Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Song Qingchen was guarded in a small tent.

Although he is not in prison this time, he is treated like a death row prisoner.Song Yu didn't even give him food, not even water.As a result, whip wounds and punch wounds on his body were all clamoring, and all his limbs and torso were in pain.

Two burly men guarded outside the tent, and the outside was even more guarded.

The matter of escaping from the West Camp was almost out of the question.It is estimated that Song Yu will use him to blackmail He Yuan first, but if the blackmail fails, he will be killed in the Xi Daying under the name of a traitor.

Song Qingchen thought to himself that he might not survive tonight.

At night, Song Qingchen was extremely thirsty, and found a basin of raw water in the tent that seemed to be used for washing, so he scooped up some and drank it.

Not yet cornered, Song Qingchen is still actively trying to survive.

He wasn't waiting for He Yuan to come to rescue him, but he remembered something during this period of time.

There was an inconspicuous sentence in the original book, but Song Qingchen believed that this sentence might save him from danger, it was his way of survival.

If the original book is not wrong, his vitality lies in that sentence.In addition, Yu Cheng once said that the secret edict is announced in a place where everyone in Fengjing can see it.This made him feel more confident.

There is no need for He Yuan to rescue him, as long as Song Yu can hold him up to the city wall, he can rely on God's strength to escape.

So... as long as he can survive tonight and tomorrow, things will turn around.

Song Qingchen pondered for a while, and finally smiled resolutely—as expected, he deserved his life.

After several rounds of patrolling, Song Yu came over with a jug of wine.

This may be a special trip to annoy him - there is only one wine glass, and this person drinks it himself.

"Do you think I'm going to blackmail He Yuan with you?" Song Yu asked someone to move a small stool and sat not far from Song Qingchen.

Song Qingchen sneered, but the wound was painful.Instinctively, he pressed his abdomen, and said weakly: "You don't intend to let me live without food and drink like this. Why are you talking about blackmailing He Yuan?"

"That's right, you guessed it right. I'll send you on your way right away. I still have two garrison troops, and I'll arrive in Fengjing in a few days. When He Yuan is attacked and you're dead, naturally I'll give up." Song Song Yu poured the wine on his own, talking casually.

But after saying this, seeing that Song Qingchen was still calm, he couldn't help but glance at him suspiciously.

Song Qingchen not only ate a meal of the whip, but also suffered from skin and flesh pain for two hours, during which time no water or rice was touched.

Even so, he didn't intend to beg for mercy, but stayed calmly in the tent.

Song Yu looked at him and couldn't help being a little surprised.He thought that this trash was about to die here, and without He Yuan to save him, he didn't panic.

"Students are disobedient. I, sir, feel very embarrassed." Song Yu took a sip of his wine and said sadly, "Shuobei Army has always been loyal, so it is a big trouble. But if I capture their generals alive, guess what will happen to them."

Song Qingchen remained calm after hearing this: "I'm afraid they will be extremely angry. The Shuobei Army is extremely brave. When the time comes, elite troops will overwhelm the city and your camp will be crushed with iron hooves. Are you going to die?"

"But what if you're already dead when I capture He Yuan?" Song Yu suddenly had a killing intent in his eyes, but he seemed to want to understand his death, so he was not in a hurry.

"A person cannot be resurrected after death. Instead of being immersed in pain, he might as well serve me. When I ascend to the throne, he can have whatever he wants. How can he have the time to care about you, a dead person?"

Song Qingchen looked at him for a while, but pursed his lips in silence.

Although he was worried about He Yuan's safety, he didn't dare to reveal anything at the moment. He only needed to finish the following scenes and survive tonight first, then everything would turn around.

Seeing that Song Yu was so leisurely and able to drink in front of him, there must be some poisonous scheme brewing.

If you want to survive at this moment, you can only fight with him.

As he was thinking about it in secret, he heard Song Yu say:

"He was ill a few days ago, and his dead men in the East Camp guarded him, never leaving him. They lingered outside his tent all day long." Song Yu suddenly raised his head, his eyes turned cold, full of coldness.

"And once the trouble breaks out tonight, he will definitely come out of the camp alone to look for you. Those dead soldiers have no time to chase them out of the camp."

Song Qingchen's face changed slightly - he suddenly understood that Song Yu kidnapped him tonight not only to kill him, but also to catch He Yuan!

"You..." Song Qingchen's blood surged up, and he felt pain in his body. He couldn't speak for a while, so he could only rest for a while.

Song Yu said leisurely: "Last time in the prison, there were still a few helpers. But today, is there anyone to help him? Or, is there time to go out to help him?"

Song Yu didn't speak anymore, just pinched his wine glass and stared at him.It seems that he wants to put this trash in fear, so that he can show his ugly face and vent his jealousy.

After a long silence, Song Qingchen finally spoke.

"...You miscalculated." Song Qingchen tried to smile, he thought of someone, "There must be someone else who will come out to look for me anxiously like him. And if there is an ambush outside the camp, he must be aware of it and lead others to respond He Yuan."

As if hearing a joke, Song Yu snorted and said, "Do you think in the current situation, besides him, who else in Dongdaying is worried about your safety? At the same time, he can be nervous about He Yuan?"

Song Yu seemed to have the winning ticket in his hands, and his words revealed excitement: "Dong Daying has long been under my control, what do you think can be achieved with those dead men in He Yuan?"

Song Qingchen looked at him in silence for a moment, then slowly uttered a name:

"The remainder of the journey."

He found a more comfortable position to lean against, and said with a smile: "There is still time to go. He just picked up a nearby garrison team in the afternoon. Counting his men, he will lead He Yuan out of trouble and return to the Shuobei Army It's not difficult to stay here."

Song Yu raised his eyes and looked at him suspiciously.

Song Qingchen sat up straight and said calmly:

"Also, you can't kill me."

Before Song Yu looked away, seeing him begging for mercy in a serious manner, he couldn't help laughing loudly, and then couldn't help but sneered:

"Strange, I can't kill you? Nephew, you should have a better attitude when you beg for mercy."

Song Qingchen wasn't in a hurry to defend himself, he only opened his mouth slowly after he had settled down with a smile:

"If I'm just an ordinary prince and sit on an equal footing with you, you can naturally kill me." His eyes were firm, without any flinching.

There was a moment of silence in the tent, and then someone said:

"Aren't you?" Song Yu seemed to think he was drunk, and his eyes were curiously inquiring, "Nephew should know that delaying time is still a dead end, but it's just an hour earlier or an hour later."

With a disdainful smile on the corner of Song Yu's mouth, he continued to drink, not taking him seriously at all.

"Fourth Uncle, you have lingered so far and still haven't killed the emperor, don't you just want to be a righteous emperor? You are going to wipe out me and He Yuan in the name of rebels." Song Qingchen coughed slightly, The tone is not afraid at all.

Song Yu frowned slightly after hearing this, and looked at him suspiciously.

Song Qingchen suddenly showed a haughty smile. He met Song Yu's eyes, stood up reluctantly, took two steps forward, stood still, stared at Song Yu and said:

"Song Yu, I'm desperate for you. Bring the food into the account."

The voice was clear and clear, echoing faintly in the tent.There was an inexplicable majesty.

Song Yu was taken aback by his order, only when he thought something was wrong with his head, he couldn't laugh or cry and said:

"Nephew, who do you think you are talking to? What capacity are you using to order me?"

Song Yu mocked him while looking at him suspiciously.I just feel that this nephew is not at all like the rumored mediocrity, who only knows about romantic affairs.After looking closely, I was surprised to find that there was a faint coercion between the brows.

They looked at each other, and their eyes collided silently.

After a long time, I saw the man with wounds on his body and blood on his forehead, and said calmly:

"Your Majesty has a secret edict, and I am the crown prince."

Song Qingchen's eyes were firm, and he said firmly: "The imperial edict will be announced tomorrow. If you don't believe me, you can let me die in your West camp tonight. At that time, don't say anything about 'Qing Jun's side'."

Song Qingchen let out coercion, and said in a deep voice:

"If I die, you are killing the prince and intending to rebel."

Song Yu's eyes widened, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "...Nephew, you should wake up from this sweet dream!"

Song Qingchen let him laugh, and said: "If you don't believe me, you can try to kill me. It's just that once I die, you can never look back. I said that the secret edict will be announced tomorrow, whether you believe it or not. "

Before he could react, Song Qingchen looked at him and continued to order:

"Tell your people to pass on the meal. You only need to eat."

Song Yu didn't answer for a while, just looked at him with weird eyes.I guess I'm guessing—maybe he's out of his mind?

Song Yu was also secretly surprised.He was not in Beijing before, but he has heard a lot about King Jing's absurdity.Although it is not as bad as the rumors, at best he is a mediocre king without courage.

Why did it suddenly become stronger at this moment?

In the end is really crazy or pretend to be crazy?Or... is it really as he said?

...the odds are slim.

But if it is true as he said, once he, the crown prince, dies in Xidaying, it will be hard to tell.

He assembled the garrison troops everywhere in the name of "putting down chaos and clearing the emperor's side".If what he said is true, once the secret edict is announced, all mouths will melt gold, and the accumulation will be destroyed.

He must not be able to escape the charge of "killing the prince".

At that time, the morale of the army will inevitably be unstable.

It's only a day or two to the left, so it's expected that this waste will not be able to find a flower.

Song Yu pulled out an indifferent smile, and shouted at the two big men outside.

The two entered the account in response and blocked the door tightly.

"Chuan Shan." Song Yu's eyes locked on him, and his tone was full of sarcasm.

"It's better to have a secret edict tomorrow." Song Yu took a sip of wine and stared at him, "Otherwise, you can go to the underworld and accompany you to the emperor's exam."

After finishing speaking, Song Yu threw the wine glass on the ground, got up and left with a sneer.

After he left, Song Qingchen immediately collapsed on the spot, panting heavily.I don't know when, but I really want to survive.He wiped the cold sweat from his brow, laughing at himself.

...the obsession is quite deep.

Not long after, a pawn really came and brought him food.

Song Qingchen didn't pay attention to it at first, and just ate casually to satisfy his hunger.After removing the bowl of porridge, he suddenly saw a pile of pickled vegetables.

He looked at it for a while and suddenly remembered—he had eaten this thing before.It's in Fengyi Valley, in that monastery.At that time, He Yuan brought it to him tremblingly, fearing that he would dislike it.

Recalling for no reason, He Yuan once said in the dark:

"The general's arm will give you a pillow."

……

Song Qingchen stared blankly at the stack of pickles, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, realizing that his throat was choked and uncomfortable.

...he didn't want to die.

He wants to live well.

Want to stay, stay with that person.