan of this!

After thinking about it for a while, Song Qingchen came up with a plan.He adjusted his mood slightly, and said ambiguously: "Food and sex." While observing He Yuan's expression, he sighed in a low voice: "At that time, I was greedy for pleasure and chasing lust, and I was young and absurd."

Zha Gong turned his back on the shore, how is this person set up?Song Qingchen didn't care much, and treated a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

He Yuan was skeptical, but the strength in his hand did relax a little.Song Qingchen felt relieved for a while, and continued his performance.

Song Qingchen smiled dejectedly, and Luotuo laughed at himself: "Thinking about it now, when... back then it was very slutty."

At the same time, I slandered: It's really slutty... It's not just a young lady, the original owner even dared to fuck you, He Xiaohou.

He Yuan was completely silent at this moment, just looking at Song Qingchen thoughtfully.

I don't know if my acting skills are in place.Song Qingchen said nonsense again: "It's like An Ge, I feel bored now. You must have noticed that day, I never went to his room at all."

He Yuan believed this sentence.After all, he confirmed it himself.

Song Qingchen lowered his eyes, as if he had seen through life.He continued to say: "Maybe now, I have passed that ridiculous age of obscenity, and I only want one person to treat me sincerely. As for the others... I have no other ideas."

So touching, so affectionate!Song Qingchen was so moved by his words that he almost burst into tears!By the way, he put on a show and sniffed, as if he was really reflecting on his absurdity in the past, and also as if he had been seeking someone's support for many years but couldn't get it.

You have worked so hard, so you can always survive now!Song Qingchen was overjoyed - the protagonist was indeed too tender.

Song Qingchen leaned against the door, feeling a little weak, so he was not as energetic as usual.In addition, the pain in the shoulder was very severe at the moment, as if his soul had been emptied at this moment, he leaned against the door without strength.

Because he was still immersed in his acting skills and was a little deep into the play, Song Qingchen hadn't regained that feeling of depression for a while.Half of his face was hidden in the shadow behind the lights, his thick eyelashes drooped, very hurt.

He Yuan didn't say a word, just watched quietly from the side.The two were silent with each other by the door, and the wind howled past outside the door.

"Song Qingchen." He Yuan spoke suddenly, breaking the uncomfortable silence.This tone sounds without any emotion.

And Song Qingchen was stunned - He Yuan actually called King Jing's small characters directly? !He Yuan is extremely angry?Song Qingchen's heart beat suddenly fast, and he suddenly fell into an unknown fear.

What is waiting for him?He Yuan didn't believe a word of it just now when he made a lot of plays and made up a lot of truths. He still felt that King Jing was too scumbag and tried to humiliate him?

If it doesn't work, why don't you apologize?But he didn't do anything wrong.

Song Qingchen turned his head slowly in a panic, and looked towards He Yuan.

However, he hadn't seen He Yuan's expression clearly yet, he felt his eyes dim, and a soft touch came from his lips.But it only took a moment, and the eyes were restored to brightness.

The house is still filled with lights, and the orange light is very soft.Outside the door were crackling rain beans, mercilessly falling on the eaves and the atrium.There is still a cold and hard partition door behind, and the fragrance of bone soup is faintly floating in the air.

All of this is truly engraved into the five senses, forcing Song Qingchen to confirm that he is not in a dream at this time.

Only now did Song Qingchen understand that this was a shallow kiss - from He Yuan who was beside him.

While in a daze, He Yuan's voice also seemed erratic.

He Yuan said softly: "Since I recited that post, you deserve this punishment. Offended." His voice was low and mellow, just as evocative as when we first met.

Song Qingchen was about to say something, but his lips trembled slightly, but he still didn't say anything, leaning against the door for a while, as if lost in spirit.

Seeing that he was abnormal, He Yuan hurriedly said with concern: "You, you are alright..."

Song Qingchen gathered up all his strength in secret, and suddenly punched him in the face.However, He Yuan has been on the battlefield for a long time, so he is naturally very sensitive to this movement.He immediately raised his hand and used his forearm to block the sudden fist coming from the slanting stab, and smiled apologetically, "Don't be annoyed, I would like to admit defeat. Who told you to lose. You are such a villain in denying and playing tricks."

Song Qingchen didn't listen to his nonsense at all, and wanted to hit again with all his strength, He Yuan quickly turned his hand to stop him, so Song Qingchen's right fist was in a stalemate with He Yuan's forearm.

He Yuan received his three punches steadily, and couldn't help laughing: "How can you use such brute force, how can you beat me? Why don't I teach you?"

Song Qingchen just stared at him viciously, and blurted out: "Get lost."

He Yuanhun didn't care about this sentence, and pulled out an ambiguous smile: "It was you who played tricks first, so you can't blame me."