Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

He Yuan didn't speak for a long time, as if he was not satisfied with Song Qingchen's words.

Could it be that the protagonist's spirit is too high and he thinks I'm too high?Offended him?Then let's not talk about this topic in the future.In a daze, Song Qingchen also forgot that the pottery bowl was shared by the two of them, so he took the bowl back and ate the wine by himself.

He Yuan moved his lower lip, as if he wanted to say something, but held back.

"Speak up if you have something to say." Song Qingchen frowned and asked, "Why are you coy?"

Ever since that sentence, He Yuan's expression has been indescribably strange, and Song Qingchen couldn't help feeling uneasy.

After being silent for a while, He Yuan finally spoke slowly, "Do you know why I came here?"

Song Qingchen burst out laughing: "Of course it's a big plan." I don't know what's on your mind?Isn't it rebellion...

He Yuan sighed, noncommittal.

Is this looking down on me?Song Qingchen's eyes instantly turned sharp, wishing he could slap him twice - I know the whole plot, how dare you look down on me?Who are the defenders loyal to you, where are they, and who should I find? I know everything!You didn't even come to ask me about the plan to rebel.Eyes but no eyes.

"I'm still alive. You don't think I'm important?" Song Qingchen wanted to insinuate. After all, there are only fifteen days, He Xiaohou!You find a way to save me!If the emperor does something crazy, you will never see me again.

Song Qingchen glanced at him, only to feel that he was looking at him with complex eyes, as if there was some sympathy in his eyes, and he couldn't figure out what was going on for a while.Sure enough, the brain circuit is different, unable to communicate.

The two were speechless for a while, Song Qingchen continued to drink by himself, and didn't want to say anything more.The evening breeze carried a bit of coolness, and the atrium was already empty, so the wind was very comfortable.Song Qingchen suddenly felt a warmth in his forearm, followed by a very rough and sticky touch, and even a little pain in his arm from scratching.Only then did he lower his head, and realized that the black panther lying on the table had rubbed against him again.He couldn't help but stroked his head lightly, showing a relieved smile.

"There are rumors outside that you are insane." He Yuan snatched the wine bowl from him, "That's why I came to take a look."

Song Qingchen sneered, shook his head, half-drunk and half-awake, and said, "It's said outside? How little is said outside? It's said that King Jing is a child prostitute, loves young men, stalks you, and is greedy for you, He Xiaohou. Hue. When I went out of the city to welcome your triumphant return, I became jealous of you, and I was so daring..." Song Qingchen recalled that in the original book, King Jing was indeed a bit miserable.

Now that the pen is given to me, let me continue to write the story, it seems to be even worse?Why is the protagonist's body getting more and more floating, and he really can't drink any wine.

In a daze, Song Qingchen also defended the original owner: "Eldest brother doesn't like him either. In order to humiliate him, he was not allowed to become a vassal in his country, and he was forced to trap him in the capital. Let him wear a third-rank official's official uniform separated by a few gold steps. He kowtowed three times and bowed nine times to his elder brother in the Golden Luan Hall. However, the courtiers jokingly called a prince with the surname of the country and said 'Master Song'..."

He Yuan looked over in surprise, he never thought that King Jing would confide so much in his heart.During this time, he drank alone under the moonlight, and actually poured out a stomach full of bitterness.He couldn't help looking at this man's face, he saw his expression was relaxed, his thick eyelashes drooping.There is a kind of melancholy in the movement of the eyes, the tails of the eyes are slightly hanging, and the light eyebrows are slanting into the temples, it is really... an immortal.

While watching, the man muttered again:

"Mother and concubine used to be crowned in the six palaces, but she was jealous of her concubine and left early. In the end, King Jing was alone. What else did he have besides this palace? Isn't it just you that he misses so much?"

Originally, He Yuan was somewhat sympathetic, and sat with the intention of listening.As soon as these words came out, his breathing stopped suddenly, and he immediately checked repeatedly in his heart whether he had heard it wrong.Just as he was in doubt, he saw this man smile again in embarrassment:

"It's a pity, you can't see him."

He Yuan's expression changed, and he immediately retorted in a panic: "I, I have absolutely no..."

Song Qingchen couldn't help laughing, and interrupted him: "Didn't you regard him as your 'white moonlight substitute', your husband? Are you trying to find the shadow of the 'Mr.' in him? Those poems he wrote you Have you ever seen it?" Without waiting for He Yuan's reaction, he continued to laugh at himself: "Even if you have seen it, I'm afraid it's only your husband in your mind. You don't see him at all."

After Song Qingchen finished speaking, he began to drink again, not realizing that he had just said some terrible things.He had already forgotten that the body of the original owner was almost drunk.

He Yuan repeatedly understood this passage. Although he didn't know exactly which day the "Bai Yueguang's substitute" was, it seemed that King Jing had misunderstood him deeply.How could he feel this way?

Where did this come from?He Yuan couldn't help but frowned, his thoughts were immediately confused by these words.

He Yuan boasted that he had read countless beauties, and every time there was a great victory, he would go to the city to "congratulate" with the generals at all levels. During the banquet, there would be a few "national beauty" to accompany him.But he has never felt his heart wavering, and he even disdains to talk to them.As for the later, the matchmaker who came to the uncle's mansion to talk about the various ladies with him, he was not very interested in them, but refused them one by one on the grounds that his filial piety period was not yet over.

There are also bold and mischievous beautiful women, or high-ranking princesses and county owners, and even princes and grandsons who take the initiative to tease him.He thought that he could deal with these people with ease.

But at this moment, facing King Jing, he was at a loss for words.After thinking for a while, he decided to explain from the beginning: "Maybe at the beginning, there was some misunderstanding between you and me."

Misunderstand?Hearing this, Song Qingchen couldn't help laughing.There is clearly no misunderstanding, don't you just want to kill this King Jing who is more frivolous than you?

When He Yuan heard his mocking laughter, he felt as if his heart was being held tight, and immediately panicked, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable.

After a long while, He Yuan sighed forcefully, lost his mind, held Song Qingchen's right hand with both hands, and said seriously, "Qingchen, you...don't take yourself so lightly..."

Unexpectedly, Song Qingchen threw him away violently, and scolded: "You kid, why are you pretending to be affectionate! Do you think I don't know?" He ignored He Yuan's face that had already changed color, and continued to say angrily: "You and King Jing had an affair overnight! , It is clearly a plot! The real scumbag is not King Jing, but you!"

Song Qingchen was drunk and thought, anyway, he will be offline in fifteen days, so he must complain for the original owner today!No one washed the original owner?I wash.I really empathize.The real scumbags are all like He Yuan. They are scumbags who don't show their mountains and show their water. They have no way to refute, no way to start, and they are ruthless.The righteousness of returning the scum is awe-inspiring and directly saved the world.

Song Qingchen got up wobbly, and warned He Yuan again as if worried: "Don't provoke me! I know exactly what you are planning."

He Yuan looked at him with some horror—"It Happened One Night"?How did he know that he ran to his bed to rest that night? !But when he walked by himself in the morning, he was clearly still in a dream.And I really didn't do anything, I just lay down all night.

What's more...is this considered a one-night affair? !

Song Qingchen continued to drink madly: "You know you're afraid now?" He sneered, "I'll tell you, I know exactly what you're thinking and what you've done. So stop pretending to me."

He Yuan couldn't help becoming anxious when he heard the words, this time there was a big misunderstanding.He obviously didn't do anything that night, and he had a gentlemanly attitude.

While Song Qingchen was in a daze, He Yuan thought of another incredible thing—why did Song Qingchen suddenly ask why he was inferior to others in matters of romance?Could it be that he always thought... that he was in charge that night, so there was no trace on his body? !So you are the one who lives under others?

Thinking of this, He Yuan's expression turned from horror to surprise, and then to disbelief.For a moment, the four looked at each other, but they were speechless.At this moment, I only feel that this person has a lovely appearance, with tears in his phoenix eyes, as if he has encountered the frivolity of Deng Tuzi.He Yuan felt a little inexplicably guilty, and took the initiative to look away first.

He Yuan hesitated for a while, but decided to explain what happened that night.He took a long breath and said eloquently, "Actually, that night was not what you thought, I really..."

While speaking, He Yuan slightly raised his head, and saw Song Qingchen standing by the table with his arms folded, with a drunken blush on his cheeks, looking at him playfully and saying: "Young Lord, make up, you continue to make up. My lord Let's see what flowers you can make up."

He Yuan: "..."

Song Qingchen continued to sneer: "Why don't you talk anymore? The book said that when you went to the enemy camp to persuade you to surrender, you were so quick-witted and intelligent. Now you are dumb instead?"

He Yuan thought secretly when he heard the words, it seems that he is famous?Even Fengjing's novel... wrote himself into it?But when I went to the enemy camp to persuade them to surrender, it was clear that only a few cronies and old ministries knew about it, so how could the news be leaked.

Song Qingchen was still drunk, staring at him and said: "Don't try to use your body to seduce me. I have no interest in violating a man. I won't accept your tricks!"

Hearing this, He Yuan couldn't bear it anymore.He didn't know whether to laugh or cry immediately, and anxiously argued: "So you've always treated me like this?"

Song Qingchen understood this sentence, and he walked forward two more steps, and replied confidently: "Isn't that true? The title of the book is 'Dingyuanhou is born rebellious'? It just makes me laugh." , I laughed very cooperatively.

After He Yuan's complexion changed a few times, he finally figured it out. His eyes gradually sank, and his eyes lingered on the tear-stained face.

He had to admit that looking at such a face, he had some secret throbbing uncontrollably in his heart.

With so many misunderstandings, he must first find the most important one and explain it away.

That is……

"Song Qingchen, you have to understand one thing now."

……

When He Yuankui returned to the Hou Mansion at night, he was still a little erratic.Although he didn't do anything substantive, he can confirm that the mark he left on the other party's neck and collarbone, as well as some other arrangements, are enough to prove that he is not the one who "lives under others".

When someone is drunk and forced, victory is not military.

...but only today.It will be hard to say next time.

He Yuan sat quietly at the table of the Eight Immortals in his room and lit the lamp overnight.He decided to ask He Junzhi to replace the informant who was in contact with Beishuo—there must be subtle operations in this process, so many things about him were leaked.

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