Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

He Yuan didn't say a word, just moved vigorously, put Yu Cheng's knife back into the scabbard, put it in front of the scabbard, the blade reflected a cold light, and then made a clank.Song Qingchen couldn't help but narrowed his eyes a little.

The three remained silent for the time being.After a while, He Yuan said: "The road is clearly ahead. Your Highness and Commander, why did you come out of the remote path?"

As he said that, his eyes kept wandering between Song Qingchen and Yu Cheng, he looked at them suspiciously, and asked in a strange way: "Is there any prey in the forest, has it been released in advance? He just happened to be free Nothing to do, why not go to the woods and play for a while?"

Yu Cheng was also a little displeased, but he still had a "businesslike" expression on his face: "I'm in a lowly position to defend, and I just met His Highness by chance to guide His Highness. Why should the young master get angry."

With that said, Yu Cheng touched the tooth card, lowered his head to inspect it carefully, and then cupped his hands and said, "I'm on official business, I'm resigning from my humble position."

He Yuan's eyes locked onto Yu Cheng's back, and it wasn't until he disappeared into the woods that He Yuan could barely look away.Turning to look at Song Qingchen, he said displeasedly, "What did we say that night? Your memory is so bad?"

While straightening his shirt, Song Qingchen replied, "I don't know the way, so I just met him to guide me."

He Yuan immediately frowned, and asked, "How many times have you been to Long Live Mountain since you were a child, and you will get lost here?"

Song Qingchen raised his head in surprise, hesitant to speak several times - Song Qingchen really couldn't catch up with this... He suddenly remembered, could it be that Yu Cheng also thought so? !Do you feel that you know the way clearly, but you deliberately seduce him? !

No wonder Yu Cheng's eyes were indescribably weird when he saw him for the first time.

Thinking of this, Song Qingchen suffocated again.For a while, I couldn't find any words to excuse myself.After all, there is indeed something unreasonable.

Song Qingchen thought for a while, then simply changed the subject and said: "I saw a rabbit with a rare coat. I wanted to catch it, but I brought it back to the mansion, but it ran away."

He Yuan moved his gaze to Song Qingchen's face, and said calmly, "Really."

This lie was a bit clumsy, He Yuan doubted it, just glanced back and forth at him, but did not continue to ask.

The two stood close to each other, Song Qingchen suddenly remembered the events of the previous few nights for no reason, and felt a burst of embarrassment.

Song Qingchen lowered his head slightly, looked into the distance and explained in a low voice: "I was confined by the emperor for a long time, but now I was able to come out of the mansion suddenly, and saw the sun hanging high outside... I was in a daze. I was absent-minded, so I went the wrong way. When I came back to my senses, I had already entered the forest, so I met him."

Then slowly raised his eyes to look at He Yuan: "I'm a little dizzy, why don't you lead the way?"

Looking at this face, He Yuan suddenly felt a pain in his heart. He first looked back and forth, then slowly stretched out his hand, and straightened Song Qingchen's temple hair:

"Let's go, the hunting ground is just ahead." He Yuan smiled: "I was still young, and I came here once with my father. I don't know if my memory is accurate."

Song Qingchen smiled indifferently and said, "Just follow your memory and lead the way, it's okay."

Anyway, this is my first time here...

He Yuan looked at him slightly.Today Song Qingchen came here wearing a pro-dynasty uniform, unlike the usual official robes, with a graceful posture.His face was bright, and he was not overwhelmed by the robe.

Since what happened that night, the relationship between the two has become a little weird and subtle.

He Yuan quietly glanced at him again.

Especially Song Qingchen, he was even inexplicably polite to himself.It seems that they want to distance themselves on purpose.All the teasing in the past has disappeared.The atmosphere became inexplicably ambiguous.

After walking for a while, there was a faint smell of wine in the air. Song Qingchen looked ahead, and the first thing he saw was rows of banners, embroidered with auspicious animal emblems.The banquet table is in the hall not far away.

In order to avoid suspicion, the two entered the hall one after the other.Before entering the hall, He Yuan glanced at him.

The banquet hall is surrounded by air, and next to the big red-painted pillars, there are bright yellow curtains, blowing in the wind.When I got closer, I realized that there were a lot of ice mirrors in the banquet hall, and the hall was very cool.

The first thing Song Qingchen saw was the emperor.He was wearing light casual clothes, which looked like an outing, and he was sitting at the main seat in the hall.While drinking, the emperor raised his eyes and saw Song Qingchen, his movements froze slightly, and then he continued to raise his glass to drink.

Song Qingchen saluted the emperor as usual.It was as if the poisoned alcohol had never happened at all.

After all, his own life and death are already in the hands of this enigmatic man, what other futile struggles can Song Qingchen do besides damn "letting go"? !

While saluting, Song Qingchen turned his head to one side to show silent protest.

The line of sight fell to the west hall, where there was a row of tables and tables, all covered with yellow silk.There are all kinds of signs on it, and there seem to be things like chips.

The imperial court favored civility over martial arts. The so-called "hunting" was just to let some skilled warriors go hunting, while all the princes and civil servants were only in the hall, drinking and having fun leisurely.Betting on the hunter's score is a kind of gambling.

At this moment, the emperor suddenly said: "My brother, come and sit down." He glanced at the vacant seat on the west side and motioned Song Qingchen to sit down.

As he said that, with a big wave of his hand, the two beautiful young eunuchs who were snuggling beside him got up and moved away.

Song Qingchen cast a vigilant gaze, pursed his lips and said nothing.But after thinking for a while, he walked over slowly and sat down.After being seated, Song Qingchen just ate wine on his own.After all, he really didn't understand, what else could he have to say with this uncertain elder brother.

The emperor was silent for a while before he spoke, "Still remembering the grudge against me?"

The meaning of what he said was unclear, so Song Qingchen asked directly: "What is your Majesty referring to?" Song Qingchen's tone was very cold.

After all, he believes that this is the only way to be logical!My brother couldn't help saying that he wanted to kill me, but any normal person would have such an angry reaction? !

The emperor was not angry, but said in a low voice: "That glass of 'poisonous wine' is just ordinary rice wine mixed with mulberry fruit juice. Why would I want you...to really go to hell."

Song Qingchen was puzzled again, was the feeling to scare him? !What kind of ghostly interest is this? !

However, Song Qingchen sneered: "Thank you, Your Majesty. Fortunately, I have the guts. Otherwise, I would have been shocked to death before drinking the wine."

Ever since Song Qingchen found out that the characters in the original book were not accurate, Song Qingchen decided to grab the pen and write the plot himself.So he stopped thinking about the original owner, and let everything go according to his feeling.

After all, the plot of "Da Nei Zhang" is still missing a piece, so I can only explore it slowly by myself.

The emperor smiled in a low voice, as if a little ashamed, and changed the subject: "Brother, eat some fruit, it's very hot in summer."

Song Qingchen glanced at it for a while, but he didn't have much appetite.But since the emperor bowed his head and didn't want to kill himself, why didn't he sell his face?

The pears were cut delicately, Song Qingchen squeezed a pear and was about to put it in his mouth.But the emperor suddenly said: "Let's not talk about the list for now. But is it true that you donated a hundred poems to He Yuan?"

Song Qingchen's hands trembled in shock, and the pear almost fell to the ground.