Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

He Yuan lowered his head and patted the dust on his soap boots, and said with a sneer, "Where's the gentleness and carelessness just now?"

Song Qingchen froze in shock, and hurriedly looked at the civil servants in line.They were chatting casually not far away, and they could still vaguely hear the content of the conversation.

The distance is very close, and even a little bit of speaking can be heard over there.So Song Qingchen took a step to the side, making a gesture to check the second box of Fengyin.He glanced at He Yuan, and lowered his voice dissatisfied: "If I give you some color, will you open a dyeing workshop?"

He Yuan also moved over, helped him tear off the seal, opened the lid of the box, with a smile on his face: "What's so interesting about silver, I brought something good, let's see?"

With that said, He Yuan's eyes moved to the small cart behind him.

Song Qingchen looked along, and found that it was still dripping water, leaving a large piece of dark brown on the yellow earth below.

Song Qingchen went around and reached out to the wooden box.There was a hint of coolness on the lid of the wooden box, as if sweating, a layer of water vapor continued to escape.

"Could it be..." Song Qingchen turned around suddenly, his eyes brightened, and his eyes were full of expectation.

He Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then stood where he was and nodded without giving a specific explanation.He just looked at Song Qingchen like that, feeling that he was quite a child at the moment, so he couldn't help but pat him on the head.

Today Song Qingchen didn't wear a crown, only had his hair pinned.The hair tied next to it was sun-baked.To the touch, the warmth of one hand.

Song Qingchen's expression changed immediately after this intimate gesture.

He became vigilant and looked at the officials in the distance.Seeing that they didn't pay attention to this place, he breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to say viciously: "Who allows you to move?! Give you a ladder, are you going to the room?"

He Yuan didn't answer, but just called two soldiers over and pulled the cart to the colored carp pond behind the palace.

This movement was not small, and there was a thud when it was ground on the loess road.The civil servants in the distance heard it and came over curiously.He Yuan looked a little impatient, so he just waved his hand away, and raised his voice: "I got two koi by chance, and put them behind the palace to feed them. Don't be surprised by these mascots."

He Yuan's expression was extremely serious, as if it was really an auspicious fish inside, protecting something.Everyone dared not disobey 'Xiangrui', and gave way one after another to let the scooters pass.

Song Qingchen couldn't help laughing at the side - I have to say that feudal superstition is really easy to use in this small world.

Just as he was thinking about it, He Yuan suddenly turned his head, bowed respectfully and said: "Your Highness, please put these two auspicious fishes into the pond together." When he raised his head, he showed a sly smile.

Song Qingchen comprehended.The two left the dirt road one after the other and walked to the back of the palace.

The people who were waiting to pull the carts all stepped back, He Yuan locked the wheels in place, pressed one hand on the lid of the box, and said triumphantly:

"Guess first, and I will give it to you if you guess right." He changed his expression again and smiled meaningfully, "If you guess wrong, you will be fined."

"It's rare," Song Qingchen snorted coldly, "Isn't it Bingjian? Can I guess it wrong?" There was a little expectation in the arrogant eyes.

Song Qingchen went around to look at the wooden box, and at the same time put his hand on it and touched it: "It's still cold, and it's dripping water all the way. Is it not ice?"

With a "squeak", He Yuan opened the lid of the big wooden box with one hand.

Like a nesting doll, there is still a wooden box inside.He opened two more layers, and finally—the huanghuali wood ice mirror was in it.

"If you walk slowly, you have to melt, and if you walk fast, it's suspicious. It's so boring to make you guess right." He Yuan leaned against the big wooden box, leisurely, "You only guessed half of it right, there are still things here that you didn't guess right. .”

Song Qingchen passed by with great interest, and opened it anxiously.Suddenly, there was a refreshing cool air.

I saw a thick layer of crushed ice on several large ice blocks inside. Although some of them had melted, most of them were still intact.He pushed aside the cold icicles, and suddenly a small piece of green was revealed.

……watermelon.

Continue to push aside, there is still a jug of wine in the crushed ice.

Just as he was surprised, He Yuan took out another box from the side and pushed the copper button, only to see a golden cup resting on the brocade.

"I'm afraid you'll be confused on the mountain. Today is Xiaoshu, bring something to cool you off." He Yuan said while pulling him to sit on a bench under the shade of a tree, and put the box in his hand inside.

"You usually like to eat wine in a purple pottery bowl, so you might as well...try this golden cup." He Yuan didn't show any frivolous behavior, but his eyes lingered on him, full of warmth.

The word "try" was deliberately accentuated, as if to imply something.

"Is that how you spend money? The wine glass must be so loud?!" Song Qingchen complained dissatisfied.

He Yuan smiled indifferently: "It's hard to get this golden cup even if it costs money. I spent a lot of effort."

As if he finally felt the heat, He Yuan took off the jade belt on his own, untied the collar and took off the official robe, with quick movements.Then, he casually stacked the crimson official robes and placed them on the side of the bench.

In this way, he only has a snow-white mid laner left on him, but it is still very dazzling.A row of gardenia trees behind me happened to bloom.

The cold white flowers are embedded on the lush branches, surrounding people sitting on the benches.Such a scene seems to have dispelled the heat of Yiyuan.

Song Qingchen was dumb, just staring at him.After a while, he suddenly lowered his shoulders, as if he was about to lean towards He Yuan's body.When the eyes of the two met, He Yuan's uncontrollable eyebrows moved slightly.

Song Qingchen suddenly smiled at him.

He Yuan didn't understand the meaning of this smile.His body froze slightly, but Song Qingchen came closer and closer, almost lying on his lap.

He was still tense, and even stopped breathing for a moment, only to realize that Song Qingchen just leaned over to take his robe, unfolded it slowly, and folded it carefully again.

After being speechless for a while, He Yuan cleared his throat, "Leave it as you like, there is no need to stack it neatly."

"Official robes, you should fold them. How can you treat them casually?" Song Qingchen said casually while folding them.

When folding the robes, the rising and falling of the sleeves of the robes brought some breeze, and the wind shook the hair of the two of them slightly.Song Qingchen was so focused that he didn't notice the eyes of the people around him.

The two of them hadn't spoken a few words when suddenly there was the sound of horseshoes coming from far and near.He Yuan immediately got up vigilantly, and looked where the hoofbeats came from.

In this hot day, who would ride horses to this wilderness?Song Qingchen also got up and looked suspiciously.

After a short neigh, the soldier-like man got off his horse and hurried out from the forest.He took out the envelope from his arms and shouted, "Governor!"

As soon as he saw someone beside him, he hesitated to speak.

He Yuan stepped forward immediately, took the envelope in his hand, took out the letter to read, and said while reading, "Speak, it's okay."

The soldier glanced at Song Qingchen again, and then replied respectfully: "The news from the south, the right governor of Marquis Pingnan... actually stayed in the northern border, and today he caught another Marquis Pingnan's subordinate..."

The voice of the soldiers gradually became weaker, and the following words became more and more unclear.These things seemed to be relatively confidential, and the soldier had concerns about Song Qingchen.

In the end, the soldiers actually attached their ears.After muttering a few words, He Yuan's expression immediately changed.

"Is this true?" He Yuan was taken aback, and murmured, "Maybe it's just similar habits? Are they not the same person?"

The soldier was in trouble, unable to answer this question, he hesitated: "This..."

The two of them stood beside the forest for a while, both speechless.

"Understood, you go back first, and I'll be there later." He Yuan finally let him go, but the worried expression on his face was very obvious.

After saluting, the soldiers got on their horses and hurried away.

Only then did He Yuan turn back, sat back on the bench, and explained to Song Qingchen: "Marquis Pingnan, while fighting a war, he still did not forget to care about me. His claws are all around me."

Recalling the plot of the original book a bit, Song Qingchen thought, according to the original book, He Yuan originally invited him to go south and colluded with Ping Nanhou.Pingnanhou was also rebellious, but he was finally incorporated by He Yuan.

Now that He Yuan has not gone south, Ping Nanhou actually came to the door by himself?Moreover, there was a "strange man" beside Ping Nanhou. According to the original book, this strange man plotted against He Yuan, and finally died under He Yuan's knife.

The reason why Song Qingchen remembers him is not because of the various schemes and tricks of this "strange man".But after this "strange man" was stabbed, there was a last word when he was dying, which was wonderful.

The last sentence of the last words is very important and bloody:

"He Yuan, I miss our past..."

As for "in the past", before he could say anything, he went offline.

This sentence was complained by tens of thousands of readers at the time, who despised the author for not writing the plot clearly, which made everyone confused.

There are many speculations about the second half of the last words.

Of course, the most guessed is - he may be an old lover of He Yuan.

But at this moment, Song Qingchen could no longer look at this matter with the mood of watching a drama as before.

old lover?

Song Qingchen couldn't help feeling a little sour in his heart, but he couldn't explain why.

Just as he was thinking, He Yuan interrupted his train of thought:

"Marquis Pingnan has a right-hand assistant. They have recruited many officials and gentry in the south. There have been some rumors before, saying that he is very ambitious."

While talking, He Yuan smiled embarrassedly, slowly shook off Song Qingchen's folded official robe, and put it back on his body.Obviously anxious in my heart, I have lost my heart.

Song Qingchen's face froze.The "strange person" in his mouth, could it be...

"Once the battle is over, Yomo Ping Nanhou also has a similar result to me. Long live will use the name of 'Great Victory Returning to Beijing' to guard him in the middle of the capital."

He Yuan smiled wryly, and continued: "Maybe Long Live wants him to be the governor of Xi Daying, like me, and put six admirals under him to evade real power."

After he put on his official robe and straightened his shirt, he said apologetically, "I'll go back to the camp first, I can't accompany you anymore."

As he said that, he suddenly grabbed the golden cup, hurriedly walked towards the ice mirror, and quickly pushed aside the broken ice.

He took out the jug of wine, pulled the cork, and carefully poured a glass.

Song Qingchen smiled: "You just go! Going down the mountain, do you want me to practice it for you?"

He Yuan handed him the wine: "Taste it. Plum wine relieves heat."

I always felt that he had some other purpose, but Song Qingchen still took it. He just took a sip and wanted to praise "good wine", but the cup was snatched away by He Yuan.

He glanced at Song Qingchen with a half-smile, then turned the rim of the cup, put his lips on the place where Song Qingchen's lips touched just now, and drank it all in one gulp.

After returning the glass to him, he said with emotion, "It's really good wine."

Song Qingchen glared at him, and put the wine glass on the edge of the pool: "Go quickly if you have something to do, don't entertain me here."

"Let's go now, what's the rush."

Song Qingchen didn't want to talk to him, so he picked up the ice and wanted to take out the watermelon.

As he was touching the ice, a red shadow suddenly flashed in front of him, and he realized that He Yuan had already swept over.He flicked the sleeves of his official robe, and the surroundings were instantly darkened.

In this moment of darkness, He Yuan quickly pressed his lips to his lips, which were warm and moist, still smelling of plum wine.

In the blink of an eye, he quickly backed away.

The sun shone on Song Qingchen again, scorching hot and brilliant.

Just as Song Qingchen realized what had happened, he raised his head and realized that He Yuan had already got on the horse shamelessly, and raised his voice to him from the horse's back:

"Wine is good wine. I took a sip. You don't mind."

After speaking, he pulled the rein, turned the horse's head, and galloped away.

Ah Fu saw this scene just as he was leading the horse, and now he stammered and asked, "My lord, Xi, watermelon..."

"...My lord?"