Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Perhaps this denial was too direct, He Yuan was questioning the authenticity of this sentence.

Song Qingchen felt the strength on his shoulders go down a little, and the pain and coercion also dissipated a lot.

If He Yuan can't be restrained today, life will not be easy in the future.He must have thought that the "dirty" I said was because he had touched it.In addition, today, I have changed my behavior from the original owner again, which made him think that I was playing tricks on him, and that's why I became annoyed?

Song Qingchen suppressed his emotions and weighed in his heart.

The wine is strong and courageous, Song Qingchen is not a weak bone.Since the wolf took the claws first, he must not let this opportunity pass.

Song Qingchen moved two steps away, flicked his robe sleeves, and lowered his face:

"Zhuzi," Song Qingchen tilted his chin slightly, and said arrogantly, "How can you and this king be allowed to make trouble like this in Duke Ying's mansion?"

Not even bothering to call him by his name, which is downright contemptuous.

He Yuan looked at Song Qingchen in the sunlight, as if he was also weighing something.Song Qingchen didn't change his expression, his face still had a condescending attitude, but his heart felt guilty.

each other silent.

After a few breaths, He Yuan seemed to have weighed it properly, and put on that cynical look again, and said with an apologetic smile:

"It's just a dirty handkerchief, why should the lord get angry." He Yuan bowed casually, as if he wasn't the one who did it just now.

Song Qingchen saw that he didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore, so he became more courageous, and continued to scold him:

"Be more disciplined and avoid provoking me."

The heart is getting more and more bottomless.

It was obvious that the original owner provoked He Yuan first, but now he is beating him up.

Unexpectedly, He Yuan cooperated, and immediately acted like a good boy.

He bowed again, more respectful than before:

"Wei Chen dare not."

Song Qingchen looked at him and snorted coldly, then turned and walked out along the stone path.

Song Qingchen thought as he walked, did he go a little too far?The original owner was sexually harassing, and now I still reprimand him.Song Qingchen couldn't help doubting himself, and a trace of guilt floated in his heart.

But he thought about it in a blink of an eye--

Slag Gong, isn't that what you want?

When you want to play, you will be stalking, and if you don't want to play, you will be ruthless.

...The acting skills are becoming more and more perfect.If this continues, Song Qingchen is really worried that he will be schizophrenic.

After leaving the Begonia Garden, the head of the palace came to meet him, and said with concern: "My lord, are you still in a hurry?"

Song Qingchen glanced at him, and found that the long follower had a very strange expression on his face, so he didn't bother to think about it.Isn't it just drunk?Drunk never seen?

"Nothing. Go home."

Chang Sui didn't dare to say any more, and followed Song Qingchen out silently.

After leaving the gate of Duke Ying's mansion, Chang then went to the alley where the sedan chairs were parked, and called the porters to bring the sedan chairs over.

Just in this gap, another voice sounded behind him:

"Congratulations to the lord."

He Yuan's haunting spirit lingers on, making people bored.

Song Qingchen turned his head back slightly, let out a lazy "um", and didn't look at him directly.He Yuan didn't say anything, and stood meekly behind Song Qingchen.Not long after, bearers carrying the sedan chairs of the palace came over.

After Song Qingchen got into the sedan chair, Chang Sui lowered the sedan chair curtain for him.With the sedan chair together, Song Qingchen couldn't help showing a smug smile.

It's really interesting to see such an arrogant person like He Yuan suffer.

Although I was also on the verge of death, I tried again and again, but this kind of stimulation also added a lot of color to the dull and boring life of wearing books.He couldn't help but chuckled again.

On the way, Song Qingchen raised his hand and rubbed his left shoulder that was pinched by He Yuan just now.There was still some vague pain on the shoulder blades, which reminded him of He Yuan's deep eyes. After a slight shudder, Song Qingchen became disdainful again.

What else can this kid do?

But er.

As soon as he returned to the mansion, Song Qingchen went to the room, planning to appreciate his own appearance before going to the hot spring.The appearance before bathing is the climax of the day and should not be missed.

Song Qingchen hummed a ditty comfortably, walked around behind the bedroom screen, and was about to admire the drunken appearance of this good skin.

Leisurely and leisurely, he stood still in front of the bronze mirror.However, as soon as he took a look inside, he was stunned.

...Why are there tears? !

Why didn't he know, when did he cry?Could it be that the original owner's body is obsessed with He Yuanxin?It shouldn't be, he doesn't remember that he shed tears today.

Being suspicious, he suddenly remembered.

The original owner's body couldn't stand the strong alcohol tearing, he had wiped it quietly several times during the banquet today.That is to say, before coming back, He Yuan saw himself like this now? !How could I still put on such a face, shy in front of him for a long time?

Song Qingchen looked at the face in the bronze mirror—it was a touching face with hibiscus in tears.

But his eyes were full of resentment.

……

There was a "snap" sound, the crisp sound of cups shattering, and the two maidservants outside the room hurried over in panic when they heard the sound:

"Does the lord have any orders?"

The two did not dare to breathe, their voices trembled slightly.

With a gloomy face, Song Qingchen opened the door and stepped out.

"Bath."

The voice was extremely cold.

Song Qingchen was counting the days while walking towards the spring pool of the palace.He remembered the previous conversation with Chunxiang, if he remembered correctly, he would go to the morning court tomorrow.

It is inevitable to meet He Yuan again.

Although civil servants and military officials are not standing together, but now, when he thinks of being in the same room with He Yuan, he feels restless for a while.

Especially after he knew that the appearance in the mirror was all seen by He Yuan.

As soon as He Yuan pulled the reins, the black-maned war horse stopped in front of the Hou's residence.

He stepped on the stirrup with the sole of his boot, turned over and jumped off.

Chief Hou came out to meet him and ordered two servants to come over.One of them took the reins and the other took the saddle, taking care of the war horse skillfully.

The long follower followed behind He Yuan, and walked through the winding corridors of the Hou Mansion together with He Yuan.

Walking to the atrium, He Yuan squatted down and blew a small whistle.Then, the bush salsa moved a few times, and two fluffy little beast cubs poked out their clever heads from inside.

It is the cub of two black panthers.

"Have you fed tonight?" He Yuan squinted his eyes and asked while letting the two leopard cubs rub against his boots.

"Back to the governor, not yet." Chang Sui nodded, standing upright, the place for the saber at his waist was empty, but the buckle was still fastened on the waist leather.

"Go get it, I'll feed it." He Yuan said, sighing wearily, "In Fengjing, the title 'Governor' should be omitted. You can just call it 'Hou Ye'."

The long follower respectfully said yes, and was about to step back, when he saw a piece of veil falling on the ground.Perhaps it was pulled out by those two little leopards.

This doesn't look like Governor's stuff.

"Master Hou, this..."

He Yuan heard the words, raised his eyes to look back, and said casually: "As usual, it's burned."

A leopard cub was naughtily climbing on his back, and he looked up, his eyebrows stretched and a smile appeared on his face.Then he pinched the nape of its neck, grabbed it off, and said with a smile: "Nao."

The leopard cub vacated its four paws and began to struggle in his hands.

He Yuan looked at this freshness and felt a little familiar.

He suddenly changed his mind.

"Bring back that square handkerchief," He Yuan ordered casually, "Don't burn it tonight."