Zhao Mocheng's cooperation made Song Zhehao's conscience gradually move from uneasy to stable, and also made his greed expand rapidly.

This is not enough, he still wants, and wants more, more! But these are these only Zhao Mocheng can satisfy him.

Song Zhehao changed to Zhao Mocheng at this time. Slowly, he began to show the posture of his eighth prince. It was at this time that Zhao Mocheng's sentence "Zhejiang Xiaoba" suddenly pulled him out of the fog, and the conscience that had been comforted by him for a long time suddenly began to struggle violently as if awakened.

He was even ready for Zhao Mocheng to leave him because he was angry, but he never thought that Zhao Mocheng knew everything about himself, and it was even possible that all his things were so smooth because Zhao Mocheng was taking the initiative to promote.

When using Zhao Mocheng, he always comforted his conscience: "Zhao Mocheng is so smart, he must have understood what I wanted to do when I revealed my identity." Maybe I'm doing these things right now. People have known for a long time, but they are just quietly cooperating with me. ”

"yes, he's so smart, how could he not know? I don't say it, just because there is no need to say much about tacit things. ”

"It's the path he chooses for himself, he can't blame my ......"

Regarding these words of comforting himself, Song Zhehao thought a lot. But when these comforting words were suddenly hammered, what Song Zhehao felt was not relieved, but panic and anger, and even murderous intent and fear in an instant.

After this thought flashed in his mind, Song Zhehao shuddered with fright, and hurriedly retracted his messy emotions, and a sense of guilt followed, making him restless, but he still couldn't help but secretly glanced at Zhao Mocheng, wanting to know what his eyes would look at him at this time.

Is it disgust, disgust, anger, or ......

But there was nothing.

The man he didn't know how to face was sitting in front of him, holding his chin and looking at him silently, his seductive eyes were still as clear as a pool of water, and he was not shocked.

His face that changed one after another was all seen in Zhao Mocheng's eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, wondering if he had said it too early.

This guy looks quite scheming, but his endurance is still a little weak. Royal people don't deserve to have feelings, but this kid is still too young, he has a good education, and he is a good baby in the eyes of everyone.

Even if his behavior is reckless, he cannot escape the title of "well-behaved". But he still craves affection too much, whether it is himself or Uncle Li, these people he thinks have a sincere heart for him, they always worry about doing things, and they can't skillfully use feelings as something that can be used, which is simply ridiculous and redundant for the royal family.

But Zhao Mocheng felt that this might be the advantage of this little guy, and it could also become the final winning point.

After all, there are too many royal crossings and bridges, and if so, who wouldn't want the monarch they serve to be equally sincere?

Even if it's not sincere, don't cross the river and tear down the bridge, turn your face and deny people, even if you let them go back to their hometowns to live, as long as they are spared.

Song Zhehao seems to be incompetent and cowardly in the eyes of the royal family, and his affection may be a warm light in the eyes of his courtiers.

Zhao Mocheng flicked his fingers on Song Zhehao's head and asked, "What, haven't figured out what's going on yet?" Okay, don't think about it, do your own thing, do what you have to do, and don't pay too much attention to my feelings. I'll tell you in advance if I'm angry. ”

Song Zhehao opened his mouth and shrunk his head not knowing what to say. Zhao Mocheng seemed to have other things to deal with, and after saying this, he motioned for Watson to come over and push the wheelchair:

"Anyway, thank you for your hospitality today, if it's convenient, help me keep an eye on Moxue Lou more in the past two days. The prime minister has suddenly arranged a lot of work for me in the past few days, and even the things that have been handed in will be knocked down and asked me to re-process, as if he is afraid that I will be idle. So I think he might have to do something to Mo Xuelou recently. ”

Zhao Mocheng wasn't sure if Song Zhehao had heard these words, because he looked like he had just come back to his senses, looking at him with foggy eyes in confusion.

Zhao Mocheng couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, and asked, "Eh, Xiaoba, Eighth Prince, did you hear what I explained to you just now?" ”

Song Zhehao ignored him, stared at him with these misty eyes and asked, "When did you start to know about my use of you?" ”

Zhao Mocheng paused and said, "From the beginning." From the first time you used me to block the prime minister, I knew that you were starting to use me as a pawn. ”

"No, it's not like that!" Song Zhehao hurriedly denied it, but when he wanted to explain, he found that his mind was so blank.

What should he say? Say you didn't take advantage of him? Hehe, Zhao Mocheng is not a fool, how can he believe it in this case?

said that he didn't treat Zhao Mocheng as his pawn? So what are you doing now?

No matter how you explain it, it's so weak and pale, but if you don't say anything, it's even more pale.

Song Zhehao opened his mouth, lowered his head, and said as if struggling: "I really didn't plan to treat you as a chess piece." ”

Zhao Mocheng looked at him quietly and didn't speak for a long time. If it weren't for the fact that those calm eyes always fell on his head and didn't disperse, Song Zhehao almost thought that Zhao Mocheng left without saying a word.

After a long time, Song Zhehao felt that his hands were a little numb, and then he heard Zhao Mocheng say: "Eighth prince, you must remember your identity at any time. You are the eighth prince of the imperial city, the emperor's child, no matter when, you are high, no one can make you bow your head, even me.

I know, Eighth Prince, you really treat me as a friend to have this reaction, but Eighth Prince, have you ever thought that I am just a principal of the sixth grade, and I can't afford your guilt. You should rejoice that I am the one who is standing before you.

Have you ever thought that if the person standing in front of you just now has a heart for you, a sentence of 'but you have already treated me as a pawn who is sincere to you' can make you go to the trouble for him? People who do not have good thoughts in their hearts can resist tenderness and trust filled with sorrow and disappointment. ”

Song Zhehao's pupils widened suddenly, but he didn't look up, only saw the wheelchair not far from him silently turning around.

Before Zhao Mocheng left, Zhao Mocheng's last voice squeezed into his buzzing head: "Also, don't always look so aggrieved, this knows that you were born like this, don't know, I thought I bullied you." ”

Well?

Song Zhehao was stunned, and couldn't help laughing when he heard the chuckle, but this time, his eyes were really red.

It seems that it is also very good to be able to be friends with Zhao Mocheng in this life.

Outside the Eight Princes' Mansion, Zhao Mocheng was carried into a soft sedan chair, and Watson walked beside him, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

When it was time to return home, the palanquin man left, and the maids who were waiting around him also left, and when only they were left, Watson asked curiously: "Master, we have done so many things, are we really just paving the way for the eighth prince?" ”

He originally thought that the master was doing these things just to entrap the eighth prince, but it turned out that the eighth prince was indeed relying more and more on the master, but today's conversation made Watson feel very incomprehensible.

Now that the eighth prince Song Zhehao has taken the initiative to mention this matter, their master can get a strong helper as long as he gets off the donkey down the slope, but today their master is over with a casual mention, and he doesn't even plan to have an in-depth exchange with Song Zhehao.

Zhao Mocheng hooked his lips and smiled, and said, "I didn't come to the capital at the risk of being found out to be another person. ”

"Oh."

Watson nodded as if he didn't understand.

No one would be willing to take on the function of a stumbling block for someone else for no reason. If someone does this, it is nothing more than a plan in it.

Maybe there are really people who are willing to go to the soup and sacrifice themselves for the so-called friendship during this time, but that person must not be Zhao Mocheng.

He has his own obsessions.

said those words, but as a friend, I didn't want to make Song Zhehao, a kind prince, feel guilty.

After all, the reason why he was willing to help Song Zhehao and was willing to sacrifice for him was just that what he wanted could help him realize his plans.

It's just two people who use each other, why involve so much guilt.

After Zhao Mocheng returned home, he went directly to the study, and after seeing the many extra copywriters on the table, he covered his head with a faint pain.

This surnamed Meng really planned to completely press himself into the house and not move.

To be precise, not only at home, but also at work. There were more things pressed by the prime minister, and Zhao Mocheng took a stick of incense just to classify them.

"Do you really think that's going to trap me? It's a bit naïve. ”

Zhao Mocheng shook his head speechlessly, separating the newly sent, important, and those that need to be sorted out from the prime minister's embarrassment, dealing with them from heavy to light, and reporting them in batches, but never mentioning the things that the prime minister is embarrassed about.

He didn't say a word, but Watson's face, which helped him tidy up, had been wronged into a bun, and he kept on his hands and mouth:

"Master, why don't you mention anything about the prime minister's squeezing of you like this, you look at these documents, you have sorted them out three times and sent them up, and they have been stopped again."

Zhao Mocheng's eyes only had the information that was picked out by himself and needed to be sorted out, and he didn't even raise his eyelids after listening to Watson's words, and said: "If you stop it, you will send it again, there will always be a time when he doesn't stop it." ”

"The master's time is so precious, should he really waste it on such a boring thing? What's more......" Watson's anxious face wrinkled even more.

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