Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Between the hanging curtains of the bed, there is a pale forearm in the depths.The sun slanted in, covering it with a layer of dazzling light.The black panther squatting next to it stretched out its rough, barbed tongue, and licked it.The forearm was stimulated and retracted into the bed curtain.Song Qingchen woke up in this familiar yet unfamiliar touch, and when he opened his eyes, there was a dazzling white light.He couldn't help frowning, squinting his eyes slightly, his head still in the chaos of awakening.

As his vision gradually became clearer, Song Qingchen turned his head and pushed aside the bed curtain with one hand.I saw that the window was wide open, and the flower branches outside the window quietly stretched into the room, and small ivory-white flowers bloomed every few inches.

Since you are still grounded, you might as well sleep a little longer.Song Qingchen withdrew his hand, closed his eyes again, and prepared to go back to sleep.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and sat up in horror.

Following this movement, Xia Ri's thin brocade was slowly slipped off his chest, revealing his smooth skin.Even though there was no wind between the curtains of the bed, Song Qingchen still felt cool.

This coolness comes from the bottom of my heart.

Where are my clothes?

Song Qingchen looked towards the bed in disbelief. Heibao squatted quietly with his shirt under his body, as if to prove to him that the owner, He Yuan, did come last night.Some chaotic memories reminded him that he was indeed drunk last night, and not lightly.

Song Qingchen's heartbeat gradually increased, he put his hand on the brocade quilt in disbelief, closed his eyes, and lifted the brocade quilt violently.

Song Qingchen smiled with relief—although his upper body was naked, his trousers were still on.But as his eyes moved slightly, his smile froze.Song Qingchen frowned, trying to recall what happened last night.After a while, I still didn't remember...

Why are there a few spots of blood on the bed?Song Qingchen couldn't help but bend his legs, but he didn't feel any discomfort.No pain either.A trace of secret anxiety rose in his heart, but he couldn't say what it was specifically.

Song Qingchen thought for a long time, then simply stripped himself naked, took off his shoes, got out of bed, and went in front of the mirror.Looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help opening his mouth.

What the hell is going on under the collarbone and on the neck?How could there be human tooth marks? !There are not many traces in other places.He hurriedly went back to put on his clothes again, staring at the blood stains on the bed in a daze.

There is obviously no trauma on the body, so it can only be... some miraculous movement, causing some miraculous parts to bleed?Thinking about it, He Yuan's strength is very high, so it's impossible for me to force him...

Could it be... But Song Qingchen walked carefully in the room, feeling his own body seriously.I didn't feel uncomfortable anywhere on my body, especially the unspeakable place.Obviously no pain.How did this bloodstain come from?

He really wants to catch up on some knowledge now, does this kind of thing have to be painful?still none?What kind of tricks does King Jing usually play, does he have any experience, who can tell him these things?

Song Qingchen slammed his fist on the table. Could it be that he was silently...how could this be? !Recalling it carefully, it was indeed He Yuan who helped him back to sleep yesterday, and he seemed to have said something like "offended".

Song Qingchen sat on the grand teacher's chair in the room, as if his soul had been taken away.But when he sat down, he became suspicious again, he didn't feel anything in his lower body, everything was as usual.

Could it be that King Jing already had these experiences?There are so many tricks for scumbags.

The key is that now that something like this happened with He Yuan, what kind of attitude should we take to face him in the future?Song Qingchen was worried, but when he saw the black panther in a blink of an eye, he became even more worried.He has to solve the leopard issue first.

Chunxiang happened to be in the courtyard, Song Qingchen shouted: "Chunxiang, is there any raw meat in the kitchen?"

Chunxiang wondered: "Yes, why did the prince remember..."

Song Qingchen didn't bother to explain, and ordered: "Chicken, duck, fish, anything is fine, bring some raw meat."

The food intake of leopards is really big, it's not 01:30 more than the 'little piece' can eat.In less than two days, four chickens had been killed in the kitchen, and all kinds of pigs, beef and river fresh stocks were exhausted.The servant in charge of purchasing just felt baffled.

After all, it was suspicious that a leopard suddenly appeared during the lockdown period.Song Qingchen could only keep it in the house secretly, and told Chunxiang and a few servants to keep quiet.

Fortunately, the leopard was still obedient and didn't make any big noises.

Not long after, there were rumors in Beijing again that King Jing was too insane and had to eat raw beef heart and pig lung every day.At the same time, there were some inexplicable feces in the corners of the palace.So the 'little piece' carried the big black pot on his back.Although the servants had a lot of complaints about the 'little piece' excreting everywhere, they also knew that it was the prince's favorite pet, so they didn't dare to complain a word.

When He Yuan came back on the moon two days later, Song Qingchen's face was extremely gloomy.

He Yuan put the window panels back in place, and the candlelight swayed slightly with his movements.He Yuan entered the room aggressively, and was about to say something, but when he saw Song Qingchen, his eyes wandered to him, and he couldn't help but think of the scene of that night.After looking at it for a long while, he looked away a little guilty.

Song Qingchen was still ten feet away from him, so he looked at him vigilantly, wanting to stare him out of a hole.I just feel that my muscles are stiff at this moment.It was the first time he was so flustered when facing He Yuan after traveling through the book.

In order to conceal these inexplicable emotions, Song Qingchen said in a deep voice, "Why are you here?" At the same time, his eyes were still full of guard, and his tone was not at all intimate.

He Yuan didn't answer immediately, but gestured to the Hei Bao in the room, and the Hei Bao obediently came up to him, making him intimate with him.He Yuan suddenly raised his head to look at Song Qingchen, and smiled cheekily: "Since you and I have such a close friendship, it is normal for me to come to your room."

Deep friendship?Song Qingchen pondered these two words carefully in his heart, his lips moved, but he didn't speak.He Yuan seemed to be secretly observing his reaction.In the room, you can hear the sound of needles falling, and the atmosphere is extremely strange.

Not long after, He Yuan raised his eyes to look at him, walked straight to Duobaoge in the room, took down the can of wound medicine he brought last time, and said softly, "Your hand injury is not fully healed yet, come and sit down first. Take the medicine." She glanced at him, as if expecting something.

Song Qingchen hesitated.I always feel that there are some physical touches now, which are even more strange.So he only whispered: "You put it on the table, I will do it myself." He hesitated under his feet, but did not come over.

He Yuan smiled softly, he didn't force it, but put down the things obediently.Then he changed the subject and asked, "Is your body okay?"

Song Qingchen's expression became weird. Could it be that he was talking about that night?So, I really fell for him...

Song Qingchen had complicated emotions in his heart, and his face turned pale and then red.After all, he was the one who got drunk first, so it was a bit unreasonable to talk about it, Song Qingchen couldn't even lose his temper.

Seeing that he didn't answer, He Yuan deliberately wanted to scare him, so he came over and said, "Show me? Are you hurt?"

Hearing this, Song Qingchen took three steps back in panic: "What do you want to see!" Suddenly, he felt his voice tremble, and he couldn't help guessing the specific details of that night, and some evocative images that shouldn't have appeared in his mind.

"Sit down!" Song Qingchen yelled anxiously, and felt that he was a little exaggerated, so he took a breath and calmed down a little before saying: "I mean... there is new tea on the table. You sit down and drink a cup of tea first, we Let's talk again."

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Today's words are a bit too much and divided into two chapters_(:*?∠)_]