Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Early autumn is cold, green trees are dyed yellow.

Always add a cloak over a light shirt.

For more than two months, Song Qingchen's eyes were almost healed, but his ribs and left arm were injured, and he still needed to recuperate, so he couldn't travel far.

The emperor only let him walk around the palace, and did not allow him to leave.

It wasn't until the news of Yu Cheng's awakening reached the palace, and Song Qingchen mentioned it several times, that the emperor allowed him to visit.

"What are you looking at?"

He Yuan's expression was a little strange, and his eyes kept lingering on the cloak on his body.

"Oh," He Yuan finally came back to his senses, "This cloak, my lord's cloak... is just a good way to get rid of illness."

He Yuan was also a little absent-minded today.

What's so weird about this cloak?In the morning, the emperor brought it and said it belonged to King Jing, and it was left in the palace.Song Qingchen didn't think much about it, so he asked someone to put it on.

It's strange to say, how dare King Jing dare to wear a dragon?It is enough for a prince to wear a python, and it is indeed a bit presumptuous to go further.

This cloak has dragons and pythons, green pythons and golden dragons coiled on top of it.The blue dragon has only four toes, which is a python; the golden dragon has five toes, so it is called a dragon.

Song Qingchen didn't know much about it, but He Yuan must be very familiar with it.

"In your opinion, what's wrong with this cloak?" He couldn't help asking He Yuan tentatively.

He Yuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said another sentence, which made Song Qingchen's scalp tingle:

"This... the dragon and the python are lifelike, their bodies are intertwined, and their tails intersect, as if they are..."

Song Qingchen's lips trembled in horror, and he said in a low voice, "Say!"

He Yuan looked around and saw that the attendant was some distance away, so he said:

"Forgive me for your disrespect," he lowered his eyes and lowered his voice extremely low, "...the dragon python seems to be having sex."

He Yuan said again: "But don't worry, my lord, you can't usually see it, but I just tidied up your elbows and saw it by accident. The mating part is covered with a golden gauze, so you can't see it when you walk normally."

Song Qingchen immediately got goosebumps all over his body, and immediately wanted to take it off!

He Yuan hurriedly pressed his hand and said: "This material is made of lion skin, which is extremely precious. Although it feels light in body, it has a strong ability to keep out the cold. You are not in good shape yet, so wear it."

"Yeah." Song Qingchen didn't want to take it off, so he agreed uncomfortably.

He Yuan led him to the carriage, and while walking, he looked at Hongfeng by the roadside, and after a long while, he said leisurely:

"I remember when I was victorious, you came out of the city to meet me, and you wore this cloak. Later, when you entered the banquet hall, you took it off and didn't hand it to the eunuch who accompanied you, but held it with your own hands. treasure."

Song Qingchen: "..."

How do I explain that it wasn't me? !

While worrying, He Yuan suddenly showed a gratifying smile:

"Sure enough, as His Majesty said, you have forgotten a lot of things."

He Yuan turned around to open the carriage door.This carriage was used by the emperor when he traveled in micro-clothes, four carriages.The black veil and gold-painted shaft are very impressive.

It was also well maintained, and when He Yuan opened the door, there was no sound at all.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see Yu Cheng." After He Yuan confirmed that he had forgotten many things, his face was full of joy.

Song Qingchen nodded and said, "Okay."

Before leaving, He Yuan closed the door for him, and said casually: "It's best if you forget, never forget." He was smiling, showing a row of neat and white teeth.

Song Qingchen stared at him in a daze - it's been a long time since He Yuan smiled.

It wasn't until the door was closed that Song Qingchen came back to his senses.

Just as he was about to ask why he didn't get in the car and go together, he suddenly remembered that this was the emperor's car, and he was not qualified to come up.Just like when he came to visit him—how could the inner court allow him to come and go without authorization, and he had to ask the emperor for everything.

Song Qingchen couldn't help but pushed open the window panel and glanced out.It happened to meet He Yuan's gaze looking at him.

He was sitting on Hongxia's back, tilting his head, looking towards the carriage.Before he could take a second look, he listened to the follower interrupting:

"Will the prince start driving?"

"Go." Song Qingchen sat down and ordered.

Why did the original owner fight against his elder brother?

Is it because of the things of the mother's generation that there was a rift between the two?Or is it that the emperor has his concerns and suspicions, and the imperial power cannot be shaken by anyone?

Have no way of knowing.

The carriage is very stable and extremely comfortable, making it impossible to feel that you are in a carriage.So much so that when he arrived at the place, Song Qingchen barely fell asleep.

The dormitory where Yu Cheng lives reveals the simplicity of a warrior.Blue tiles and white walls, clean and simple, without any extra decoration.

Only a pot of chrysanthemums was placed in the front yard, adding a touch of yellow to the dormitory.

He Yuan seemed to have been here many times, and walked ahead leading the way with a familiar face.As he walked, he said, "Yu Cheng can't sit up yet, he's going to lie down and talk to you."

Song Qingchen said nonchalantly: "It's okay. He gave his life to save me, what's the matter. I'm afraid he will get up."

After hearing this, He Yuan's expression gradually darkened, and he didn't speak any more.

The further you walked, the stronger the bitterness of the traditional Chinese medicine, and a thin shadow swayed in the distance, holding a basin of clear water in his hand.

It turned out to be Qiu Dali.Song Qingchen quickened his pace, wanting to take a quick look at Yu Cheng.

"Slow down, the injury hasn't healed yet..." He Yuan wanted to hold him, but his hand stopped in the air, and then laughed at himself, "Okay, I'll wait for you in the courtyard."

Song Qingchen didn't care about him at all, he just wanted to see Yu Cheng earlier.He didn't reply to his words, and only followed Qiu Dali.

Song Qingchen violently pushed away his hand that was stuck in mid-air, and hurriedly brushed past him.

"Qing Chen..." He Yuan suppressed his voice and hurriedly called him.

Song Qingchen didn't look back.

The wind was blowing under his feet, and his cloak was fluttering. Song Qingchen was a little agitated, causing his ribs to ache.He hurriedly suppressed the pain, and continued walking after Qiu Dali's shadow.

As soon as the door opened, a strong bitter smell spread out. Song Qingchen frowned and went in. When he turned around, he saw the person on the bed covered with a Tibetan blue quilt, with his arms weakly put aside.

"My lord... this subordinate won't get up." A hoarse and weak voice sounded.

Song Qingchen felt sore in his nose, and hurried over and said, "Don't get in the way, don't get in the way!"

Yu Cheng's mouth was pale, but his face was clean, not even the stubble he imagined.His hair is also very loose, without any greasy feeling. Someone should have washed his hair not long ago.

Obviously being taken care of extremely carefully by someone.

Just looking at him, suddenly Qiu Dali came, holding a small round box in his hand, like some kind of grease.

Qiu Dali casually bowed to Song Qingchen, and said, "My lord gives way first, and the grass-roots people want to give him some lip service."

Fat?

Song Qingchen moved away suspiciously.Qiu Dali carefully took out the grease in the small round box, and gently applied it on Yu Cheng's pale lips.

Song Qingchen: "..."

Qiu Dali!Don't be so careful!

This scene is extremely weird, isn't Qiu Dali the most picky? !He actually... It seems that Qiu Dali personally does the daily scrubbing.

...Did he shave his beard?

Song Qingchen looked at Qiu Dali with a strange expression.

"My lord, while Mr. He is away, there is something... I want to explain clearly." Yu Cheng suddenly spoke.

Hearing his weak voice, Song Qingchen hurried over and said, "What's the matter? But it's okay to say."

"This subordinate... this subordinate is guilty."

"What's the meaning of this? You saved me, what's your crime? Besides, His Majesty has long since stopped pursuing you for announcing the secret edict, and you already have the license to 'do things cheaply'."

Song Qingchen approached two steps suspiciously, and sat on the chair that Qiu Dali brought for him.

"It's not about this." Yu Cheng looked at the door worriedly, then turned to Qiu Dali and said, "Ruxu, you go...to keep Mr. He, and close the door for me by the way."

Qiu Dali got up immediately and closed the door behind him.

"What's so mysterious?" Song Qingchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, seeing his weak appearance, he felt embarrassed to rush him.

"The night the prince was taken away, Mr. He and I discussed many ways to rescue the prince. However, we agreed that the best way is to use the mechanism of the 'Golden Phoenix Title'."

Song Qingchen said with a smile: "Yu Cheng, you really think highly of me. Do you really think I can live until the next day?"

Yu Cheng tried his best to shake his head and said, "Maybe the previous His Royal Highness King Jing couldn't, but...Your Highness, you will."

Song Qingchen's back was covered with cold sweat, it seemed that the emperor asked Yu Cheng to observe him a lot.

However, Yu Cheng seemed to have guessed what was on his mind, and hurriedly said: "I just intuited it. I didn't follow anyone's order to spy on the prince...nor did I tell others what I was thinking."

Song Qingchen calmed down a little, and said, "Thank you so much."

"That night, Mr. He asked me where the organ was opened, and then prepared chain mail and heart armor."

While listening, Song Qingchen remembered what He Yuan said to him:

"I'll tell Yu Cheng how to do it."

At that time, his tone sounded smug, but Song Qingchen had long forgotten the expression on his face.

So I always thought that he was the one who put Yu Cheng in danger...

Then I heard Yu Cheng continue: "Please forgive me, my lord. I... put some calming medicine in Mr. He's tea without authorization."

Yu Cheng coughed twice, and said again:

"He was going to go in person that night, but I gave him a cup of 'soothing tea'. He trusted me and was anxious, so he was much less vigilant than usual, so he drank it without suspicion. Then, while he was asleep, I secretly took off his chain mail and heart-guard, and pretended to be a bell-ringer, and sneaked into the walls to defend."

"What?" Song Qingchen was stunned, and excitedly said after a while: "He originally wanted to come up by himself?! Where did he put the Shuobei Army?! Absurd!"

This kid has some brain problems? !

Song Qingchen's face was ugly, and he felt a dull pain under his ribs, so he quickly shut up and took a rest.

In a flash, Song Qingchen secretly laughed at his hypocrisy.

When he came, he complained about his absurd behavior; if he didn't come, he somewhat hated him.

...What should I call him?

Song Qingchen smiled secretly, it turned out that he was such a difficult person to serve.

"He said at the time that he was besieged by hundreds of people, and they all escaped. He told me not to underestimate him. He has his own way to escape..." Yu Cheng said after a while: "But he also confessed to me... Just in case..."

Song Qingchen raised his head suddenly, unable to speak for a moment, he just stared at Yu Cheng.

"Let me repeat the old tricks, pretend to be him, and lead the army to defeat the enemy..."

Yu Cheng smiled weakly: "...the general must be handsome. Please ask the prince to say 'sorry' to him..."

Song Qingchen wanted to persuade him that there is no right or wrong in this matter, and he heard him say:

"This sentence of 'sorry' is not because I violated his wishes, but... because for a moment, I really hope that he will be folded on the tower."

"It is because of this thought that I have to say 'I'm sorry' to him."

Song Qingchen was speechless for a moment.

"My lord, you..."

Yu Cheng stopped suddenly. He turned his head and looked at the top of the tent, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was asking Song Qingchen.

"When he was injured by the arrow, did the prince really... just feed him water? Did he just want to settle with him?"

Song Qingchen didn't answer this question immediately, but got up slowly, took off the cloak on his body, folded it and put it aside.

"No." Song Qingchen said slowly:

"I like him."

"He has a lot of shortcomings. In terms of calmness, he is not as good as you; in terms of talent and learning, he is not as good as me; in terms of background...he is not as good as the emperor's brother Wanyi."

Song Qingchen smiled wryly.

"But... Yu Cheng, love is like this, and it can't be measured by the pros and cons of external things. What can I do?"