Quick Travel: He is obviously cannon fodder but becomes a heartthrob

During the autumnal equinox, the seventeenth prince got married.

The entire palace was brightly lit and hung with many red lanterns, making it look particularly festive.

The old emperor was ill and couldn't come, and Shen Yu's biological mother died young. There was no other way, so Song Song had no choice but to act as the head of the family, trying his best to sit upright with a straight face.

Originally, the whole process went very smoothly, but when Shen Yu served her tea, he kept hooking her hand, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and Song Song froze, and the smile on his face almost disappeared.

Turning around to look at Shen Yu, he looked serious.

Can pretend.Song Song secretly cursed in his heart.

When the worship service was over, it was logical that she should stay and eat, but she had to maintain the dignified and elegant posture of the empress the whole time. She couldn't hold it in anymore, so she had to pretend to be uncomfortable and leave first.

He said he was going back to the palace, but actually he changed his clothes and went out to play secretly.

After the old emperor fell ill, Shen Ci and Qin Yi had a lot more things to do. They could sneak out of the palace to play, but they both felt that it was not peaceful outside, so they told Song Song several times to let her settle down first. Stay in the palace all your life.

She had no choice but to be obedient and try not to cause any trouble to them.

But since everyone is out of the palace today, it would be a pity not to go out and play for a while.

Song Song asked Qi'er to send a message to Shen Ci, while he followed A Qi and slipped away first.

Although Shen Yu's wedding was not particularly grand, it was still done with style. There were many people outside rushing to join in the fun, waiting for people inside to hand out wedding candies.

When Song Song and A Qi walked out of the back door, they were squeezed for a while.The little girl still put on her curtain obediently and looked around, with happiness written all over her face.

"I haven't been out for a few days, and it feels like it's different outside."

Aqi smiled, with a soft look in his eyes, "Miss, you really like being outside the house."

Song Songyang raised her head and suddenly looked at the boundless clear sky. She spread her hands and seemed to be feeling something, "Of course." She looked at A Qi again and asked with a smile, "A Qi, if you don't become a maid, What would you like to do?"

Aqi's eyes suddenly widened, and he almost knelt down on the spot, his voice frightened, "Aqi doesn't want to think about anything, he just wants to be by the lady's side."

Song Song couldn't laugh or cry for a moment. He patted Aqi's hand gently and said comfortingly: "Aqi, don't think too much. I just want to know what kind of life you would have lived if you had not entered the palace."

"..." Aqi pursed her lips, and was speechless for a moment. She lowered her head, her voice a little bitter, "Probably according to the wishes of my father and mother, I will marry a suitable person when I reach the age. Let your husband teach your son."

As she was talking, she felt a pair of warm hands hugging her, and the little queen smiled at her, and her soft voice overflowed, "But I think that Aqi is so powerful, he will definitely do what he wants to do. "

In the distance, a voice as warm as a spring sounded.

"What about Qingqing? What kind of life will you live?"

Song Song turned around following the voice, and a familiar figure came into view.She quirked her eyebrows and called her cousin sweetly.

The smile on Lin Chengyuan's face softened and he slowly walked forward.

It was always inconvenient to talk on the road, so he led Song Song to a private room in a restaurant and waited to talk slowly.

Song Song sat in her seat and blinked her eyes. For a moment, she didn't know what Lin Chengyuan wanted to say when he brought her here.

After Lin Chengyuan sat down, he fiddled with the tea set in front of him. After a while, he poured the tea and gently pushed the teacup in front of Song Song.

Finally, Song Song couldn't hold it in any longer and asked timidly: "My cousin brought me here to discuss something important?"

"It's not really important... I just have something I want to ask you." Lin Chengyuan paused and said slowly.

Song Song breathed a sigh of relief, "If you have any questions, cousin, just ask, I will definitely tell you everything."

When Lin Chengyuan saw her sitting upright, he couldn't help but curled his lips, "Don't be nervous."

"What I just said on the road is what I want to ask. If you don't enter the palace, what do you want to do...?"

Song Song held his chin and thought seriously.

"Maybe opening a dessert shop? There are sweet and chewy snacks to eat every day when you wake up."

Lin Chengyuan was a little stunned, then chuckled after a while.

Yes, she is always so different.

In fact, Lin Chengyuan's purpose of bringing her here today was not as simple as he said.

He already knew most of Shen Yu's plan.

There will definitely be a fight to the death between the prince and Shen Yu. If there is a palace coup, she will be the one he is most worried about.

She had only a limited foundation in the palace and was not a scheming person. He was afraid that she would not even be able to escape and would die from a random sword.

Looking at the carefree look of the little girl opposite, Lin Chengyuan clenched his hands, and for a moment he had the idea of ​​taking her away and hiding her.

If she was temporarily hidden in the house, her life might be saved.

This idea was not groundless, it was just that he had always hidden it very well, but every time he met her, all his so-called self-control would collapse.

Lin Chengyuan lost his voice at some point and slowly said, "Qingqing, if you are willing, can you please come to my house to get together?"

The man's eyes contained some anxious emotions, and he stared at the girl motionlessly, waiting for her answer with full satisfaction.

But before Song Song could speak, steady and powerful steps sounded from behind, accompanied by the man's deep and magnetic voice, "Mr. Lin, I'm afraid this is over the line?"

Song Song knew who it was just by hearing the footsteps.

Her heart couldn't help but tighten, and her body stiffened.

After suffering a lot, he was caught by Shen Ci again.

She turned her head tremblingly, and sure enough, she saw the man's handsome face tightened. Although the corners of his mouth were raised, his brows and eyes were full of frost.

Song Song lowered her head instantly, and without waiting for the man to call her, she walked up to him obediently.

Shen Ci's expression softened a little.

His big hand secretly touched her waist a few times, causing her to tremble and move closer to the man unconsciously.

Lin Chengyuan's face paled for a moment, but he still pretended to be calm. He stood up and bent over, "Chen, I have seen..."

Shen Ci waved his hand to signal him to be silent.

"Mr. Lin, I know that you are a good minister. You always teach etiquette and engrave the etiquette of monarchs and ministers on your forehead. My father even praised you for this. You are as gentle as a clear bamboo."

"It's just that I don't know when you hit the wrong person."

These words were very serious. Lin Chengyuan clenched his teeth and fell to his knees with a plop, "I know my mistake. Everything is my fault. I hope Your Highness will not implicate innocent people."

The atmosphere between the two men was particularly scary, and Song Song was a little frightened.

She carefully tugged on His Highness the Crown Prince's sleeves, and when he lowered his head and looked over, she begged for mercy with that pitiful look in his eyes.

Shen Ci couldn't bear her coquettishness, and he didn't expect Lin Chengyuan to do anything, so he picked it up gently and said a few words before ending it.

At the end of the day, he hugged the little queen and left, turning his head to look at Lin Chengyuan.

He was still kneeling on the ground, but he was looking at them with his peripheral vision, his fingers trembling slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Shen Ci lowered his eyelids and stopped looking at him.

Lin Chengyuan is a good minister, but he is not a good minister.