Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Just as he fell, something passed by him suddenly. Song Qingchen opened his eyes in a trance, and saw fireworks exploding in the air. With a bang, the morning sky was instantly dazzling.

Golden Phoenix!

Golden underfoot.

This bird is not big, it seems to be made of wood, and the surface is lacquered with gold.Song Qingchen tried his best to land on the golden phoenix bird.However, the position was not satisfactory, he rubbed half of Fengniao's wing and fell down.

It's almost there!Still staggered.

Still a dead one.In just a split second, Song Qingchen was about to give up trying to survive, but things turned around again.

Fengniao was descending slowly along the rope, but was deflected to the side by his side.The imperial edict unfolded suddenly, and spread out from Fengniao's mouth.

As soon as the wind blew up, Song Qingchen just caught the fluttering edict, and the phoenix was dropped by him and fell rapidly, completely deviated from the original track.They fell all the way, and finally fell into the haystack not far from the city wall.

The moment Song Qingchen fell, he felt that his ribs seemed to be broken, and his ankle was in pain as if it was dislocated, and he couldn't use half of his strength.With inertia, he rolled twice in the grass, and he seemed to hit something on the back of the head halfway, and finally turned into a supine position.

Not long after, the severe pain began to spread, flooding his nerves like a tide, and the pain quickly swept through his limbs, and he couldn't even utter a cry.

His vision gradually blurred, and there was only a pale golden sky in front of him, occasionally a few weeds drifted in, trembling in the wind.

Before he fainted, he seemed to see a ray of crimson.

When Song Qingchen opened his eyes again, he was not in the tent.

There are still antique beams and curtains around.It proved that he did not die in the past and did not return to reality.

It's just...he seems to have never been to this place.

I don't know how long I've been lying here.The eyes are full of golden yellow.Song Qingchen tried to open his mouth normally, but couldn't make any sound.

"He Yuan..." he subconsciously shouted.It's just that the sound is extremely low.

Suddenly, I heard a narrow voice shouting in surprise: "My lord is awake!"

who?The voice was not at all familiar to him.

A voice of greetings gradually came from not far away, and the sound of anxious footsteps gradually approached.The person who came was in a hurry, and was in a hurry, and I was afraid that it would be too late.

However, Song Qingchen's eyes were sore, his body was in severe pain, and his vision was not clear at all.Seeing a thin figure rushing into his eyes, Song Qingchen murmured casually:

"He Yuan..."

The visitor froze immediately, and did not speak for a while.Song Qingchen could tell from the hazy silhouette that he should be standing by the bed, looking at him.

"……why do not you talk?"

The visitor still didn't answer, he just asked someone to move a round stool over and sat beside his bed.There was also the sound of porcelain clashing, very thin and light, as if a spoon was colliding with a porcelain bowl.

Who?

Song Qingchen squeezed his eyes hard, but still couldn't see clearly.The other party has been refusing to speak, for some reason they are so silent.

"He Yuan?" Song Qingchen still called out in a half-dream and half-awake state, the bright yellow shadow flickered in front of his eyes, and the rest could no longer be seen clearly.But not long after, the person who came came waved his hand again, and attracted two men who looked like servants, and tied a ribbon around his eyes.

This time completely lost the light.Then, as if being lifted up by someone, the pain all over his body was pulled away.Only then did he realize that his left arm seemed to be broken and was fixed on a stick-like thing.

Suddenly a burst of heat came to his lips, Song Qingchen took a sip, and the bitter taste immediately spread into his mouth, it turned out to be medicinal juice... It seems that this person is trying to save himself.

No matter who he is, let's talk about it after surviving.

This man came to feed himself the medicine, one spoon after another.The movements are gentle and caring.So Song Qingchen drank all the concoction obediently.Before long, sleepiness was involved in my mind again.

There is a kind of incense burning in this place, I don't know what it is, it is a little familiar, but it seems strange.Where did you hear it before?Song Qingchen was in a daze and couldn't remember anything.He had to lean on the soft pillow behind his back and breathe slowly.

Who is this person?

Not long after it was quiet, another person came in and hurriedly said: "...kneeling at..."

This person's voice was extremely low, like a mosquito gnat.After a slurred speech, Song Qingchen could only hear the word "kneeling".

The voice in the room completely disappeared.The person who just fed himself the soup came slowly again.He just sat quietly by the bed without saying a word.

After a while, the man stood up, and there was a rustling sound of his clothes being made, as if he was about to leave.

"...Wait." Song Qingchen yelled at him weakly.

Sure enough, the man stopped the movement of his hands, as if waiting for his next words.

Although not sure, this person should be... Song Qingchen confirmed it, and called out softly:

"elder brother."

The other party didn't respond, and still stood there silently.As if he was afraid that if he agreed, the peaceful atmosphere in the room would be destroyed.

But this made Song Qingchen confirm that the person next to the bed was the emperor.

"Brother," Song Qingchen had only one thought, otherwise he wouldn't have to live, so he said with all his might, "...is the person kneeling outside, He Yuan?"

The emperor still replied silently, but did not go out either.

"I want to see him, brother... let me see him." Song Qingchen murmured, "Let me see him..."

The emperor did not open his mouth to agree.

The room fell into deathly silence, Song Qingchen could only hear his own trembling panting.

"You, if you don't let me see him... don't let me take any medicine." Although he was weak, his tone was very decisive.

The emperor was stunned for a while, and finally let out a long sigh, and then walked away slowly.

As soon as the emperor left, he heard the sound of "bang", the door seemed to be knocked open, and a swift and staggering footstep sounded, coming straight towards him.

Song Qingchen couldn't help but pull in his heart, but he couldn't use his hands at all, let alone remove the ribbon from his eyes.He discerned the breath of the person coming in the darkness.

The air moved slightly, and Song Qingchen barely raised his head.The next moment, the breath of wind and sand suddenly rushed to his face, which was incompatible with the incense in the room.The visitor had already walked to the bedside, his hands were trembling, and he took off the silk ribbon in front of him.

Song Qingchen tried his best to open his eyes, trying to see the person in front of him clearly.However, there is only one tall silhouette, and the rest is still unclear.

Suddenly, a hand caressed his cheek.The bones of this hand are tall, and the palm is warm, rubbing gently.

This touch is very familiar, and it makes people feel at ease without reason.Song Qingchen didn't know what he looked like now, maybe his temples were disheveled, haggard and pale, like a ghost.

But he still smiled at the vague outline, and said softly:

"Although I can't see clearly...but I know it's you."

Hearing the sound, the other party's hands trembled, his movements stopped, and he didn't speak.Song Qingchen looked at his phantom in confusion, and was about to say something, when he suddenly felt two spots of moisture falling on the back of his left hand from nowhere.