Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

At night, Song Qingchen lay on the old sandalwood Babu bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep again.

Is it too full to eat at night, or is it too dry in summer night?Song Qingchen looked at the curtain above his head and let out a distressed breath.

Inadvertently, Song Qing tilted her head slightly...

"Why are you still here?!" Song Qingchen stared at the servant Ah Fu, and then at his dry body, and he... still knelt on the edge of the bed and fanned himself!

Ah Fu was left by He Yuan, he only listened to He Yuan.

I've chased him three times tonight, but failed to drive him away.He insisted on kneeling here and shaking his fan, shaking his head whenever asked.When I was in a hurry to ask, I blushed and said "the governor has ordered".

Song Qingchen was really annoyed, he really thought that He Yuan's actions were too outrageous.

"Ah Fu, tell your governor, the fan is annoying me, I won't be able to sleep if you don't leave!" Song Qingchen pulled off the thin quilt and covered his head.

"President, the governor ordered..." Ah Fu was embarrassed by his yelling, and he stuttered.

"Governor" again? !Song Qingchen sat up abruptly:

"Don't tell me... don't mention 'governor' to me! He also needs to salute me when he sees me. Just follow my orders! I told you to go back and rest, don't you understand?"

Ah Fu saw that Song Qingchen was really angry this time, so he couldn't hold on any longer. He just lowered his head and muttered in a muffled voice: "The governor said, if it wasn't for the fact that there were too many affairs in the camp and he couldn't leave, he would come here in person. Rocking fan..."

Ah Fu's words fell, and the hall was silent.Song Qingchen's body trembled, he listened to his own heartbeat - it was already very messy.

He couldn't help turning his head to look at Ah Fu.I saw that the expression on Ah Fu's face was extremely serious, his brows were frowned, his expression was serious, he didn't look like he was making up a lie.

When upset, Song Qingchen bent one leg, put his arm on it, and sighed while holding his forehead.After a long while, he said, "Understood, you can go down."

As a last resort, Ah Fu finally put down the cattail fan, stood up on his knees, and saluted.However, he hesitated at his feet, as he walked out of the hall, he turned his head and looked hesitantly at Song Qingchen who was on Babu's bed.

"Go back, the king has settled it!" Song Qingchen ignored him, and simply lay down on his back.

After a while, the palace door squeaked and was gently closed.

Song Qingchen had a dream.

Surrounded by Qingfang full of oleanders, He Yuan was soaking in the small spring of Prince Jing's mansion.He was naked from the upper body, and below the waist and abdomen was dense water vapor, hazy covering a piece of spring.And I was sitting on the edge of the pool, wearing a wet green silk cloak, laughing and chatting with him once in a while.

After a while, I playfully scooped up a large ladle of water again, intending to splash him.He Yuan pretended to be terrified to dodge, but when he looked up, he looked at him and smiled.

Suddenly, He Yuan leaned over...

"Ah!" Song Qingchen sat up suddenly!

Following this low cry, there was the sound of "ping-pong" from the back hall, and the squawking of wild cats.Song Qingchen turned his head in a panic and looked towards the apse.It seemed that it was his own movement, which also disturbed the wild cat that had slipped into the apse.

His eyes were wide open, and he gasped heavily inside the curtain, his heart still beating violently.After a while, he gradually calmed down.Wiping away the sweat inadvertently, he realized that his face was extremely hot.

I was really stunned.

Song Qingchen thought dully—Maybe He Yuan is... the kind of monster mentioned in the book!dream charm? !

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He Yuan did not go up the mountain the next day, but sent thousands of households up the mountain to deliver letters.He only said that he was busy with his affairs, and he would not be able to escort Feng Yin up the mountain to pay his salary until the day after tomorrow, so he asked you adults not to worry.

Hearing that there was money to come to quell the chaos, the civil servants on the mountain happily added their meals.The previous gloom completely dissipated, and the expressions on their faces were much more relaxed.

On the same day, He Yuan personally escorted two large chariots, Fengyin, up the mountain.

Song Qingchen didn't wear court clothes, but came out to meet him in a light shirt.

In the scorching sun, Song Qingchen looked down from the edge of the pavilion.The sun shone brightly on the loess, forcing him to squint his eyes.

He Yuan Xu was in court, but he hurried over before he had time to change his clothes.He still wore a horned festoon on his head, and was dressed in a bright crimson court dress. He sat on his horse and walked forward slowly.

The big boxes in the first two carts seemed to be very heavy, and there were two more horses pulling the carts.And there was a small car behind, it didn't know what was on it, and the box was still dripping, dripping water all the way.

Song Qingchen was curious, and suddenly came up with a funny guess.

Could it be that he brought two colored carps for himself?After thinking about it, Song Qingchen burst out laughing.The other civil servants sitting in the gazebo all looked at him probingly.Master Feng was even more curious, and immediately joked:

"My lord, did you remember something interesting? This is the first time my lord is smiling since I went up the mountain!"

Immediately, an official stood up, poured tea for Song Qingchen, and said with an apologetic smile: "My lord is bored, why don't you share a little bit with the officials and others?"

All the people laughed.

Song Qingchen had been on the mountain for so long, and it was the first time that the pavilion looked happy.

Song Qingchen's mood improved inexplicably. He babbled two funny stories, and the atmosphere in the gazebo became active again. For a while, there were endless laughter.It makes people forget that there was a terrible riot in this place not long ago.These civil servants were still in the backyard of the palace not long ago, shivering under the control of the mob.At this moment, he smiled leisurely.

The so-called "mob" heard that wages would be paid, so they were still diligent and diligent, transporting stones under the scorching sun.For the coming summer, the emperor came here to escape the heat.

Several civil servants have sharp eyes.When they saw the black gauze furrow at the head of the slope from a long distance, they all got up, swarmed out of the gazebo, and stood outside to greet them.

Mr. Feng is the most attentive. After squeezing out from inside, he went straight to the front of the crowd.He has already bowed his body like a shrimp, and his hands are ready.As if it was a hot day, he was waiting here early in the morning.

Song Qingchen looked at him, and smiled secretly - in terms of acting skills, this Master Feng is absolutely outstanding.

He Yuan climbed up the slope calmly.After stopping on the platform, he casually exchanged greetings with everyone, and then presented a list to Song Qingchen, asking him to count the amount of sealed silver.

He seemed to be very hot, so he took off the horn hairpin casually and held it on his left hand, the hair on his forehead was already a little messy.

The court clothes should set off the dignified image of high-ranking officials, so the hem of the robe is heavy, and it is somewhat inconvenient to walk.Even so, He Yuan still had a smile on his face, without any hint of impatience.

Song Qingchen took the list, raised his eyes and glanced at him, and saw that his forehead was gleaming with sweat.

Song Qingchen couldn't help smiling.

As if realizing what Song Qingchen was laughing at, He Yuan stopped laughing - he also realized that he was not very dignified, so he took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat first, and straightened his appearance.

Just as he was about to pick it out, a hand came out of the slanting stab.

It was a thin and slender literati hand, holding a folded handkerchief and wanting to pass it to him.Seeing that he was stunned and didn't answer, she coughed dryly and reminded him, "Take it." After finishing speaking, she stuffed it into his hand brutally.

He Yuan held the handkerchief, his expression froze, and he hurriedly raised his head in astonishment.

But he saw Song Qingchen's face was normal, as if nothing had happened, he walked away slowly, pretending to open the box to count.While pointing, he turned his head to look at him in the gap, with some deliberately concealed joy in his eyes.

He Yuan didn't use the square handkerchief, but stuffed it into his sleeve pocket, and then chased after him with his robe lifted, pretending to assist in the counting.

He lowered his voice extremely low, "His Royal Highness King Jing is gentle and considerate, He is flattered."

Song Qingchen's hand holding the list suddenly tightened, and then, he flew a sharp look at him, and said in a low voice:

"shut up!"