Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

He Yuan's eyes turned back, he didn't speak, just watched everything that happened silently.As soon as his gentle and humble eyes left Yao Guangqin, he became cold and stern, giving people a full sense of oppression.

Song Qingchen frowned worriedly.He followed the prestige and made a little identification with the description in the original book - this is the old Yan Ge of the cabinet.

Thinking that He Yuan's belly should also be empty, and if he was told to drink three glasses of wine, he would definitely feel erratic.

Song Qingchen's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick. Before He Yuan could agree, he hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed the wine cup, and said with a smile to everyone:

"Master He Xiaohou entered the Duke's mansion for the first time today, and it was Xiao Wang who led the way. Who knows that he went the wrong way, so it was too late. Xiao Wang punished himself with three cups on his behalf. I hope the teacher and Mr. Lie Wei will not blame you."

After all, Song Qingchen is a son of a high school, and he speaks the same way when speaking official language. Even though the original owner is in a high position, he is not at all stage frightened.

As soon as he said this, coupled with his status as a prince, Mr. Yan Ge naturally had nothing to say.

The cup is small and delicate, and the Chinese white jade is exquisitely carved, Song Qingchen holds it up and prepares to drink it down.During the period, he took a peek at He Yuan, only to see him standing beside him, with a lot of doubts in his eyes, but he didn't step forward to stop him.

Wouldn't he think that I'm directing and acting a wave of heroes to save the beauty?

Why is my heart so dark?Song Qingchen smiled contemptuously.

——Things are written all over his face, even if this kid lives another five years, he won't be able to play with me.

Song Qingchen looked proud, but as soon as he took a sip of wine, he regretted it.

For the first time, he understood what it means to block the throat with strong wine.

This is simply stronger than ordinary baijiu, isn't it 01:30!There was a burning pain in the throat, and the smell of alcohol burst out from the mouth and nose, as if the seven orifices were filled with the smell of alcohol in an instant.It forced him to frown and endure the discomfort.

Song Qingchen experienced firsthand the dangers of officialdom.Fortunately, He Yuan didn't drink.This is just the beginning, just treat him like this.Then this banquet is over, what will people be like?

Sure enough, the original owner didn't feel at ease.

Just as he was feeling emotional, Yao Guangqin took the lead in coaxing, and the following civil servants all laughed along with him.Song Qingchen didn't care what they said.It just felt that the corners of his eyes were a little wet at the moment, so he quietly raised his hand and squeezed it.

The wine is really strong.

It's all He Yuan's fault, insisting on coming to die.Why don't you just find an excuse not to come?

Song Qingchen glanced at He Yuan quietly, and it happened that He Yuan was also looking at him.Their eyes met for a moment, but He Yuan's eyes were gloomy and cold. Not only was there no trace of gratitude, but they were full of vigilance and suspicion.

Who doesn't have a temper when he is kind enough to be a donkey's liver and lungs?

He Yuan's eyes made Song Qingchen a little displeased.

The two looked at each other silently, and guessed each other for a while.Song Qingchen felt that this kid was extremely boring, so he looked away and left him alone.

In a blink of an eye, I felt that I didn't need to care about it.

Over there, Yao Guangqin was smiling and waving at him, which was a kind of intimacy from a teacher to a student.This warmth was in stark contrast to He Yuan's coldness just now.

After transmigrating to the present, Song Qingchen is full of worries all day long, and feels pressure when he opens his eyes.Seeing Yao Guangqin like this at this time, he felt a good impression immediately, so he wanted to walk over.

As a result, as soon as he took a step, he found that the corner of his outer robe was caught by a flower branch, so he lowered his head to caress it.

The thin and tough waist also shook, and in the shadow of the flowers, Song Qingchen carefully twirled the flower branches.His expression was a little innocent, his brows and eyes were light, and there was a little anxiety.

This was an unadorned look, as if someone had caught him and was trying to break free.

This movement fell into He Yuan's eyes, vividly.It reminded him of the white deer he caught when he was in northern Xinjiang.

Song Qingchen raised his head again, the displeasure on his face just now had completely dissipated, and he put on a bright expression.He walked quickly and went to chat with Yao Guangqin.

As long as he didn't stay with He Yuan, Song Qingchen would feel happy.Even if he drank a few more glasses of wine, he didn't care.

As soon as Song Qingchen walked to Yao Guangqin's side, Yao Guangqin stroked his beard and asked in a low voice of concern: "Drink three cups, are you okay?"

Song Qingchen was a little moved by this thoughtfulness for the younger generation.Hastily said: "Thank you teacher for your concern, the students are fine."

Yao Guangqin squinted and smiled, but this smile seemed to have some deep meaning.

The next moment, Yao Guangqin came closer and whispered:

"Qing Chen, this wine is what you ordered last time, it is very strong, you can rest assured."

Song Qingchen didn't understand for a while, why should he rest assured?

Yao Guangqin smiled mysteriously, wrinkles around the corners of his eyes piled up.He glanced at He Yuan for a while, then lowered his voice and said triumphantly:

"Guarantee that the little general will be unconscious within ten cups." After finishing speaking, he stroked his beard and cast a look of expectation at Song Qingchen.

"..."

It seems that Yao Guangqin also played a role in promoting King Jing's offline.

Song Qingchen secretly guessed that at present, the masculinity is prevalent, and there will be one or two "interpretation flowers" among literati, not to mention princes and relatives, which are even more common.

Yao Guangqin has read countless people, and he is a veteran of the officialdom, the best of the best.Qingling could know the rumors outside, Yao Guangqin must have heard about it, and he is on good terms with the original owner, probably talking about everything.

Is this a beautiful thing for his students?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yao Guangqin asked doubtfully, "Qingchen, why is your face so bad?"

Song Qingchen could only force a smile on his face: "Thank you teacher for your advice. It's just that the student... the student changed his mind."

"Oh?" Yao Guangqin was aroused by his words, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

Suddenly, Yao Guangqin's eyes brightened: "That's a good idea. You pretend to be drunk first, and ask him to take care of you."

"...The teacher is right."

Song Qingchen supported his forehead.

Sure enough, no one could understand his situation.

When Song Qingchen chatted with Yao Guangqin, he didn't forget to take a look at He Yuan from the corner of his eye.Although he really didn't want to care about this matter at all, it was a matter of life, so he couldn't be careless.

During the conversation, two Hanlins went to greet He Yuan.Looking from a distance, the two Hanlins seemed modest, but Song Qingchen couldn't hear clearly what they were talking about.According to the inference from the original work, the two Hanlins more or less spoke with thorns.

He Yuan toasted with them, but his expression was calm, and he smiled indifferently from time to time.His eyes were still cold and stern, and he rarely spoke.It seemed that he didn't care whether the other party praised or sarcastically.This kind of magnanimity made Song Qingchen slightly admire him.

As soon as the two Hanlins left, they saw that old Shen Ge was going to visit He Yuan again.

Mr. Shen Ge was a key figure in the cabinet. His words were always sharp, and he was probably troublesome. When He Yuan was granted the title of Marquis Dingyuan, he strongly opposed it.He went to toast He Yuan at this time, and it was obvious that the weasel gave the chicken New Year's greetings.

Song Qingchen's eyes were sharp, and as soon as he noticed this sign, he immediately snatched Yao Guangqin's wine cup and walked quickly.

He interrupted Shen Ge's words, and praised casually: "Shen Ge's pines and cypresses are still the same, Xiao Wang toasts you."

It's never wrong to praise others, and Song Qingchen couldn't care less.

Song Qingchen drank it down in one gulp, and blocked all the words from Shen Ge's subordinates.

Song Qingchen reckoned that Mr. Shen Ge would always take King Jing's identity into consideration.Sure enough, Old Shen Ge laughed dryly, and could only drink the wine in his hand, and then exchanged greetings with Song Qingchen, not having time to make things difficult for He Yuan.

He Yuan still hasn't understood what is going on with King Jing today.

It was guessed that he had an illness before, but his speech and behavior towards everyone was extremely normal, and he really didn't look like a person with an illness.

If he wanted to do something, but in the remote corridor today, apart from that frivolous look in his eyes, he obviously did not have any other frivolous actions.

Instead, he cared about his old wounds.

... capricious.

He Yuan's gaze unconsciously moved to Song Qingchen.

He wears a black gold-plated leather belt around his waist, which complements the plain robe.

It is not at all like the extravagance and grandeur of King Jing in the rumors, but reveals a kind of modesty of a literati.The conversation is generous, but there is no sense of pedantry in the literati.

Maybe it's because he couldn't drink enough, the tips of his ears were a little red.Just now he was clearly moved to tears by the strong alcohol, obviously he was not used to drinking it.

Does he really want to block the drink for himself?

I originally wanted to pretend to be drunk and leave the table early.Now that he is in such a block, it is not easy to get out.King Jing really doesn't know, all the border guards drink a lot?Shuobei cold wind, all rely on spirits to warm up.

His temperament is so tangled, and he is a little silly.The eyes looking at him are always straightforward and lively, without the devious cover-ups of the court officials.

Could it be...

He really likes me, but he doesn't want to reveal it?

He Yuan laughed at himself.

--How can this be.