Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

This inadvertent little action distracted Song Qingchen for a while.

It wasn't until Yu Cheng's extremely displeased and hoarse voice sounded that he came back to his senses.

"My lord, you have been interested in me for a long time, but you always hide it. Now in this cell, you are unscrupulous. You have seen me enough?"

Yu Cheng spoke with a gun and a stick.He clearly said that others were interested in him, but he was very dissatisfied?

Song Qingchen didn't answer, just looked at him calmly.After a while, he said to him with no deep meaning:

"I'm just a little shocked, you don't even want your face."

After hearing this, Yu Cheng laughed twice, as if he was very happy.

"I have never been shameless in the rest of my life."

Just as he was speaking, Yu Cheng glanced back, and a person was dragged out of the diagonally opposite cell. The person was dressed in prison clothes like rags, his face was covered in blood, and his hair was all stuck to the dried blood.

"My lord, it's been four days, and this thief is still refusing to recruit..."

Yu Cheng glanced at the prisoner with disdain, and said coldly:

"continue."

"My lord, I'm afraid... I'm going to stand on the wall."

Song Qingchen knew the word "bi Ting", and it was a bit vulgar to say "death", and everyone said "bi Ting".The Imperial Prison also has some dialects and jargon, forming a system of its own.

"Your Highness allows him to stand on the wall?" Yu Cheng asked in that direction.

Over there, Jin Yiwei faltered: "This... is naturally not allowed."

Yu Cheng put his hands on the railing, as if this person's life or death didn't matter: "Wake up with ice water, pour some rice soup to cheer you up, and continue."

"Honestly obey orders."

Several people carried him away.He could vaguely see the man's arm hanging limply, the blood on it had already dried up.Only a few bloodstains remained.

Song Qingchen always felt that that person was no different from a dead person except that he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yu Cheng," Song Qingchen leaned against the stone wall, "If I become like that, I will lose the dignity of the royal family." Song Qingchen was a little worried, or fearful.

No matter how strong and upright he is, his heart will tremble three times when he sees such an example.It would be a lie to say I'm not afraid.

Yu Cheng turned back and wanted to touch him.

Sensing his intention, Song Qingchen immediately avoided him like a snake and scorpion, hurriedly moved away, glared at him angrily, and warned:

"You humiliated me, and you are of no use."

Yu Cheng's hand stopped in mid-air, he was stunned for a moment, and slightly hooked his lips: "It's my advantage to be able to humiliate you."

After finishing speaking, he insisted on touching it like a villain.The warm back of his hand rubbed against Song Qingchen's cheek, not for a moment, Song Qingchen turned his head in disgust, as if he would rather die than surrender.

Seeing this reaction, Yu Cheng withdrew his hand in satisfaction.While staring at Song Qingchen, he asked teasingly:

"Does the lord need a little relief?" Yu Cheng was so leisurely that he even took off his saber, "The subordinates are ready to serve the lord at any time."

Song Qingchen regarded him as air, and only lowered his head, studying the weapon stuck on his wrist.This weapon has a lot of weight. After wearing it for a while, I feel that my arms can no longer be lifted.

Can such a powerful guy be used?

Song Qingchen was planning in his mind, how to catch Yu Cheng by surprise and hit Yu Cheng on the head.

However, Yu Cheng is still a little vigilant now, fearing that it will be difficult to make a move.

"Yu Cheng, I didn't expect you to be a beast."

Song Qingchen tried to talk to him first, relax his vigilance, and then wait for the opportunity to act.

Who knows that Yu Cheng was scolded, but he was somehow happy.His fluffy robe with a big horse and a golden sword was next to Song Qingchen.

"Are you scared?" Yu Cheng put his elbows on his knees and looked over with interest.After a little movement, the broken bed board creaked, "Afraid that I will wait for you to urinate?"

"You..." Song Qingchen was so angry that he couldn't speak, he simply closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and squeezed out a word coldly from between his teeth:

"roll."

Unexpectedly, Yu Cheng clamped his chin violently, with a wicked smile on his face: "What did you do with He Yuan last night?"

After Song Qingchen heard this, his heart trembled, and he felt guilty and couldn't answer.Avoiding Yu Cheng's staring gaze, he pretended to be calm and said, "What does it have to do with you?"

"I know it even if you don't tell me." Yu Cheng let go of him, and gave a low laugh, "I see that your sitting posture is a bit weird. Are you okay?"

Song Qingchen fell silent.

In Yu Cheng's tone of voice, there seemed to be a little bit of concern, not just a nasty joke.

Combined with a series of reactions from Yu Cheng today, a bold guess suddenly came to Song Qingchen's mind.

Although it was impossible to complete it in time, and there was no reason for Yu Cheng to do so, Song Qingchen had a vague intuition.

In order to verify this conjecture, Song Qingchen tentatively said:

"My wrist hurts a lot, this weapon... can you untie it?"

He didn't have much hope at first, after all, there were Jin Yiwei patrolling outside from time to time, presumably, they were all the eyeliner of fourth uncle Song Yu.

The imperial prison is as solid as an iron barrel, and he doesn't think that Yu Cheng, or "Yu Cheng" can give him preferential treatment under the eyes of fourth uncle.

"It's fine if you can't untie it, just pretend I didn't say it." Song Qingchen said this deliberately, with a very pitiful tone.

Originally, I had tossed a lot last night, and my body was already uncomfortable.Now that the long weapon is heavy, his shoulders are sore and his back hurts from the fall, so it's not a deliberate act.

A look of pain naturally surfaced on his face, just now he was choked by the water for a while, and the prison was cold.At this moment, there was a little cold sweat on his forehead.

Song Qingchen leaned his head against the wall in discomfort, let out a long sigh, and frowned.He looked left and right, and simply bent his legs on the bed, and put on a long weapon to reduce the weight and make himself feel better.

Unexpectedly, Yu Cheng suddenly looked anxious.He got up and called two inspecting Jin Yiwei.

"grown ups!"

The two hurried over to salute.

"Keep this corridor and don't let anyone come over." Yu Cheng stretched out his head to look out, and said meaningfully: "I'm going to 'serve' our lord, don't let anyone see it."

While talking, he took out something from the dark sleeves and handed it to them, and said with a smile: "I'm going to make meat with him, it's embarrassing for people to see. Brothers, take this time to have a drink. It's almost an hour. "

The two of them were silent for a moment, and then they both laughed lowly:

"This... Your Excellency is really too polite!"

"What's so strange about this, he was born like that, if he doesn't make fun of our adults, he will come in for nothing!"

The two of them were too lazy to continue the drudgery, so they packed their things and went out.

After they were completely gone, Yu Cheng walked over with his hands behind his back:

"What are you going to do, do you hear me clearly?"

Song Qingchen sneered back, "If you insult me, He Yuan will not let you go. You can buy the coffin in advance so that your family can prepare to collect the body."

After Yu Cheng listened, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with pride, but he sarcastically said, "Where did you get the confidence?"

"If you are not afraid, tell him to come see me now. Let him know how you treat me. Do you dare?" Song Qingchen stared at him and asked tentatively.

"You miss him?" Yu Cheng joked.

Song Qingchen pursed his lips into a line, stared at the straw on the ground without saying a word.

What would happen if He Yuan could appear here?

Song Qingchen was in a trance, thinking of the whispers whispered between the bed and curtain last night, his brows could not help but twitch slightly.

"You miss him." Yu Cheng said affirmatively, with a kind of joy in his eyes.As he spoke, he glanced outside and saw no one around, so he quickly opened the door and went out.He walked in a hurry, causing the hem of his robe to fly.

He was very eye-catching in this gray and dimly lit cell.Song Qingchen couldn't help but think of Hongxia who rushed out of the stable of Qionghua Building that day.So wanton and unrestrained, unrestrained.

Not long after, Yu Cheng quickly returned to the cell.He first looked at Song Qingchen and smiled lightly, then rustled and took out the key from his pocket.He squatted in front of Song Qingchen, and untied the long weapon.

The gentleness of the movement is not like treating a prisoner at all.There is a kind of love in his movements, and there is an undisguised treasure in his eyes.

If it wasn't in the prison cell, if he wasn't a man, Song Qingchen would have doubted whether he was making a wife for his wife and removing the tools for work.

He seemed to have a simple thought, just wishing that his first wife would be less tired.This kind of thought is very straightforward, and it is fully revealed from his eyes.

For some reason, Song Qingchen only felt that his heart was being held, and his blood was shaking slightly with the grasp.

Song Qingchen looked at him dully, and called out in a strange way:

"He Yuan?"

Hearing the sound, Yu Cheng raised his head subconsciously, "Huh?" It seemed that it was so natural to call him.

But he soon realized that "He Yuan" was not his name.He got up stiffly, put the long weapon aside, and sat quietly.

He suddenly remembered something, got up and walked quickly to the door, looking towards the corridor outside the cell.It seemed that after confirming the situation outside, he came back and sat down again.

The two were thinking about each other, but did not talk.

Song Qingchen moved his wrist a few times and took a peek at Yu Cheng.

At this time, Yu Cheng spoke abruptly, breaking the silence in the cell:

"Do you miss him that much? You misunderstood me."

The voice was as calm as an ancient well, as if a bitter lover who had been rejected many times could say such words.

It's a bit like Yu Cheng.

Song Qingchen pulled out a weary smile.He felt tired for a while, and he didn't have the heart to deal with it.Since Yu Cheng can speak well, he doesn't mind having a few words.

After all, he took off the weapon, and Song Qingchen felt better.

Song Qingchen found a comfortable position to lean against, and said softly: "I just think that your actions just now gave me a familiar feeling."

The blue and red traces that were stuck by the machine were very ferocious, and on the thin and pale wrist, it was like a blood-splattered gardenia, which was particularly worrying.

It goes without saying how heavy this weapon is and how delicate a person is.Song Qingchen thought that he was not a hypocritical person, so he could bear it if he could.Don't think about it, it seems that it doesn't hurt too much.

However, Yu Cheng next to him looked sideways at the wrist mark and said nothing.

Song Qingchen lowered his head, "It's just that I didn't care about it before. Maybe I don't belong here, so I don't care about these illusory concerns. It's only now that I suddenly remembered that I was once taken seriously by others."

"Oh?" Yu Cheng smiled stiffly, "My lord is really belated."

Song Qingchen seemed to be talking to himself, and didn't mind Yu Cheng's ridicule, "I also smashed the things he gave me, I don't know how much effort he had to get them."

Song Qingchen stopped suddenly, feeling a little uncomfortable in his throat, he swallowed with difficulty, and then said:

"And I never seem to ask where he got that wine glass."

Yu Cheng just smiled lightly and didn't express any opinions.

The Jinyiwei on duty had already turned over, and Yu Cheng seemed to be busy, so he re-attached his saber and got up to leave.

Before leaving, Yu Cheng called someone to add a lock and took away the two keys.He only told him to interrogate the "imperial criminal" himself, and strictly ordered anyone to visit him.Including King Ji.

He said harshly that when King Ji came, he had to report to him before he could enter the prison, otherwise he would be dealt with according to the law.

The red robes said yes respectfully.

However, when Yu Cheng walked away, they started whispering behind him.

Some Jin Yiwei would deliberately stop at the door of the cell, gather together, look at Song Qingchen, and talk about something.

In short, it's not a good word, it's nothing more than their commanding officer, who spent an hour of beautiful time with this prince.

It's nothing more than obscene words, Song Qingchen doesn't bother to listen.

The sun was gradually sinking to the west, Song Qingchen couldn't lift his eyelids anymore, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

The consciousness seems to be free from the body, but the sleeping position is not uncomfortable.

The sound of Yu Cheng unlocking the lock awakened Song Qingchen.Looking up, he realized that Yu Cheng had brought food.

Two plates of vegetables, white porridge, and a small pot of warm wine.

Yu Cheng's tone was lazy: "It's dark in the prison, my lord will take care of it." There was still a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth.

Song Qingchen looked at Yu Cheng's heroic face, and felt mixed emotions in his heart.

This expression... shouldn't have appeared on this face.

Suddenly, Song Qingchen focused his gaze and looked at him with burning eyes.

"Yu Cheng, I'm suddenly envious of my fourth uncle."

Yu Cheng put down his things indifferently, "Why? Don't you hate He Yuan?" He didn't even lift his eyes, just pouring wine.

"When I think of his fourth uncle in his heart, I feel uncomfortable." Song Qingchen tried to test it, but as he spoke, he really felt sour.

Yu Cheng heard the words and put down the jug, and said disdainfully: "Who told you that he has King Ji in his heart?"

Song Qingchen stared at Yu Cheng's hand for a long time.The hand was resting on the shabby little table, and the details were not realistic under the dim light.

But he could vaguely see the swollen blood vessels and vigorous veins, which made Song Qingchen feel familiar.Impulsively, he raised his eyebrows and pressed Yu Cheng's wrist.

Yu Cheng raised his head in astonishment, his eyes were a little puzzled, "What is the meaning of this, my lord? Are you going to commit yourself to me and get some preferential treatment?"

Song Qingchen became nervous, he paused for a while, as if making up his mind, he looked at Yu Cheng steadfastly.

"Tell me, is He Yuan pretending to be Fourth Uncle?"

The cell was lit up like beans, and I couldn't even see the food clearly.But "Yu Cheng"'s eyes were as bright as stars.

"Huh? Yu Cheng?"

Song Qingchen really wanted to know the answer, if he knew, he would give up.

Yu Cheng suddenly flipped his wrist, grabbed his hand, pushed away the small table in the middle, and pulled him into his arms.His pupils were beating like sparks, staring at the person in his arms.

After a while, he said in a very low voice:

"Kiss me once, and I'll tell you."