Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

After drinking two or three more cups, everyone finally had enough greetings and returned to their seats one after another.In the distance, the maidservants, holding large and small dishes in their hands, filed past and began to serve dishes.

In just a few words, a table of delicacies was prepared.

Song Qingchen began to feel a little drunk.To cover it up, he could only pretend to be lazy, leaning against the table with his hands on his head.Today's protagonist is Yao Guangqin, he only needs to echo from time to time, and that's it.

By the way, keep watching to see if anyone has given that kid He Yuan a drink.

Song Qingchen felt a little tired.He glanced around casually, and found that He Yuan was sitting diagonally opposite him, with a straight posture. At first glance, he really looked like a well-behaved junior.

Yet his vision was ambitious.

Song Qingchen could tell that at this moment, he must have a big plan in his heart.The title of the original "Dingyuan Hou Tiansheng Rebellion" already revealed a lot of information.According to the plot, shortly after the death of King Jing, He Yuan conspired against him.The throne changed hands, and Jiangshan changed his surname.

When reading the book, Song Qingchen didn't feel much.But now he couldn't help feeling that it was this handsome boy who was seated obliquely who was completely in control.

The drunkenness became more and more obvious, it seemed that the original owner's body couldn't stand strong alcohol.Yao Guangqin was still talking with a wine cup, Song Qingchen looked around, as if no one paid attention to him.So he got up and walked outside the Begonia Garden.

The chief follower of Prince Jing's mansion was waiting there.

Seeing him coming out, the chief follower immediately leaned over: "My lord, is your body important?"

Song Qingchen still doesn't know what he looks like at this moment, he just feels his feet go numb and his vision doubles.He breathed a sigh of relief before confessing, "Go to the kitchen and bring a bowl of hangover soup."

The long follower nodded, and just about to take a step, he stepped back and asked: "My lord, you said last time that the little ones will bring the drunk young master to..."

Hearing these words, Song Qingchen was so frightened that he sobered up three points: "Presumptuous!"

He couldn't remember the specific plot in the book, but he knew that this operation of Chang Sui must never happen!

Chang Sui was frightened into silence.

Seeing the confused expression on Chang Sui's face, Song Qingchen felt a lot of irritability in his heart.He settled down and explained perfunctorily:

"Did you guys really take my drunken words back then?"

The long follower bowed immediately: "Don't dare! It's the little ones who will make a mistake... Your lord, please forgive me!"

Song Qingchen frowned.For a while, I couldn't explain it clearly with this kind of elm head.

He thought about it, and didn't bother to explain it, so he said nonsense:

"It's true that the king admires him, so you should treat him more kindly and don't have such crooked thoughts."

Song Qingchen was afraid that these people would do something out of the ordinary according to the original owner's wishes, so he added casually: "Don't do anything. Don't meddle in the affairs of this king and Lord He Xiaohou."

The long follower seems to understand but does not understand, but he bows frequently and says yes.

Song Qingchen was dizzy, and said impatiently: "Go and get hangover soup when you understand."

The long follower trotted away quickly.

Song Qingchen finally breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, he was really tired.Not far away, a few maidservants from the Duke's Mansion passed by, holding freshly cut crabapple branches in their hands, as if they were going to send them to the matinee.The women's seat is not far away, and you can faintly hear the laughter of the women, and occasionally a couple of immature children's laughter.Song Qingchen stood there gloomily, a little lost in thought.

He Yuan crossed his arms and leaned against the rockery piled up in Taihu Lake, hearing Song Qingchen's words clearly.He originally thought that Song Qingchen came out quietly, planning to plot against him.

I didn't expect it, but I heard this faction unexpectedly.

He didn't have to lie to the long follower in his mansion?Combined with Song Qingchen's attitude today, He Yuan was somewhat skeptical.So he didn't go back to the table immediately, and still stood behind the rockery.

When he was young, the chief attendant of the palace hurried over with hangover soup, Song Qingchen took it and drank it without saying anything.He seemed to be really uncomfortable, standing with the support of the flower tree next to him, trying to disperse some alcohol.

Occasionally, some petals rustled and fell on his hair and shoulders.He may not have noticed this, so he didn't raise his hand to brush.

This was different from the Song Qingchen he had seen before, and He Yuan couldn't help but take a second look.

Although this man's chest and shoulders are slightly thin, he has a lot of arrogance.In a few words, one sentence can be justified and well-founded, making it irrefutable.

Really eloquent.

Officialdom has always been ruthless.Since He Yuan returned to Fengjing, above the court hall, there were false smiles on the faces of powerful officials.I always feel that I have lost a lot of real life.

Seeing Song Qingchen today, I haven't seen him for a long time, and I can read three points of freshness from him.

He Yuan stood in the shadows, his edges and corners highlighted.He looked at Song Qingchen under the flower tree with pity.This person has always had a playful expression on his face, and he rarely looks embarrassed.

He couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

This is what people in Fengjing say, Fengyue veteran, Jing Wang Songyan Song Qingchen?

He Yuan showed a disdainful smile.

The rumors were exaggerated.

But he thought about it again, maybe this is another method of King Jing, so that people can feel some pity.After all, if that burning and moving face exudes a bit of loneliness and melancholy, there is indeed another kind of charm.

He Yuan's heart skipped a beat, but he immediately came to his senses—it's true or false, but it requires people to ponder over it.He sneered, turned his head and walked back towards the banquet.

When Song Qingchen returned to the table, Yao Guangqin was no longer present.Song Qingchen asked the maid who was serving beside him:

"Where did the father-in-law go?"

The servant girl leaned back and said: "My lord is going to see the little princess at the maid's table, let the adults here take care of themselves."

Song Qingchen nodded slightly and let the maid go down.

He Yuan didn't leave, and he didn't dare to just leave.Looking around, some people at the table have already tilted the edge of the table, and others are making flying flower orders in twos and threes.Song Qingchen didn't care about it, so he just sat there very bored, chatting with people occasionally.

The Flower Tasting Banquet will end before sunset, and seeing that the sun is westward, it seems to be coming soon.

After a while, the steward came over and said:

"My lords, my father-in-law is getting old and feels a little unwell, so let's take a rest first. The adults can do their own thing."

This is to leave the table.Seeing He Yuan getting up to leave, Song Qingchen felt a burst of relief.

He got up, chatted casually with those civil servants who were drunk or awake, and was about to leave the garden, wanting to go back directly to the residence.

Xu Shi's drunkenness subsided a little, and when the wind picked up, Song Qingchen felt a little chilly, only then did he realize that he was sweating a lot.Then he took out a handkerchief to wipe it, and put it in his sleeve casually.

The energy after drinking is extremely strong, and after three or four bowls of hangover soup, he can barely maintain his sobriety.Song Qingchen walked forward in a daze.Seeing that he was about to leave the garden, a male voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"My lord stay here."

The voice is mellow and evocative.Song Qingchen made it clear immediately.He was too lazy to pretend to be a fake because of his drunkenness, and turned his head impatiently:

"What's the matter?"

He Yuan walked out from the flower tree with a calm expression on his face.He held something in his hand, crepe silk.

Song Qingchen saw it clearly at a glance, and immediately frowned in trouble, and subconsciously confirmed, he raised his hand and touched his sleeve.

Sure enough, the square handkerchief was gone.

He Yuan wanted to hand it over, but Song Qingchen prepared to pick it up unsuspectingly.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind like a thunderbolt, and he stopped - this would inevitably result in physical contact with He Yuan.

Song Qingchen stopped that hand violently. Although the following sentence was a bit exaggerated, Song Qingchen still said in a cold voice: "It is dirty if it is covered with dust. The palace is not short of such things, you should throw them away."

Not daring to pay any attention to the people behind him, Song Qingchen strode out.

With a sudden stagger, his shoulder blades were pinched by a strong force. In shock, Song Qingchen turned his head and met He Yuan's eyes, deep and sullen.

Song Qingchen could see it.

He Yuan felt a killing intent.

And he crushed himself to death as easily as crushing an ant.It's just that due to identity and timing, I didn't do anything for the time being.He already hated the original owner extremely, and it seemed that because of this sentence, his hatred was magnified.

The hand on the shoulder didn't intend to let go, it was still tightly squeezed.Song Qingchen was in pain, he said sharply:

"He Yuan, what are you doing?"

He Yuan grinned, but the coldness in his eyes did not go away, but he asked with great interest: "Your Highness admires me?"

There was silence everywhere, and the soft glow before sunset reflected half of He Yuan's face, but it was full of treachery.Coupled with those deep eyes, Song Qingchen felt a lot of fear amidst the pain.

In Duke Ying's mansion, he treats a prince like this?

Song Qingchen suppressed the fear in his heart and pretended to be calm.He sneered:

"What spring and autumn dream are you doing?"