What am I thinking when I'm cheating on the male supporting role [Transmigration Book]

The birthday banquet of Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites must be a big battle.

In the main courtyard on the other side of the east corner gate, all the big figures sat, and the scene was more spectacular than the small courtyard at the west end of the hall.

Even in this small courtyard, the surrounding flowers, trees, rockery, pavilions and green peaks are unique and exquisite, all of which are pleasing to the eye.

Except for the shabby food and drinks, there is a smell of ancient bureaucratic corruption everywhere.

It's a pity that what Han Jiao cares most about is the quality of the food, no matter how beautiful the courtyard is, he can't take it away with a package.

He couldn't make up for the suffering he suffered this trip. He had a lot of complaints and suggestions for this senior official of the imperial court.

The Minister of the Ministry did not mean to be stingy at his birthday banquet on purpose, but because the newly appointed Inspector Zuodu Yushi also came to celebrate his birthday today. ?

The food in the main courtyard can meet the standards stipulated by state capital post stations for receiving imperial envoys. Of course, the secondary courtyards have to lower the standards one by one. Who will let our officials be small?

The people sitting in this other courtyard are not actually real officials. Except for the three academic masters who entered the Imperial Academy in the palace examination, the rest are all top-ranked scholars in the second grade.

The chief examiner of this year's imperial examination is Mr. Butang who passed his birthday today.

In the nepotism of officialdom, the chief examiner is regarded as the teacher of this year's candidates, so the Jinshi sitting here are classmates in name, and they are all disciples of the minister.

Yijia and the third top student are sitting in the chair.

Han Jiao Erjia No.9, could have squeezed at the main table, but the eyes of the number one scholar suggested that he "go cool off", so he got his wish and sat at the second table.

At the second table, there were also a few accomplices of the No. [-] Scholar. When they saw him sitting down, they all had gloomy faces. Han Jiao just pretended not to see him.

Not long after the banquet started, Han Jiao discovered that the person sitting on his right purposely refused to eat the dishes he had touched with his chopsticks.

He hadn't had a problem with that.

But the action of this buddy possessing a playful spirit, jumping over the dish to avoid Han Jiao's contamination, was deliberately exaggerated to make people sick, for fear that others would not notice.

Han Jiao was not polite, stood up, put a chopstick into the bowl of each dish on the table, and sat down to eat slowly.

The actor was stunned, and the table was full of dishes, and he couldn't know where to start.

Every time the attendant served a new dish, Han Jiao would hold a chopstick in his hand, so that the actor had no food to eat.

Han Jiao was also very considerate and thoughtful, pointing at the actor classmate, he said to the attendant in a warm voice: "Hurry up and add a bowl of tea to Mr. Chen. The food and drink are not to his liking. He can't eat it. Don't let him faint from hunger. It's a waste of Mr. Chen's favor." face."

The attendant responded with a smile on his face, but his eyes were already looking at the "difficult taste" person with vengeance.

Let's see who the old man is, who dares to choose the food and drink at the banquet of Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites.

"How can you talk nonsense!" The classmate, the playwright, jumped up in fright, and without thinking about arguing with Han Jiao, he quickly grabbed the attendant and explained seriously: "Don't listen to his jokes, don't mention the food and drink on the table today How delicious, I'm not picky!"

"Then why didn't I see you move your chopsticks?" Han Jiao asked eagerly for knowledge.

The waiter subconsciously glanced at the bowls and chopsticks table in front of this person, and sure enough there was not a trace of greasy residue on it, obviously he hadn't eaten a few mouthfuls of food.

The attendant knew it well, and of course he couldn't refute the honor of the guest, so he only said a few perfunctory words, then smiled and backed away.

The playwright watched Master Butang’s servant leave inexplicably, and sat back on the chair in dismay. After a long pause, he regained his composure, then turned his head suddenly, glared at Han Jiao, and said through gritted teeth, “I said, Han Shentong, if you don’t want to go with me Let me have a drink at the same table, just say it! There is no need to use such tricks!"

Han Jiao, whose name is Xiaobai, has been a prodigy who has been famous in the capital since he was a child. He was born as a scholar half a year ago, and he is not yet 19 years old.

The playwright called him a child prodigy not as a compliment, but as a sarcasm.

Obviously, many Jinshi in this yard are hostile to him, but not all because of jealousy of his youth and promise, but because the original owner provoked him.

The original owner with the same name and surname as Han Jiao is a genuine child prodigy, the second best in the middle hall examination, and was spoiled by his family as a god since childhood.

With a good brain and insufficient experience, it is easy to make mistakes.

There are two kinds of people that all human beings hate the most, one is people who harm their own interests or safety, and the other is people who are superior to themselves.

The original owner, Han Jiao, originally only occupied the latter, but he was so proud, with such a small mouth, he offended the No. [-] Scholar in less than half a year, causing a group of Jinshi to crowd out him.

Han Jiao is more wronged than Dou E. He somehow transmigrated into this book, even if he didn't transmigrated into the male protagonist, but when he transmigrated, the mess of the original owner had been smashed into mud. He is really hard to mix.

It's not that I didn't try to find a way to make up for it.

Taking the initiative to show his favor, the number one scholar thought that this little prodigy had concocted some more shocking humiliation package, that he had suffered traumatic stress syndrome, and started attacking Han Jiao no matter what happened.

Han Jiao is not a person who punters in his belly, so he broke his cans, talked less, worked more, and I will not be offended if no one offends me.

The showman's performance just now offended him, so he didn't intend to broaden the horizon, so he turned around and asked, "You really didn't move your chopsticks just now? Could it be because the food didn't suit your taste?"

The actor said angrily: "Who said I haven't moved my chopsticks! I..."

"Oh yes, I remembered. When the banquet was just started, my lord, you were like this..." Han Jiao stood up, deliberately imitating the man's exaggerated evasive action to pick up vegetables, as if crossing a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, tremblingly picked up a chopstick of sweet dates, Put it into the bowl, breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped off the sweat: "It's true that I took a jujube like this, it took a lot of effort, isn't your lord hungry? Why didn't you eat it later?"

The other two Jinshi at the same table couldn't hold back, and were amused by this vivid imitation, bowing their heads and laughing.

Master Chen felt even more ashamed, squinting his eyes at Han Jiao, and said in a deep voice: "Han Shentong, you and I are working together now, and I hope you will leave room for your actions. The Imperial Academy is not a place for rebels to run wild. Be careful." Misfortune comes out of your mouth!"

Han Jiao politely replied with a smile of "who is afraid of whom".

He is the one who controls the plot.

There seemed to be some news from the attendants in the outer courtyard. The Jinshi in the other courtyard went out in groups with wine glasses. After a while, the courtyard was empty.

I don't know what happened, at this time, if I don't follow the crowd, I don't feel at ease, so Han Jiao had no choice but to pick up the wine glass and go out.

On the way, I inquired with the attendants that it turned out that King Yan came to the mansion to celebrate his birthday in person, and he is now a guest in the main courtyard.

No wonder the guests from all over the house gathered towards the east corner gate. It is estimated that even the female relatives in the inner courtyard are holding the door.

Xie Guang, King of Yan, is the male lead in the original novel, the eldest son of the empress. Everyone thought that he would be made the crown prince.

In fact, it was the queen's third son, Xie Duo, who was finally crowned crown prince.

In the future, this incident will lead to some civil servants fighting against the emperor, that is, "the struggle for the foundation of the country".

It is now the beginning of Longsheng's 30th year, and King Yan is about to lose power soon. This group of people who have just entered the officialdom are rushing to curry favor.

A lot of cannon fodder was dumped in the early stage of this original book, so Han Jiao didn't plan to join any camp, and as for currying favor with King Yan, he could avoid it.

Foretelling is cool.

Han Jiao stopped in the rushing crowd, turned around, walked leisurely towards the unoccupied west corner gate, found a secluded corner of the garden, took a deep breath, and let off the smell of alcohol all over his body.

This place is located at the corner of the front yard, there is no wind lamp shaking in all directions, only the moonlight and the fragrance of flowers wandering.

Han Jiao raised his head to the moon, raised his wine glass, and was about to take a sip.

A strange man's fierce voice came from behind: "Sir, you have time to spare, hide here and toast to the moon."

Those Jinshi have all gone to the King of Yan to get acquainted with each other, so why do they still come to find fault?

Han Jiao pretended not to hear, still looking up at the moon.

The people behind him didn't have any seizures, they were silent with him.

But there was a dangerous atmosphere in this silence, forcing Han Jiao to turn around slowly and look at the person who was looking for trouble.

The moonlight was dim, and at a distance of two feet, the man was carrying the light of a distant lantern, making it difficult for Han Jiao to see his face clearly.

Among the group of Jinshi, is there such a tall and tall figure?

No, it looks like a young military officer, probably the guard of the residence.

"Why didn't you answer?" The man's voice sounded young, but his tone was majestic enough.

Guessing that the guard regarded him as a lazy attendant, Han Jiao also explained in a majestic manner: "I drank too much at the banquet, so let me disperse the smell of wine here."

Although there was nothing wrong with Han Jiao's reply, his tone was obviously sullen, which was also to retaliate for the rudeness of the guard opposite.

The guard obviously realized that Han Jiao's tone was not kind, but he didn't back down. Not only did he remain majestic, but he also added a bit of sarcasm, and said coldly: "I thought you had no intention of clinging to the powerful, so you came to this secluded corner To Yue Shuai, now it seems that you have been excluded somewhere, and you are hiding here to sulk, right?"

Sure enough, they came to find fault.

The banquet was almost over, Han Jiao was too lazy to start an argument, didn't want to give a single look, and left the courtyard aggressively with his chin raised, and when he passed by the guard, he chuckled softly: "You think too much, I will immediately Here, I am waiting for the discerning dignitaries to cling to me."

How dare you speak so brazenly!

"You..." King Yan was about to teach him a lesson, but when he passed by, he was startled by the face of this lunatic.

Facing the lights in the distance, Han Jiao passed by, a young and handsome face caught off guard and broke into King Yan's eyes, disrupting King Yan's thoughts.

The question changed from "Which daring official is this with such a bad temper? My king asked him why he was so fierce when he didn't go to toast!" to "Is this kid an official? Has his hair grown yet?"

Because Han Jiao walked away with his head held high, this brief confusion of thoughts made King Yan miss the opportunity to get angry.

When he turned around, the figure of the lunatic almost disappeared into the sea of ​​people, and King Yan hurriedly shouted: "Where do you work!"

Ask clearly to seek revenge.

Not only did the figure of the lunatic not stop, but he disappeared into the crowd more and more like a shadow, and he even left a response that was particularly embarrassing——

"you guess."