Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Song Qingchen slept from dawn to dusk in another small tent.

When consciousness became clear again, it was time to turn on the lamp.He rested his head on his forearm, opened his eyes, and his eyes naturally fell on the canvas on the top of the tent.The eyes are empty, without specific focus.

It was as if a heavy burden had finally been lifted from his body, and even the mental tension disappeared in one go.The whole person drifted like a fog in the clouds.

I woke up intermittently a few times in the middle, and fell asleep again in a daze.

Fang remembered that Yu Cheng came over in the next afternoon, babbled something beside him, and left some things for him.I didn't pay attention to what he said at that time, and my memory is very vague.

Song Qingchen turned his head slowly and looked towards the bed.

The knot on the bundle was loose, and he couldn't help stretching out his hand lazily, and tore off a corner—it turned out to be a brand new black silk thin shirt inside.

There is nothing rare about this thing in modern times.However, in this small world, non-high-ranking people cannot make good use of the silk storage.

In this remote military camp, there must have been no such clothes prepared in advance.I don't know where Yu Cheng got this.

Song Qingchen got up in a daze, and changed his clothes after washing himself.He didn't light the lamp, just sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

There is no light in the tent, so the bonfire and silhouettes outside the tent are clearly visible.Soldiers with guns, pawns carrying pans, tall, thin, short and fat, of all shapes and sizes, passed by Song Qingchen's small tent in a blink of an eye.

It didn't take long before there was a commotion outside, and the figures were gathering quickly, as if something had happened.

Song Qingchen felt uneasy instinctively, he approached the curtain, lifted the curtain weakly and looked out.I saw a few pawns carrying pots running back and forth in the camp, talking and chanting.

Song Qingchen didn't hear anything else, but he heard the word "governor".Song Qingchen glanced at them, immediately put down the curtain, and lay back on the bed.Suddenly, a new pawn went the wrong way and came to Song Qingchen's place with confusion.

Coincidentally, Song Qingchen understood it—there was a basin of blood in the basin!Reflecting the firelight next to it, the bloody water in the basin looked extraordinarily gloomy.

Song Qingchen was as calm as still water.But when he finished watching this pot of things, his heart was still inexplicably twisted.Although he still had no expression on his face, his eyeballs seemed uncontrollable after all, and he turned a few times in the direction of the handsome tent.

Ah!

...It is better to die!

Song Qingchen lowered the curtain and lay back on the bed.In order to convince himself, he also crossed his legs, showing a leisurely attitude.

However, not long after, the figures outside shook frequently, and he could no longer lie down leisurely.Even though he closed his eyes, he still seemed to be able to see a shaking figure.Dang in his head.

Ah.

I'll just take a look.After all, he's dead, and it's not good for me.While thinking, Song Qingchen got up and went out of the tent, and followed the hurrying soldiers outside to the handsome tent.

Sure enough, Qiu Dali was inside, doing acupuncture or something, his hands were extremely busy.

Song Qingchen looked inside curiously, and saw that He Yuan had already lowered the curtain halfway, and only two of his legs could be seen, one bent.As if deliberately whetting the appetite, so that the people standing outside could not see the rest of the situation on the couch.

Song Qingchen could not be fooled by him.Just as he was about to leave, a pawn delivering food came head-on.

With a quick glance at the tray, the dishes on it are indeed my favorites.Song Qingchen's eyes fell on the side of the soup cup, and he suddenly sneered—two pairs of chopsticks.

This is accurate because he hasn't eaten all day today.

Song Qingchen himself didn't have much appetite, but when the pawn walked over with a tray of meals... his appetite was suddenly aroused.

He admits he is hungry.He chooses to compromise.

Yu Cheng didn't know where he went, and he didn't know anyone in the whole camp.What's more, with his unfamiliar face, no one knew him.Trying to brush your face doesn't work at all.

After all, there was no need to make things difficult for him, Song Qingchen simply stabbed into the handsome account.He ignored the patients on the bed, sat down on his own, picked up the rice bowl and started eating.

Qiu Dali was almost done with his work, he put away his things, and when he turned his head and saw Song Qingchen coming, he was shocked and said in a low voice:

"Morning...that was the governor's order." Qiu Dali had a strong desire to survive, and he also noticed that Song Qingchen's identity was extraordinary, "You have to blame...you blame the governor!"

After speaking, there was wind under his feet, and he retreated quickly.Don't give Song Qingchen a chance to scold him at all.

Not long after, the pawns in the commander's tent also retreated one after another, but the person on the bed still didn't say a word.Song Qingchen didn't bother to talk to him, and ate his green vegetables by himself.

The one on the bed held it back for a while, but couldn't hold it anymore, Song Qingchen caught a glimpse of the curtain being pulled away from the corner of his eye, and then a weak male voice said:

"This is to eat alone? Why don't you..."

Song Qingchen interrupted him, hummed indifferently, expressing that he was not angry with him, and said slowly: "There is always a priority in things. After the king finishes eating, he will call a pawn to serve you."

The man on the bed shut up.

Not for a moment, a figure loomed in Song Qingchen's peripheral vision.Song Qingchen didn't look up, but still concentrated on eating.Suddenly there was a creaking sound around him, and he realized that He Yuan had also sat next to the couch.

The two were silent for a while without embarrassment, and He Yuan suddenly said:

"Look at me."

Song Qingchen stopped holding the vegetables for a while, "What's so special about you that this king should see?"

"Just take a look and you'll know."

This tone is a bit pathetic.

Song Qingchen suddenly remembered that he had used [-]% of his strength to punch him in the morning... He couldn't help but wonder what kind of punch he had made?

The silence continued, which seemed very strange.Song Qingchen stopped the dishes.He glanced sideways, and saw that He Yuan had changed into a thin gray shirt, which looked even more sick.

Song Qingchen raised his eyes slowly, and saw that this person was bruised and swollen from the left corner of his mouth all the way to his cheek...

If the bruise is covered, the upper part of the face is still pleasing to the eye.However, with this scar, it looks ridiculous.Moreover, Qiu Dali obviously applied medicine to his area, and there were some pale traces of ointment floating on it.

Song Qingchen endured the discomfort with a smile, and his expression was strange for a while.

His expression forced He Yuan to raise his sleeve to cover his face.Unexpectedly, with too much force, he grabbed the wound.The pain made He Yuan frowned tightly, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Song Qingchen couldn't help laughing, so he quickly turned his face away and looked at the food on the table.

Before he put his hand on the bowl, a warm and cold hand came over and pressed his hand impatiently.

"You laughed!" He Yuan grabbed him, as if his wound was painful, and gasped slightly, "Since you laughed, you are not angry with me!"

He Yuan didn't wait for Song Qingchen to deny it, so he stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around him, and said in a low voice:

"I shouldn't scare you...don't annoy me."

Only then did Song Qingchen realize that his body was not as hot as before, but rather cool.Looking at his face again, he saw that he was sweating profusely, and there was no blood on his cheeks.

Song Qingchen's words of scolding him were all stuck in his throat, and he finally didn't say it.I don't know how much effort it took for him to get off the bed just now and walk the ten steps.

Just as he was thinking, his shoulders sank.He Yuan gently raised his lower jaw.He whispered, "Why are you losing weight?"

While speaking, he groped around Song Qingchen with vain energy, as if confirming the situation of this person.

Song Qingchen couldn't help but smiled slightly, and joked to him; "Where are you buying a pig?! Feel the fat and thin of the pig?"

"I'm a little ashamed for suffering you every day." He Yuan buried his head on his neck, muttering in a low voice.

Song Qingchen made a small smile, and was about to help him to lean on, when a loud shout suddenly came from outside the tent, as if tore a hole in the quiet night——

"Governor! Your subordinates have military reports!"