Quick Travel: Saving the Cannon Fodder Male Supporting Role

"The Qinghuer in Lanhuafang, whose nickname is Wuyou, is sixteen years old. He has a close personal relationship with the niece of Chen Yun, the young minister of Taichang Temple. It is rumored that Chen Wuniang will marry him after she obtains fame. He came to Meilang Temple , I think this is why I came here."

When Shangguan Hui said these words, his heart was beating.

Her Royal Highness has been stoic for more than ten years, and finally developed some interest in someone. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a hustle and bustle, and he was also a hustle and bustle who had an affair with her. His identity was unclear. Such a person If you are not even qualified to serve, how can you enter the government?

"Chen Shaoqing?" Li Changhuan's voice was a little low, and he couldn't hear the joy: "Three Sister's people."

Taichang is in charge of sacrifices in mausoleums and temples, etiquette, music, rituals, astronomy, clothing and crowns.

Chen Yun, Shaoqing of Taichang, is good at the harp and guqin. The Chen family has inherited vocal music and has produced qin masters since ancient times. The daughters of the Chen family in this dynasty had many romantic affairs, especially the place where fireworks were played. Chen Shaoqing's niece can get acquainted with the carefree young master. There is nothing wrong with knowing each other.

Taichang Qing Yang Shu is the mother of the third emperor's daughter, so it is not wrong to say that Chen Yun, the young minister of Taichang Temple, is the third emperor's daughter.

"Yes."

"The third sister intervened in the affairs of Huainan. She was very worried, but her subordinates had nothing to do and were very relaxed."

Shangguan Hui: "..."

Although her tone was the same as usual, and there was no emotion or sadness in her voice, Shangguan Hui had been waiting close to her all year round, so she could still hear the dissatisfaction in her mouth.

Not only was he dissatisfied with the Third Princess, but he was also a little bit more sour.

"Your Highness, that young master?"

For such a person whose identity and body are unclear, Her Highness should not...

After a long time, she heard Li Changhuan's rather unwilling "That's it."

Shangguan Hui breathed a sigh of relief.

If her Highness insists on bringing someone into the house, no one can stop her, except for the bad reputation.

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Young Master Wuyou didn't even know that he was almost set by someone. He was upset about someone else's broken promise.

It was Chen Huan who clearly asked him to come to Meiling to meet him, but he was made to wait here for three days. Can such a treacherous person really be trusted with him for the rest of his life?

He didn't know, and he had no choice.

Because of his outstanding appearance, he has been able to serve as a servant in Lanhuafang for these years, but he is already sixteen. If he cannot leave, sooner or later he will have to serve others with his body like the brothers in Lanhuafang. He can only hold on tightly. Chen Huan asked her to redeem herself.

After waiting for another half day, someone came riding in the wind and snow, pushed open the mountain door, and entered the guest courtyard.

Wuyou thought it was the person he was longing for, but he didn't expect that it was a maid next to Chen Huan who came in.

"Master Wuyou, something happened over there, so I'm afraid I won't be able to come. Master, you can go back on your own when the wind and snow subside a little."

"Why can't she come?" Wuyou was wearing a cloak, with a bit of anger on his face: "She sent the letter and asked me to come to see me, but now she broke the promise and broke the promise. If you can't explain clearly, you can tell her not to come to see me again. "

"Something happened to the Chen family. The Emperor Ji went to Huainan to provide disaster relief and investigate the case, and found out that the three princesses were involved. Taichang Temple belongs to the three princesses' faction. Now we are in dire straits. Please don't get entangled, Mr. Wuyou, or make the young lady unhappy. happy."

Chen Huan explained the reason to him according to Chen Huan's instructions, and at the same time, he threatened him with his own resentment. Hearing this made Wuyou feel sad and uncomfortable.

He has a low status and has no help to her. He actually knows that even if he enters the Chen family, he cannot be her official husband. If he is a side wife and is suppressed by others, his children will be inferior to others in the future. All these things are worse than what he did in Lan. How much better can it be in Huafang?

After the man finished speaking, he said goodbye and left.

The door was not closed, and the wind and snow rushed into the house, making people tremble with the cold. No matter how cold the wind and snow were, how could it compare to the coldness and helplessness in my heart?

The boy next to him was about to close the door when he saw several people passing by carrying dinner plates. They were all dressed in the same clothes. Some of the uncovered food gave off the aroma. The aroma of the delicacies spread into the room, which made people endure it. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

The boy watched those people leave at the door, then came back and said to Wuyou: "Sir, it seems that a noble person has come to this temple, and he brings a chef with him. It's really a grand occasion."

Wuyou lowered his head and said nothing.

The boy's stomach growled, he smelled the scent that was almost dissipating, licked his lips, and said, "Sir, let me go to the kitchen and get you some food if there is anything."

Wuyou ignored him, and the boy quietly left the room, turned around, closed the door, and went to the kitchen.

A few more people passed by him on the road carrying food. The smell was so tempting. When the boy pulled over and waited for them to pass by, he couldn't help but look up. He didn't know what was stewed in the high-quality white porcelain cup. It's fresh and fragrant, and it's still warmed over fire.

It was freezing cold. He wore three layers of single clothes and was still shivering from the cold. When he lowered his head, he saw the neat cotton clothes and thick boots on the feet of those people. Then he looked at his worn-out cloth shoes. Even the people who were waiting on him were... Dressed so decently, what kind of noble person should the master be?

She must be more valuable than the Miss Chen family.

If his young master can get along with such people, he can wear the same clothes and boots as these people in the future, and he will not have to go hungry. If he can win the favor of a steward, he can find a woman with a bright future to marry. , you don’t have to worry about living your life in the future...

The boy thought to himself, then turned around and saw the kitchen. The aroma was fragrant, and his stomach growled even louder. He ran over and entered the kitchen. Everyone inside was busy with their own business, and no one paid attention to him.

The people in the temple were dressed differently than the noble man. He asked someone about the meal. The man also looked at the sumptuous food next to him with greedy eyes and pointed in the direction casually: "There are only plain noodles in the temple. Take it yourself."

The boy was a little aggrieved, but the man ignored him. He had to find some noodles by himself. After all, he was living under someone else's roof, so he had to make do with what he could. However, when he tried to get some noodles, they all fell into pieces.

The weather was too cold, and the hot stove was occupied by someone else. The plain noodles were placed on the extinguished stove, and there was no heat at all. The noodles were soaked and broken. Can these cold noodles be eaten?

Even though he is usually hungry, he doesn't have much appetite at the moment, let alone the young master?

Although he is in a land of fireworks, Mr. Wuyou is the signature of Lanhuafang. Even if he is not free, he has no worries about food and clothing.

He still wanted to argue with the man, but when he turned around, he found that he was gone. There were not many people left in the kitchen. Some were sent by other pilgrims to bring hot food, and some were people from the temple. The boy couldn't tell the difference and rolled his eyes. Look around.

There is so much food here, and there are so many people coming and going, and no one knows each other. If he just grabs something, no one will notice.

Even if he is discovered and he has eaten by then, can we still cut open his stomach to see?

The boy wandered around, and finally his eyes rested on a beautiful stew pot.

So fragrant...