Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

When Song Qingchen came out, He Yuan was sitting under an evergreen tree in the front yard.

He seemed to have waited too long.

Wait until you fall asleep.

He was sitting in a rattan recliner, with a book with an old cover covering his head and face.One hand was pressed on the book cover, and the other naturally hung beside it.The autumn wind blew up the pages of the book and his clothes, shaking slightly with the leaves on the tree.

Qiu Dali came over with medicine and was about to wake him up.Song Qingchen gestured hurriedly to stop him.

Qiu Dali nodded knowingly and went to work.

Song Qingchen walked over with a smile on his face, and looked down.The book on his head is an unofficial history of some dynasty, and it should be searched from Yu Cheng's study.A dead leaf blown in from outside the wall fell from his chest.

"Cough," Song Qingchen deliberately coughed next to him, "I'm so sleepy, what did you do last night?"

He Yuan immediately lifted the book and got up, and blurted out complaining: "It's cool, put on the cloak first."

While speaking, he was about to snatch the dragon python cloak from his hand, and shake it off to put it on for him.

Seeing his anxious appearance, Song Qingchen couldn't help but want to tease him, so he pretended to be displeased and whispered: "I don't want to wear this."

He Yuan's hands froze, and he said helplessly, "...my lord, which one do you want to wear?! There is no clothes in the car. Let's just take it for a while?" As he spoke, he brought the cloak to his face and sniffed Liao said:

"It doesn't smell like medicine, so you can wear it with peace of mind."

Song Qingchen frowned and avoided it: "I don't want this!"

He Yuan's expression gradually became strange, probably thinking that he has committed some picky disease today.

... After all, Song Qingchen has never been picky about anything.

"Then what do you want?" He Yuan asked quickly in a very low voice, as if he was afraid of getting angry again.

Seeing that he was really confused, Song Qingchen snatched the cloak into his hands, approached him a little closer, and said in a low voice, "Can't you... take off your robe...to me?"

He Yuan was originally frowning, but after hearing these words, he smiled slyly in the blink of an eye.He unfastened the jade buttons around his waist with both hands, and threw the loose waistband on the stone table.

He smiled and complained in a low voice: "...you didn't say it earlier."

While talking, he went to remove the wristband on his left hand.The disassembled ones were also thrown on the table.

Song Qingchen really wanted to laugh, but his lungs felt itchy, and he couldn't help coughing out a few times.

Seeing that his lungs were uncomfortable, He Yuan quickly squeezed a smile, trying to comfort his back.But Song Qingchen yelled in a low voice: "Take off quickly!"

Before the buttons were fully undone, Song Qingchen pressed his hand again and said, "I've changed my mind, don't do it yet. Go to the mansion and take it off for me to see."

"Oh?" He Yuan heard the movement, and asked with a half-smile: "Prince Jing's Mansion?"

Song Qingchen shook his head slightly, leaned into his ear and said, "Dingyuanhoufu. Go on horseback."

He Yuan thought for a moment, then hugged him horizontally.Regardless of the pile of clothes and accessories thrown on the table, he ran out of the dormitory in a disheveled manner.

When the attendants waiting outside saw the two coming out, they exclaimed.Seeing that He Yuan brought the man onto the horse again, they rushed over to stop him: "My lord! This..."

Song Qingchen lowered his head and shouted: "Tell Brother Huang, I will go to Dingyuanhou's Mansion to taste flowers."

"This...absolutely not! His Royal Highness King Jing's injuries are not fully recovered, if something happens..." The accompanying eunuch chattered and chased after Hongxia, stopping in front of Hongxia.

Song Qingchen locked He Yuan's eyes, and said with a smile: "If there are any mistakes, I will ask the emperor to issue an order to kill Dingyuanhou."

He Yuan put his arms around him and said with a smile, "I'm so scared." He said he was afraid, but shook the rein in his hand without hesitation.

Hongxia turned her head slightly, avoiding the eunuch Juechen.

When he got off the horse and was about to enter his house, he suddenly hesitated and said: "You... wait a moment, I will tidy up."

Song Qingchen wrapped his clothes and asked suspiciously: "Clean up?" Song Qingchen's curiosity hooked him up, and said forcefully: "Take me in, don't clean up."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across He Yuan's face, but he still bit the bullet and called the porter to open the door.

As soon as the gate was opened, a servant hurried over and said: "Governor..." Then his voice was low and his expression was flustered.

"What?" Song Qingchen leaned over curiously, wanting to ask the servant to repeat what he said.But the servant looked timid, took two steps back and bowed, then glanced at He Yuan, and ran away quickly.

Then I heard He Yuan helplessly say: "There are wind-wrapped places everywhere, do you want to see them?"

"What kind of rare thing?" Song Qingchen provocatively said: "... In my opinion, it's not unusual."

He Yuan grinned, and said unconvinced: "Then go, I'll take you to see it." He dragged him along the corridor and walked quickly.Worried about his injury, he simply picked him up and ran wildly in the corridor.

Song Qingchen was originally wearing his robe, but now it also fell into the corridor.However, no one has thought of this matter for a long time, and the two just smiled.

In the ear is the cool autumn wind, rustling.The blue pillars and the vermilion roof retreat quickly in the corner of the eye.Song Qingchen grabbed his shoulders and said excitedly: "Run faster! You should learn from Hongxia!"

He Yuan didn't wear his scarf today, his forehead hair was blown back by the wind, revealing his smooth forehead.Panting, he said with a smile: "Hongxia has four legs, how can I compare with them?!"

After running a few more steps, He Yuan yelled, "Close your eyes!"

Song Qingchen was leaning against his chest, hearing the tremor of his chest.He obediently closed his eyes and smiled, "Let me see if you can turn into a beautiful girl?"

He Yuan's feet gradually slowed down, and the bumps became smaller and smaller until he stopped.

He took a deep breath, blew his whistle, and heard a crackling sound.Song Qingchen leaned in his arms, leaning on his satin white jacket and asked: "Is Meijiao Niang here?"

He Yuan smiled triumphantly: "Here we come, two! Look."

Song Qingchen slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to the other side.

The eyes are full of crimson red, burning into the eyes like fire——

He Yuan covered the atrium with red maple leaves. Two black panthers had already grown into shape and were lying on them quietly. The one on the west yawned leisurely.

Together with the autumn wind, the maple leaves were rolled into the air.Immediately, the atrium was filled with red maple trees, creating a beautiful scene.

Song Qingchen was about to praise "It's like being in an illusion", but the wind direction suddenly changed, wrapping the pile of red maples into the corridor.Caught off guard, Song Qingchen was thrown head-on by leaves, mixed with dust.

Both of them were embarrassed.Song Qingchen felt sand in his eyes and couldn't open them at all.

With pain in his eyes and cold body, Song Qingchen immediately lost his temper and yelled at him: "He Yuan! I can't see!"

"...I'll take you back to the room." He Yuan also felt that something was wrong, so he quickly ran to the wing with the man in his arms.

……

Song Qingchen finally wiped his eyes, but the corners of his eyes were still full of tears.After a while, he looked at He Yuan complainingly and said, "Zuo Zuo... how many trees did you destroy when you ran out early in the morning?!"

He Yuan handed the handkerchief to him again, and said with a smile, "It's not damaged, I found it. In early autumn, the maple leaves are not yet fully red. It's really not easy to find." Turning back to the mirror, he straightened his forehead hair.

Song Qingchen sneezed suddenly at the back, and He Yuan immediately turned around when he heard the sound, ran to the bed and said, "Is it cold?"

With tears still in Song Qingchen's eyes, he sniffed, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Cold. Think of a way."

He Yuan looked at him for a moment, his eyes suddenly changed, and he smiled softly: "I'm hot, I'll keep you warm."

Then he carried him to bed.