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

In this day and age, it is not uncommon for princes and nobles to raise male pets. The behavior of the big boss just now really scared Han Jiao.

However, Han Jiao should have expected it long ago.

Xie Duo is such a terrifying big boss, what "that aspect" of cells can he have?

It’s as if taking full responsibility when the ghostwriter was caught was to mitigate the crime, and when he said “give me your hand” in the secretary’s room, it was to frighten him for fun, and chasing the kidnapper alone was just for the sake of competitiveness.

So, how could he have misunderstood Xie Duo's actions just now...

He is guilty, he introspects.

However, for some unknown reason, when Han Jiao was embraced by the "space", deep down in Han Jiao's heart, there seemed to be a strange sense of pleasure.

The inexplicable joy was wrapped in layers of surprise and horror, but it was extremely sharp and had nowhere to hide, making it hard for him to ignore it.

I'm so pissed!

I don't know if it's because of my own misunderstanding, or because of an out-of-pocket prank by the big boss.

"Why does Your Highness tie a purse around my neck!" Han Jiao stared at Xie Duo dissatisfiedly.

"It's under your nose, it's safe." Xie Duo rarely showed kindness, helping the poor to protect their property.

Han Jiao refused to accept: "But I am so big with a purse hanging on my chest, it looks silly."

Xie Duo solemnly reminded: "You should think more about the underlying reasons why you look stupid."

Han Jiao glared at the big boss, turned around and left.

The purse hanging on his chest was dangling, making him even angrier!

Seeing the little prodigy walking forward without saying a word, Xie Duo followed up a few steps: "Why don't you talk?"

"What does Your Highness want me to say?"

"Tell me what these stalls sell."

Han Jiao was passive and sabotaged, walked past stalls one by one, raised his hand and pointed at them one by one, perfunctory: "Stir-fried chestnuts in sugar, maltose, plum cake, wonton, cheap jewelry..."

Xie Duo, who was chasing after him, questioned: "That's not how you explained just now."

Han Jiao found fault and took revenge: "I can't remember what I said just now, the purse around my neck is too heavy!"

Noticing that the little prodigy seemed to be throwing a temper tantrum, Xie Duo asked in a puzzled voice, "Why are you walking so fast? Let me follow you?"

"The minister is clearing the way for His Highness."

The big boss ordered several times to slow down, but Han Jiao sprinted all the way instead, intending to rush across the intersection and throw the big boss down the street in order to win spiritually.

"Han Xiaobai!"

The big boss' warning voice finally made Han Jiao pause and regain his composure.

Turning around, Han Jiao glared at the big boss who "couldn't keep up with the speed".

It was only then that he realized that the big boss had already been thrown away by a certain distance. He was surrounded by a group of young girls, all holding marriage lottery cards, and followed him all the way excitedly.

Probably because he stayed too long in front of the marriage lottery booth, which attracted the attention of the girls. The appearance of the big boss as "Ruyi Langjun" made the girls think that their marriage lottery had manifested.

In this era, Cheng-Zhu Confucianism is not prevalent, and women are relatively open and free, but the basic common sense of intimacy between men and women still exists. Surrounded by a group of girls, Xie Duo is inconvenient to push them away with his hands. Seeing the back of the little prodigy, he almost disappears into the crowd , sweating all over his forehead.

Seeing the stricken look of the big boss, Han Jiao smiled gratifiedly, and stepped forward to save him.

Behind him a cart pulled by a horse passed by, not fast, but there was a gust of wind, and Han Jiao's wide sleeves were pulled up.

When the carriage passed by, a protruding nail on the edge scratched Han Jiao's cuff!

Xie Duo was still struggling to move amidst the crowd, when he suddenly saw the little prodigy suddenly raise his arm, turn around and run after a carriage!

Han Jiao actually dared to leave Da Chu's number one Cuju master!

Xie Duo instantly abandoned the royal demeanor that had been passed down from generation to generation, raised his hand unceremoniously to push aside the girls who were in the way, and chased after him with a stride. Just as he was about to be furious, he saw the little prodigy holding the fence of the truck with one hand, with a terrified look on his face. Shout to the driver: "Stop! Stop!"

The coachman turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw someone grabbing the rear of his car and was about to rein in his horse, when suddenly someone shouted, "Get out of the way!"

Another carriage is coming!

A whip cracked, the horse neighed in fright, and suddenly ran away!

The sleeve stuck on the car was suddenly pulled forward, Han Jiao couldn't react in time, and fell forward——

There was a sharp sound of the long sword coming out of its sheath, followed by a "呵啊", the wide sleeve stuck on the nail was cut in two, Han Jiao was picked up by the waist, and fell into the firm embrace behind him.

Undecided in shock, panting.

The arm of the man behind him was still tightly pressed on his waist, Han Jiao looked down at his arm, but a small part of the sleeve was cut off, so he could still wear it after changing it.

"Do you really regard this king as a bodyguard?"

The displeased voice of the boss came from behind.

Only then did Han Jiao realize that he was surrounded by the big boss's arms, and he murmured depressingly, "Every time I meet His Highness, I will be very unlucky."

"It sounds like I'm the king's fault?" Xie Duo asked dangerously.

"I don't mean that." Han Jiao reminded: "Can your Highness let go first?"

"I'll let go, can you stand still?" Xie Duo pinched Han Jiao's side waist and sneered disdainfully, "It's as soft as cotton."

Han Jiao immediately struggled to turn around, raised his arms angrily, and tensed his biceps: "I usually practice arm strength!"

"Young Master, you are very skilled!" There were praises from the girls around.

Han Jiao was overjoyed, followed the sound and found that the girl who spoke was looking at Xie Duo with admiration.

The girls who witnessed the thrilling moment of saving lives gathered around, and someone happily persuaded: "It's really a good omen! The two young masters also come to ask for the root stick!"

"No we..."

"That's right! Come and ask for a lottery, thank you Bodhisattva for your protection!"

"Just ask for one, maybe the son's marriage is close by!" The girls giggled shyly.

Surrounded by crowds, the two walked back to the fortune teller's booth.

The girls enthusiastically urged the two handsome sons to ask for a lottery.

Xie Duo remained expressionless and unmoved. Han Jiao'er was a little softer, and soon he obeyed the girls' request and sat down to ask for a lottery.

The signature said: [Wenqu is gone, Ziwei is now, and the two look at each other with deep lovesickness].

Han Jiao asked to untie the lottery, but the fortune teller asked him to throw the bamboo board once, and he had to combine the hexagrams and images to untie the lottery.

"Do I need to add money?" Han Jiao asked a practical question.

The fortune teller shook his head with a smile and made a gesture of please.

Only then did Han Jiao obediently throw out a hexagram, asking the fortune teller to explain.

Seeing the hexagram, the fortune teller frowned slightly, then looked at Han Jiao's signature, with a look of surprise on his face, stroked his beard and murmured: "It's strange, the upper lottery hits the big ominous hexagram. First time meeting."

Han Jiao is actually not a very superstitious person, so when he heard the word "big murder", he didn't beg the charlatan to resolve it in horror, but just asked casually: "What does this mean?"

The fortune-teller said: "For fortune-telling alone, if the young master enters an official position, he will be respected by Emperor Ziwei, and he will be appointed as a marquis and worshiped as a minister. His future is immeasurable!"

"I borrowed your good words." Han Jiao was quite happy to hear that, and decided to give more tips.

The fortune teller hurriedly said: "The poor way is not finished yet, the young master's marriage lottery, combined with the hexagrams, is very dangerous, the future..."

"If it's not good, I don't want to hear it." Han Jiao interrupted the fortune teller in time, took out a few pennies from the purse hanging on his chest, and pushed it to him: "Just treat it as if I just threw out a lottery."

Xie Duo stood aside, staring down at the little prodigy: "If you're timid, I'll pay him to resolve the ominous hexagram for you. Why bother to hide your ears?"

Han Jiao secretly glanced at the big boss with a crow's mouth, and asked the charlatan, "How much does it cost to resolve the evil hexagram?"

The fortune teller said with a satisfied smile, "It only takes half a penny."

Han Jiao stood up: "Then next time, I didn't bring enough money."

With a sound of "dong", a slender hand slapped an ingot of official silver on the table. Xie Duo looked at the fortune-teller and ordered, "Help him change the hexagram from ominous to auspicious."

Han Jiao visually determined that it was an ingot of two taels of silver.

Sin!

The n-generation salted fish prince of the Great Chu Emperor was scammed by fake Taoist priests in the street!

"No need!" Han Jiao hurriedly reached out to get the silver, but the fortune teller snatched it away first.

"Do your best, ha, do your best!" The old Taoist held the silver upside down, couldn't help but bowed his hands to Xie Duogong, but when he took a closer look at Xie Duogong's appearance, the Taoist's smiling eyes suddenly revealed Showing horror.

He hurriedly stood up, rubbed his eyes, stared at Xie Duo carefully, his lips moved, and seemed to be reciting some magic spell in a low voice. Said: "Pindao has no ability to change someone's fate. According to this hexagram, changing fate can only depend on his own chance. Please take it back as a benefactor!"

The people watching the excitement around were stunned. It was the first time to see the old Taoist spit out the money he got.

Han Jiao is even more unhappy now, isn't this scaring people!

Xie Duo was also very puzzled, he didn't believe that this charlatan could really tell fortunes, and he paid the money just to buy the timid little child prodigy peace of mind.

But this Taoist priest didn't know how to be interesting, so he returned the money and said such words, so he didn't want to scare the little prodigy out of his mind?

"Why don't you have this ability all of a sudden? You clearly agreed just now." Xie Duo refused to take back the money, frowned and ordered: "Just change it according to half the money, the rest is reward money, you don't need to look for it."

The Taoist trembled all over, went around the booth, knelt down towards Xie Duo, and begged: "Please take back your life! Take back your life! The poor Taoist has no way to change his life against the sky. This young master's life is extremely precious but also extremely Fierce, you can only rely on your own efforts to resolve the calamity!"

"Don't forget it." Han Jiao took back the silver from the Taoist priest and said with a smile, "If you don't change my life for me, I'll go and take advantage of other fortune tellers later."

As if he had been pardoned, the Taoist turned to bow down to Han Jiao: "Thank you, Mr. En, for saving your life!"

Han Jiao pulled Xie Duo up and ran out of the crowd.

He ran to the corner of the street to get rid of the following crowd.

Han Jiao laughed, and stuffed a piece of silver in his hand into the purse on his chest.

The big boss suddenly coughed twice, reminding him that the real owner of the silver is still by his side.

"Your Highness, this money is for changing the fate of the minister." Han Jiao solemnly explained the rationality of taking the silver alone: ​​"Then the fortune teller is not capable of changing it, and the minister can change it himself. The money should belong to the minister."

Xie Duo tilted his head and stared at him: "Aren't you afraid of what he said?"

"I'm afraid." Han Jiao shook the money in his hand: "But..."

A little hard to say, Han Jiao secretly looked at the big boss with sideways eyes.

"But the joy of getting two taels of silver has overcome your fear for you?" Xie Duo asked.

Having been exposed, Mr. Han looked at the big boss with a guilty conscience.

A moment of silence.

Xie Duo suddenly laughed out two small canine teeth.

Han Jiao couldn't help laughing, and stared at the big boss with a smile and anger.

Xie Duo suddenly restrained his smile, and after a while, decided to give the little prodigy another chance to confess.

"Han Jiao."

"Ok?"

"My sixth brother really kicked you out?"

Han Jiao's smile froze, and he looked suspiciously at Xie Duo.

The author has something to say: How does Mr. Cotton's waist feel?

Is the big boss still satisfied?