Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

"Don't play tricks on me," Song Qingchen glanced at him, "This bed is so tight, don't touch me."

He Yuan touched the bed board seriously, and said with a smile: "Where does it hurt, let me press it for you?"

Surprised, Song Qingchen smiled and moved away quickly, warning: "Don't touch me! You might still have soot on your hands."

The mortise and tenon of this bed is old, and when the people on the bed move a little, there will be some creaking sounds, and there are some strange echoes in this empty room.

"What is this place?" Song Qingchen couldn't help but glanced out of the window, but he only saw some dark tree shadows, nothing else could be seen clearly.

"It's still in Fengyi Mountain, and here is a temple in the valley." He Yuan took the teacup in his hand and put it on the table, "The abbot of this temple just passed away, so there are only a few Qingxiu left. monks. It is considered deserted, but there are still people living here."

"That is...you and I will stay here tonight?" Song Qingchen felt a little guilty, and even lowered his voice: "Are there any other vacant rooms in the monastery?"

He Yuan seemed to see that he was probing, so he nodded comfortingly: "Yes," then stared at him and said, "But I don't want to go. How can I feel relieved to leave you here alone."

"Then you...how many people did you come with? Are you all pretending to be workers transporting stones like you?" Song Qingchen hurriedly took the teacup on the table to hide his embarrassment.

Seeing his actions, He Yuan couldn't help but smiled, and then slowly replied: "Not many, just dozens of people."

Song Qingchen looked at him suddenly when he heard the words, and immediately said with emotion: "You are so bold!" He couldn't help but became worried, "There are about a thousand workers here, if dozens of you are exposed, and other workers fight with you, what should you do? Is good?"

"You misunderstood. More than half of these dozens of people have already mixed in." He Yuan seemed to have planned it long ago, so his expression was very leisurely. With this opportunity, informants were placed among these strong men in advance to do something to incite the flames. Overtly and covertly, these people were urged to start a riot."

He Yuan was a little proud, and continued to talk to him: "The left servant of the Ministry of Industry does not come in. The few people who are familiar with me in the court have no effect on trying to win him over. So I grabbed his subordinate" Feng Langzhong ', the riots broke out first, and then I personally led the troops to suppress them, and gave him a 'send charcoal in the snow', so that he would not be able to refuse me."

Sure enough, this rebel can't keep his peace for a few days!

Song Qingchen secretly sighed, but at the same time felt that he had some brains: "Although your third battalion is below, these strong men are all ordinary people who have been expropriated, and they also have wives and children at home."

Song Qingchen couldn't help but think of all kinds of coquettish manipulations after He Yuan's blackening in the original book. He frowned and advised, "It was the imperial court who deducted their wages first, and it should have been settled earlier. It's not all their fault. Don't you hurt them."

Seeing his displeasure, He Yuan hurriedly explained: "How could I hurt the innocent? It's only a moment to crush these people into a sea of ​​corpses. However, as you said, they still have family members. Everyone has to rely on this meager wages to make ends meet. If they die, it will appear that only one person dies on the surface, and their family loses their pillars, and in fact there will be seven or eight more refugees."

He Yuan smiled and said: "If something happens to more than a thousand people, their families will have to beg for a living. The number of refugees will increase sharply, why should I ask for trouble?"

Seeing that what he said was indeed reasonable, Song Qingchen also breathed a sigh of relief, did not interrupt, and just listened to him continue.

"You have the right to pretend that you don't know, but you were taken hostage by the mob. Tomorrow I will send troops up the mountain to 'repress' and stabilize the situation. So that the Ministry of Industry owes me a favor."

While speaking, Song Qingchen grunted in disappointment. He was taken aback for a moment, then smiled apologetically: "I didn't mean to interrupt..."

Song Qingchen also felt a little embarrassed to open his mouth, so he hesitated and said, "It's sweltering today, I can't eat, so I didn't have dinner with them."

He Yuan's expression looked very embarrassed, first he showed worry, and then he seemed to be racking his brains to think about something.

Song Qingchen couldn't help but also worried: "Will you tell me that there is no kitchen in this temple?"

"Yes, yes," He Yuan's brows were still tightly furrowed, "It's just...it's just porridge and side dishes, I'm afraid..."

Song Qingchen's eyes lit up instantly, "Bring me a bowl of porridge quickly!" He was so hot during the day that he couldn't eat at night.There is some mountain breeze in this temple, which is very cool.It would be great if there is another bowl of porridge to fill the stomach.

He Yuan hesitated, and when he reached the door, he stopped and turned his head to glance at Song Qingchen.

"Bring it here, I'm really hungry..."

Song Qingchen didn't want to understand why he hesitated, so he had to urge him frequently.

When He Yuan came back with his things, Song Qingchen was overjoyed.Unexpectedly, in addition to a bowl of porridge, he was given two plates of pickled vegetables.

He Yuan put the things away, but immediately snatched the chopsticks and spoons away, took the teapot, and walked quickly to the door.He quickly rinsed the bowl and chopsticks for him before handing them to him:

"You... just settle for one or two."

Song Qingchen was startled when he heard it, and then suddenly remembered that King Jing is an extremely extravagant person, and he must be extravagant in his daily life.Why are you willing to eat this bowl of porridge and pickles?

Then he carefully looked at the things He Yuan brought.This porridge is really white rice porridge, it is very plain, it is impossible to have the delicacies from mountains or rivers in the Wangfu on weekdays.Not to mention that there are not even half of the vegetables, and there is not even a drop of oil!

It is the white rice porridge of ordinary people.

Looking at the table, this wooden table has also been worn for a long time, with some greasy stains on it, and there is a deep knife mark on the corner.

From this point of view, the environment does look a bit bleak.

He Yuan had never been alone with him before, so he was naturally worried about such an environment.His expression was extremely disturbed, was he afraid that he would be disgusted by him in such an environment?

Song Qingchen couldn't help bursting out laughing: "I didn't expect that you... have such a delicate mind?"

He couldn't believe it was He Yuan.

"However, you really don't understand me." Song Qingchen didn't mind this, he scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth.

He Yuan looked at him in astonishment for a long while, then took a sip of tea, and after drinking, he still looked at him with concern, as if he was afraid that he would make some dissatisfied comments.

"Be safe with what happens," Song Qingchen smiled at him in the gap, and half-jokingly said: "How can we kill in the important place of Buddhism? If you don't kill, how can you be so meaty?"

Only then did He Yuan relax, and moved away the eyes that looked at his ancestors.

The two lay down on the wooden bed in this small wing room, and when they turned over a little, there was a creaking sound.Song Qingchen always felt a little uneasy, but he didn't dare to turn over.He really couldn't fall asleep, so he couldn't help calling softly:

"He Yuan, are you asleep?"

The lights in the room were turned off, only Song Qingchen's voice echoed in the empty room.Suddenly the wind picked up outside, and the window panels rattled.

Song Qingchen suddenly felt that there was something strange in this room, but fortunately there was a living person behind him...

Song Qingchen couldn't help calling out again: "He Yuan?"

Thinking of the great abbot of this temple passing away, I just feel that this place is even more gloomy. Why didn't the people behind him respond? !

Song Qingchen simply turned his head and shook him a few times:

"He Yuan," he was a little apprehensive, after all, the only living person had no response, "Wake up, there is movement outside..."

Secretly touched his forearm by accident, only to realize that the man was shaking slightly, obviously holding back a smile!Song Qingchen was instantly annoyed!Feelings have been watching me joke!

He Yuan suddenly burst out laughing, he couldn't bear it any longer, panting and said, "Didn't you say you're not afraid of the dark?"

I'm talking about advanced modern society!This is a deep mountain, and a monk died just now, can I not be afraid? !

Song Qingchen was suddenly brushed off his face, a little unhappy for a moment, and said in a bad tone: "I heard some noises, I just want to call you. Since there is nothing wrong, you can go to sleep."

While talking, he moved to the side irritably.