When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, I don't know where the days of the bleak autumn wind have passed.It was already winter season, Qi Yan put on his own big velvet robe, which was given to him by Feng Lin when he was "favored". It is said that he is the only one in the entire palace who has such an honor.

I have set up a small shed in my small vegetable garden, and I am afraid that the small vegetable sprouts that are about to emerge will be frozen.

It has been 'out of favor' for half a year, but Qi Yan's life here is quite comfortable, every day is enjoyable.Perhaps it was because Feng Lin had too many court affairs and had no time to worry about his affairs with Qi Yan, so he hadn't spoken to Qi Yan for a few days.

On New Year's Eve, Qi Yan nestled in his small side hall and was about to go to bed early, but he heard Xiao Anzi preach.

"Brother Qi, the emperor told you to come over." Xiao Anzi narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Let me just say, the emperor must not forget my brother."

Xiao Anzi is a fine person, even if others laugh at Qi Yan, he won't, because he clearly knows how many times the emperor has called him Qi Yan...

The emperor summoned him, and he couldn't sleep anymore.Put on your clothes neatly and go out.His small side hall is in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. The Hall of Mental Cultivation is huge. There is one main hall, three side halls and six side halls. The side hall where Qi Yan lives is the smallest.

Originally, Feng Lin didn't plan to give him such a small hall, but Qi Yan was still afraid of the crowd, so he asked for his order to go to this small side hall.

By the time they arrived at the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the reunion banquet had already ended, and the light of candles was burning in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, jumping on the paper window.

"Your Majesty, Eunuch Qi has brought you here." At the door, Xiao Anzi shouted inside.

A few seconds later, Feng Lin said in a low and hoarse voice: "Let him in!"

Xiao Anzi squinted at Qi Yan and smiled, Qi Yan nodded and walked in with big strides.

The hall still smelled of ambergris as usual, but Qi Yan shrugged his nose and could smell a hint of alcohol in it.

"Your Majesty?" Qi Yan called out, and a voice came from the dormitory. Qi Yan collected himself and knelt down at the door of the dormitory: "Slave Qi Yan, see the emperor."

There was a light voice from inside, and it took a long time to hear the voice: "Come in."

Qi Yan pursed his lips and walked in, the smell of alcohol all around became stronger.Qi Yan raised his eyes and saw Feng Lin leaning on the edge of the bed, his cheeks were reddish, he was half-squinting his eyes, looking at Qi Yan who was lying on his back.

Looking at each other, Qi Yan lowered his eyes indifferently, and said respectfully: "The emperor is drunk, and those servants don't serve the emperor well. The servants go to get some sober soup for the emperor first."

"Are you blaming me?" Feng Lin's voice was as abrupt as a kite, and then it was so melodious when raised.

Qi Yan hurriedly knelt down: "I don't dare."

"You call yourself a slave to me?" Feng Lin's voice raised slightly, full of shock and bewilderment, and even a little sad: "Qi Yan, are you really going to be like this with me for the rest of your life?"

Qi Yan sighed softly and got up from the ground: "Your Majesty, you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk!" Feng Lin shouted: "I haven't had a few cups of that wine today, how could I be drunk?" It's just that my heart is drunk.

Qi Yan sighed again, and walked towards the bed under the dim light.

"Your Majesty, have a cup of tea." Qi Yan poured a cup of tea at the table, turned around and handed it to Feng Lin: "After drinking, my stomach must feel sick."

Feng Lin took the tea, and suddenly laughed mockingly: "You know everything that even the queen doesn't know."

Qi Yan pursed his lips and did not speak.Feng Lin's appetite is not very good, and he usually eats food that warms his stomach and nourishes his stomach. To his stomach, the spicy food is like a storm passing by on the grass, which is pitiful.

Although Feng Lin is unhappy, he can't stop drinking.Whether it's an envoy from another country, or a family banquet, as the host, he must drink. Who would know how spicy and uncomfortable it will be at that time?

However, Qi Yan knew that when Qi Yan was around, he would always prepare some warm tea and stomach-healthy pastries for him to eat. After changing to Xiao Anzi, he didn't know, and there was no more.

"The emperor can tell Xiao Anzi, after all..." I can't accompany you forever.

There's nothing to hide about the stomach cold, it's just that Qi Yan understood it before, and Feng Lin saved the time to talk about it.It's not Qi Yan who prepares now, but Xiao Anzi can prepare it, but Feng Lin doesn't have any orders...

For some reason, I felt that this was a secret between the two of them, and that only the two of them knew it.

Feng Lin didn't speak, drank warm tea, leaned on the bed exhaustedly for a long time, and then stood up.

"Forget it, wait for me to take off my clothes and take a shower."

The maidservant had already prepared the bath water, Qi Yan undressed Feng Lin, and when he took off his underwear, his movements were a little unnatural.

Feng Lin could feel his posture, and it wasn't until he got into the tub that Feng Lin asked, "Qi Yan, what's wrong with you?"

Qi Yan pursed his lips and said calmly after a while: "Your Majesty... I have a merciless request from my slave."

"You should have told me about it long ago." Feng Lin showed a gleam of joy: "Tell me, how can I not care about your business?"

"The slave wants to go to the palace as an errand."

The smile on Feng Lin's face suddenly froze.

Where is the palace?Although it was not far from the imperial palace, it was the place where the emperor lived when he was on tour. If Feng Lin didn't make the tour, he might never see Qi Yan for the rest of his life.

"This is what you want me to help with?!" Feng Lin's voice suddenly increased: "Qi Yan, you think highly of yourself, right?!"

"Your Majesty, this servant has unethical thoughts in his heart. In this palace, I'm afraid he has intentions but not enough power." Qi Yan explained lightly, without telling him what the "unholy thoughts" are, nor who the object is. who.

Feng Lin's eyes widened now, and his friend was now in emotional distress.

"It's not right..."

"Your Majesty, if you still regard Qi Yan as a friend, please allow me!"

"Qi Yan, if you really have someone you like, and I'm here, why are you afraid of infidelity—" Feng Lin's voice suddenly stopped, and then he murmured in disbelief: "Could it be my concubine?!"

"How can it be!" Qi Yan was convinced by Feng Lin's imagination: "It's not the emperor's concubine, this is unethical but common in the world, nothing else." Qi Yan sighed, stood up helplessly, Wipe Feng Lin's back.

"Your Majesty, I may have fallen in love with a man."

A trace of unconscious sternness flashed between Feng Lin's brows: "A man?"

"Yes, a man." Qi Yan said to himself, "I want to spend the rest of my life with him. Not for anything else, but just to paint and enjoy flowers every day. There are so many paradises, where can't we go?"

"But I don't know his thoughts, and I dare not speculate."

"If that's the case, it's better to leave first, so as not to make people laugh when the Dong Chuang incident happens."

……

Feng Lin listened quietly, feeling suddenly uncomfortable.

Qi Yan fell in love with a man right under his nose... he didn't even know it?