Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Song Qingchen was still full of excitement.He smiled and said, "It's so difficult to promise. I know what you're asking for!"

He Yuan frowned slightly when he heard this, and smiled suspiciously: "How do you know?" He was also a little surprised that Song Qingchen agreed so readily.

"Since you agreed, I don't care if you guessed right or not, but you can't go back on your word." He Yuan swung his whip heavily and spurred the horse, and the black lima got the strength, kicked up its hooves, and led them across a place. depression.

Song Qingchen hurriedly grabbed the mane on the horse's neck, stabilized his body balance, and laughed loudly at the same time: "You are very good at playing with horses!"

There was a hint of banter on He Yuan's face, he leaned forward, and said ambiguously, "I have a lot of skills in other things as well." At the same time, he tightened his left hand around Song Qingchen's waist, and brought him closer. He said in his ear: "I'm afraid you can't bear it!" After that, he bit his ear.

Song Qingchen was excited and didn't care about him, he just laughed and said, "You prodigal disciple!"

The black lima carried the two of them galloping along the mountain path, kicking up yellow dust along the way.In Song Qingchen's eyes, only the rapidly receding forest scene and the rugged mountains in the distance.The sun was scorching, and as the horse galloped, the light was shaded by the woods above, and suddenly brightened and dimmed.Song Qingchen was in a dream, wishing that time would stop here and not move forward.

Song Qingchen played to the fullest, panting slightly, but his eyes were still bright.This time Fang allowed He Yuan to drive the horse slowly.

As he moved forward, Song Qingchen gathered his attention when he suddenly heard the sound of water gurgling.

"Where?" Song Qingchen was alert at first, but he couldn't help but froze, and asked nervously.

He Yuan didn't answer, he just drove his horse forward a little faster.On both sides of the road, there are many horizontal branches, and the shadow above the head is getting lower and lower, and the path is gradually narrowing.

This time, I felt a little gloomy again, and the surrounding area became much cooler.Song Qingchen didn't know what tricks he was playing, so he could only stare carefully at the road ahead.

Suddenly, He Yuan covered his eyes.

"Wait a while, and open your eyes later." He Yuan said softly in his ear.

Suddenly, Song Qingchen's heart throbbed for no reason.As the daylight flew by, I felt that my feelings for He Yuan became more and more indescribable.From the initial vigilance to the present intimacy, inexplicably, a taboo-like throbbing emerged.

Song Qingchen never thought that one day he would be swayed by a man.

But now that he and He Yuan were walking slowly in this deep forest path, he had to admit that his heart was beating rapidly in his chest.

——At this moment, he is not looking forward to the beautiful scenery of the mountains and forests, but a kind of unbearable restlessness.As if there was some emotion in his heart, following He Yuan's gentle words, it overflowed in an instant and flowed from the bottom of his heart.

Birdsong gradually started, and this seemed like a perfect place.In addition to the sound of birdsong and water, there is also a faint fragrance.There is a lot of coolness all over the body, and I don't feel that I am in the hot midsummer.

The black lima's pace gradually slowed down, He Yuan seemed to be pulling the reins, the horse neighed slightly and turned its neck, twisting its direction.

After the horse stopped, the palms covering his eyes were slowly removed, and Song Qingchen opened his eyes in a daze.

I saw that the sky was vaguely covered by the shadow of the forest, forming a small world alone.This is a mountain stream, and the flowing water pours out from the strange rocks at the foot, and the way forward changes from narrow to wide, forming a stream.The water quality is very clear, and swimming fish can be seen.

On both sides of the stream, clusters of purple mist flew into sight.When I looked closely, it turned out to be clusters of purple wild flowers blooming one after another, which had a special interest.

"That's aster, the 'returning soul grass' in the common people's mouth." He Yuan noticed his gaze, and explained to him, then lightly clamped the horse's belly, and walked forward slowly.

Song Qingchen was still in a dream, he asked in a daze: "... Can you really 'resurrect'?"

He Yuan couldn't help hugging him and chuckled: "Those who have read the books of sages, how can they believe in the stories of strange powers and chaotic gods? At most, they can be used as medicine. How can they have the effect of 'returning the soul'."

"I see." Song Qingchen nodded knowingly.

While Song Qingchen was in a daze, He Yuan suddenly stretched out his fist and placed it across his chest.Not knowing what this meant, Song Qingchen stared at the fist suspiciously, and said with a smile: "It's all right, you want me to... eat your fist?"

He Yuan didn't answer, but turned his hand over, palm facing up, and slowly let go of it.

On the palm of his hand was an aster flower, which bloomed just right.

Song Qingchen looked down and sneered, "What are you doing with it off?"

"A beauty is the real body of a flower, and a flower is a shadow of a beauty." He Yuan trembled slightly, as if holding back a smile, then he flipped his wrist, and put the many aster hairpins on Song Qingchen's temples, "Is this a beauty? A flower? A shadow yeah?"

After speaking, he seemed to be embarrassed, so he smiled again.He freed both hands, and directly encircled Song Qingchen from behind.

Hairpins were elegant in ancient times. Since the Tang and Song dynasties, scholars and bureaucrats have exchanged hairpins to symbolize each other's noble character.Song Qingchen was amazed that he, a general, also knew about these trivial and pedantic affairs among civil servants.He probably took into account King Jing's identity and preferences, so he deliberately flattered him so much.

This behavior, nowadays, can be regarded as very hypocritical.But for He Yuan, it took about [-]% of his courage and [-]% of his thick skin to act like a literati.

Song Qingchen saw that his cramped appearance was really funny, so he couldn't help making a fool of himself, and said with a smile: "Speak up quickly. Why are you beating around the bush and talking glibly?"

He Yuan cleared his throat, and said in a low voice, "It's all hypocritical nonsense just now, you don't need to listen to it."

"...Then which sentence should I listen to?" Song Qingchen could already feel that his heart was beating rapidly in He Yuan's chest pressed against him behind him.He couldn't help feeling hot on the side of his cheek, and turned his head to the side, his heart trembled suddenly.

This side of the world is so quiet, only He Yuan said softly: "Now, you still don't know what I want?"

Mind?It's ridiculous.Song Qingchen's mind was suddenly in a mess, and he couldn't understand the extent of He Yuan's feelings for a while.

He Yuan shouldn't have thought that if the two of them crossed the line and got close once or twice, it would be...

Even though he was so hypnotized, Song Qingchen still couldn't help himself, and his heart throbbed endlessly.This sense of loss of control made Song Qingchen feel a lot of uneasiness.

He hastily stopped He Yuan's conversation:

"Didn't you say that you have a condition, and you want me to agree to you?" Song Qingchen opened his mouth, only to realize that his breath was not stable, "I...I already understand what you mean."

He Yuan was obviously stunned, and asked after a while: "In your opinion...what did I mean?" The tone was a little cautious, with a little temptation.

Song Qingchen laughed suddenly, and said with confidence: "It's nothing more than that the workers' salaries have not been paid for several months, and they are reported to the court. They need to wait for the Ministry of Households to review them step by step before they can be approved. Besides, Pingnanhou in the south is fighting against the Japanese, and the treasury is in a hurry. What do you think? The time is too long."

He Yuan: "..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Qingchen felt that he had guessed what was on his mind, and continued to analyze for him with great interest:

"You are going to discuss with me and ask me to pay out of my own pocket first to settle this matter. You can take this opportunity to solve the headache of the Ministry of Industry, make friends with the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, and win him over by the way."

He Yuan was speechless for a while after listening.

After a long time, he only heard him take a deep breath, and then he said slowly:

"What did I do to make you have such a big misunderstanding?"

[The author has something to say:

There should be another emm later today

In the text:

"A beauty is the real body of a flower, and a flower is a small shadow of a beauty." "Is this a beauty? A flower? A real body?"

From the notes of Le Jun (Qing) "Ear Food Record Volume [-] Plum Blossom Beauty"

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