Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Yu Cheng was still standing beside the sand table, seemingly unaware of He Yuan's movements, not sure whether he was really calm or pretending to be calm.

Song Qingchen was standing behind the sand table, and could clearly see the movements of the two of them.

The flame of the oil lamp gradually dimmed, and then brightened again.The model on the sand table casts a shadow in the light.

Yu Cheng's hands were originally on the edge of the sand table, but at this moment, he put his hands behind his back.The man is still standing upright, as thin and tough as a pine.

With this posture, his defensive ability is worse than just now. Is he really not afraid that He Yuan will kill him?

The tent was terrifyingly quiet, he and He Yuan only left Song Qingchen a back view.Their backs merged into the flickering light, forming a strange picture.

He vaguely remembered what He Yuan said, among the Jinyiwei who stayed in the palace to "look after" the emperor, there were a few people who appeared to have been bribed by Song Yu, but in fact swore to be loyal to the emperor to the death.

However, Song Yu was not easy to dismiss. He ordered Jin Yiwei, who was guarding the emperor, to take turns changing defense every hour.Then Yu Cheng should be able to communicate with the palace, but it is very difficult.

Yu Cheng must keep in touch with them every day to exchange information and learn about the other party's life and death.

If he died in the camp tonight, then at the appointed time tomorrow, he would not be able to catch up with the informant in the palace.

Yu Cheng is basically acting as a supervisor on behalf of the saint. Once his death is exposed, He Yuan's title of "rebel" will never be taken away.

Suddenly there was a yell from outside, it was the defense changer shouting the password, and the footsteps became chaotic for a while.Any slight sound in the tent was drowned in the soldiers' footsteps and conversations.

He Yuan's right hand had secretly grasped the handle of the knife.Even if he was wounded, this unexpected cold knife was enough to kill Yu Cheng.

"Three teams switch defenses!"

"Hahaha... go to bed!"

"Go away! It's damn hot."

The laughter of the soldiers came from outside the tent, and the sound of their boots rubbing against the ground.

He Yuan has already pulled the saber out of its sheath an inch.As the blade was slowly pulled out, the cold light shone under the table.

At this critical moment, Song Qingchen walked forward, deliberately making the sound of dragging footsteps to stop his movements.

I still remember that when I looked at He Yuan just now, there was no obvious killing or ambition in He Yuan's sight.

But once Yu Cheng died, there would be no turning back for many things.

"Cough," Song Qingchen frowned and coughed dryly, breaking the deadlock in the tent, "It's getting late at night, since the West Camp is standing still, it's better to discuss the rest of the matter tomorrow morning."

In any case, killing Yu Cheng now is a bit reckless.

Song Qingchen took two steps forward: "Yu Cheng, Brother Huang is trapped in prison, and you have a lot of work to do in recent days, why don't you rest earlier."

Yu Cheng didn't turn back immediately, but only looked at He Yuan calmly.Just watching, suddenly chuckled.

He bowed to He Yuan, "Thank you Governor for your understanding."

He Yuan nodded to him, and smiled back, "Your Majesty has a holy life, so he should rest earlier."

Song Qingchen sent Yu Cheng out of the tent all the way.With the help of the beating bonfire outside the tent, I realized that there were two half-dried sweat marks on Yu Cheng's temples.

Song Qingchen looked at his back and suddenly felt a little desolate.

"Yu Cheng," Song Qingchen called to stop him, "Take a step to talk?"

Yu Cheng bowed slightly, then signaled Song Qingchen with his eyes, telling him to walk to the small path east of the tent.So the two of them bypassed the handsome tent and walked to the stable there.

Song Qingchen looked at the horse tied inside, stopped for a while, and then whispered:

"You shouldn't doubt him first."

After Yu Cheng heard it, he had a look of reason on his face, as if he didn't agree with this sentence.

Song Qingchen unconsciously stood in He Yuan's position, and said slowly: "When he was in northern Xinjiang, he went through life and death for the court, without a single complaint. It was you who wanted him to be king, so you stole the soldier amulet and returned it to him. But don't forget, Shuobei The soldier's talisman originally belonged to him."

Yu Cheng just lowered his head slightly and listened without saying a word.

"I believe you can understand why the imperial court accepted his military talisman in the first place. But what did he do wrong from the beginning to the end? Today, you suspect him first. Even if he is unhappy, it is normal."

Having said that, Yu Cheng finally responded.He said softly: "My lord, what you think about the Governor, has nothing to do with me."

Yu Cheng suddenly bowed and saluted: "Please forgive me, my lord. I am just conveying the holy will. Even if the governor wants to kill me, I will bring the holy will."

Song Qingchen frowned and looked at him.

He is bowing and saluting, with his hands at eyebrow level.The light near the stable was dim, and his expression could not be seen clearly.Only his fearless eyebrows and eyes are still clear in this darkness.

Thinking about it carefully, in fact, what the emperor said was not unreasonable.

There were already many factions in the court, and Song Yu, the emperor's uncle, came to intervene again.If there is another bloodbath in the capital, and the conservative civil servants are unwilling to serve the new lord with a different surname who usurped the throne, there will be another bloodshed in the court.

When the capital is in chaos, the local officials become headless chickens, and it is not far from chaos in the world.

No matter how the eldest brother, the emperor, did, at least he was decent in terms of checks and balances.The parties in the DPRK and China are constantly fighting, but they are also secretly involved with each other, and there is a reluctant balance.

Once Jiangshan changed his surname, the balance would be broken, and what kind of chaos would he fall into... It is unknown.

"Yu Cheng, I understand." Song Qingchen said calmly.

Only then did Yu Cheng straighten up, and said embarrassingly: "I have finished what I want to say. If the prince has nothing important to do, I will ask Qiu Dali to go and see the governor."

Song Qingchen looked at him suspiciously.He smiled, and said softly: "The governor just moved his internal strength, I'm afraid it's not very comfortable right now."

After Song Qingchen heard this, his expression immediately became flustered. He hurriedly turned around and walked all the way in the direction of the handsome tent.The anxious expression was very naked, without any cover.

Song Qingchen had already taken a few steps, but Yu Cheng was still a little surprised.Looking at Song Qingchen's anxious back going away, he suddenly remembered the silhouette he saw outside the tent that day.

Now that I think about it, the silhouette's neck and neck are wrong, which actually has a touch of warmth.

An absurd question could not help but arise in my heart: At that time...were they really just feeding water?

When Song Qingchen returned to the tent, the man was sitting on the small couch, his chest wound was wet.Fortunately, the clothes are dark in color, so you can't see the color.

Song Qingchen didn't ask anything, just walked over quickly to check on his injuries.When he got closer, he realized that his complexion was a little paler than before, and beads of sweat hung on his temples.

"Qiu Dali will come right away." Song Qingchen gently stroked his shoulder, comforting him softly.I didn't say much about the rest.

With a muffled "pa", the hand resting on He Yuan's shoulder was suddenly firmly grasped.

Song Qingchen lowered his head in astonishment, only to see He Yuan grabbing him, forced a smile, and gasped slightly, "Don't be angry, stay with me tonight."

Seeing him like this, Song Qingchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he simply lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead.

When Song Qingchen was about to retreat slowly, the person sitting on the couch ignored the wound, raised his hand suddenly, and pressed his head and neck down again.The two of them kissed happily in the posture of standing and sitting.

Before Song Qingchen opened his eyes, he suddenly felt some cool night breeze blowing in.When he was wondering, he only heard the soldiers outside say:

"Why did Doctor Qiu come here?"

It turned out that the curtain of the tent was lifted, and Qiu Dali came in!

Song Qingchen hurriedly withdrew and looked up at the door.Qiu Dali opened his mouth wide and his eyes were round, staring at them.

Song Qingchen looked at him a few times, and suddenly remembered that his right hand was still around He Yuan's neck, so he quickly withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and stepped back a few steps.Then he pretended to be calm and said to him: "Doctor Qiu, the governor's arrow wound is a bit strange, please take a look."

……

"okay……"

Qiu Dali thought to himself, it's strange that you are so dissolute and nonchalant.Don't ask me to heal some secret places in the future, I really don't know how to heal those places!

"Governor," Qiu Dali bowed first, with a look of shock still on his face, and then bowed to Song Qingchen, "My lord."

Qiu Dali walked awkwardly, his eyes still kept scanning the two of them.

He Yuan looked indifferent, pulled off his coat and told him to look at the wound, while still looking at Song Qingchen with a half-smile.

Song Qingchen couldn't help pulling the corners of his mouth, and smiled silently.

After a cup of tea, Qiu Dali had already cleaned up.He raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and explained a few words to He Yuan.After hearing He Yuan's promise, he put away his things and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he glanced at Song Qingchen, his face blushed, bowed to the two of them quickly, and ran away.

In just one breath, Qiu Dali was gone, only the curtain was shaking.

When the curtain stopped shaking, He Yuan said, "Aren't you going to come and see my injury?"

Song Qingchen turned his head and saw that he had untied the lazy scarf on his forehead with one hand, and the broken hair fell down on his forehead, as if he was going to sleep.

"Go to sleep on a big couch. Sleep on a small couch, you won't be able to stretch your legs at night."

Song Qingchen looked at him with a half-smile, guessing that he must be a monster and wouldn't just sleep so honestly.

"Oh." He Yuan got up grabbing his coat, and walked slowly towards the big couch with a calm expression.

When passing by Song Qingchen, he stopped suddenly, approached him and said in a low voice, "I told you to come and see the injury."

Song Qingchen slanted his eyes to his chest, "Look at the injury?" and said otherwise:

"Don't tell me to watch other things as soon as you go to bed."

He Yuan didn't say anything, just pressed his back and pushed him forward.

……

Early the next morning, Qiu Dali was called to the handsome tent again.

It's just that when he came out, his face was ashen.The people who were waiting asked him about the Governor's injury, but he blushed.

So three days passed.

As soon as He Yuan's wound was barely healed, he asked someone to bring Hongxia here.

Song Qingchen was really puzzled, he couldn't help frowning and said:

"You can't live in peace for another two days? The West Camp is almost at the front of the city wall, so why are you so upset?"

He Yuan looked serious, without any intention of joking: "I'll take you somewhere."

The two got on their horses and ran for a while before Song Qingchen remembered.He promised to take himself to the camp where the Shuobei Army was stationed.

Hongxia ran smoothly all the way, making no one feel the bumps.Song Qingchen took a look at the wilderness scenery along the way.

Not long after, a sharp horse neighing was suddenly heard in the distance.

Looking at the sound, there is a row of stockades in the east.At the end is a watchtower made of wood.

Different from the orderly style of the East Day Camp, the camp here is a bit messy, revealing a full killing atmosphere.

As the people and horses approached, the short neighing of the horses could be heard frequently.

Just curiously looking around, I suddenly saw a young general galloping out of the camp alone.

The young general looked young, but he had a fierce aura all over his body.The horse under the crotch is also full of energy, and the mane on its neck is fluttering in the wind.

In an instant, the young general was in front of them.Only then did Song Qingchen see this person clearly——

This is He Junzhi? !Song Qingchen almost didn't recognize it.

He Junzhi reined in the reins and shouted excitedly: "Governor!"

"How are you doing these few days?" He Yuan asked casually while driving his horse forward.

"All good! Just wait for the governor's order!"

As soon as he entered the camp, he first saw three or four good horses trotting in the camp.There was a short hiss just now, presumably it was from them.

Horses are expensive, especially war horses, and good horses are always hard to come by.Judging from the state of these horses, He Yuan's Shuobei army is probably proud of cavalry.

After the two got off their horses, another young general came head-on. After rushing out, he half-kneeled neatly and shouted:

"The Governor!"

Song Qingchen watched dumbly, but heard a veteran in the distance clasped his fists and shouted:

"The dog has no shape, don't blame the governor!"

This team has a kind of enthusiasm, and when they speak, they always have a sincere and simple smile.All the soldiers are full of energy, and their bravery can be seen.

He Yuan smiled into the distance, and shouted: "Uncle Chen is still spirited."

Then He Yuan bowed his head, and said to the young general who was half kneeling on the ground:

"Chen Su, call everyone to take charge of the tent."

He Yuan gathered several generals in the main tent. When they first came in, they all had smiles on their faces.Wait for He Yuan's order.

He Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, and said loudly:

"Everyone, this is our Highness King Jing. The military salary of the first month was made up by His Highness who opened a private treasury."

Everyone discussed a few words and nodded frequently.In the next moment, they all knelt down and bowed to Song Qingchen:

"The last general is willing to lose his mind, and he will do whatever he wants!"

The shout was deafening, and Song Qingchen was stunned for a moment.

After regaining his senses, he only told them to get back down quickly without performing such a great gift.I also exchanged a few words of concern and greetings, everyone guarding the border is hard and so on.

He Yuan talked to them a few more words, and finally said something in dialect, and they all laughed happily.

After everyone retreated, Song Qingchen was still a little dazed.He Yuan smiled and said, "How about my Shuobei Army?"

When Song Qingchen raised his eyes, he saw He Yuan standing with his arms crossed, full of pride.

"Naturally, it's an extremely brave team. In comparison, the Dong Daying Camp looks a lot more lazy. Moreover, the Dong Day Camp has some discord..."

Song Qingchen answered very seriously.

He Yuan suddenly came over, touched something in his dark bag, and put it in Song Qingchen's hands.

It is the soldier talisman of the Shuobei Army.

"This is yours. If you...they will listen to you."

He Yuan explained.

Song Qingchen had already guessed the few words that were omitted—He Yuan actually thought that he wanted to take his brother's throne?

Song Qingchen was really shocked.Looking at the tiger talisman in his palm, he only smiled sullenly for a long while and said, "They only listen to your orders."

He Yuan smiled, clenched his right hand and placed it on the soldier talisman in his palm.

"In this way, they will listen to you." He Yuan looked at him, "It's all under your control."

This may be the most important thing in He Yuan's life.Song Qingchen couldn't help but look up and meet his gaze.I saw his stern eyes, at this moment, overflowing with unreserved trust.

And a kind of warmth.

It didn't take long for them to look at each other before they were disturbed by the commotion outside, and He Yuan couldn't help leaving the tent in doubt.

Song Qingchen followed, only to see He Junzhi outside, with an extremely ugly face, coming this way.The young general following behind him was holding a large wooden box.

Dripping dripping all the way... blood.

"Governor..."

He Yuan turned his head and said in a low voice, "Close your eyes first."

Song Qingchen was suspicious for a moment, but did as he did.

In the next moment, there was only a swipe, the wooden box opened, and there were bursts of exclamations from around.Then there was continuous scolding, and several people seemed to be retching.

The stench of rotting flesh wafted vaguely in the air.