Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Song Qingchen has not adapted to the ancients' underworld routine until now.

Especially today is going to court.

When Song Qingchen was still scolding He Yuan in his dream, Chunxiang came and knocked on the door.He vaguely heard knocking on the door, but he really couldn't get out of bed.

Chunxiang knocked on the door for a long time but there was no response, and his tone gradually became anxious: "My lord, my lord? It's Yin time..."

If it was a normal day, Chunxiang's voice could be said to enter the ears slowly.It's just that at this time, this voice was like a kind of death talisman, which was extremely noisy in his ears back and forth, urging him to see the King of Hades.

Yin Shi?

You told me Yinshi?

It's only three o'clock in the morning, Mr. Chun.

Maybe it was really urgent, Song Qingchen's delay in getting up was also a little abnormal.Without Song Qingchen's permission, Chunxiang opened the door and entered the bedroom.Following him, one of his servants began to light the lamp, and the room was suddenly filled with lights and brightened.Then the maidservants filed in, those carrying water, those holding clothes, and the objects in their hands were all different.

Wait, clothes?

In other words, today is the first time he has worn court clothes since wearing books.

This is a very attractive thing.Song Qingchen struggled to open his eyes, and looked into the hands of the maidservants who just came in—they were holding such and such accessories in their hands, and Song Qingchen recognized them, they must be court clothes, or made in the Ming Dynasty.

The author does not lie to me.

The sleepiness in Song Qingchen's eyes completely receded, replaced by Yiyi's eyes.He rolled over and got out of bed, facing Shang Chunxiang's concerned face.

Xu Shichunxiang felt something strange, he stood aside, looking at Song Qingchen's expression.

This little bamboo horse is very sharp.

So Song Qingchen narrowed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and said indifferently to Chunxiang:

"Yesterday's nightmare, probably because I drank too much wine."

Chunxiang thought about it for a while, and nodded: "The prince is too strong to drink, and I think he hasn't had a good rest at night. Why don't you ask someone to bring you a bowl of refreshing soup?"

The little bamboo horse was indeed very caring, but Song Qingchen was in no mood to drink now. He tried his best to hide his enthusiasm, and raised his head lazily: "No need. Come back from court and rest. Wash and change clothes."

It was so exciting for him.

The original author especially loves the history of the Ming Dynasty, so many of the costumes refer to the Ming Dynasty.Song Qingchen thought about it for a while, regardless of the removal of Wang Jue, King Jing served as the left servant of the Ministry of Rites in the court, and he was probably a third-rank official or a junior third-rank official.

The court clothes should be crimson gowns with silk and gauze, and peacock patches embroidered by third-rank civil servants.This incident really made him very happy.

For a moment, Song Qingchen's eyes lingered on the objects in the hands of the maidservants.

Chunxiang looked at it for a while, but still couldn't hold back, and asked tentatively:

"My lord, is there any difference in court clothes?"

Song Qingchen didn't leave his eyes, and said vaguely: "It's no different, I'm not fully awake from the wine, and I feel a little dizzy."

Chunxiang took this sentence seriously, and hurriedly got up to help him.A winking maid came over to help comb her hair and wipe her face.In private servers on weekdays, not so many people come in to serve.Today is about to be more formal. For a while, there are footsteps and the sound of splashing water in the room, and people carrying pots and cups are coming and going, which is very lively.

Song Qingchen was full of anticipation.

When the waist leather was tied up, and the maidservant came over with the civil official's black gauze and spread her horns to complete the last step, there was already a faint white light outside.

The pair of black satin soap boots on Song Qingchen's feet were spotless, before he went out, he walked to the mirror and admired himself.

A very young and wanton official lord is impressively in the mirror, his whole body is full of leisurely aura.Under the civil official's head is a bright face, just a light smile, there are a thousand kinds of romance.

This is the first time since uniform control Song Qingchen put on the book, he didn't scold the original author after waking up.

Song Qingchen walked out of the mansion with leisurely steps. Perhaps he was in a good mood, and his hangover still made his face look more radiant and charming.

Song Qingchen's sedan chair came together, and everyone saluted one after another, saying "respectfully".

In the morning, the maidservant tugged on Chunxiang's sleeve quietly, and said timidly: "Brother Chunxiang, the prince is... different today."

How could Chunxiang not know, he said flatly: "Speak carefully."

But in his heart he was wandering: Didn't the lord let go of He Xiaohou?Why did we only meet once yesterday, and it happened again today... Lovesickness hurts people.Master He Xiaohou is also pretentious, he wants to make friends with people, and at the same time he wants to be innocent.

"Nie Yuan." Chun Xiang sighed.

The sedan chair of Prince Jing's Mansion stopped one mile away from the Meridian Gate of the imperial city.Although working under the eyes of the eldest brother of the emperor, he received preferential treatment from the eldest brother, which is different from other princes.

But Song Qingchen could tell that the original owner didn't dare to make mistakes after all.Get off the sedan chair one mile away from the imperial city, and enter the imperial city on foot with all the civil and military officials.

Although the east is white, the surrounding area is not bright yet, so people can only be seen roughly.

Looking at the past, most of the officials are old. At a glance, almost all of them are over forty years old, and there are many people with frosty white hair.

So you're still young?The original owner is about 24 years old, which is about the same as his real age.But he has no wives and concubines, and has not yet married.

No wonder the reputation is not good...

While he was thinking wildly, he saw a young official from afar. He was tall and handsome, with a vigorous gait, which stood out from the crowd of officials on foot.

He was also dressed in a crimson robe, and this was an official of the fourth rank or higher, but they were separated a little far away, so they couldn't see clearly behind his back.So Song Qingchen quickened his pace curiously.

Such a young talent has reached the rank of fourth rank.Song Qingchen wanted to make some friends.After all, the illiteracy rate was very high in ancient times, and the imperial examinations were really not something that ordinary people could pass. If this person was able to win the top two rankings, he must be a dragon and a phoenix among the people.

When he got really close, Song Qingchen could see clearly that the patch on the man's back was embroidered with lions.The Futou system is also slightly different from our own.

military attache?

If the author's settings are correct, civil servants embroider birds, and military officials embroider animals.

This is also a first-rank or second-rank high-ranking member. How can military officers be so young and talented?Song Qingchen marveled secretly, unknowingly, he had followed him all the way from a distance of ten feet.

He didn't come back to his senses until his sleeve was pulled.When he looked up, it was Master Xiaojiang's bright face.

This is Jiang Yizhi, a doctor in the Ministry of Rites.

"Master Song is in high spirits today, what good thing happened?" He teased in a low voice.

Jiang Yizhi and Song Qingchen both work in the public office of the Ministry of Rites, and they are very familiar with each other.Jiang Yizhi can be regarded as a child of a noble family, he likes to make friends with famous people, and he has a wide knowledge of blogs.Although he is young, he is a veteran in the officialdom, and his father is Fengtian Fuyin.Usually, Song Qingchen is nicknamed "Master Song", and the two are similar in age, which makes Song Qingchen feel a lot of intimacy.

Song Qingchen smiled pardoningly and replied in a low voice. "I went to teacher's begonia banquet yesterday and had some wine."

The conversations of the people nearby were kept very low, and Song Qingchen didn't feel restrained.

Jiang Yizhi twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a sly smile: "What are you doing with Mr. He all the way? Didn't you see enough yesterday?"

Song Qingchen stopped suddenly when he heard the words, "Hey... my lord?" He immediately got goose bumps all over his body.

So, the young military officer who was sneaked by him and followed all the way, could it be...

"Master He—!" From a distance behind, a young and excited voice sounded, as if greeting an acquaintance.

Song Qingchen's face was dark and he was extremely unwilling, but he still raised his eyes to confirm.

The person in front of him turned around following the sound.

Sure enough, it was still that brave and indifferent face, which was meticulously set off by the official robes, giving it a kind of handsome demeanor.

At first he didn't show any expression, but when he saw Song Qingchen, he immediately showed a cynical smile.

……

The four eyes met, and they were all speechless.

Song Qingchen petrified on the spot.

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