Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

The surrounding sounds always carry a strange atmosphere.Coupled with the disgusting stench floating in the air, Song Qingchen already had a guess in his mind.

He couldn't help opening his eyes, wanting to confirm whether his guess was correct.

Sure enough, the big wooden box held by the young general was covered in blood and flesh.Song Qingchen only took one look, and his expression suddenly changed.But there was still a strange impulse that forced him to take a closer look and see what it was.

He Yuan originally stopped him behind, seeing that he insisted on going to see it, he could only persuade him in a low voice, "Don't look at it if you have a weak stomach." But he didn't stop him.

Song Qingchen took two steps forward, squinting down at the box.

Taking a closer look, there was a head tilted in the box, as if it had been cut off with a blunt knife, and the cut was uneven.His head and face were covered by messy hair, and his facial features could not be seen... Fortunately, otherwise, Song Qingchen would not be able to sleep that night.

Next to the head were two neatly chopped off hands, and under it, two dirty feet.The toes were all bloody and bloody, and occasionally white bones were exposed.It was as if he had been dragged along before he was alive, and it had been ground into this appearance.

It would be better if it only smelled rancid.

Seeing this pile of residual limbs with his own eyes at this moment, Song Qingchen's stomach immediately churned like waves, he turned his head and retched.His face was flushed red, and his throat was still twitching uncontrollably.

Suddenly He Junzhi ran over and took out a pill, "Governor, please take this for the lord." He kept his voice low, probably because he didn't want to shame someone.

Song Qingchen was still feeling sick, when someone grabbed the back of his neck suddenly, and a chubby thing was forced into his mouth.

Song Qingchen couldn't help chewing twice, and the fishy smell in his mouth and nose was replaced by this cold breath after a moment.I don't know what medicinal materials are in it, I just feel that the seven orifices are smooth, and the nausea just now is gone.

"Don't look any further." He Yuan stroked his back with his palm, "Go into the tent first, and let me inspect the contents of the box."

He Junzhi led him back to the big tent, poured tea for him, and said, "My lord, rest for a while, let's drink some tea first."

Song Qingchen's complexion was still not good-looking, and he frowned and looked in the direction of the curtain.Looking through the gap between the curtain and the big tent, one can vaguely see He Yuan's dark clothes swaying slightly in the wind.

Not long after, He Yuan returned to the tent.With water still dripping from his hands, he went straight to the basin and pulled a handkerchief to wipe his hands.

"This is my informant who was buried in the West Camp." He Yuan also had a worried expression on his face. "The last conversation I had with Song Yu was very unpleasant. He wanted to borrow my Shuobei Army, but I resolutely refused."

Song Qingchen handed him the teacup and waited for him to continue.

"He showed up with a large number of troops, thinking that he had a large army. However, there are always garrison troops in the four places who are loyal to the first emperor and His Majesty, and those who are unwilling to submit to him. I am afraid that these troops will gather to serve the king. Therefore, he mentioned it many times. Asking me to lend him the Shuobei Army of Shang Jingqin King and wait for him to secure the throne will naturally benefit me a lot."

Song Qingchen subconsciously took out the soldier talisman in his arms, wanting to give it back to He Yuan and ask him to decide for himself.

The soldier talisman was not big, it was a tiger carved in bronze, it was covered with black lacquer, and there were gold inscriptions and seal characters engraved in it.There were originally two coins, one was in the hands of the emperor, and the other belonged to He Yuan.Only when the two pieces are merged can troops be dispatched.

But now King Qin is imminent, and a single tiger talisman can be passed on thousands of miles.

The Tiger Talisman was in his hand, cold and heavy.That black tiger seemed to have formed from a ferocious phantom, with a ruthless aura.

He Yuan only lowered his head for a glance, then held Song Qingchen's hand tightly, letting him hold the soldier talisman.

"This thing is a piece of waste in Song Yu's hands."

He Yuan said solemnly to him again: "Your Highness, in your hand it is a soldier talisman, and it can command the hundred thousand elite soldiers of the Shuobei Army."

Song Qingchen glanced at him, and said with a slight smile, "You...it's strange to please people." As he spoke, he put the Tiger Talisman into his arms, and looked at him with a smile.

Suddenly Song Qingchen suppressed his smile, and asked a question that had been on his mind for many days:

"You... what is this picture?"

He has already seen that He Yuan has no intention of seizing power, but is very active in King Qin's activities.The day before yesterday, I saw that he wrote a letter to several garrison troops in the nearby Hejian Mansion.

The wax seals all have his own private seal.

Song Qingchen had read those letters.The words on it are very sincere, and the heart of loyalty to the emperor is beyond words.

"So what are you planning?" Song Qingchen asked, feeling uncontrollably nervous.

He Yuan was silent for a while, then got up and sat down beside him.So the two of them sat together on a small couch with a layer of bamboo mats lining it. Some inexplicable feelings seemed to entangle the two of them, and they couldn't break free after being tied to the couch.

He Yuan rested his elbows on his knees, and sat silently for a while, then turned his head and said: "It stands to reason that you should have a seal, and then go to the feudal domain."

"Yeah." Song Qingchen nodded slightly, "But Brother Huang...he may have his own considerations."

He Yuan suddenly took his hand, interlaced his fingers, and stared at him, "When everything settles down, it will be a great achievement for me to rescue you. It stands to reason that His Majesty should give me an iron certificate for the alchemy book, or a gold medal for avoiding death. You may even be appointed as an official." Into the noble."

"But I don't want those."

He Yuan turned his head and glanced at the swaying curtain in the wind, took out the dagger on his body, and threw it over.Nail the movable half of the curtain to the door frame.As long as the curtain doesn't shake anymore, the tent seems to be quiet as well.

Song Qingchen's heart beat suddenly, and his future and reaction turned the world upside down, and the pillars in the tent suddenly spun in his eyes.He Yuan turned over to hold him down, and leaned over, almost touching his lips.

I only heard a low and lingering voice saying: "Come back to Shuobei with me. I have nothing else to ask for."

Breath scraped back and forth on his cheeks, and Song Qingchen's "um" was sealed in his mouth by his pressed thin lips.

The other party seemed to be afraid that he would refuse out loud, so he didn't even give him a little time to refuse.

The soldiers outside the tent talked, laughed and cursed in unintelligible dialects.The horse's short neigh sounded from time to time, and the hooves sounded lightly, walking around the tent.

His left hand was still interlaced with the ten fingers of He Yuan's right hand, and was pressed on the top of his head and couldn't break free for a while.The bamboo mat exuded a hint of coolness, and the back of the hand felt cold when pressed against it.He Yuan's palm on the palm was warm, clasping him forcefully, tightening, tightening even tighter.

A heart trembled slightly for no reason, and I didn't know which words matched my meaning.

He climbed up He Yuan's neck with his right hand, stroking all the way to He Yuan's temple.There was rough forehead hair between the fingers, and the rubbing made the fingers slightly itchy.

A long and deep kiss was carried out silently.

While kissing He Yuan selflessly, there was a sudden voice outside: "Governor!" It seemed to be a young general, and his voice was still a little immature and hoarse.

The roar made Song Qingchen open his eyes in shock, trying to push away the person on him.

He scolded He Yuan with a low laugh: "Get lost!

He Yuan obviously heard it too. After he backed away slightly, he clicked his tongue impatiently, cleared his throat a little, and then frowned and turned his head to the outside and shouted: "Busy! I have something to say later!" The voice was still With a bit of lust, it seems that she will not wake up in the affair.

Turning around, he found that Song Qingchen had stood up and was adjusting his shirt with a waist rope in his hand, so he said "hey" dissatisfied.After a short while, he dragged the man back to the couch, pressed him down, and said with a low smile, "Don't leave!"

Song Qingchen was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw his right hand resting on the couch, and then he hurriedly untied his waist with one single left hand.He couldn't help laughing: "The governor is really busy."

He Yuan's expression was a bit weird, as if he was being strangled somewhere, he hissed and said: "I'm busy." Then he grabbed Song Qingchen's hand and brought it under his crotch, with no intention of saying: "Cheering while busy. "

Song Qingchen weighed the stuff in his hand through the cloth, and smiled meaningfully.

Before he could stop laughing, his breath was robbed again, and a hand went up from his lower abdomen all the way up to his shoulder.The small moans were sealed in his mouth, and he grabbed He Yuan's broad and firm shoulders.

He Yuan moved away, and said in a low voice: "Don't make a sound." He kissed all the way along his neck again, grabbed his skirt, and tore it apart.

Feeling the warm and humid touch all the way down, Song Qingchen couldn't help but tilted his head up, exhaling foul breath.His chest was suddenly bitten, and he hastily clutched the cloth on the shoulders of the person on his body, holding back the moan and changing it into a thought-provoking muffled hum.

Confused, he tried to unbutton He Yuan's collar with trembling hands, but he couldn't do enough to tease him, and in the end he almost pulled it apart.

He Yuan seemed to think it was in the way, so he grabbed the collar with one hand, took off his robe and threw it on the side of the couch.Taking advantage of the situation, he went to pull Song Qingchen's underpants.

In a few moments, it was two-two frankness.Song Qingchen stared up at him, his brows and eyes were covered with lust, and his eyes were not clear.

Seeing the person above him with his thin lips slightly parted and his eyes deep, he couldn't help but chuckled and said:... Take it easy. "

He Yuan hummed hoarsely in his throat, then pressed him down, aggressively attacking his chest with his lips and tongue.

A dry wind blows in from the outside, fine sand grains on the ground rise from the inside, and the main tent rustles when it is neutral.

The sound of kisses was intertwined with this movement, adding a touch of obscenity.

He copied He Yuan's hair with one hand, feeling fluffy and hard.Before regaining consciousness, a finger was inserted in the back court, gently pumping back and forth.

Even so, it still hurts a lot.He squinted his eyes and panted heavily, trying to dispel the pain.

He Yuan still didn't stop, and the kung fu with his fingertips was still going on.Song Qingchen was really uncomfortable by him, so he could only grab his hair and shouted: "...it hurts!"

"Hush!" He Yuan suddenly came back to his senses and glanced out.As if in case of emergency, he copied the robe next to him and covered it between Song Qingchen's crotch.The hand still didn't stop, taking advantage of some synovial fluid overflowing, he simply sent another finger in.

Suddenly, a feeling of swelling came over, forcing Song Qingchen to open his eyes wide, tears were already in his eyes.

...Not good, He Yuan, He Yuan!"

Song Qingchen was panting while calling him.However, at this time, a ray of happiness suddenly came amidst the pain.Just as he was about to take a few breaths, something warmed up all of a sudden.

Suddenly returning to his senses, Fang realized that it was He Yuan who lowered his head and embraced him.The wet and warm tongue wrapped around the erect thing, mixed with his hot breath.

"what....

A low moan was not suppressed, and Song Qingchen felt a little scared after he uttered the sound.Jackals, tigers and leopards outside the tent may break in at any time.He could only shut his mouth, grabbed He Yuan's hair to death, and suppressed his groans.

The blood all over his body poured into his lower abdomen, Song Qingchen was really hard to bear, he wanted to live and die at the same time.Not long after, Song Qingchen felt that he was about to confess.

He Yuan felt his thigh trembling, and let him go suddenly.Only holding on to my already swollen things, I want to enter the depths of this land of bliss.

As soon as he hit him, Song Qingchen trembled.His whole body was tense, he looked at him anxiously, and whispered: You must slow down. "

He Yuan glanced at him, and had no choice but to hold onto the thing in front of him and fiddle with it a few times.The man relaxed his body slowly, and could no longer speak complete sentences.

Seeing that the heat was about to arrive, He Yuan sent a front end in.It's not as dull as imagined, but rather welcoming him.

So no matter what the man's expression was, he simply broke through him and went straight into the depths.

Song Qingchen was still wandering in his mind just now, when suddenly he was wedged into his body by that thing, and immediately curled up slightly, trembling for a while.

He didn't dare to make any sound, and his cheeks were stained with a layer of blush under the pain.Inadvertently raising his eyes, he saw that He Yuan's forehead was in a mess, covering half of his face.Only the thin jaw line remained, and the mouth was slightly open for panting, as if concentrating on watching the intersection of the two.

Song Qingchen tried his best to keep his eyes open, and just about to call him, he was pressed on the couch.As soon as his back felt cold, he was rushed from the crotch of this person, and his fascination flew away.

For the first dozen or so strokes, the pain was so great that he could not stop crying, but he didn't dare to utter a sound.Shengsheng endured tears on his eyelashes, and his expression was no longer calm.

Accidentally, there was still a weeping sound.

This sound caught He Yuan's attention.After hearing He Yuan's perfunctory "I'm sorry", the speed slowed down.

Before Song Qingchen could speak in the future, his left shoulder was grabbed by him, and he went in and out for a while, rubbing gently.Life forced Song Qingchen to sweat a lot.

In a daze, Song Qingchen raised his eyelashes to see that the other party was also uncomfortable, as if he was having a hard time enduring it.Her forehead hair was sticking to her face wetly, and her expression was ferocious, as if her crotch was in pain.

"Forget it. You,  …

Song Qingchen really couldn't say this word, couldn't say this sentence.He Yuan suddenly raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, then said with relief:

"Okay!" Then he let go of his movements without thinking about it.

At first Song Qingchen still grabbed his arm, but later he was completely swallowed by the beast, as if he was in the clouds outside the sky.Sometimes it floats lightly, and sometimes it seems to be falling at a very fast speed.The other party ignored him, and there was no unnecessary nonsense.Just burying his head and working hard, quite religiously.

After an unknown amount of time, suddenly his waist went numb, and Song Qingchen could no longer hold back the choked moan in his throat, and opened his mouth to scream.

The atmosphere in the tent was disturbed by this rambunctious low moan.

After hearing this cry, He Yuan simply closed his eyes, frowned, and rushed forward.

Song Qingchen's body froze suddenly, as if he had been restrained by some spell, his pupils suddenly became dizzy.

After the ecstasy, he opened his mouth and endured for a few moments, and finally let out the white

The other party was still not enjoying himself, and he was still bumping and bumping while his remaining energy was still there.

The chaos outside did not know what happened, and the curtains were slightly lifted by the passing people.However, no one paid any attention to the situation there.

Song Qingchen's thick eyelashes drooped, his mind was empty, only this ferocious man was left, fighting and galloping on him.Ruyi dragged him up into the sky and down into the hard valley.He blinked, and a teardrop fell out.

..no one bothers you anymore.

The two of them are only separated from the outside world by a thin curtain, and they have sex in wild ways.The bitterly suppressed muffled hum and the sound of the impact are even more arousing.

No one knows that there is an emotional entanglement in the handsome tent at this moment.

……

It was dusk on the return journey, the bright yellow sun was setting in the west, and the wasteland was covered with rays of light.

The jujube red horse moved forward slowly.Immediately, the two of them overlapped each other, their ears and temples rubbed together, longing for the moment of comfort before returning to the camp.

However, spring is fleeting, and the tents of Dongdaying appeared in sight not long after.

Yu Chengyuan was talking with an informant in the stables, and when he saw two people from outside the camp coming back, he came out to greet them.

Yu Cheng inadvertently glanced at He Yuan, who was leading the horse, and saw that he was holding the rein with one hand, and waving the other hand casually, walking leisurely.From time to time, he turned his head and smirked at the person on the horse.

Yu Cheng couldn't help but frowned, secretly exploring the relationship between the two of them.

But apart from the satisfied look on He Yuan's face, nothing strange can be seen.

The three of them ate dinner together in the commander's tent. After dinner, they were discussing the increase of troops in the West Camp, when there was a commotion outside.

After listening carefully, someone actually exclaimed, "The granary is flooded!!"

The three of them immediately became vigilant and hurried out of the tent to check the situation.

As soon as he came out, he could smell an obvious burning smell, and thick smoke billowed from the tent not far away, and the peaceful night was thrown into chaos.

It was just about time to light up the lights, the bonfires hadn't all been lit yet, and the camp was in a state of darkness.The three of them didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly followed the people rushing around carrying water, and walked towards the place where the smoke was coming out.

As soon as we reached the small road in front of the granary, the heat wave hit our face, and the flames were soaring into the sky!The shadow of the raging flames is reflected in everyone's eyes.

The tongues of fire continued to rush out, and the firefighters carried small buckets and poured bucket after bucket.Not only was the fire not under control, it even seemed to spread into the camp.

Yu Cheng panicked, "I'll go to the west to have a look!" After speaking, he ran away quickly.

Not long after, another young general came out of the fire and said in an unsteady voice, "Governor—!"

He Yuan stopped him and asked about the situation carefully: "When did it start? Call the guard!"

"Governor, the guard violated military discipline and secretly ate wine in the barn. Now... I'm afraid it's already folded in!"

He Yuan saw that there were a few streaks of gray and black on his face, and he was still gasping for breath, so he asked, "Then when did you come? When did you see the flames?"

"Back to the governor, humble position..."

He Yuan was interrogating, suddenly turned around suddenly!Song Qingchen was nowhere to be seen!Then he hurriedly looked around, but there was no one in sight!

In just a few words, he obviously didn't run away by himself!

He Yuan immediately drew his knife out of its sheath, put it on the young general's neck, and shouted sharply: "Where is King Jing?! Whose informant are you?! Tell the truth, otherwise I will make your life worse than death!!"

The young general plopped on his knees, shouting for forgiveness, and the nearby soldiers gathered around.

He Yuan roared: "Go outside the camp! His Royal Highness King Jing has been captured by the enemy army!!"

Yu Cheng had just arrived at the fork in the west, when he heard the commotion, he dropped the bucket in his hand and ran over: "What's wrong?!"

He Yuan didn't turn his head back, he just picked up the young general who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, and said word by word: "Tonight, who is on duty at the granary!!"

"Governor—!"

He Yuan searched for the sound and turned his head, only to see two people dragging out a corpse from behind, it seemed to be the guard of the granary tonight.

Now I understand that I have hit the big plan!

He Yuan's eyes were red and he scanned the surroundings quickly. Amidst the flames and chaos, suddenly a brown horse bumped into his sight.He ran a few steps to get on his horse, grabbed a torch, and galloped out of the camp like the wind.

As the night fell, the road outside the camp was blurred, making it impossible to see clearly.When he reached the official road, he reined in his horse and squatted on the ground holding a torch to examine carefully——

Ruts, hoof prints.

He slammed his fist on the ground and roared in the direction of Xi Daying!Like the roar of a dying animal.Shocked, flocks of birds flew up from the edge of the forest on both sides.

The direction of the ruts and hoofprints - Xidaying.

……

Song Qingchen woke up with a start, the back of his neck still had a dull pain.The fire and burning smell in front of him completely disappeared, and he was escaping in the dark carriage, and the carriage was speeding forward here.

Just as he was about to open the carriage door and look out, a cold light flashed suddenly, and a cold steel blade protruded from the slanted spine, resting on his neck.

It was dark inside and out, Song Qingchen moved a little and found that his hands were not bound.

Thinking about these big guys, there is no need to tie me who is weaker than a chicken cub...

I don't know how long the bumps lasted, but when the lights came on again, the carriage slowed down and stopped.

Song Qingchen was taken out of the car by two people.He raised his eyes to look at the surrounding banners, his eyes lost all life in an instant, and his face was pale.

West camp.

The handsome tent was in front of him, and the two big men behind him held him, unable to move his hands, he glanced around and gasped for breath.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, Song Yu sat in the upper seat calmly.

He walked steadily without saying a word.

Song Qingchen stared at him firmly, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Song Yu walked up to him and stood still.

The next moment it hit his abdomen violently, and there was a dull muffled sound.

Severe pain hit all internal organs, Song Qingchen's face was distorted and grim, and he could no longer stand on his feet.The whole person was bent down like a muscle being pulled out, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't make a sound.Cold sweat slowly gathered on his forehead and dripped into the loess under his feet.

With a muffled "bang", the Tiger Talisman slipped out of his arms and rolled twice on the sand before barely stopping.

Song Yu didn't pay attention to it at first, until he saw the thing clearly, he was trembling all over, and bent down to pick it up.

Afterwards, as if possessed by an evil spirit, he looked at the tiger talisman in his hand, laughed and cursed suddenly, and finally that evil energy turned violent, and grabbed the tiger talisman and threw it at Song Qingchen's forehead.

Following a sharp pain in the brow bone, Song Qingchen felt his eyes suddenly dim.It took a while to focus my sight, and I vaguely saw a red shadow flowing from the forehead to the ground.

Song Yu came, his mouth was still trembling, and he couldn't speak clearly:

"I've run out of good words, what you've been asking for...but he just gave you this trash?"

Song Qingchen's hair was suddenly pulled, and his eyes slowly focused on the pain.

What came into view was a face wrinkled with anger.He was full of jealousy and hatred, and there was a dark flame in his eyes.

The strength of the past is no longer there.