Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Song Qingchen raised his eyes, staring at the unclear face in the dim light.Look at his deep eyes, sharp jawline.

Song Qingchen suddenly laughed.

"Who the hell are you asking me to kiss?"

Yu Cheng glanced at him and said coldly, "You kiss whoever you like."

This was a strange remark, and it was a bit of a prank, but Song Qingchen couldn't catch it.He was stunned for a while, then muttered:

"I don't like anyone."

Song Qingchen barely broke away from his arms, stood up, and moved the worn-out table back to its original place.

"You always try so hard that the wine is spilled." Song Qingchen squeezed the cup to drink, his throat was warm.All the way down, I feel a lot more comfortable in my heart.

Yu Cheng rearranged his chopsticks again, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm a rough man. I can't beat around the bush." ​​He snatched Song Qingchen's chopsticks away, washed them with wine, and wiped them with his robe.

The flying fish suit is bestowed by Long Live, and the patches on the chest occupied by rare and exotic beasts are extremely bright.But in his hands, it became like a dishcloth, without the slightest intention of cherishing it.

The smile in Song Qingchen's eyes couldn't be concealed, he cleared his throat, "Xiao Wang is a prisoner, it's flattering to be taken care of by the 'Commander'." How long will it be.

"It seems that the Commander still cares about Xiao Wang in his heart. It's not like He Yuan, who didn't come when he saw Xiao Wang was in trouble." After speaking, Song Qingchen ate the porridge on his own.

After hearing this, Yu Cheng angrily took off the knife and slapped it on the bed, spilling a few drops of wine.

"Why are you angry?" Song Qingchen looked at him with a half-smile, "Take it easy, this bed can't stand your slap, I still want to sleep."

Yu Cheng seemed to be sullen, and remained silent for a long time.It wasn't until Song Qingchen was touching the wine pot to pour the wine that his wrist was hurting and his grip on the wine pot was a little loose, so Yu Cheng opened his mouth:

"What did I owe you in my previous life?"

Yu Cheng snatched the jug and filled it up for him.

After late at night, Yu Cheng still had no intention of leaving, so he called someone to bring a roll of thin mattress and spread it on the bed.Then he sat cross-legged at the end of the bed, with his back against the wall, holding the knife in his arms.

Song Qingchen didn't pay attention to it at first, but felt that he was rather tired today, so he let him rest like that.

Looking back, he found that Yu Cheng had already fallen asleep.

The candlelight next to it swayed in the occasional corridor breeze.The cell was flickering, eerie and eerie.And he just fell asleep quietly, in this unrelaxed sitting posture.

Thinking that he was quite tired during the day, his eyes were closed, but the brows were slightly raised, his eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time, and he did not sleep deeply.

Song Qingchen wanted to get closer and took a closer look, but the man suddenly became alert.He didn't even open his eyes, but his hand was already on the handle of the knife, and he made a gesture of drawing the knife.

The steel blade was two inches out of its sheath, and the talent opened his eyes, full of killing intent.The exposed steel blade was cold and sharp, and the reflected cold light was like a thunderbolt, making Song Qingchen's eyes hurt.

Song Qingchen hastily leaned back to avoid his blade, "It's me... I see you are very tired, and I want to take a closer look."

Yu Cheng turned his head to look, the killing intent in his eyes subsided, and he retracted the knife with his hand, apologetic in his words:

"I didn't mean to scare you."

He changed back to the posture of leaning against the wall with the knife in his arms, but the sleepiness just now had disappeared, and his eyes brightened a little.

Yu Cheng sat for a while, suddenly smiled softly, turned around and asked:

"Are you caring about me? It's really rare."

"I..." Song Qingchen pursed his lips, but the words were too hypocritical, and he didn't say them after all.

The two were silent for a while in the faint candlelight, and Yu Cheng dug out a new candle from nowhere.He lit a new candle, replaced the broken candle on the iron candle holder, and was still vigilant about the movement outside.

"Go to sleep." Yu Cheng said softly, his tone seemed to be comforting.

Seeing that Song Qingchen didn't lie down for a long time, he sneered: "Why, do you want me to hug you to sleep?"

Surprisingly, Song Qingchen had such a vague impulse to respond with a "hmm".Maybe it's because I have tried the warmth of embracing and falling asleep, but the cold quilt of the lonely lamp is particularly unbearable.

But Song Qingchen hesitated for a while, and still lowered his eyes to look at the bed board.He pursed his lips, didn't make a sound, and didn't lie down.

Suddenly I heard Yu Cheng say arrogantly: "After eating a meal, you can't even hug me? You criminal, you don't even have any criminals who should be conscious."

His knife was still in his arms, but he made a frivolous gesture to Song Qingchen: "Come here."

Song Qingchen suppressed a smile after listening, and passed Yingying's eyes, "A person like Yu Cheng can only sleep with a knife in his arms, and he can't hug people."

Yu Cheng immediately let out a long breath from his nostrils in displeasure, and said in a muffled voice, "You really know me well. You even know how I sleep."

"It's just a guess." Song Qingchen smiled slyly.

It was clearly midsummer, but there was no coolness in the prison.Instead, a coldness emanated from the stone wall, mixed with an inexplicable fishy smell.Leaning against a stone wall is like sticking to a block of ice.Song Qingchen couldn't help shivering, holding his forehead tiredly, wanting to sleep but unable to sleep, very uncomfortable.

"Come here, Grandpa will hug you to sleep," Yu Cheng stretched out his arms to him again.The multicolored embroidery threads on the robe still faintly flow with a faint light.

Song Qingchen hesitated for a moment, but moved over.

Before the person touched him, he was held in Yu Cheng's arms very forcefully.This embrace is warm and familiar.

The cheeks are covered with soft satin by Flying Fish.He has been wearing it for a day, and it is full of his breath.This breath forced into the mind along with the breath, stirring Song Qingchen's mind.

Song Qingchen didn't want to look up at this face, he just wanted to lean in this embrace and feel a moment of peace.Under the gorgeous clothes, there was a faint pulsation of a young man, his hair was fluffy and powerful.

Song Qingchen suddenly remembered the present world.

In the present world, the father is in politics, while the elder brother has a bold temperament, but he is in business and travels abroad every day.

I don't like talking very much, I like to think about things in my heart, and my face is calm.It has been like this since childhood.

The father valued the quality of the youngest son in the family, and forced Song Qingchen to follow him into politics early on.Although Song Qingchen is not very old, but with a heart, he seems to be much older than his peers.

Half asleep and half awake, Song Qingchen moved a little closer to this warmth.In a daze, the person holding him put down the knife and embraced him tenderly.

The broad palm stroked his back one by one.The movements are cautious and affectionate, without the slightest hint of emotion.

Song Qingchen actually had a good night's sleep in this dank cell.

This sleep was so peaceful that when Song Qingchen woke up, he still thought that person was still with him.

"Your Highness!"

Song Qingchen was awakened by a spirited greeting.

Song Qingchen suddenly remembered that the phrase "Your Highness" did not refer to him.

He opened his eyes sleepily, and saw that a brown robe and a soft pillow were messed up on the plank bed—things that he didn't have before he fell asleep.The appointment was specially brought by "Yu Cheng" before he left.

Then, Song Yu appeared outside the cell.

"Open the door." Song Yu's voice was lazy and leisurely, and his expression was rather haughty, which seemed to be unkind.

"This...the subordinates don't have keys." The young Jin Yiwei was troubled. "The three keys were taken away by the Commander. I specifically explained that you need to report to him first when you visit this room."

Song Yu said displeased: "Yu Cheng saw me and knelt down to worship. If I want to see a prisoner, I have to get his consent?" Song Yu wiped the tray on which there was a small wine jug and a wine glass.

"Go and tell Yu Cheng that I am the one visiting the prison." Song Yu's eyes fell on the new lock, "Break it open."

"Your Highness, Your Highness..." The two young Jin Yiwei knelt down on the ground, faltering, and did not immediately carry out Song Yu's order.

Song Yu said calmly, "Unlock the lock. Just break it if you don't have a key."

In the end, these two people still didn't dare to disobey him, got up angrily, found a hammer and smashed it.After a few bang bang bangs, there was a crisp sound of jingling bells, and the lock that Yu Chengjia had smashed was broken.

Song Yu swaggered into the cell.

Song Qingchen looked at him indifferently, "Fourth Uncle," this is asking the weasel to give the chicken New Year's greetings, but Song Qingchen didn't want to argue with him, "Fourth Uncle is a distinguished guest, please 'sit up'."

Song Qingchen moved aside to make room for Song Yu.Song Yu put the tray down, and took out another post from his pocket.

"This wine has a good name, it's called 'Yi Yao Hong Chen'. After my nephew has copied this post, I can go on the road with peace of mind." Song Yu came over with the poisoned wine, but said it lightly.

Song Qingchen couldn't help laughing.Co-authoring and transmigrating a book once, can't live without a sip of poisoned wine?

But Song Qingchen didn't recognize this evil.

"I said last time that I want to see He Yuan before I go to the ground." Song Qingchen looked at Song Yu with a half-smile.

Let me see where you go and conjure He Yuan for me.

Song Yu probably didn't expect that his little nephew was actually an infatuated kind.He sneered, and said slowly: "If He Yuan wants to see you, he should have come long ago."

"Is it because he doesn't want to see me, or is it that fourth uncle wants to hide in the golden house?" Song Qingchen asked with great interest.

When death is imminent, he also wants to challenge this villain.I'm about to go offline anyway, I'm too lazy to wait any longer, I have to pretend to beep one last time.

In front of him are He Yuan's husband, wife, and Bai Yueguang.

Song Qingchen was hugged tenderly last night.Who is holding him, needless to say.Now that he looked at Song Yu's face, he felt strongly dissatisfied.

This is a matter of a man's dignity, and he will never admit defeat.

I don't know if it was because of possessiveness, but after what happened last night, Song Qingchen believed that He Yuan was Song Qingchen's person.Hehe, who doesn't have a temper?

"I'm afraid even Fourth Uncle doesn't know where He Yuan is." Song Qingchen smiled slightly, his eyes full of provocation.

Song Yu's expression froze for a moment, but he immediately changed into a cunning expression, "How can our past be compared with that of my nephew in just a few days?"

"Oh?" Song Qingchen said in a strange tone, "every beauty has an old age. It was He Wencun back then, so I ask fourth uncle to enlighten me."

To kill someone, start with age.

The fourth uncle is handsome and looks like he is in his early twenties.Presumably he must be extremely concerned about his appearance.

"I'm afraid my nephew will be unhappy after hearing this." The fourth uncle said mercilessly.

Song Qingchen sat upright again, and said slowly: "I don't know much about his past. Whether it was good or bad, I want to know now. Why is it 'unhappy'?"

Across the dilapidated wooden table, the two looked at each other like swords.

Heh, before I die, I want to see what kind of god He Yuan, Bai Yueguang, is.