Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

The iron hoof stepped into Nailao, the sound of gurgling water gradually approached, and suddenly there was the muffled sound of stepping on the roots of old trees.The sound came from all directions, and He Yuan was not sure which direction to run away.

"Get on the horse first," He Yuan said in a low voice, "Quick!"

Song Qingchen didn't follow suit immediately.He didn't move, thought for a while, and said firmly: "No, they want me to be useful. You should go first, and then lead your troops to serve the king."

He Yuan clenched the steel knife tightly, turned his head a little funny, and snorted: "I guess there are hundreds of them here. You really have confidence in me."

He Yuan was right.Before he finished speaking, black and red shadows of people and horses appeared in the lush forest.It's getting denser and denser, like a tide, quickly caged towards them.

Song Qingchen's eyeballs quickly turned left and right, and his face completely sank.

"Song Qingchen, believe it or not, I'm going to die here?" He Yuan looked at the figure not far away, and suddenly smiled.

Although the words in his mouth were about going to death, his body was honestly in a posture, slightly lowered, ready to go, like a ferocious beast about to be released from its cage.

Song Qingchen said calmly: "I don't believe it."

He Yuanren didn't look back, and asked jokingly, "Why don't you believe me?" The ending sound trembled inexplicably.

"Earlier, when we passed the official road, there was an old man carrying a shoulder pole." Song Qingchen took two steps forward, "Before your horse bumped into him, he lifted the pole by himself, and the herbs were scattered However, the passers-by at that time all looked at us, and no one noticed the old man in the sackcloth bunt.”

While speaking, there was another impatient sound of horseshoes coming from behind him.The hoofbeats were not scattered, but orderly, a muffled roar.It seems to be a formally organized army, and its style of riding is different from that of elites like Jin Yiwei.

Song Qingchen searched for the sound, turned back to He Yuan and confirmed: "The old man carrying the shoulder pole is your informant. If you have any accidents, he will go to Dongdaying to deliver a letter to Yu Cheng. Am I right?"

The Jin Yiwei in front had surrounded them, and the horse's head was within one mile of them.He Yuan tensed his body, but he did not forget to tease: "It may be true to say that you are a fairy in disguise."

A red shadow suddenly rushed out of the forest and ran straight towards the two of them.The speed is extremely fast, like an arrow off the string!He Yuan didn't move, as if he was secretly calculating the distance, so that he could strike with his hands.

Just as the Jin Yiwei was approaching and was about to run in front of them, several whistling whistles sounded from behind, and the horse under the Jin Yiwei's foot jerked violently, shaking its head and neighing in pain.Only then did he see that the horse had been shot in the chest by an arrow!

With the sound of shouting and killing, the reinforcements from the East Camp had arrived, but they were all wearing coarse cloth bunts and did not reveal their true identities.

Song Qingchen couldn't help squinting, and saw that the leader was the old man who carried the shoulder pole on the official road today!

"My lord, get on your horse! I'll wait for cover—!"

The "old man" shouted loudly, and the team behind also set up their bows and arrows.

He Yuan turned around to run, but suddenly staggered.He paused for a moment before he managed to stabilize his body, and quickly carried Song Qingchen onto the horse.They turned around and rushed into the Dong Daying team, the team immediately gave way to let him go first, and then confronted Jin Yiwei who was chasing up.

Immediately behind, there was a mess of knives and arrows.

As the horse galloped, Song Qingchen gradually couldn't hear those human voices and the sound of sabers, only the whistling wind and He Yuan's shortness of breath remained in his ears.

The target had been exposed on the left and right, and the two of them didn't look for cover anymore, but went north without stopping, bypassing the Imperial Army camp and heading for the East Camp.

After rushing out of the woods not too far, they walked to a vast plain, but after walking for a while, a group of elite riders stood in front of them, blocking their way.

Song Qingchen's heart tightened, and he hurriedly turned his head and said, "Someone is blocking the way! He Yuan!" However, his shoulders suddenly sank, and He Yuan had already passed out!

Song Qingchen hurriedly broke away his hand holding the rein, shook off the rein, and was about to turn around and choose another way to escape.When he was looking at the Jingqi in front of him in fear, he suddenly realized that the leader's figure was very familiar!It was Yu Cheng, he brought someone to meet him!

"Come on! He's injured! It looks like he's been taken some anesthetic!" Song Qingchen shouted anxiously forward, fearing that He Yuan would just fall to the ground.While shouting, he raised his hand to hold He Yuan's shoulder.He just felt that he couldn't control the balance, and the black lima under him shook his mane a little irritably after being twisted by him, and the four hooves of his feet walked on the spot without any order.

He Yuan was already a little bit listless, presumably the anesthetic on the arrow cluster had taken effect.

Yu Cheng rode his horse and ran towards Song Qingchen, reining in the reins saying "Woo--".He bowed quickly to Song Qingchen first, then checked He Yuan's injuries.Then two more cavalry came, they supported He Yuan, moved him to another brown horse, and carried him forward slowly.

However, Yu Cheng's complexion was not very good. He twisted the rein twice in his hand, frowned and said to Song Qingchen: "My lord, I cut his pulse, it seems to be poisoned. It's not an ordinary anesthetic."

Song Qingchen immediately changed his face and looked towards He Yuan.At this moment, he found that his face was completely drained of blood, his lips were pale, and his arms were hanging limply beside him, making him look extremely haggard.Taking a closer look, a large mass of blood had already smeared on the chest, staining the crimson cloth in a large wet area.There was also a mass of wet blood stains on his back, which smeared on the robe.

"How did it become like this?! It was fine just now!" Song Qingchen said, wanting to ride his horse over to check.

Yu Cheng hurriedly stopped him and said, "He may have locked the acupuncture points secretly just now, so that you won't notice." Yu Cheng said while driving the horse in the middle, "My lord, Mr. He is a fierce and spirited horse. Get closer! I'm worried that it will become agitated when it senses something different from its owner. Then you won't be able to control it."

Song Qingchen secretly recalled that He Yuan was indeed leaning against the tree to breathe, with cold sweat dripping from his head.It didn't look sleepy at all, but rather like enduring some kind of pain.

Song Qingchen was completely ignorant of medical skills, and he had no choice but to nod his head, twisting the reins nervously.

"My lord, let's go back to the camp first, and send a military doctor to take a look at him." After Yu Cheng finished speaking, he seemed to remember something, and began to unbutton his clothes.

Song Qingchen hadn't come back to his senses yet, and only caught a glimpse of the person next to him taking off his coat, revealing his white shirt, and then he turned his head suddenly and said in surprise, "You... what are you doing?"

Yu Cheng's eyes dodged, and without a word, he just handed over the outer robe he had just taken off.

Song Qingchen looked over suspiciously, and noticed that there was a shy expression on his face. Then he suddenly remembered that he was already wearing a middle coat, and he tore some fabric off when bandaging He Yuan...

At this moment, my clothes are disheveled, my heart is open, and I am out of place.After a lot of tossing on the horse again, the bun has long been loose, and he must be in a mess.

Song Qingchen was stunned, then took the clothes Yu Cheng handed over, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Yu Cheng froze, like a piece of wood.He lowered his head, not daring to lift it up, he just replied in a low voice: "Subordinate... the duty lies, the lord needs no thanks."

Song Qingchen was anxious, although he thanked Yu Cheng, he didn't intend to say more to him: "Hurry up and go to the camp, He Yuan has been holding on for a long time, I'm afraid..." His tone had cooled down at the end.

He thought for a while, then raised his head suddenly - he should have discovered that something was wrong with He Yuan long ago!He faltered when he got on his horse at last, why was he so sleepy? !What captures a beast alive? !How could you believe his nonsense!

"Quick, go back quickly..."

Seeing his sad face, Yu Cheng ordered a cavalryman to ride alongside the horse carrying He Yuan.With the crisp sound of whips, a small group of people rushed on the yellow ground.

The grass is sparsely spread on the plain, which has an indescribable sense of desolation.The sun was scorching above the head, and the sweat from people's foreheads disappeared in the wind in a short time.The skin is still damp, and the yellow dust is sticky.Song Qingchen pursed his lips, only feeling that something grainy had entered his mouth, as if his face was covered with yellow sand.

He couldn't help freeing up a hand and wiped his face, only to see a brown stain on the cuff.

Song Qingchen looked sideways at the horse carrying He Yuan, and he suddenly thought - what kind of life did He Yuan live in northern Xinjiang all these years?

When he arrived at Daying, Yu Cheng directly called for a stretcher to carry He Yuan into the commander's tent.Passing soldiers gathered one after another:

"The Governor?!"

"What's wrong with the Governor!"

"The governor is injured——!"

Hearing the yelling, more people rushed over with concern, and a crowd of soldiers gathered in front of the camp in an instant.

Yu Cheng drank them away and made way for He Yuan to breathe.It's just that He Yuan is already unconscious at the moment, no matter how Song Qingchen calls him or pats him, he seems to be unconscious.Sweat was pouring out of his forehead, and Song Qingchen pressed the back of his hand to it, but it was extremely hot.

"Call the military doctor to command the account!" Yu Cheng shouted to the side, and pulled Song Qingchen away, "My lord, don't touch him yet, wait for the military doctor to come."

Then the two pawns lifted the stretcher one after the other, and walked quickly to the commander's tent.

Song Qingchen was a little dazed until now, he couldn't help thinking in his heart: If King Jing had already gone offline, He Yuan wouldn't have to take risks to save him, let alone be poisoned...

Thinking this way in his heart, he followed him recklessly, all the way to the commander's tent.

They placed He Yuan on a couch with a bamboo mat. The iron arrow still on his chest swayed from side to side as his body moved.Song Qingchen couldn't help lying on the side of the couch, looking at him steadfastly, sometimes firmly believing that he would not die, sometimes feeling that he was dying, and being in a daze for a while.

Not for a moment, the curtain was lifted by someone.The dazzling sunlight slanted in and just hit He Yuan's chest.The gold embroidered thread of the flying fish suit was dazzling, Song Qingchen could only squint his eyes, and turned to look at the door.

To Song Qingchen's surprise, the military doctor turned out to be a very young man, thin and thin, but with bare eyes.He came in without greeting anyone, and went straight to He Yuan's side.

"Please move away." The military doctor had a hot temper and a bad tone.But thinking of him coming to treat patients and save lives, Song Qingchen obediently got up and went to stand beside him.

Unexpectedly, the military doctor took out a dagger from the medicine box, and without even thinking about it, he wanted to stab He Yuan in the stomach!

"Stop--! You quack!! Liar!" Song Qingchen stared round, strode over, and grabbed his wrist.

With his understanding of modern society, he doesn't think such an approach can help.

However, Song Qingchen was tired all the way, and now his blood was surging again, his eyes immediately darkened, and he was about to fall to the ground.

Yu Cheng looked at Song Qingchen in astonishment, and hurried over to support him.

Song Qingchen took a breather, and barely looked up.It seems that they have long been accustomed to this method of diagnosis and treatment, and they trust this military doctor very much.

The military doctor was so angry that he threw away the dagger, and said angrily, "If you know how to cure, you can treat it! I, Qiu Dali, have never seen you so reckless! He is dying, can't you see?" come out?!"

Song Qingchen was stunned by his yelling.Only then did I realize that this small world does not have any advanced medical skills, and I can only rely on some traditional Chinese medicine, at most folk remedies.

Realizing that he had lost his composure, Song Qingchen hastily bowed his hands. He, a prince, even apologized to this little military doctor: "I'm sorry, I was agitated at the moment, so I offended you...Please do your best to diagnose and treat him..."

In this small world, Song Qingchen never bowed his head to anyone, except for this skinny and arrogant little military doctor, he bowed and bowed, and even forgot who he was.

But the military doctor didn't appreciate it, he obviously didn't know who Song Qingchen was.He didn't have any intention of forgiving Song Qingchen, he just stared at Song Qingchen fiercely, then flung his sleeves and snorted coldly, and continued to observe He Yuan.

Yu Cheng watched all this from the side, his mouth opened wide in surprise.