Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

The autumn rain is fine and cold, dripping coldly, but there is no sound.

On the day of leaving Beijing, the emperor came to see him off in person.

The eunuch Li Wanfu wanted to hold an umbrella for him, but he pushed him aside.Song Qingchen saw his black emperor's uniform, and the color of the material on his shoulders was getting darker.Not long after, it was wet.

The emperor's guard of honor was parked in front of the city wall.The white horse stood quietly in the rain, the attendants looked serious, and the guards in brocade clothes crossed their swords and stared solemnly.

Song Qingchen glanced at the emperor a few times, only to feel that his eyes seemed to be looking at himself, and at the same time seemed to be looking at a farther place.

The rain was getting heavier, and Song Qingchen was in the rain. He wanted to kowtow to him, but he was stopped by the hand stretched out from his slanting stab.

The emperor shook his head gently and smiled slightly.

Only Song Qingchen knew that the emperor's hand holding him was trembling finely at this moment.He grasped tighter and tighter, until Song Qingchen felt pain.

……

After a while, he was still under the pressure.

"Go."

After the emperor finished speaking, he quickly turned around and got on the imperial carriage.In just a moment, Song Qingchen looked up——

The figure of the emperor was no longer visible, only the bright yellow car curtain swayed and trembled in the bleak autumn wind and rain.

The gilded carriage door was tightly closed and never opened again.

Song Qingchen was stunned for a while, then slowly turned around and walked towards his convoy.The raindrops were getting denser and denser, Song Qingchen really wanted to speed up his pace.

King Jing's guard of honor is not far away from Yujia, but he feels that such a short distance is so difficult to move forward.

It was as if he was being held by something, his feet were heavy, and his body couldn't fight against the force.

Song Qingchen couldn't help but glanced back, and saw a group of people standing densely under the majestic city tower, and his sight was about to be blocked by the rain curtain, and gradually became unclear.Chunxiang, who was holding the umbrella for him beside him, was completely drenched by the rain, and couldn't help calling out:

"My lord, it's cool..."

Song Qingchen suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize that his robe sleeves were half wet.

The strength holding him suddenly disappeared at this moment, Song Qingchen couldn't help but staggered forward, and almost fell over.

Chunxiang hurriedly called the two elders next to him to help him, thinking that he was seriously injured and was rushed by the strong wind.

Song Qingchen was helped into the carriage and changed into a dry robe.Fang felt a bit of coolness invaded here, and he couldn't help but gather up his clothes.

The carriage traveled northward along the official road, the sound of raindrops hitting the roof of the carriage was accompanied by the sound of horseshoes.Song Qingchen sat for a while, his mind was empty, always thinking of the figure of the emperor in black shirt and Xiao Suo.

Ever since that inexplicable pulling force disappeared, it seemed that there was always a gloomy mood that lingered all over my body and couldn't go away.

Song Qingchen shuddered, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had been gone for a long time.The carriage had stopped at this moment, as if it had arrived at the post station in the northern suburbs.

As soon as King Jing's car arrived, even the reconnaissance order for changing horses was omitted, and the post servants came out to greet him enthusiastically.

"My lord," Chunxiang knocked on the window panel, "it's almost time, Lord Hou will leave the city about now."

He made an appointment with He Yuan at this inn, and He Yuan had to gather his army first before they could come to join them.

Song Qingchen responded, then pushed open the door, trying to get down to get some air.

Outside, the clouds have opened and the rain is coming, and the autumn sun is shining everywhere.There is a row of bamboo forests on the west side, all dyed with a layer of golden light.

Song Qingchen got out of the car slowly, and a postman invited him to the tea booth next to him, and greeted him with good tea.It seems that the emperor has explained in advance that this tea—is still King Jing's favorite one.

Song Qingchen had only smelled it once, but he was also impressed by its very special smell.

Just as he was thinking wildly, suddenly there was the sound of light horseshoes.

He Yuan is here?

Song Qingchen looked curiously at where he came and went, and saw a Jin Yiwei riding a horse along the bamboo forest, and the horse's hoof kicked up water all the way.

The crimson robe collides with the slightly yellowed bamboo forest, the colors are distinct and eye-catching.The person on the horse is thin and tall.

Seeing that he was wearing a flying fish suit, the post servants knew that it was the emperor's messenger, so they stepped out of the way to make it easier for him to come over.

The visitor rode his horse straight to the outside of the tea pavilion, stepped on the pedals with a little force, and then turned over and dismounted beautifully, with a beautiful embroidered spring knife slung on his left waist, full of chivalry.

It's a pity that more than half of the head and face are covered by the bamboo hat, so I can't see the face clearly.

He came straight to Song Qingchen, stopped in front of the small table, took off the bright yellow embroidered cloud pattern bag on his back, and presented it to Song Qingchen with both hands respectfully.

There are no words.

Song Qingchen was attracted by the baggage - it belongs to the emperor.

He took it and slowly unfolded it.I saw an oiled paper umbrella inside.He was so old that Song Qingchen even thought he was not fit to be included in this baggage.

Song Qingchen took it out curiously. It was a small umbrella, not like an adult's thing, but like a child's thing.

He opened the umbrella curiously.

On the yellowish-brown surface of the umbrella, a spring swallow with outspread wings is painted, with immature brushwork, like a beginner's work.

Song Qingchen was stunned—there was a sudden cry of a child in his head.

The crying sound was far and near, as if it came from a very far away, and it seemed that the crying child was right now.

……

Not long after, a clear and youthful voice sounded, comforting him:

"Look, this one will never fly away."

After the young man finished speaking, the child changed from crying to sobbing softly.

After a while, there was the sound of umbrella ribs and oiled paper opening.

"Qingchen, look. No matter where you go in the future, open the umbrella and you will see it accompanying you."

The child suddenly laughed, the laughter was as clear as a bell, and it slowly went away, weakened, and finally disappeared.

……

When Song Qingchen came back to his senses suddenly, the Jin Yiwei wearing a bamboo hat had already walked outside the pavilion and was about to leave with his horse.Song Qingchen looked at him and said in a choked voice:

"Yu Cheng." The man stopped in his footsteps, his whole body froze, and he lowered his bamboo hat a little, turned around and saluted him.

"Take care of brother." Song Qingchen looked at him and said again:

"...You are injured, it is not suitable to ride a horse, you should go back by the carriage of the post station."

While talking, suddenly there was the sound of horseshoes in the distance, heavy and aggressive, completely different from the sound when Yu Cheng came.

Yu Cheng ignored the sound of hooves, still facing Song Qingchen.A calm smile appeared on the half of his face under the bamboo hat.

He didn't speak, just bowed to Song Qingchen, then quickly turned over, entered the tea booth, took away the teacup Song Qingchen had just used, put it in his arms, and jumped on the horse.

Song Qingchen's eyes were dazzled by the smooth flow of movements.

The sound of horseshoes approaching on the road.

Before the man arrived, Yu Cheng pressed down his bamboo hat, shook off the reins and clamped the horse's belly, and quickly turned into the bamboo forest.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.

However, before Song Qingchen could react in the future, his thoughts were interrupted by a shout.

"Song Qingchen! What did that fellow steal?!" He Yuan's shout came from afar.

Song Qingchen lamented that his eyesight was really excellent, while looking for the sound.

The figure of He Yuan in the distance gradually became clear, and the scarlet cloak fluttered on his back before he took off his leather helmet.

The war horse under him showed gloomy eyes, crushed the calm puddles on the ground, and rushed along the bamboo forest.

Wrapped in the autumn wind and fallen leaves all the way, the people and horses arrived at the tea pavilion.

Before He Yuanren got off his horse, he shouted arrogantly: "He runs quite fast, huh?"

The post servants all looked sideways at this place.First they watched the war horse with the scar on its chest, and then secretly watched the horseman.Then, they all gathered in groups of threes and twos, discussing in low voices.

Song Qingchen glared at him and said, "So far?"

He Yuan sneered, and proudly said: "There are many people who sent you off, but no one is willing to suffer from your bad temper every day!"

Song Qingchen said with a half-smile, "How dare you not accept it, I will send an urgent letter to the capital. Brother Huang will take off your head even if you are thousands of miles away."

He Yuan shook off the reins, drove the horse over slowly and said, "Then you want to..."

Halfway through his speech, he quickly copied Song Qingchen to the horse, laughed loudly and said, "Then you have to be merciful!"

Song Qingchen was caught off guard by the horse, and he couldn't help but let out an exclamation.Just when he sat down firmly, the person behind him hugged him again and said in a low voice: "Don't be inattentive, you write fierce words in your anger, and then you will lose your husband."

Song Qingchen turned back to stare at him, and was about to say something when he heard him shout excitedly to everyone in the motorcade:

"His Royal Highness departs—!"

Then he flicked the horsewhip vigorously, and there was a crisp sound of the whip.

After the rain stopped, the smell of soil rushed to his face, and his face was slightly moist.The ground was covered with a layer of yellow leaves that had been knocked down by the rain, so a brown road meandered forward and finally disappeared at the end of the field of vision.

The black-maned horse carried the two of them towards the distant Shuobei.

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