Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

Song Qingchen flipped through it roughly, and the box was full of love poems of one kind or another, implicit or straightforward, about a hundred.The paper is very textured, all of which are high-quality raw rice paper, with a faint ink smell.

After confirming this, Song Qingchen slumped over to the table with the box, leaning against the oil lamp to read one by one.

After reading the poems one by one, Song Qingchen's last hope was completely cut off—as expected, the original owner had already provoked He Yuan desperately.

I have to say that it is true that the original owner's literary talents are brilliant, the style of the words is a bit of a flowery style, and the rhetoric is very gorgeous.

There are already so many poems, but which ones have been transcribed and sent to the Hou Mansion for He Yuan to read?Song Qingchen has one head and two big ones.

However, according to the original book, sending poems is just a rudimentary means for the slag to attack the original owner. It seems that not long after the plot started, he still has a chance to turn the situation around.

According to what Chunxiang said, the Hou Mansion never replied.So today is an "unprecedented" time to send someone to ask.Since there was no reply, why did He Yuan send someone to ask for a letter?

Song Qingchen was actually a little bit aggrieved for the original owner.

If you want to talk about scum, this He Yuan is probably no different from his original body. Song Qingchen curled his lips while holding his chin, heh, it's not the same.The image of the protagonist Shou He Yuan in his heart is gone forever.

You don't have to go to the Yamen to rest and take a bath the next day.While he was having breakfast in his room, Chunxiang knocked on the door and came over to ask:

"My lord, the Duke of Ying issued a name card last time, inviting you to the Duke's mansion for a banquet... Will the lord still want to go?"

Yao Guangqin, the Duke of Ying, was a counselor of the late emperor and once served as the prince's junior teacher.He also gave lectures to Song Qingchen, the third prince at that time.Although the original Song Qingchen didn't have the ability to govern the country, his literary talent was highly recognized by Yao Guangqin.

Besides the prince, Yao Guangqin's favorite student is the third prince, Song Qingchen.The original book has "so Yao Guangqin and Jing Wang are friends", and then there is a plot, Yao Guangqin's Xifu Begonia opened, he held a table banquet for the birthday of the little princess, and invited several old friends to go, among them was Jing Wang Song Qingchen .

Logically speaking, Yao Guangqin's invitation, the original owner will definitely attend the appointment.Why did Chunxiang deliberately ask again? Isn't this superfluous?

But Song Qingchen thought about it inadvertently, but suddenly realized.He cautiously confirmed to Chunxiang:

"Who did the teacher invite?" In the original book, Song Qingchen was quite close to Yao Guangqin, calling Yao Guangqin "teacher" in private.Song Qingchen was quite thoughtful, and he had a thorough understanding of the original owner's temperament and habits.

Chunxiang hesitated for a moment before carefully replying: "We have invited Yan and Shen, two elders, Chen Shangshu, Ji Hanlin, and..."

"And Master He Xiaohou." Chunxiang said, looking at Song Qingchen's expression uneasily.

This is Yao Guangqin, looking at the face of the late General He, and invited his son He Yuan to reminisce about the past.

Song Qingchen calmed down, the expression in his eyes changed a little, and then said lightly: "Go."

How can you not go, this is a great opportunity to express your position.Dodging dodges is self-inflicted.I believe that soon, what happened during the banquet will reach the emperor's ears, and by the way, the rumors about Fengjing will be washed away.

The original owner can be fascinated by He Yuan, but he is different.As long as he can think about He Xiaohou Ye a little bit, his surname is not Song!

He has to go to the Duke's Mansion.

At noon, Song Qingchen found his favorite clothes and came out.After putting them all on, he walked to the bronze mirror behind the screen, admired himself for a long time before leaving the palace satisfied.

The Duke's Mansion is full of excitement today.In the morning, the stewards of the Duke's Mansion started a battle, and the people in the vicinity came to watch on the official road.Among the firecracker crumbs all over the place, there is a boy handing out auspicious copper coins, which is a scene of joy and harmony.Now all Feng Jing knows, today is the tenth birthday of the little princess of Duke Ying's family.

Before reaching the official road of the Duke's Mansion, the road was already blocked.Song Qingchen's sedan chair came in obliquely, and the Qingdao gong knocked several times before the people made way.

On Kuang Kuang Road, the voices of the surrounding people gradually receded.

When the bustle started up again, the palace sedan chair had arrived in front of the Duke's Mansion.As soon as Song Qingchen got out of the sedan chair, he saw a few female relatives in front, leading the distinguished guests to sign the roster.

It was a crabapple banquet, and as usual, there was already a pot of Xifu crabapple picked at the door, and each guest brought a flower into the room.

The prominent people all brought their families, so it seemed that there were a lot of visitors and it was very lively.The clothes are all extravagant and extravagant.

Among the female relatives of the Duke's Mansion, there stood a pretty young girl.When she saw the sedan chair in Prince Jing's mansion, she immediately came out of the crowd to meet Song Qingchen.This girl looks to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, and she is well dressed, with a Xifu crabapple on her head.

As if she was familiar with King Jing, she covered her lips and smiled:

"Hey, the third prince is here!" He blessed him very informally, and took Song Qingchen to sign the roster.

The first emperor established the eldest son, Song Jue, the eldest son, as the crown prince, who is now the sage.King Jing is ranked third, and those who are familiar with him call him "Third Prince".

As soon as this greeting came out, several female relatives nearby came to greet him one after another, Song Qingchen glanced at him, and when two of the females saw him, they immediately blushed a little, pulled out the begonias from the hairpins, and greeted him stuffed in his arms.He forgives and walks away holding the handkerchief, making people more beautiful than flowers.

The two men's series of actions were smooth and flowing.At the end, he stood far away with a smile on his face, covering his lips and whispering.

King Jing, although he likes the south wind, he is not jealous of meat and vegetables.

Song Qingchen was convinced.

The scum attacked the original owner, he was not sure if he would attack or not, but the scum, it should be the real scum.These are all appointed wives, how dare he provoke them?

But Song Qingchen didn't care about it at the moment, what he wanted to know urgently was—had He Yuan already arrived.

Song Qingchen had only treated He Yuan with contempt in the morning, but now that he really came, he felt a little apprehensive.He hesitated under his feet, reluctant to go in.

After recalling the original book for a while, Song Qingchen suddenly remembered who was the young girl who greeted him first.

It should be the younger sister of the current empress, Qingling, the young niece of Duke Ying.This Qingling is very close to King Jing, they both studied in the Imperial College when they were young.Song Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, maybe he could learn something from her mouth.

He walked forward with Qing Ling, and secretly observed the little girl Qing Ling.

As soon as the two of them reached the table where the roster was signed, Qing Ling waved her hand and said arrogantly to Song Qingchen's eldest follower: "Go, go! This girl is talking to your lord."

The long follower took a few steps aside as usual, with a smile still on his face.

Qingling leaned over and whispered mysteriously: "Brother Yan, this young master He is here too!" Her tone was quite concerned, similar to Chunxiang's attitude in the morning.Obviously heard something.

Song Qingchen, named Song Yan.

"I know." Song Qingchen said calmly.

Qingling pursed her lips, her expression a bit troubled: "Then the banquet will be held later...you..."

Song Qingchen smiled and didn't care too much: "It's okay."

Qingling seemed to understand but still nodded.She must have only heard about how King Jing courted He Xiaohou in every possible way and couldn't ask for more, but she didn't know what happened last night.

While the two were talking, all the female relatives who had been standing at the gate of the mansion went out in a flash.

Seeing this, Qing Ling walked out curiously.

Among the crowd, Song Qingchen knew Qing Ling.Qingling has a generous temper, he is planning to inquire about He Yuan's news from Qingling's mouth and make preparations early.

Now that Qing Ling went out, he also followed her unconsciously.

As soon as he reached the gate of the mansion, he saw a man coming on horseback from a distance, and will stop at the stone steps in front of the Duke's mansion.

Someone in the female family recognized it, and called out delicately: "Master He Xiaohou is here!"

He Yuan?

Song Qingchen followed curiously and vigilantly.

The man on the horse lightly reined in the reins, and the seemingly unruly black-maned horse stopped meekly.The horse's eyes were dimly lit, as if scanning the surrounding people.

What makes people chill is not only the eyes of the steed, but also the long scar on its chest—this is obviously a war horse that has been on the battlefield.It seems to confirm the brave posture of the general on horseback back then.

The female relatives were probably attracted by the war horse, and they all came forward to watch and praise, and intentionally or unintentionally, they wanted to chat with the man on the horse.

Song Qingchen stood on the steps, his eyes moved up quietly.

The boy on the horseback was about eighteen or nineteen years old, his brows were full of heroism, and his nose was straight like a sharp sword.

Although he is extremely handsome, his eyes are cold.At this moment, he supported the saddle with one hand and jumped off the horse, his movements were crisp and neat, without any muddling.In the chilly spring, he actually only wore a thin black narrow-sleeved gown, and his whole body was filled with the awe-inspiring temperament of a general's son.

It was only after dismounting that it became clear that this person was extremely tall. He squinted his eyes slightly, scanning the crowd casually.Under the sun, a young man like this should be warm and moist, but his whole body exudes a battle-tested killing spirit.

Dingyuan Hou Heyuan, the protagonist in the book.

His father died in battle, and he set off on behalf of his father for a year to quell the chaos in the northern kingdom.People in Fengjing call him He Xiaohou Ye.

Qing Ling went up to greet him.I saw that He Yuan's cold and resolute face was replaced with a cynical smile in an instant.Two more female family members came out from the Duke's mansion, and went up to strike up a conversation very enthusiastically.

He vaguely understood why the original owner fell in love with He Yuan so much.If such a young man is accepted as a guest in the curtain, it is probably not only a physical pleasure, but even a kind of spiritual satisfaction.

But, it's a pity.

This well-behaved young man is a full-fledged actor.