When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead

The man came to this cold place, embraced and kissed him...

The memory is so blurred, Qi Yan wakes up suddenly after being drunk, he frowns and sits up from the bed with a headache, looking at the coldness of the room, how does it look like someone has been there?

Waking up from the dream, Qi Yan couldn't help chuckling as he looked at the flagon lying down beside him.

After all, it is your own dream.Qi Yan went down to the ground and kicked the flagon beside the bed. The flagon rolled and slid, dropping a few drops of unclean wine.

How could a majestic emperor come to this cold palace in the middle of the night just to see him?

Thinking about it was funny, Qi Yan prepared bath water for himself, and took a warm bath.All the fatigue seemed to disappear at this moment.

The room was very quiet, as if the sweet dream of last night never existed again.Three days later, Qi Yan received the imperial decree, asking him to return to take charge of the House of Internal Affairs.

That dream... seems to have come true?

Qi Yan was puzzled, but maybe it was really his own fantasy, so when he received the imperial decree, he froze on the spot.

Xiao Anzi who came to announce the decree showed joy on his face: "Brother Qi, you are finally back! The emperor still misses you!"

Qi Yan was silent for a while before asking: "Little Anzi, how are the emperor these days?"

"My brother isn't here, so I can't see it. I'll be able to go back to the palace, I'll let my brother see for himself!" Xiao Anzi showed a mysterious look on his face, but Qi Yan didn't have the time to tease him.

"Three days ago, was the emperor well?"

"It's all right." Xiao Anzi was puzzled: "Three days ago...the emperor looked like it was Concubine Yao's brand. If you say that Concubine Yao is really the favorite of the sixth palace, there is actually a person who can compare to her in this harem." None. Hey, bah, bah, bah, talking about the master in private is going to get slapped..."

...It turned out that he turned over the brand of Concubine Yao.

Unclear about the emotions in his heart, Qi Yan took the order and started to pack his things.The carriage of the palace is just outside the palace, it seems that the meaning of this decree is to let him return to the palace immediately.

Uneasy and entangled in his heart, it wasn't until he got into the carriage that Qi Yan vaguely remembered that he was going back to the palace again.

"What are you worried about, brother?" Xiao Anzi could see his gloom: "Although the imperial palace is airtight, it is better than that palace."

"I know." Qi Yan shook his head: "It just feels like I have to go back to that cage where I can't fly."

"What did brother say that? As a person in the palace, you can't even think about going out." Xiao Anzi also sighed in disappointment: "But it's okay, brother was in the palace before, not outside the city. That free life, otherwise I like that free life, and I don’t want to go back to the palace.”

Qi Yan nodded, acquiescing to Xiao Anzi's words.

The west gate of the imperial palace was opened for Qi Yan. He lifted the curtain and watched the long street disappear behind the tightly closed gate. After all, that free life had nothing to do with him.

"Brother don't think about it." Xiao Anzi comforted him: "The emperor treats elder brother well, it's better than anything else."

The emperor treats him well, who in the palace can be compared with him in grace?But the grace he wanted was not these...

It must be that I am asking for too much.

When he returned to the palace, his position was still the head of internal affairs, he was still serving in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and his place of residence was still the side hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

It seemed that it had never changed, just like before he left the palace.

Putting on the palace clothes, Qi Yan must go to give a big gift to the emperor, thank you.

When they came to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Qi Yan knelt at the door, Xiao Anzi came out and let him in with a smile.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Yan stood up and walked inside.

Stepping through the lacquered palace gate, on the gleaming high seat, is Feng Lin in a strong suit.

He was reviewing the memorial, as if he hadn't seen him, and he didn't seem to have heard of him coming in.

Qi Yan's eyes drooped slightly. Sure enough, the sweet dream three days ago was nothing but his drunken fantasy.

Kneeling down silently, Qi Yan didn't speak, he was waiting, waiting for Feng Lin to let him get up.

The sound of reviewing the memorial became the only background music in the Hall of Mental Cultivation for a while, it seemed so sad and sad, and it was unclear whether it was for Qi Yan or the brush with the red ink.

"If I don't let you get up, will you kneel there for the rest of your life?"

Qi Yan narrowed his eyes slightly: "The slave listens to the emperor."

"Why do you call yourself a slave?" Feng Lin suddenly raised his voice: "Back to the palace, is it to give up the status of a friend and concentrate on being a slave?"

Qi Yan's heart was cold, why would he think so?The distance between friends can make him more presumptuous with him, but the identity of a slave...is a lifetime of relative but speechless.

"I……"

"Do you regret what happened that night?"

Hearing this, Qi Yan's eyes widened suddenly, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Feng Lin who was sitting on the main seat.The man was chuckling, and the jokes and ridicule in his eyes were clearly visible.

... He, is he teasing himself? !

"Look at you, I'm afraid you took what happened that night as a dream." Feng Lin walked down from the main seat, came to Qi Yan's side, stretched out his hand, and gently twirled the untied hair at his temples, with a hoarse voice Shen Shen: "Then what happened that night doesn't count?"

"Count!" To be honest, Qi Yan didn't remember what he said at that time, but he knew that if he said no, everything might start all over again.

Upon receiving his answer, a gleam flashed in Feng Lin's eyes.

"I really meant what I said to bring you back to the palace, and you said at that time that you would stay with me for the rest of your life..."

"This one counts!"

"Serve by my side?"

"Of course, I will always be by your side."

"Always love me? Never leave?"

"...This, for the time being, counts." Qi Yan didn't know that he was so open when he was drunk. You must know that in ancient times, it would be embarrassing to say such words.

"Love me forever?"

"..."

Qi Yan finally understood what was going on.

"Your Majesty, are you kidding me?"

Feng Lin smiled, smiling so happily: "Except for being with me for the rest of my life, the rest is not what you said."

Qi Yan was slightly relieved in his heart, but an angry look appeared on his face: "Your Majesty!"

"But you promised me just now, that's all counted."

Qi Yan had nothing to say for a while, why didn't he know that Feng Lin would deceive people like this?

Seeing his bewildered and embarrassed face, Feng Lin smiled even more happily, and his laughter echoed throughout the hall.

The louder the laughter, the more embarrassing Qi Yan became, Feng Lin looked at him and hugged him into his arms.

"Don't be upset, what I promise you will count."

"...What did you promise?" Qi Yan asked curiously.

Feng Lin's eyes flickered slightly: "A Jieyu is already pregnant with a child. If she is a prince, then she will go to the mother and keep the child. From then on, the harem will be a cold palace, and I will never step in."

Qi Yan was stunned, Feng Lin's words were like a sharp sword piercing his heart.

An emperor, for the sake of a man, would not enter the harem.

"If the princess..."

"Oh." Feng Lin sighed with pretended regret: "If it's a princess..."

Qi Yan's eyes darkened when he wanted to speak.

Feng Lin chuckled, and continued: "If it's a princess, then I can only let the Fourteenth Prince inherit my throne."

The Fourteenth Prince, the youngest son of the late Emperor, is now three years old and has been taken care of by Feng Lin.

It turned out that everything was ready for Fenglin, but at this time, Jieyu, who was sleeping with her a few months ago, was pregnant. Since Fenglin had seen her own intentions, she didn't intend to keep the mother and child, but she couldn't bear it. The fate of living in the emperor's house, Jiangshan Sheji cut off children and grandchildren in his generation, and he will not feel at ease after his death.

However, now, everything is not a problem.

Let's talk about things in the future.

The person he holds in his arms is the love of his life, and he has nothing else to ask for.

……