Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

"I'm not trying to laugh at you," He Yuan's tone was still gentle after laughing, "I just want to ask, don't you feel uncomfortable lying on this thing?"

Song Qingchen didn't want to pay attention to him at all, and still lay with his back facing him, although his body was motionless, his chest was heaving due to anger.

"I'm used to it, I can sleep standing up." He Yuan held his shoulder with one hand, "I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

Afterwards, there was some apology in his tone.

"Those people, you must also feel pitiful. I heard from Ah Fu that you look at their eyes with sympathy. Ah Fu said that he is very anxious every day, and he is afraid that you will help them."

Ah Fu is the servant He Yuan left for him, and he is also clever.

The clever ones are making small reports!

But for some reason, Song Qingchen didn't become more angry, instead, his anger subsided a little.

"Even if you solve this problem with your own money, there will be another time. Floods, droughts, locusts and snow, all kinds of disasters, you can save them?" He Yuan comforted him patiently in this dark night.

Song Qingchen didn't intend to save him, after all, he couldn't do anything on his own.

"Corruption is unstoppable, even in the military. Corrupt officials can't be killed, so just use them."

Song Qingchen secretly sighed, the halo of the protagonist has risen again.Unconsciously sneered.

After He Yuan finished talking, he saw that he was still angry and sneered...so He Yuan simply shut up.

The earlier silence returned to the room again, but there was no sound.It was dead silence.

He Yuan fell asleep like this? !

After deliberately laughing at others, he was able to fall into a dream?Is there such a reason? !

Song Qingchen would never let him fall asleep so soundly, he turned over abruptly, and the wooden bed made a lot of noise.

He grabbed He Yuan's clothes indiscriminately, and said angrily: "He Yuan! You brought me here, I can't sleep well now, and you can't sleep either!"

This time he was full of anger, even if he was a ghost, he would be scared away.

Unexpectedly, He Yuan was not angry, but casually took away his hard pillow, and stretched out his arm:

"I just saw that you are very disgusted with the pillow, come," he said, and knocked on the bed board again, "The arm of General Dingyuan, I will put it on your pillow, so that you can fall asleep easily."

Song Qingchen thought he was playing tricks on him on purpose, so he refused on the spot and snorted coldly, "I can't stand it!"

"It's really a pillow for you," He Yuan pressed his head down, "Didn't you sigh frequently when you lay down just now?"

Song Qingchen thought for a moment, and finally did not confront him again.

As soon as he lay down, he could feel the pulsation of blood in this arm.The hand that leads the rein and holds the bow is really different.After lying down, I just felt that it was much more comfortable than that pillow.

Just lying down like this for a night, wouldn't his arms go numb?

Song Qingchen got angry a lot, stood up on his elbows, still chose to grope for the pillow, and said at the same time: "Put your arms back and sleep on yours."

He Yuan grinned in the dark and said, "You actually despise the hand of General Dingyuan so much? That's right, the lord is a lord after all." Although he said so, his arm still didn't move away, and he pushed him back .

"Sleep, I'll take you back tomorrow morning."

Song Qingchen has been exhausted for a long time.There was no energy left to argue with him any more, so he simply lay down.

There was a firm touch from the back of the head, it didn't feel like a pillow that pressed him hard, and it didn't feel like there was no pillow on any soft thing.

He was on this "pillow" that was just right, and it didn't take long before he actually fell asleep.

It was a night without dreams.

When he woke up again, it was still dark, He Yuan shook his arm, and took him outside the temple.There was actually a black lima standing there.

He Yuan found some cloth and wrapped the horse's hooves, as if he didn't want the sound of the hooves to be too loud, and tried to reduce the noise of beating the horse on the road as much as possible.

The sky outside was dim, with only some gray traces in the distance.

He Yuan said to him, "The mountain road is not easy to walk. I'll take you back on horseback. When it's almost there, my people will come to meet you. They pretend to be rioting workers and pretend to hold you hostage. You just follow along."

Song Qingchen nodded, but looked worried at the horse.

Song Qingchen didn't know much about riding skills, he just knew a thing or two, so he hesitated to get on the horse by himself.

Not sure what the original owner's situation was, so he could only stand by the side.

He Yuan had just wrapped up the four horseshoes, checked it again, turned around and saw his appearance inadvertently, thought he was worried that the horse had a bad temper, so he said with a smile:

"This horse is very obedient, don't worry." As he spoke, he held his waist and crotch with both hands, and after grasping it firmly, he stepped on the stirrup with one foot and exerted force with his hands.

When Song Qingchen realized it, he was already on the horse - He Yuan had already led him, and the two of them got on the horse at the same time.

The field of vision widened a lot in an instant. Song Qingchen looked into the distance under the dimly lit sky, and only saw the outline of Fengyi Mountain under the hazy sky, with the mountain road winding and winding on it.

He Yuan was very vigilant after all, he looked left and right, still covered half of his face with a black cloth scarf, then raised his whip, and led Song Qingchen to gallop on the mountain road.

The two walked up from the valley, and the distant sun slowly climbed over the ridge, and the scenery in the mountain gradually became clearer.

The trees on both sides of the mountain road quickly receded from sight.When the horse galloped up, Song Qingchen unconsciously leaned back according to the inertia, and his back immediately pressed against the warm and powerful chest behind him.

Lowering his head again, he saw He Yuan's forearm holding the rein in front of him.Wherever the horses went, they suddenly startled the flying birds, and there were faintly fleeing small animals in the bushes.

I don't know how long he was bumping on the horse, but He Yuan finally stopped in a dense jungle.He handed Song Qingchen over to the two "mobs" guarding there.

The two "mobs" first saluted themselves respectfully, and then unceremoniously took out their axes.Pretend to threaten him and take him back to the vicinity of the palace.

When Song Qingchen turned his head again, He Yuan had disappeared.

By the time of morning light, the mob had regrouped.The team is much stronger than yesterday.

Looking around, I saw a lot of people coming over the rugged mountain dirt road, and they finally gathered on the platform not far from the palace, yelling at each other for passwords to beg for wages.

No need to think too much, this password must have come from He Yuan's hands.

Dozens of people were separated, broke into the backyard of the palace, and surrounded the civil officials who had been controlled last night, but deliberately turned a blind eye, let go of two or three long-term followers, and told them to go out send a letter.

Chang Sui got the collar and went down the mountain to find someone for help.

Of course, the person who asked for help was the Third Battalion of Dongdaying under Fengyi Mountain.

After about an hour, the crowd became restless—everyone could hear the chaotic sound of horseshoes echoing in the mountains.

Squinting his eyes and looking into the distance, he saw an orderly group of light cavalry coming from a distance.

The mob began to panic, and they all gathered anxiously to discuss countermeasures.

However, that team of Qingqi was moving extremely fast, without the effort of a cup of tea, they had already reached the platform in front of the palace.

The people and horses stopped in an orderly manner and lined up one by one.Everyone looked over vigilantly and apprehensively.

After the cavalry were divided into two ranks, a bay red steed in the distance split the ranks and galloped over. The young man on the horse was dressed in a pale gold narrow-sleeved gown, with an extremely dignified and proud expression.

After reaching the platform, he drove the horse forward slowly, lightly pulling the rein very willfully, and finally reined in the horse to stop at the front.

The good horse spun around in place following the strength of his pull on the rein, and the horse looked at the crowd arrogantly, just like his master.

He Yuan's hawk-like gaze swept over the crowd, and when he saw the "mob" holding Song Qingchen hostage, he raised his voice and shouted:

"The supervisor made a mistake, and the imperial court will punish him! However, you have committed such atrocities and hijacked the court's official, it is a capital crime! Put down the things in your hand immediately, and you will be punished lightly. Paul's wife and children are considerate!"

As he spoke, he drew the rein again, and the steed neighed softly, and he exerted all his strength to make the steed under him raise its front hooves, and then went towards the "mob" who was holding Song Qingchen hostage.

Before He Yuan's saber came out of his body, he knocked the "mob" into the air.Turning back and shouting:

"Hurry up and put down the stick, ax and shovel!"

The mob had already begun to hesitate, and several of them dropped their axes on the spot.