Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Song Qingchen glanced sideways, wandering around the room with a guilty conscience.Petting the leopard, playing with the rabbit, just ignore He Yuan.

It wasn't intentional to leave him alone, it was just that in this atmosphere, I really didn't know how to speak, so it seemed appropriate.

He Yuan wasn't anxious at all, as if he had the patience to grind him to death.While sipping his tea, He Yuan curiously took down "Ye Huo Bian" from Duobaoge, flipped through it casually, and occasionally made two comments from his mouth.

An hour later, Song Qingchen took a deep breath and finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Since you like reading barnyard officials' unofficial history so much, how about taking it back to your Marquis Mansion and reading it slowly while lying on the bed?" Song Qingchen continued to mock, "Since you can't put it down, why don't I give you this "Ye Huo Bian"? do not mind."

He Yuan's eloquence was impeccable: "It's not interesting to look at it here." Without raising his head, he continued to look through it pretendingly.

Song Qingchen was curious, and wondered: "Could it be that this book, once you enter your Dingyuanhou's mansion, the text inside can be changed?" After speaking, he sneered, shook his clothes, and simply sat down.

I see what else do you have to say?Song Qingchen crossed his hands, put his elbows on the table, and assumed a leisurely posture.

He Yuan was silent for a moment, then closed the book, "Not really," his face sank like water, as if he had run out of words, but the next moment he spoke again, "I'm worried about what you need."

Need...need? !This traitor is really...shameless.

Song Qingchen didn't look up, he looked at the teacup on the table, his expression gradually became serious.

"Master He, you are right, I really have a need." Song Qingchen said, slowly raised his head, looked at him and said, "That is——you go now, I have to arrange it earlier. Tomorrow morning , but also to go to court."

The emperor finally had a better impression of me, and he allowed me to go to court tomorrow.It also saves me from having to go to the yamen of the Ministry of Rites, what a blessing it is!Never be late tomorrow.

He Yuan also wondered: "What does it matter if you arrange yours or not go with me?"

The clattering sound of flipping through the pages sounded again, and He Yuan opened the unofficial history book again, aiming casually at ten lines at a glance.

Song Qingchen held his forehead, he really had nothing to say.

In the end, He Yuan slept here very peacefully all night.At Zhiyin time, after getting up, he was forced to leave because he didn't bring the court clothes.Even so, he waited until the last moment, when he would not have time to change his court clothes if he didn't go back, he hurriedly went out.

When Chunxiang came over with the jade belt and ribbon, he bumped into He Yuan head-on.He Yuan was disheveled and came out from the main door of the bedroom, as if with such a satisfied expression.

Although Chunxiang bowed and gave a slight salute, his eyes were extremely strange, and his feet became slow involuntarily.

Entering the bedroom, Chunxiang faltered and hesitated, and finally asked: "My lord, do you want to... get some warm water and scrub it first?" Seeing that Song Qingchen didn't say anything, he asked tentatively again in a low voice: "My lord, Or... are you going to take a bath?"

Song Qingchen: "..."

I did nothing!

It's just that after a month or two, the situation has changed upwards.

He Yuan put on his crimson robe of a first-rank official again, it was so red that people couldn't see it - not only the robe was red, but the person was also red.

The emperor's attitude towards him suddenly improved, and he even rewarded him with a python suit.For a while, He Yuan once again became the upstart in the court.A small number of civil servants who had disdained him in the past also turned their backs, and began to curry favor with him.

The most difficult thing to bear is the emperor's kindness. The emperor did not treat him well for nothing.

The Tartars in northern Xinjiang began to stir again, and He Yuan's garrison was still guarding the frontier.However, there was only some small friction between the two, and nothing really happened.He Yuan stayed in Beijing for the time being, and was ordered to be the admiral of Dongdaying, twenty miles away.Dongdaying guards the Baima Pass, which is an important gateway and can be linked with the army in the northern border at any time.

It's just... his popularity belongs to him.

Why did you ask me to go to the construction site to supervise the work? !

Regarding the various placements of King Jing, there were endless debates for a while.The last list incident has obviously affected the interest chain in the ***, and it has been involved extensively.

Some people jumped out and said that King Jing was suspected of forming a party and it was not appropriate to stay in Beijing. They still suggested that King Jing's country should be a vassal and go to seal the country early.Needless to say, the emperor once again disagreed, and gave the reason that "the third brother of the emperor has not recovered from his old illness and should not travel far".

As for what the "old disease" is, no one dares to ask.

In the end, everyone discussed a compromise solution - let King Jing go to Fengyi Mountain in the suburbs of Beijing to supervise the summer palace.In this way, King Jing is not in the capital, but also very close to the capital.In the wilderness, it is not convenient to win over officials to "form a party".

Song Qingchen groaned secretly in his heart, where do I live in the deep mountains?Say good "old illness is not cured"? !

The side halls of the Xinggong Palace are still intact, but the main hall needs to be repaired.Because Song Qingchen has to supervise the work during this period, he can only be arranged to live in the palace.

But he couldn't feel relieved, because this palace... would trigger a horrifying plot.

On the day of departure, He Yuan sent him all the way to the outskirts of the city.At the time of parting, seeing that Song Qingchen's eyes were still full of sorrow, he touched Song Qingchen's shoulder and smiled, and actually gave him a dagger.After a few instructions, he also gave him a servant from his own house, saying it was convenient for sending messages.

Song Qingchen originally wanted to refuse, but He Yuan forcefully told him to follow, so he couldn't say anything more.

The mountain road was not very easy to walk, Song Qingchen bumped on the carriage for a long time before finally arriving near the Summer Palace.The Xinggong is located halfway up Fengyi Mountain, and the scenery is very magnificent.

Turning to look up the mountain road, I saw many workers pushing carts and transporting large and small stones.The line snaked upwards until it reached the gate of the palace.When encountering uneven roads, they would gather together with several people, pushing and pulling the cart.

Song Qingchen followed for a few steps, and saw a simple gazebo, inside which were sitting in twos and threes overseeing officials, all wearing black gauze and blue official robes.

They are very leisurely, in stark contrast to the bloody and sweaty workers here.

Before Song Qingchen had time to see their work clearly, several small officials got up and came out of the pavilion one after another to greet Song Qingchen.They bowed respectfully first, and then introduced themselves obsequiously.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, they pointed to "Master Feng" not far away and introduced Song Qingchen.Mr. Feng is a doctor of the Ministry of Industry, a fifth-rank official, and the manager of this place.

Song Qingchen looked along their arms, and found that although "Master Feng" was not a big official, he was fat.From a long distance, he could see several casual-looking people around him, some were fanning him, some were bringing him tea and snacks, just like a high official.

Seeing Song Qingchen, he hurriedly twisted his fat body and came out of the pavilion.Before the person approached, he made a bow, and shouted loudly: "My lord, Jin'an!" Then he winked at the long attendants next to him and told them to serve Song Qingchen tea and shake the fan.

Song Qingchen entered the pavilion and sat down casually, and another long follower, Qin Qin, came over and dusted the dust off his boots.

Coming here, Song Qingchen was actually very disturbed - the original book said that these workers have been deducted wages for a long time! !A wave of *** is coming soon!

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