Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Song Qingchen was dazed by his yelling.

I was extremely tired yesterday.Before dawn, he was woken up by the sound of practice outside, and a bad star came over who didn't like him.

Song Qingchen was about to argue with him, but when he looked up, he found that Qiu Dali's face was completely red.

Like a crab just out of the pan, the color is very bright from the face to the neck.

Suddenly remembered that Qiu Dali seemed to be young.

Maybe he has been in the border for a long time, and he looks like a vicissitudes of life. Now that he looks carefully, he seems to be... fifteen or sixteen years old?

or smaller.

He wore a turban on his head, and a thick cloth that literati often wear on his body.So the small medicine box he was carrying seemed a bit heavy.

Even so, at this moment, his right hand was still firmly pressed against his eyes.

Could it be that this kid has been staying in the military camp and hasn't seen any "big scenes"?That's why he felt that the scene on the bed made him extremely ashamed?

This kid is funny...

Song Qingchen expected that he didn't dare to put his hands down, so he quickly put on his shirt and trousers.Then he turned over carefully and got out of bed, walked over slowly with his shoes on and said:

"Get dressed and open your eyes."

Qiu Dali didn't move his hand away immediately, but only slightly separated his middle finger and ring finger, revealing a thin slit, as if peeping out from inside.Seeing that he was really wearing clothes, he put down his hands, cleared his throat in embarrassment and said:

"You, you... you better not do anything! The governor is still in a coma, and you can't... you can't have sex. Don't force him!"

The color on Qiu Dali's face was still there, his eyeballs looked up and down at this "little guy", as if he wanted to see some traces of last night.

Of course, with Qiu Dali's "experience", he couldn't see any clues.After watching for a while, he looked away resentfully, and muttered:

"...how did you grow up like this?"

Song Qingchen: "..."

Song Qingchen secretly pondered in his heart whether this was a compliment or a detriment to him.After all, Qiu Dali's speaking style is always weird and unpredictable.However, maybe this is the so-called "geek"?

Alas... let him go.This is another master with a strange brain circuit.

Qiu Dali stretched out his head to look at the big bamboo couch. While looking, he approached the bamboo couch, and said casually:

"I...I want to change the dressing for the governor. He is heavy, help me call two soldiers to help him."

Song Qingchen hummed, ready to go out and call someone.But he didn't know who to call, and his feet became a little hesitant.Just as he was about to find Yu Cheng, he heard Qiu Dali shout behind him:

"...Wait! Come back!"

Qiu Dali put down the medicine box, walked over and said, "...Forget it, I'll go! Don't go out and wander around!"

Qiu Dali actually had a worried look on his face.

What are you worried about?Are you worried that he will fall into the jaws of a tiger... It's really rare.

Song Qingchen didn't want to have any friction with him - it wasn't that he couldn't, but that he was too tired.So Song Qingchen stopped obediently, as if he was really a humble young man who had just been "redempted" by their governor, and then encountered an accident.

It was just bought by the patron's father, who was seriously injured and lay down flat.

Oh, what a joke.

It is estimated that Qiu Dali probably thought that He Yuan would "redeem him" because he was not close to beauty.

It can be seen that in Qiu Dali's heart, the "governor" is like a god.

Not long after, Qiu Dali came over with two strong men in light armor.As soon as the two men came in, their eyes lingered on Song Qingchen, and they exchanged glances in secret a few times, and suddenly there was a rough smile on their faces.

Song Qingchen looked at them vigilantly, still standing upright.

Qiu Dali turned around and was about to talk to Song Qingchen, when he saw the smiling faces of the two strong men, he immediately reprimanded dissatisfiedly: "What are you laughing at! The governor is lying down, and you are laughing?! Do you still have a conscience!?"

The two strong men hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to show any expression.

Song Qingchen silently watched this scene——

Oh, Qiu Dali's fighting power is quite good.

During the days when He Yuan was lying down, Song Qingchen decided to temporarily give up the title of "King of Talking" to Qiu Dali.

The fact that Qiu Dali can have such prestige further shows that he still has a way of treating diseases.Otherwise, he would have been offline long ago if he was so arrogant.

Thinking of this, Song Qingchen felt relieved.

"You!" Qiu Dali looked at him, and pointed to the small bamboo couch in the distance, "...You can't help me from left to right. If you're sleepy, go to sleep!"

Song Qingchen was about to thank him for his thoughtfulness, but he heard Qiu Dali continue: "It's strange to be in the way here."

Song Qingchen: "..."

Song Qingchen finally moved to a distance, but he was no longer sleepy, and his eyes were wide open, watching them remove the gauze and change the dressing.He pulled the thin quilt on the couch to cover it.

The gauze was removed one by one, and He Yuan's scarred body was exposed again, and the arrow wounds gradually appeared.Like a dark red blood hole, nailed to his right chest, it looks very hideous.

But Qiu Dali regards the "Governor" as a dead object, with a deadpan expression on his face, skillfully handling the wound.

Song Qingchen looked at it for a while, and felt that his movements were so smooth that he felt a little drowsy.

When his eyelids were clenched and he was about to fall asleep, Song Qingchen sat up abruptly, opened his eyes and looked towards He Yuan.He didn't want to miss any details about changing the dressing, but he couldn't say why.

Suddenly, Qiu Dali stopped his movements, put his ear on it, and called out in a low voice: "Governor?"

Seeing this scene, Song Qingchen's eyes were instantly clear!

he woke up? !

Song Qingchen hurriedly lifted the thin quilt from his body, strode over and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

The two strong men were still supporting him, while Qiu Dali stared at him with a strange expression.

"He... Doctor Qiu, what's wrong with him?" Song Qingchen was tormented by their reaction and became dizzy.

Qiu Dali was checking his pulse again, and after a while, he said to himself with empty eyes:

"It shouldn't be, why is the situation getting worse..."

Song Qingchen listened carefully. After he realized that this was a terrible sentence, he turned around and looked at Qiu Dali.

Song Qingchen's eyes were full of hatred, but he didn't make a move. He still suppressed his anger and waited for the liar to explain.

However, Qiu Dali also had a puzzled look on his face. He lowered his head to feel his pulse after speaking. He didn't have much time to breathe before raising his head again and looking at He Yuan's face, his gaze was very probing.

Qiu Dali still held on to his pulse, but he was in a daze thinking about something.

"...You bring a bowl of water." Qiu Dali confessed to Song Qingchen without turning his head.

Song Qingshen saw that the three of them were occupying their hands, so he had no choice but to get water silently.Even walking is restless, very anxious.

But he said in his heart: is it still useful to feed water?

He just poured water out of his unsteady mind, but when he turned around, he found that Qiu Dali was still listening to him, as if he was listening to He Yuan's words.

"Is he awake?" Song Qingchen didn't care about pouring water anymore, and ran over in three steps at a time, asking softly, "Did he talk just now?"

Song Qingchen felt as if he was being fried in a pan, even without oil, and the fried skin would stick to the pan.

He bent down uncomfortably, then immediately straightened up, staring at He Yuan's pale face, trying to see some vitality from above.For a while, he grabbed another hand and shook it slightly, as if he was possessed by a demon.

However, Qiu Dali ignored all his moods.

Qiu Dali didn't answer this question, but asked Lishi to tie up the gauze.Then he silently put away his things and closed the lid of the small medicine box.

Qiu Dali stood up, his eyes dodging, "Uh, he...he's dying. You can talk to him again, maybe he still has some hazy consciousness and can hear your voice."

After Song Qingchen listened, all the expressions on his face froze.He was as stiff as a stone, as if something had stabbed into his brain, and there was a buzzing in his ears for a while.

impossible!He was breathing evenly last night...

When Song Qingchen came back to his senses, Qiu Dali had already stepped out of the tent, leaving a hurried back.

Song Qingchen looked at the back, and the light outside, his mind collapsed and he lost the ability to distinguish.

He wanted to chase Qiu Dali, how is this possible?But suddenly remembered that Qiu Dali said to talk to people quickly, and he still had a weak consciousness.

Song Qingchen stopped for a while, not knowing whether to chase after Qiu Dali, or to look back at He Yuan.He was still in a daze, unable to accept it, but also full of fear.His chest trembled uncontrollably.

When the rampant emotions in his heart gradually stabilized, Fang Jue's eyes filled with enthusiasm.

He can't do it, he can't do it...

But why did Qiu Dali look like that when he left the account?Song Qingchen was dubious, he staggered back to the couch, staring at He Yuan's still pale face, he couldn't help but put his hand on his neck, trying to feel his pulse.

But the weak pulse was irrelevant, but Song Qingchen only felt the endless breath of death.

Is he really going to die?

This is really unbelievable and unbelievable!

People who were still laughing and cursing two days ago, riding horses and picking guns, are about to perish at this moment...

Song Qingchen held that hand, it was still extremely cold, not like the temperature of a living person.

Thinking of this, suddenly unable to control the expression on his face, Xu Xu lowered his head ferociously and lay on his chest, trying to find the heartbeat he should have.

In the past, I always felt that a man would not flick his tears lightly, but now these words seem to be bullshit.

While sobbing, he suddenly heard a faint coughing sound. Song Qingchen stood up abruptly, stopped breathing, and stared fixedly at the person on the bed.

Holding my breath for a moment, I noticed that the person's eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was movement like a flash of light!

"...He Yuan, wake up, wake up!"

Song Qingchen resisted the urge to shake him, fearing that the last bit of anger in him would also be lost.

……

Maybe it's God's innocent mercy.

The man finally opened his eyes at an extremely slow speed.

Song Qingchen quickly leaned over, lowered his head and stared at the pair of eyes, only to see that the light in the eyes was slack, without the slightest focus!

It suddenly occurred to me that the first thing to dilate before death is the pupil.

……

he died……?

Unexpectedly, the man's thin lips trembled slightly, and he said with difficulty:

"You are……?"

……

He is...?

Song Qingchen's expression was completely still, and he quickly thought about what happened to him.

He lost his memory?

Like all goofy plots...has he lost his memory? !

At least now he looked at his own gaze, as if looking at a stranger he had never met before, full of alienation, doubts, and temptations.

So he saved his life?But amnesia? !

Either way, just live.

Song Qingchen had just experienced a great grief, and he was no longer energetic at this moment.He leaned against the edge of the couch, his lips and teeth still trembling slightly.

After a while, seeing that this person showed no sign of death, he opened his mouth slowly, with a very hoarse voice: "You...you are sick, and it doesn't matter if you don't remember who I am. The days are still long, and you can always..."

But I couldn't continue talking.

"..."

"..."

It was extremely quiet in the tent, and the sky outside was getting brighter.The morning light streamed into the tent, creating a sense of peace.

Song Qingchen stabilized his mind, and was going to ask Qiu Dali for another pulse diagnosis.Just as he was about to stand up, his left arm was grabbed by a hand.

Song Qingchen turned his head in horror——

I saw this person's face was pale, he was gasping for breath, and he uttered a word with difficulty:

"I know you, you are my wife."

Although he was weak all over his body, his eyes were shining brightly, like stars in the sky.After finishing speaking, he reluctantly smiled at him and added:

"Are you scared? Qiu Dali is too young to act."

……

There was a dead silence in the tent that tormented the mind.

……

"You fucking..."

Song Qingchen gritted his teeth, wishing he could make two holes in his face.

Regardless of whether this person was going to die or not, he raised his hand and punched him in the face.