Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

It was not the first time that the guards defending the capital had encountered such a scene.

Jin Yiwei's order was like a holy order, a group of people yelled loudly and dispersed the common people who entered and left the city gate.The common people were still hesitating to avoid the side, only to see that the guards had picked up their spears and aimed at the horse's head.The heavy suspension bridge behind him was creaking upwards.

The captain of the guard was even more experienced. He pulled out his long knife and turned around with a murderous look in his eyes.Looking at his posture, it seemed as if he wanted to cut off the horse's front hooves!

"Get out of the way!" Song Qingchen could only yell at them.

He Yuan had sensed the intention of the chief guard, he led the reins with his left hand, and threw the dagger with his right hand.Song Qingchen didn't see it clearly, but saw that the guard officer staggered back, and the steel knife had already fallen to the ground.

Although the war horse was extremely brave, it was blocked by Lin Li's spears and neighed.Song Qingchen was in a panic, and hurriedly grabbed the mane of his neck, and managed to stabilize his balance so that he would not fall off the horse.

"Whoever stops me will die!" He Yuan shouted angrily!He leaned over and snatched a spear from the guard, and swept away the guards blocking the horse in front of him.

The horse listened to the order, as if its blood was aroused, its eyes were red, and it ran away.Then He Yuan gave another command, and it jumped onto the suspension bridge with all four hooves in the air.

The suspension bridge was still retracting, and the slope was already extremely steep, and it seemed that the horse would not be able to climb it.

It's over!Song Qingchen didn't have time to react, he just grabbed the horse's mane tightly, his pupils constricted, and his eyes focused on the end of the suspension bridge.The heavy shadow of the suspension bridge gradually climbed up and was about to cover them.

He Yuan dismounted immediately and lightened his load.As soon as the horse was light, it seized the opportunity, jumped over the suspension bridge, and landed on the other side of the moat vigorously.

There was a sudden void behind him, Song Qingchen looked back in panic, and saw He Yuan stabbing the ground with a long spear, jumping up to the end of the suspension bridge in three steps, and using his strength to jump again, like a falcon hunting for prey, he fell back steadily on the horse.

Everything happens in an instant.

The horse neighed sharply when he hit it, but its hind hoofs only slightly bent, and after being cushioned for a while, it galloped again.This series of movements, one person and one horse are extremely familiar, and the tacit understanding is incomparable.

Song Qingchen felt all this in shock, and there was a buzzing in his ears.I just felt as if I saw the heroic figure of the major general on the battlefield.

The suspension bridge was retracted, but it was able to stop people, so the guard had to give another order and put it down quickly.But as soon as this happened, Jin Yiwei, who was chasing after him, was delayed.

Taking advantage of this gap, He Yuan hastily rode his horse westward.The two men galloped past like a black shadow, throwing dust all over the dirt road outside the city wall.

The old man who was carrying the shoulder pole ran away in panic, but it was too late, the pole was overturned in the blink of an eye, and the herbs were scattered all over the ground.Pedestrians covered their mouths and noses one after another, coughing slightly.A gleam of light suddenly flashed in the old man's eyes, and while no one was looking, he laid the pole across the road.

The people and horses have been gone for a long time, but the dust has not cleared.

The summer wind gently blew across a messy dirt road, and the old man squatted down and slowly picked up the herbs.He secretly raised his eyes and looked at the tower in the distance.

Jin Yiwei arrived as expected, but the old man squatted in the middle of the road to block, slowly picked up things, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "I don't have eyes—I don't have eyes—I'm stepping on the medicinal materials of the little old man!"

"Get out of the way! Beizhen Fu's office!" The leader, Jin Yiwei, yelled violently on the horse from a long distance away.

The old man suddenly sat down on the ground and began to cry: "Little old man's medicinal materials, medicinal materials...pay me for the medicinal materials..." The crying had already overwhelmed Jin Yiwei's yelling.

The passers-by around didn't know why, so they gathered in the middle of the road to watch.For a while, the road was blocked.The wormwood on both sides of the road is half the height of a person, and it is very difficult to walk a horse.

Jin Yiwei's iron hooves had arrived, and he yelled for a long time before dismissing the passers-by.However, the old man with a shoulder pole is still playing tricks in the middle of the road.In desperation, the two Jin Yiwei got off their horses cursing and drew their knives to threaten him, but they did not deter him at all.

The two had no choice but to carry the old man away and throw him in the haystack by the roadside.Only then did the group of people continue to chase westward.

He Yuan closed his eyes and sat on the root of a big banyan tree, a lot of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he was panting continuously.The steel knife was slanted by his side, and in the gloom, the blade shone with a cold light.

The two temporarily hid in the west of the city, in a dense and deep forest, which was convenient for hiding.

"How are you?" Song Qingchen staggered over and shook his right shoulder slightly.

Unexpectedly, He Yuan grabbed the knife suddenly, cut another cut on his arm, and then managed to open his eyes.

"What are you doing?!" Song Qingchen squatted down hurriedly, wanting to check his injuries.

He Yuan's eyelids trembled, and his left hand pointed weakly at the iron arrow stuck in his chest: "The arrow is coated with something. This thing can make the beast fall asleep, making it easier for people to capture it alive. That's why I'm so tired, I always feel like I'm about to fall asleep."

Song Qingchen looked down and saw that his left arm was covered with sticky blood, his heart was cold, and he said worriedly: "Your arm is already injured like this, why bother..."

"Bring the wine, the wine bag is hanging next to the saddle." He Yuan tried his best to smile, and his eyes fell on the black horse beside him, "These are all flesh wounds, not the muscles and bones, so don't worry."

Seeing that he was very sleepy, Song Qingchen hesitated for a moment, got up and rummaged in the saddle, and came back with the wine bag.The feet are wet and slippery, and the ground is covered with moss and strange-shaped mushrooms.Song Qingchen walked slowly and carefully, his face full of worry.

He Yuan took the wine, bit down the cork with his teeth, and spat aside.He tilted his head back and gulped it first, took a last sip, and sprayed it on his left arm.He had already lifted up his sleeves, and after this spray, the hideous knife wound was clearly exposed, and the half-condensed blood mixed with the wine, bubbling a few blood bubbles.He tilted his arms, and the wine mixed with blood slowly dripped down, dripping onto the ground.

Soon, apart from the wound on his forearm, there was only a pale red mark left.During this period, He Yuan's face remained unchanged, and he never even frowned.

If it wasn't for the aroma of wine already wafting out, Song Qingchen would have wondered if it was a bag of clean water.Just watching from the sidelines, Song Qingchen could already imagine the severe stinging pain.He couldn't help but frowned, his expression became unnatural, and he stared fixedly at He Yuan.

Noticing the scorching gaze, He Yuan suddenly raised his head and met Song Qingchen's gaze.He smiled awkwardly, and said embarrassingly: "... I am a rough person after all, with a lot of bad habits, I am laughing at you."

"That's not what I meant..." Song Qingchen hastily explained, and then moved closer, his eyes still lingering on his wound, his face full of panic, "There is no stain on my shirt, I tore it up and bandaged it for you?"

After hearing this, He Yuan's eyes turned slightly, and he suddenly said with a smirk: "It's not right."

Song Qingchen's face darkened immediately, as if provocative, he took his knife and cut off his clothes.

He looked down at He Yuan, held half of the skirt in his mouth, and pulled the other half of the cloth.

The tight lines are half hidden with his movements, the skin is slightly pale under the shade of the banyan tree, and the texture extends all the way down, hidden in the waistband of his trousers.One can't help but want to peel it off to see what is under the silk trousers.

The eyes of the two collided fiercely, as if they were about to spark a fire.With the sound of cloth being torn, the two regained their senses a little.Song Qingchen put the torn silk cloth on He Yuan's forearm, then put the knife under his arm, and went to tie his clothes.

Bian Shu asked with a half-smile, "Have you seen enough?"

He Yuan didn't move his eyes, curled his lips, stared at him, and replied calmly: "No."

The softness in Song Qingchen's eyes had not faded, but he put the long knife on the side of He Yuan's neck, then his face changed, and he said coldly: "What have you and Song Yu done?"

He Yuan was stunned by his sudden question, and then he couldn't laugh or cry: "...God is above! If I, He Yuan, touch a single hair of his, I will be His Highness King Jing's ghost."

Song Qingchen still looked at him with a frosty face, without removing the steel knife, "Then why did he say that you have a skin relationship with him?"

"He..." He Yuan was at a loss for words, and after thinking for a moment, he smiled and said, "Anyway, He Junzhi can testify about this matter! He was also my personal entourage when we were in the uncle's residence. When we arrived at Daying, You can ask him directly."

Only then did Song Qingchen remove the knife, "You'd better tell the truth." With a muffled clang, he threw the knife on the ground and walked over muffled, intending to bandage the wound on He Yuan's forearm.

After being washed by the spirits, the wound did not ooze blood for the time being, leaving only a horrible cut.It can be seen from the knife edge that Song Yu really made a cruel move.

While Song Qingchen felt distressed, he couldn't help gloating.

"You 'sir' are really cruel." Song Qingchen had a mocking smile on his lips, but his hands were gentle.

"He always likes to calculate in his heart, and he can't talk about the truth. To me, whether it was before or now, it's just taking advantage of me." He Yuan said cautiously, for fear that any words would make Song Qingchen unhappy.

Song Qingchen didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, he deliberately changed the topic and asked, "Going to Dongdaying, why are we going west?"

"There are still imperial troops stationed in the middle. I don't know if it's an enemy or a friend. It's too dangerous to go there rashly. So go west first, and then go north." He Yuan comforted him in a warm voice, "Don't worry, this place is very hidden and easy. Lost, safe for the time being. Wait until nightfall before setting off.”

Song Qingchen still lowered his head, fiddling with his forearm.The cloth was wrapped neatly and meticulously by him, and I don't know if he listened to those words or not.

Seeing his earnest appearance, He Yuan suddenly said: "Qing Chen, you..." He intentionally blurred the last few words.

"Ok?"

Song Qingchen was moving, and just tied a knot, only to hear that the person in front of him seemed to be weak, and he couldn't even speak clearly.Immediately, he frowned slightly, raised his head unpreparedly, and moved closer, trying to hear what he said clearly.

As soon as he leaned forward, a warm and wet touch suddenly hit his lips, and a hand pressed on his back immediately, pressing him into his arms.

He Yuan's breathing still carried the remaining breath of the strong liquor just now, and it was forced into his brain along with his crossed necks.The leaves above the head swayed gently with the breeze, and the sparse light and shadow cast down, falling on people's faces was not stable, making people's faces warm and cold.

Consciousness gradually became hazy, and in a trance, Song Qingchen raised his hand to touch the side cheek of the person in front of him, brushing his sharp brow bone with his fingertips.

Just as he was about to forget his feelings, a sudden neigh woke them up.Looking up, I saw He Yuan's black lima horse pawing its front hooves anxiously, panting heavily, neighing repeatedly, and flicking its tail quickly.

He Yuan picked up the steel knife vigilantly, identifying the movement around him.

hooves--

It was actually coming from all directions, and it was gradually approaching.

They were surrounded.

Song Qingchen couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Didn't you say it was safe?"