Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

No salary? !

Where there is oppression, there will be resistance.Therefore, they are not far from the "riot" mentioned in the book....Now that the plot has gone off track and the timeline is not accurate, it is difficult to guess when exactly they will riot.

Song Qingchen felt apprehensive, and could not eat tea peacefully, staring at the passing workers in fear.I saw the tired faces of all of them, with empty eyes, as if they were walking dead.

The sun hung high, and the scorching sun scorched them unceremoniously, turning their skin into a dark brown.While Song Qingchen felt a little sympathetic, he was also a little scared.

I just felt that the eyes they looked at were extremely unfriendly, as if they were about to turn into tyrannical beasts in the next moment and tear themselves to pieces.

While he was in a daze, he suddenly heard the conversation of two officials next to him.

"Who is in charge of the camp in the distance now?" A green-robed man looked at the tent in the distance and asked the official sitting next to him.

"That's the third camp of the Eastern Daying Camp. Above him is Lord He Xiaohou, who is our 'General Dingyuan'. Now he is ordered to be the admiral of the Eastern Daying Camp."

It turned out to be the case.

Hearing this name, Song Qingchen inexplicably felt a little relieved.But... the third battalion is here, where are the He Yuan people?There should be other tents in the East Day Camp, will He Yuan take this into consideration?

Song Qingchen became anxious again.He only brought a long entourage and two servants, one of which was given to him by He Yuan, and told him that if there was anything to do, he would ask this servant to deliver the letter.

The mountain road is rugged, how can I get off in time?Song Qingchen twitched his face.

However, if the workers rioted, they sent their servant down. This servant might be buried here with Song Qingchen before he could go down the mountain in time.

Song Qingchen looked at the winding mountain road, a look of worry flashed across his face.

Song Qingchen thought for a moment, then turned back to Master Feng and asked tentatively, "Are these workers' wages... distributed on a regular basis?"

Master Feng, who was full of fat, turned around, wiped his sweat, winked and said: "Your Majesty, don't worry about this, I have reserved my honor to honor you."

Is this what I'm asking? !

That's embarrassing.This statement...was it made or not?Not only did the relationship not get paid, but he also became one of the evil capitalists?

Song Qingchen looked at him suspiciously, and after a while, he pretended to be worried, and hinted at Master Feng: "We are here, but we don't have many soldiers. What if they start a riot?"

Master Feng was pinching the teacup, and when he heard these words, his hand hung in mid-air.He really couldn't answer.

However, he immediately adjusted his mentality. After all, he couldn't lose his composure in front of the prince who was ordered to oversee the work.He laughed dryly, and teased: "My lord, how courageous are they? Don't worry."

Of course I'm worried!Song Qingchen's complexion was not very good.He thought about it.Simply send that servant to send a letter to He Yuan, asking him to bring up some melons, fruits and vegetables, or even a few barrels of clear water and mountain spring if it is not good enough.

It’s okay not to pay wages, how about rewarding one or two? !It's such a hot day, I don't even have saliva.

Unexpectedly, the servant traveled so fast that he had already received a message from He Yuan when he was eating at noon.He Yuan only said that everything is business as usual, and he has his own clever plan.

Song Qingchen became even more worried.

In the evening, several officials led him to the place where he stayed. The conditions were acceptable, but a little gloomy.The rest of the officials live in the backyard of this side hall, and there are four large rooms, which separate their masters and servants.

For three days in a row, everything was peaceful.

However, on the fourth day, there was an unexpected situation.

That night, Song Qingchen was lying on the bed, and when he was drowsy and about to fall asleep, there was a sudden light around him, as if a lamp was burning.Song Qingchen hurriedly got up and put on his clothes.He hasn't slept well for the past few days, and what should come now has finally come.

The rest of the officials also seemed to sense that something was wrong, and not long after, a servant ran out frightened and holding a lamp, shouting loudly, trying to wake up the officials who were still in their dreams.

Not long after, the shouts became chaotic, and there was a strange orange fire outside the Xuan window, which suddenly illuminated the entire hall.Then, the torchbearer seemed to be trotting away, and the light disappeared in a flash.

Song Qingchen got out of bed vigilantly, put on the dagger that He Yuan had left for him, and walked out with his boots in panic.The commotion outside grew louder, and the sound of numerous footsteps, accompanied by horrified shouts, shattered the peaceful summer night for a moment.The entire Summer Palace fell into a terrifying atmosphere.

As soon as he opened the door of the temple with a squeak, he saw dark black figures on the road, about a dozen or twenty of them, moving forward restlessly.If you look closely, they are wearing coarse cloth bunts, and they are all palace repair workers, with all kinds of sticks, hammers and axes in their hands!

A few of the leaders seemed to not want others to see their faces clearly, with black scarves wrapped around their necks, covering more than half of their faces, they looked terrifying from a distance.

The riots came so early? !Song Qingchen was shocked, it seems that the plot timeline has collapsed.The outside has already become a mess, only a dozen soldiers are still resisting stubbornly, and the rest, except for the officials, are all long-term followers and servants who have no power to restrain chickens.

The dozen or so soldiers were quickly dispersed by the mob.One of the tall mobs held a stick in his hand, and his aim was extremely accurate, and he aimed at Song Qingchen at a glance.

Song Qingchen saw that he left and right for wages, and it didn't make any sense to kill an official. He wanted to kidnap and extort money.

Having figured this out, Song Qingchen stood there without moving, ready to persuade him.If it doesn't work, I will send a part of the money first to show appeasement.

The leader of the mob moved extremely quickly, and within a few steps, he had already arrived in front of Song Qingchen.Song Qingchen was daring to stop him, after all, if it was only money, he still had some.There is no need to confront him head-on, the loss outweighs the gain.

Unexpectedly, the leader of the mob was really fierce, he couldn't help but put a sack on Song Qingchen's head, kidnapped him and left.

Song Qingchen's heart trembled, before he could even say a word, his eyes went dark, and he was slammed onto his shoulders.The mob carried him on the rugged mountain road.Song Qingchen only felt that his heart and soul were going to be blown out by him, so he couldn't help persuading him:

"It's not a good deed for you to commit such atrocities! As for the wages, you can..."

Before he finished speaking, the man slapped him on the back with his hands.Song Qingchen was hit hard, felt a sharp pain in his heart, and passed out immediately.

When everything returned to silence, Song Qingchen felt as if he was lying on a wooden bed.He hadn't lay on such a hard bed for a long time, and his back felt a little uncomfortable.

"Song Qingchen, Song Qingchen..."

Listening to this extremely familiar voice, Song Qingchen gradually regained his consciousness.It was as if he had just gone through a fugue, and he was not sober for a while.

He opened his eyes slowly, and saw a very familiar face.

"Why are you here?!" Song Qingchen woke up in a moment of shock, he took advantage of the situation to look around, and found that it was a simple small wing room.

He Yuan wore a lazy net towel on his head, but his forehead hair was also a little messy, and there were even some grass clippings and dead leaves.His body was a tattered coarse cloth bunt, and his feet were covered with straw sandals.It is no different from the workers who transport stones in the daytime.

Song Qingchen couldn't help but laugh.He regained his composure, and Fang sneered, "Young Master thinks that the military camp is so boring, why don't you just go up the mountain and play with a load of stones?"

The lights in the room were like beans, and Song Qingchen looked at the dim light, only to realize that He Yuan's face was still covered with dust...

He Yuan poured a cup of tea for him, and laughed very funny: "I took Mrs. Yazhai to play." As he spoke, he touched his waist teasingly.