Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

When it was time to leave the Yamen, He Yuan and Song Qingchen left the Yamen together.He Yuan supported the saddle with one hand and turned over, and stepped onto the bay red horse "Hongxia" lightly and quickly.The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled all over his body, along the edge of his official robe, a layer of soft light fainted outward.Following the light and shadow, Song Qingchen raised his head slightly, looked over at He Yuan, and couldn't help laughing.

Red horse, green robe, show off.

However, Song Qingchen had to remind him in an unflattering manner: "This street is strictly prohibited from riding horses."

He Yuan turned his head when he heard the sound, looked at Song Qingchen a few more times, and then took the reins from the Yamen servant, and smiled inadvertently.

"Thank you for the reminder." Then he turned the horse's head and entered another small street.The figure of the young man gradually disappeared in the dark place where the sunlight could not reach.

Song Qingchen looked at the back, thinking secretly——

If you have to hug the protagonist's thigh as a last resort, treat He Yuan as a woman for now.It's not impossible to serve after reluctance... Anyway, I am a scumbag, and a scumbag is also a gong.Song Qingchen's heart was extremely heavy, if he wore a book, wouldn't he bend himself? !

The key point is that the protagonist is a bit young, just an adult, what kind of evil is this.But in ancient times, he was not too young at this age, and it is said that he could already have wives and concubines.No matter how bad it is, there is still a maid in the room to warm his bed.

Song Qingchen was absent-minded, and exchanged a few words with other colleagues who had just left the yamen, with an official smile on his face, and then slowly descended the steps, looking where the sedan chair came from.The long follower ran over first, leaned over and brushed the dust off his boots for him.

Song Qingchen looked relaxed, but in his heart he was already extremely anxious.Is the cannon fodder really doomed?No, Song Qingchen will never admit defeat.

Haishi, that is, from nine to eleven o'clock in the evening.The ancients worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, so Haishi was quite late for them.Although there is no curfew in this small world, except for restaurants and theaters, almost all of them are closed.

Song Qingchen was soaking in the small spring, and the water vapor was lingering, and his thoughts were a little confused for a while.When he came out to get dressed, he looked at the little bamboo horse Chunxiang again.I saw that Chunxiang was still very respectful and considerate, and he didn't look like a traitor in any way.

And...if Chunxiang was a traitor, with so many things in his hands, King Jing should have been offline long ago.How can I survive to this day?Song Qingchen couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, it seemed that he was at least safe in the palace.

After Song Qingchen returned to his room, he suddenly felt a strange feeling.As if he had washed himself clean, he waited for the protagonist, Yue Hei Feng Gao, to push the door in, and then the two went to bed to talk about Feng Yue.

Song Qingchen couldn't help but see He Yuan's face in the chaos, and suddenly suffocated.He shook his head hastily, dispelling the horrifying thought.Now between the elder brother emperor and He Yuan, Song Qingchen had to choose one to fight for his life.The emperor's elder brother is obviously unreliable, he wants to kill his younger brother every second, can he really only choose He Yuan? !

"Chunxiang, what time is it!"

Chunxiang hurried over from the outside, and replied through the door: "My lord, it's Hai time."

Then why didn't He Yuan come!When am I going to wait.This dog protagonist, could it be that he deceived me!

"Then... is there any movement outside?" Song Qingchen still did not give up, and asked Chunxiang.

Chunxiang may not have reacted for a while, and asked with some doubts: "Your Highness means...? The 'little guy' has already been fed, and he is sleeping right now, and there is no movement."

The little one is the pug.The emperor's elder brother's name is Song Jue, and this pug is called "Little Block". Song Qingchen has to doubt the intention of the original owner's name.But now Song Qingchen didn't have the heart to talk to the little guy, so he asked Chunxiang to come in and talk.

Chunxiang pushed open the door lightly and said, "My lord orders."

"The guards are on duty already?"

Chunxiang thought for a while, "Just on duty, now they are on patrol. The nearest government soldiers are two feet outside the door of the prince's room."

Song Qingchen looked up and looked out, there was indeed a figure there, holding a tassel gun in his hand, standing upright.

"Transfer him to An Ge's place. This king is so bored that he will come out for a walk later." He leaned back on the couch with a tired expression on his face.Then he confessed uneasy: "I'm worried about the court affairs, don't arrange people near my bedroom. It looks like I'm upset."

Chunxiang nodded and went down to make arrangements.Song Qingchen looked out through the crack of the window, and sure enough, the mansion guard had been transferred away, and the flower beds and east-west passages in the distance were unguarded at this moment.The ground in the atrium is frosty white, the moonlight is pleasant, reflecting the soft light of the gently fluttering mansion lamp, it is indescribably peaceful.

It would be great to have a drink here.

Just looking out, the oil lamps in the room suddenly went out.

He Yuan comes as soon as he comes, why turn off my lamp!Song Qingchen was about to reprimand him, but when he turned around, a dagger was pressed against his throat.A cold light flashed back, and his eyes hurt for a moment.I saw that the assassin had a short sword pinned to his waist.

The assassin's face was hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see anything clearly.Song Qingchen panicked for a moment, then calmed down immediately - as long as there is a delay, that kid He Yuan will come.It is important to stabilize the assassin first.

"What do you intend to do by holding this king hostage?"

This person must not have come to kill him, otherwise he would have done it, and he would not have been in a stalemate with him for so long.Hearing that the other party didn't answer, Song Qingchen tentatively asked again: "What do you want? Gold and silver, a beautiful maid? I don't have the time to be around, and the guards are far away. Why don't you and I sit down first and discuss the terms."

The man seemed unmoved, but stepped forward in two steps, and quickly grabbed Song Qingchen's hands back.

Song Qingchen didn't resist. After thinking about it carefully, the assassin should have sneaked in a long time ago.But Moji didn't take his life for so long, so there must be some conspiracy.

The strength of this hand was a bit strong, Song Qingchen couldn't help panting a little, and said in a deep voice: "What do you want?"

Suddenly the assassin leaned over and whispered in Song Qingchen's ear:

"The wind passes without leaving a trace, I'm here to He Zilan." Breathing warmly, he whispered in his ear, "I've heard for a long time that the young master is very attractive, so I'm going to step on the moon to take it."

Song Qingchen: "..."

"He Yuan, if you want to say something, just light up the lamp and say it!" Song Qingchen gathered his strength secretly, and broke away from him.

He Yuan didn't force him, he took a few steps back, and obediently lit the lamp.Da Sah sat down at the table and poured tea to drink by himself.

"My lord is calm and alert, I admire you."

Seeing his appearance, Song Qingchen couldn't help but smile: "Thank you." You're still too young.

"Say what you have to say, and get out of here when you're done." Song Qingchen was annoyed by him, and for a while there was a stick in his sentence.

"My lord, the Holy Majesty looks down on you, but I am really impressed by your talent and demeanor."

Song Qingchen sneered: "Is that so? Should I thank General He for promoting me?"

He Yuan didn't shy away from it, and went straight to the point: "The tiger talisman of the Shuobei garrison was confiscated by the court, but they are still willing to listen to me. Now there is a famine outside, and bandits are everywhere. The local officials are hiding it and not reporting it. It won't be too long. Fengjing will be a mess."

You rebel, are you trying to force me to rebel? !Song Qingchen couldn't answer right now, so he pretended to be confused and kept silent.

"My lord knows that if you continue to be neutral, there will be no good results." He Yuan said lightly.

Song Qingchen replayed the plot in his mind.Thinking of He Yuan as a military general, he is not very powerful in the court, if he wins over a civil servant who is in an important position, he will definitely have a lot of advantages.And when he wins over himself, he wins over Yao Guangqin, the cabinet minister.Then Yao Guangqin's good friendship with King Jing this time, all of them were included in the pocket by the way.

What a wishful thinking?

But Song Qingchen still had to be reserved.

"Party struggles, fighting back and forth, are nothing but for their own interests. On the surface, they are sanctimonious, and they speak righteously, but they are actually seeking selfishness."

Including the old fox Yao Guangqin, the mansion is like a golden cave.His house was ransacked, and about 800 taels of snowflake silver could be copied out.

"To be honest with the lord, He is also doing it for personal gain. He is an ordinary person, not very noble."

These words were beyond Song Qingchen's expectation.In the book, isn't He Yuan for the righteousness of the world?In the end, the usurper of the throne was also to save the common people from the fire and water.Such a young hero is in front of me now, telling me that he is doing it for personal gain...

It's kind of funny.

"Aren't you for the Dao?" Song Qingchen couldn't help but sneer.

He Yuan smiled meaningfully, but did not answer.Then his gaze seemed to have changed.Song Qingchen couldn't help but dodged back a little, for fear that he would go crazy again in the next moment.

The candlelight was swayed by the wind, and the figure floated vacantly, He Yuan frowned slightly.Unfolding it again, he said in a slow voice: "The righteousness of the world is not as good as a spring breeze tonight."

Song Qingchen raised his head abruptly and looked at He Yuan in horror.

Don't you want to conquer the world? !If you don't fight the world, we will all be finished!

He Yuan looked at him for a moment in the candlelight, seeing the man's face flushed red, he burst out laughing, waved his hands and said, "Talk about it! Don't worry, my lord."

Song Qingchen glanced at him, and saw that he was playing with the dagger in his hand, unhurriedly, as if he could easily handle whatever happened outside.A sense of security came to my heart for no reason, as if He Yuan was the only real and vivid existence in this small world.

Not knowing what this boy looked like on the battlefield, Song Qingchen suddenly became curious.

Just as he was thinking, He Yuan took a sip of tea from the teacup, leaned forward and said, "My lord, please stay with me overnight."

Song Qingchen turned his head in astonishment, what the hell... is the protagonist a temptation? !

No, this Zha Gong is very upright.Now he is a rebel on a boat, and the rabbit still doesn't eat the grass beside the nest.

"You want to stay in my house so much?" Song Qingchen smirked.

He Yuan's eyes brightened when he heard this, and just as he was about to say something, Song Qingchen immediately spoke, as if pouring him a basin of cold water:

"An Ge is in the east courtyard, you can accompany him instead of me."

As expected, He Yuan's face became gloomy, and the smile just disappeared in an instant.He stood up abruptly and extinguished the oil lamp again.In the darkness, Song Qingchen looked at He Yuan's position vigilantly.However, it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

There was a sudden heat on the side of the neck, He Yuan had turned around, his dagger was still in his hand, Song Qingchen could only see a flash of cold light in the dark, and couldn't see the rest clearly.

The slight sound of the blade cutting through the cloth resounded from the side of his waist, which was very clear in the darkness. Song Qingchen was about to turn around and scold him when he felt a chill in his chest, and the handle of the dagger lightly slipped over his collarbone.But he didn't go further downstream.

"Don't go to the east courtyard anymore." He Yuan exhaled warmly next to his ear, "I still have two sentences to say."