Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Song Qingchen looked at him for a while, only to feel that this question could not be explained clearly for a while.Just as he was thinking about how to perfuse him, He Yuan grabbed the left hand out and rolled up his sleeve to look at it.

Song Qingchen hurriedly retreated, and said with a suppressed voice: "What are you doing. This is a public office, please behave yourself."

However, these words did not work for He Yuan.As soon as the crimson robe sleeves were lifted, the swollen purple little finger came into view, and beside the slender and strong white fingers beside it, it looked very abrupt and eye-catching.

Song Qingchen saw that he still didn't take his eyes off the hand, and was standing beside the table thoughtfully, so he was puzzled and looked up at him a few times.I saw his free hand clenched into a fist, with terrible veins on it.Looking at his face again, he felt that the fluorescence in his eyes had sunk, and his eyes were unusually cold.It seemed to remind him of something that he hated so much, and it seemed to be burning with anger.

After a long while, He Yuanfang calmed down, and asked slowly: "I have good medicine in my house, can you help me with it?"

Song Qingchen gave a wry smile, pulled his hand away, and said coldly: "The government doctor looked at it, there is nothing serious. The medicine has been given in the morning, and the swelling will subside in a few days." Seeing that He Yuan had no intention of leaving, Song Qingchen laughed He said: "Do you regard me as a woman? Then I really... Thank you, Lord He Xiaohou, for your concern."

He Yuan chuckled: "No. If the prince doesn't want to, just pretend I didn't say it. If you care about it, it's just chaos."

Song Qingchen raised his head and smiled, "If you care about me, you will cause chaos? You really care about me, so what kind of calculation is this?"

He Yuan didn't speak for a while, and then said after a pause: "Your Majesty's words are right, you're right."

Song Qingchen weighed it in his heart now, not only is the elder brother unreliable, he is simply a beast, and treating his younger brother is really insulting.Relatively speaking, He Yuan seemed much more reliable.

Song Qingchen couldn't help but cast a friendly look at He Yuan.Brother, if you want to fight Jiangshan, take me...

This look was obviously quite useful to He Yuan.He Yuan brought the tea again, and said softly, "Taste a sip."

"What's the secret of this tea?" Song Qingchen glanced at him, his hand hurt again, and he really had no desire to drink tea.

What is this kid doing weirdly?Song Qingchen looked at the cup of tea suspiciously, and opened it after hesitating for a moment.As soon as the porcelain cover was opened, a strong fragrance entered the nostrils.Song Qingchen couldn't help lowering his head to look inside curiously.

"Osmanthus, lotus seeds, and chrysanthemums. They are very sweet." He Yuan smiled flatteringly.

"You made it yourself?" Song Qingchen asked suspiciously, then took a sip, the taste was indeed sweet, "Why did you put these things?"

He Yuan suddenly sneered, and said slowly: "I think the prince is too irritable and irritable, and...in short, this tea is for calming down."

Song Qingchen always felt that his words had some deep meaning, so he looked up suspiciously.

He Yuan met his gaze, gave a smirk, then lowered his voice and said, "You can also get rid of some lust. The prince of the province will always toss some children."

Song Qingchen put down the teacup with a "bang", feeling like an old critic to me?Song Qingchen was very displeased.Is it my fault that you look good? !Can I choose the skin my parents gave me?Even though I wear books, I can't choose either.If possible, I still want to wear it as the protagonist, wouldn't the skin be better.

Thinking of the word "skin bag", he couldn't help but think of the dog emperor again, and felt another twitching pain in the little finger of his left hand. Song Qingchen's expression immediately became hideous because of the pain.

But He Yuan smiled and said: "It's just a joke, don't get angry, my lord. You see, you are very hot."

Song Qingchen glanced at him, not wanting to talk anymore.However, the haze brought about by the emperor's accident has dissipated a lot because of He Yuan.

Before the date of the court meeting, there was a lot of news about the impeachment of King Jing for wooing officials in Beijing. According to Jiang Yizhi's dictation, Song Qingchen found that even the supporting officials of the [-]th line had appeared.

In addition, there were many posts that washed He Yuan clean.It means that King Jing is passionate about everything and has nothing to do with He Yuan.According to Jiang Yizhi, the piles of whitewashed posts are as high as a forearm.Song Qingchen couldn't help frowning, feeling strongly dissatisfied.Why didn't anyone clean me up? !

Early the next morning, Song Qingchen had just packed his clothes and was about to go out when Li Wanfu came over to pass on the instructions of the Long Live Lord.

Song Yan, the king of Jing, suspected that he was secretly forming a clique in Beijing, so he was confined for fifteen days, and he will be released after investigation.

Hearing this news, Song Qingchen was so... so happy.Lying dead at home every day, no need to get up early, no need to look at anyone's face, I really don't understand what is wrong with being grounded!Such a big task as conquering the world should be entrusted to a young talent like He Yuan.

Just lying down and winning so easily?Song Qingchen should not be too happy.So Song Qingchen accepted the order leisurely, and in front of Li Wanfu, took off the veil crown on his head, threw it on the ground, and immediately went to play with dogs and birds, ignoring the black veil cap and rolled away, covered in dust.

Li Wanfu looked at Song Qingchen suspiciously, only to see that not only was there no trace of anxiety on Song Qingchen's face, but he was also ecstatic?It seems... King Jing was scared out of his wits, and he wanted to go back and report the good news to Lord Long Live.

After Li Wanfu left, Song Qingchen simply asked the little bamboo horse to drag out the reclining chair, and directly basked in the sun in the yard.Looking at this palace, it can last for many years.Song Qingchen didn't return to the room leisurely until the sun was rising and it was really hot, with a fine layer of sweat on his body.

The little bamboo horse Chunxiang came over lightly, ready to shake the fan for Song Qingchen.Song Qingchen was in a good mood and didn't need him to wait on him so much, so he simply asked Chunxiang to sit down and rest.

But in the end it was the love between bamboo and horse, Chunxiang couldn't help it, and asked with concern: "If the prince is sad to be humiliated in this prison, then I will talk to Chunxiang about it."

The little bamboo horse has been serving Wen Mo for a long time, and his words are very interesting.What humiliation in prison, this is clearly the joy of Taoyuan!Song Qingchen waved his hands and said softly, "Don't worry about me, it's fine. Bring 'Little Pieces' here to play with." Now that things have happened, it is becoming more and more understandable why the original master named this dog "Little Pieces" son".

He Yuan kept himself useful, and he certainly wouldn't let himself die inexplicably.Thinking of this, Song Qingchen suddenly stopped his thoughts—why would I think so?If I have something, will he really save me?Immediately, he laughed at himself, he was the main character.But the more I think about it, the more confused my mind becomes, I simply give up thinking about it, and steal a day of leisure, oh no, it's fifteen days.Let's talk about it later.

As night falls, the Wangfu's mountains, rocks and waterscapes are reflected in the lanterns of the palace, forming a small world of its own.Song Qingchen came out of the shower, and suddenly became excited. He finally realized what he wanted last time, to be in the middle of the courtyard under the moon, paired with each other, and drink a little wine.

The little bamboo horse smoked wormwood in the yard for him, and there was no mosquito infestation.After serving the altar wine, Song Qingchen ate it on his own.I also took out the "Former Court and Field Compilation" that I found in the original owner's house in the afternoon, and read the unofficial history. I was really happy.

About halfway through the book, Song Qingchen gradually felt double vision.He almost forgot that although he was not drunk from a hundred glasses of wine, the body of the original owner could not bear the smell of alcohol.So he propped his head up with his hands, and leaned against the side of the table for a moment.The evening breeze blows over the green plants next to it, bringing a quiet fragrance of bluegrass.

Suddenly a figure flashed in the distance, Song Qingchen was so startled that he immediately sat up straight, only then remembered that it was the guard of the palace.Song Qingchen gave a wry smile, and the Jin Yiwei outside took turns to keep an eye on King Jing.Then what is the use of my Fuwei?Song Qingchen called twice, but no one answered.Suddenly remembered that the little bamboo horse was not on duty today, so he didn't think about it anymore and let the guard go.

Just when his mind was becoming confused, there was the sound of a body falling not far away. Song Qingchen looked up suspiciously, and found that the mansion guard had fallen to the ground just now.Before he could figure out what was going on, a familiar voice sounded in his ears: "My lord, please stay safe."

Song Qingchen turned his head slowly and looked at the person behind him. He had his hands behind his back, and he didn't know what he was hiding.Then Song Qingchen couldn't help laughing - he saw a fluffy tail wagging twice at He Yuan's elbow and flapping it irritably.

He Yuan came over and gently placed the leopard in his hand on the slate table. The black leopard was very obedient, rubbed it along Song Qingchen's right hand, and fell down safely.

"Why are you here?" Song Qingchen was half-drunk and half-awake, and his words were weak, "How did you avoid those Jin Yiwei?"

He Yuan didn't answer, just smiled softly, and sat on the edge of the stone table.He didn't mind that Song Qingchen only prepared a wine bowl, and poured wine casually, making the ceramic bowl taste like wine.

He wiped the corner of his mouth with his cuff, and said softly, "What's wrong with your left hand?" He said he wanted to check it.

Song Qingchen pushed his body away with his right hand: "It's okay, the swelling will subside in two days. It's just not easy to touch."

He Yuan took out a small porcelain pot from his arms, put it on the stone table, and slowly pushed it along the table to Song Qingchen.Hearing the sound, the little black panther raised his head, then lay down on Song Qingchen's forearm again.

"What is this?" Song Qingchen couldn't help pulling out the lid to see, there were some apricot-colored ointments inside.

"Ointment?" Song Qingchen couldn't laugh or cry - he really missed his hand injury very much.Feeling warm for no reason, Song Qingchen didn't like this kind of feeling very much, so he sarcastically said: "With this skill, you might as well figure out how to calm down the Quartet as soon as possible."

He Yuan was not annoyed when he heard this, but replied with a smile: "I'm planning." He took a sip of wine and said, "I just didn't expect that Long Live would ground you. There are conflicts between the court and the middle party, and everyone is eager to seek credit and flattery. Knowing that you won't live forever, they stepped on it one after another." Shaking his head lightly, he sighed: "I really can't control it."

Song Qingchen felt amused when he heard his sentiments.Zuizhong thought vaguely, if he really goes offline after fifteen days, he can return to reality, there is nothing wrong with it.It's just... I will never see He Yuan again.

So Song Qingchen teased him deliberately, and said with a smile: "If I leave, what will happen to you?"

He Yuan was thinking about something in his heart. Hearing this sentence, he suddenly turned his head and stared at Song Qingchen for a while, his expression gradually became serious, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and then he grabbed his forearm and said seriously:

"You must not kill yourself if the big plan is not achieved!" He said in a panic, "It's only fifteen days, don't worry, I will let you out of this palace!"

Song Qingchen didn't take it seriously, and said casually: "How could I kill myself, you are worrying too much. Just do your own thing."

He Yuan looked at him suspiciously, still worried for a while, and confessed: "Now I can also take you out of the palace, but the name is not right, and there will be endless troubles. You must wait for me, don't do something stupid. "He caught Song Qingchen's left hand again and helped him apply the medicine.Under the moonlight, his eyes were lowered, and his expression was very serious, as if he was carving some city-wide treasure out of precious jade.

Song Qingchen couldn't help wondering whether he was applying medicine or looking at his hands, so he joked, "You're taking advantage of me."

He Yuan chuckled lightly, noncommittal.

Song Qingchen looked at him for a while, and couldn't help blurting out a sentence, a sentence that had been held in his heart for a long time: "You..." But he didn't know how to express the words.Taking advantage of a little drunkenness, Song Qingchen simply asked:

"You are so heroic, how can you... live under others?"

How can you be a victim?Song Qingchen was really curious, the emperor looked very hypocritical, could he be subdued?I really don't know what the original author was thinking.

He Yuan seemed to be stumped by this sudden question, he stared at Song Qingchen for a while, and asked in doubt, "What are you referring to?"

Song Qingchen looked back and muttered in a very soft voice, "Of course it's a romantic affair."

After hearing this, He Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then fell into deep thought.Not long after, I looked over with an extremely weird gaze, as if searching, but also as if I couldn't believe it.Finally, in a long tone, he said slowly: "Why do I... want to live under others?"

After Song Qingchen heard it, he smiled immediately: "That's really great. Wouldn't it be beautiful for you and me to marry Jinlan."

Song Qingchen was very happy.Since He Yuan is not a subject, his attributes are the same, everyone can be brothers peacefully, and he has gained a younger brother with explosive force value.And no longer have to be frightened, thinking that he is going to come to seduce yourself.It made me feel very tired every day as if I was with a chaste woman.If you accidentally touch your hand, you will be afraid for a long time.

It's just... Why is He Yuan's expression getting weirder?

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