Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Although it won't be difficult to say.

But Song Qingchen guessed that He Yuan would not believe it.The whitewashing plan cannot be completed overnight, the original owner's frivolity must have left a lot of shadows on He Yuan.

While thinking, He Yuan's voice sounded again behind him, and it was very clear in this empty corridor:

"My lord is talented in writing and unrestrained, so why would you care about me because of 'certain things'?"

He Yuan is very good at talking, and he made this rainbow fart very polite.While Song Qingchen was on guard, he secretly admired him in his heart that a military general could have such self-cultivation.

But the face is calm and the wind is light, but the feet are not relaxed.

Song Qingchen was busy recalling the next plot.

It's been too long since the opening chapter, and he really can't recall every detail clearly, only a general impression.Of course, in this plot, what impressed Song Qingchen the most was that He Yuan was frequently persuaded to drink.Then, King Jing had some direct or indirect physical contact with He Yuan through his drunkenness.

Song Qingchen felt a sudden chill in his heart.

This seems to be a kind of malicious frivolity.

If he remembered correctly, He Yuan was still carrying some old wounds from the battlefield at this time, and the old wounds had flared up due to excessive drinking.Then the emperor sent an imperial doctor to treat him.

Where is his knife wound?

Song Qingchen turned his head unconsciously and glanced at He Yuan.

Song Qingchen was still immersed in the memories of the plot, and didn't notice that his eyes seemed casual, but they were actually very explicit.

He Yuan knew very well that this was a Hongmen banquet arranged by King Jing.However, he had no reason not to come.After thinking about it, he couldn't find a reasonable excuse to refuse Yao Guangqin's invitation from Duke Ying, so he could only bite the bullet and go to the appointment.While he was worried, King Jing in front of him suddenly turned his head and looked up and down his body with a naked look.It even stayed on his waist for a moment.

There was also a chill in He Yuan's heart.

He originally thought that if King Jing did something outrageous again, he would find a chance to kill King Jing, but it was really not easy to kill a prince without anyone noticing.He suddenly came up with a plan, why not lure King Jing into bed, and then spread this scandal to the emperor...

However, his thoughts were confused by the blatant look just now - if he could, he wanted to kill King Jing now.

This corridor is very remote, and He Yuan's gaze unconsciously fell on the neck of the man in front of him.In just a moment, he could easily crush the neck bone of the person in front of him.

There was a killing intent in He Yuan's eyes.

Suddenly the wind picked up.

The wind carried the fragrance of spring flowers, mixed with some faint water agarwood, like the smell on the robe of the man in front of him.

Unconsciously, the expression of King Jing just now appeared in his mind.Laid-back, with a sense of sadness, was very pitiful at that moment.

He Yuan was in a trance for a moment, and the murderous intent in his eyes was restrained a lot.

At this moment, the person in front of him suddenly stopped and turned around.

He Yuan caught off guard and met a pair of clear eyes.There is no malice in these eyes, pure and direct.All the eyes of King Jing were different from before, which made him a little surprised.

"How is your recovery from the old knife wound?" King Jing asked him, his tone was urgent, with a lot of worry.

……

Song Qingchen thought, it would not be difficult to completely change the plot, as long as He Yuan doesn't come home drunk today, everything will be fine.Stopping alcohol is not difficult.But it is not easy to make He Yuan not drink at all.

If his knife wound has basically recovered, then it doesn't hurt to drink two or three glasses of wine.If he still suffers from frequent stab wounds, it is hard to predict what effect two or three glasses of wine will have.Song Qingchen didn't understand medical skills, so he was also very worried.

It's better to confirm the injury with He Yuan in person.

He Yuan was stunned for a moment, but didn't answer immediately, as if he was thinking about something.

This kid is so strange, he doesn't even know how his injury is?

Song Qingchen couldn't help being amused, and unconsciously calmed down: "Try to drink as little as possible today."

At this time, He Yuan seemed to have just remembered something, and said with a smile on his face: "Thanks to the lord's concern, it is no longer a hindrance."

Is it okay?Song Qingchen raised his eyebrows slightly.The answer was ambiguous, and it was difficult for Song Qingchen to figure it out.If you continue to ask, it will seem very ambiguous.

Song Qingchen really had a headache.

It's useless to talk too much, it's better to stop drinking.

Song Qingchen can drink a lot.It's just that he doesn't quite know whether the body of the original owner can bear it.It's better to give it a try than to watch yourself go to death.

Maybe it's because they have their own thoughts, but they get along very well.The two of them were speechless, and they didn't show any embarrassment.

After walking a few dozen steps, the two of them had left the corridor and came to an empty garden.A path in the middle extends forward and is paved with good stones.Looking up, he saw the maidservant of the Duke's Mansion in the distance, Song Qingchen seemed relieved, and hurriedly asked her to lead the way.

He Yuan followed quietly, and there was a strange tacit understanding between the two.

The maid took them through the back garden of the Duke's mansion familiarly, and after a while, the fragrance of flowers suddenly became stronger.Song Qingchen followed the fragrance and took a look—dozens of Xifu Begonias stood up against the wind, and the flowers and trees were green, like a red glow.

In front of the crabapple grove, a banquet table was set up, and beside the table were sitting men in Chinese costumes in twos and threes.They were toasting and laughing.

"My lord, we have a visitor." The maid blessed her body and said softly.

Hearing this, one of the men immediately got up and turned around, narrowed his eyes the moment he saw Song Qingchen, grinned loudly and said:

"Who am I? It turns out to be my pretty apprentice, and we will set up a great general!"

This man looked like he had just passed the year of his destiny, but he had a neat beard, a hale and hearty spirit, and he didn't look old at all.

Song Qingchen immediately understood the other party's identity, and bowed to salute: "There are many exotic flowers and plants in the teacher's house. The student lost his way, and he is ashamed of being late!"

He Yuan was also respectful and polite: "This junior has met Duke Ying." It was rare that He Yuan saluted meticulously, with his hands and eyebrows in line.

He Yuan quietly glanced at Song Qingchen, a little surprised at his sentence "lost".

Really not on purpose?He Yuan pondered secretly.

Duke Ying nodded to He Yuan again and said, "Boy He has become more and more outstanding."

Then they exchanged pleasantries with He Yuan. In just two or three sentences, they not only remembered the old general He, but also praised He Yuan in various ways.

Song Qingchen exclaimed in admiration.As expected of being an emperor teacher, Yao Guangqin's whole body showed the momentum of advancing and retreating, and he was easy-going with three points of majesty.

In this way, He Yuan was a bit dwarfed by the comparison, and the civil servants at the table also held the mentality of watching the show, making eye contact with each other and exchanging glances.

Apparently, they were all very dissatisfied with He Yuan's appointment as Marquis of Dingyuan.

The titles are ranked from high to low according to "Gonghou Bozinan". Now military officers are not valued, and He Yuan can be granted the title of Marquis.

What is even more enviable is that He Yuan is just a young man who has not yet reached the crown, and he can be so favored by the Holy One, he can be named a Marquis and a noble.

These people must make some stumbling blocks to vent their emotions.

Song Qingchen glanced around and found that among the crowd, except for himself, they were all civil servants over the age of 30.

He Yuan was the youngest and the only military officer.

This situation is not good.Song Qingchen couldn't help feeling worried.

Sure enough, after Yao Guangqin and He Yuan finished exchanging greetings, one of them got up while stroking his beard, and said with a smile, "I've heard for a long time that Young Master He is very generous. Since you are late, why don't you punish yourself with three cups first." It is inescapable to say.

There were echoes everywhere, and the atmosphere suddenly became heated.

Song Qingchen was shocked.

When He Yuanren first arrived, you bullied him.

... Isn't this forcing him to blacken?