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

"Your Highness... help me! Your Highness!"

The choking sound of the little prodigy woke Xie Duo up suddenly. Looking around, he found that he was still standing in Seventh Brother's backyard.

"Your Highness!"

A cry for help came from that window, Xie Duo kicked his foot, and broke through the window like a flying arrow!

In the dark room, a group of men in black hurriedly pulled the clothes of the boy on the ground.

Even though the light in the room was so dim, Xie Duo could clearly see the young man's teary eyes looking at him: "Save me... Your Highness..."

"Presumptuous!" Xie Duo's anger was instantly ignited, and he stepped forward in three steps and kicked the group of men in black away: "Get out! Get out!"

Xie Duo bent down to pull the young man on the ground, but the young man held him by the front of his front. A strange force made him bend down subconsciously and obediently.

"Your Highness..." The young man grabbed his front, buried his soft cheeks into his arms, choked up and said, "I'm so scared..."

Xie Duo subconsciously pressed the flexible waist of the boy in his arms, and murmured in a daze, "Don't be afraid, I won't spare them lightly."

"Clothes...clothes..." the young man in his arms murmured softly.

Xie Duo groped around in the dark in a daze, and asked hoarsely, "Where are your clothes?"

"Didn't Your Highness take off your clothes?" The young man in his arms looked up at him aggrievedly: "I'm so afraid of Your Highness..."

Xie Duo suddenly regained consciousness, and immediately scolded: "When did I take off your clothes? It was them just now—" He pointed around furiously, but found that all the men in black had disappeared, and he actually returned to the bedroom, kneeling on one knee On the bed, with one arm around the boy in the snow-white jacket.

"Why is your Highness treating me like this?" Tears glistened in the young man's eyes.

"I...I..." Xie Duo's face turned red, and he couldn't argue: "I didn't..."

The young man stared at him aggrievedly and complained: "It's you, Xie Duo! Don't you know why I'm afraid of you?"

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"It's not me!" Xie Duo suddenly woke up from the nightmare with sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Your Highness!" The eunuch on duty outside the tent hurriedly lit the candles, pulled aside the curtains, and hooked them to the bed rails.

A kind smile appeared on the eunuch's fat, round face: "Your Highness is having a nightmare? The old slave is here!"

Xie Duozhi got up and sat up, his whole body was unbearably hot, and he ordered in a low voice, "Go and open the windows."

The eunuch said with concern: "Your Highness, it's still dark outside, and the night is cold and windy."

"Go." Xie Duo urged.

"Your Highness..." The eunuch wanted to persuade him again.

"I told you." Xie Duo looked sideways at the attendant, "Open the window."

The eunuch had to follow suit.

As soon as the north window was opened, the cool night breeze rushed into the dormitory instantly, which made the old eunuch shiver, and slowly opened the window on the other side.

The wind poured into the house from both ends, and the heavy curtains on both sides of the carved sandalwood screen were blown up by the wind, and the aroma from the incense burner was also dispersed, filling the room with thick and weak waves.

Xie Duo still felt hot and dry, so he lifted the thin quilt, got out of bed, walked around the screen with bare feet, and stretched out his hands to feel the cool breeze.

"Hey! Hey! Your Highness can't do it!" The old eunuch hurried forward and grabbed the prince's arm, ignoring etiquette, and hurriedly pulled him back.

Xie Duo anxiously wanted to shake off his tugging, but saw that his obese body was so clumsy that he might fail if he fell, so he frowned and was pulled back to the bed.

The old eunuch hurriedly picked up the thin quilt on the bed and wrapped it around the prince. When he bent over, he suddenly saw the "little brother" standing proudly under the prince's belly, and the eunuch immediately understood.

Putting down the thin quilt, the old eunuch coaxed in a warm voice: "Your Highness, the evil fire in your body cannot be blown away by the cool wind. Why don't you call a servant Wan into the palace to extinguish the fire for Your Highness."

"I don't want it." Xie Duo closed his eyes.

The old eunuch sighed and said: "Your Highness is getting older, this is a common occurrence, there is nothing to be ashamed of, sooner or later you have to understand the intercourse, your brothers used to..."

"I don't need it." Xie Duo opened his eyes and looked at the old eunuch calmly: "Isn't it like this every morning? When I need help, I will say hello."

The old eunuch opened his mouth, and gently reminded: "It's only the third watch, and it's not early morning..."

"Go and rest!" Xie Duo lay down on the bed in a rage, pulled the quilt to cover the awkward part, and scolded in a low voice, "Noisy!"

After dawn, Han Jiao found that his headache had subsided, but his chest felt sore and uncomfortable, and he felt unspeakable discomfort.

It's really weird, it's not that I'm allergic to alcohol, and the alcohol content is not high, so how can I feel so uncomfortable after drinking three cups?

And every time he woke up, he found that he had cried, and he didn't have any hidden pain in his heart. How could he become a "sad and decadent man" as soon as he drank alcohol?

I wanted to recall what I was thinking about when I was drunk, but when I tried to recall, my brain felt a severe dull pain, so I had to give up.

It is best to ask someone to observe and record the whole process after he is drunk.

But it felt so embarrassing, I didn't know how I would lose my composure.

Forget it, don't think about it, I have to get up and go to work, the big deal is to stop drinking in the future.

Recently, there has been a lot of trouble between the DPRK and China because of the "Nazhou Tusi Rebellion".

The imperial court's policy of appropriating funds for running schools in the Sichuan-Guizhou region has just been issued, and most local tribes implemented it in an orderly manner. The chieftains in a few barbaric areas found various excuses to hinder the running of schools. In fact, they wanted to ask the imperial court for additional benefits.

Among these unruly chieftains, Zhang Mushan, the chieftain of Luozhou who has always been arrogant and domineering, is included.

The Zhang family has inherited and ruled Luozhou for hundreds of years. They seem to be the local emperors, and their domineering spirit is increasing day by day. They rely on the geographical advantages of the local mountains and rivers.

Moreover, Luozhou is not a land of poor mountains and bad waters, but rich and powerful people. Zhang's successive dynasties have mobilized troops and built eleven gates privately as defensive fortresses. The arrogance is outrageous.

The imperial court has turned a blind eye to Zhang's provocations for hundreds of years, mainly because it is not worthwhile to do it.

For tribes that are large or small, due to the dangerous mountain roads and impassable roads, they have to build grain roads before they can pass through the mountain roads. Huge military expenditures will be spent before and after sending troops, and there is no benefit to counteract the losses if they are conquered.

Therefore, the irritable emperors of all ages chose to be magnanimous in this matter and let him make trouble.

Recently, the chieftain of Luozhou made another big incident, and the emperor of Dachu was so angry that he couldn't eat for three days.

The reason is that two months ago, Zhang Mushan, chieftain of Luozhou, successively asked the governor of Sichuan and Guizhou for more than [-] taels of fees for "picking wood and opening mountains", and promised to assist the imperial court in running schools. However, he suddenly turned his face and made trouble, killing more than a hundred scholars and Juren recruited by the court.

A month ago, the governor of Sichuan and Guizhou quickly reported the matter to the imperial court for the first time and asked whether he should be held accountable.

The emperor thought about it for several days, but he still endured it. He secretly ordered the governor of Sichuan and Guizhou to cooperate with the chief envoy to visit the local chieftain, and asked Zhang to make up a reason to admit his mistake. The court will not pursue it this time.

Zhang Mushan, who kept testing the bottom line, not only didn't appreciate it, but was completely unscrupulous. He even sent troops to occupy several small tribes in the southwest, and blatantly began to build more stringent defensive fortresses.

After reading the memorabilia of the governor of Sichuan and Guizhou, the emperor almost revealed the imperial case, so he hurriedly summoned the ministers of the cabinet and the Ministry of War to meet His Majesty in Xiyuan.

The emperor didn't give the ministers room to discuss, and directly issued an imperial edict: send troops to destroy the clan, and smash the corpse into thousands of pieces!

There was complete silence in the Xiyuan hall, no one dared to respond, let alone speak out to dissuade them.

"Are you all dumb?"

"Your Majesty is a wise man." Elder Li Ge came out first, and said with Long Yan's fury, "The traitors of the Zhang Clan in Luozhou are so arrogant that they violated the power of the sky, and they really brought their own destruction."

The emperor stood up: "How to fight this battle, all the ministers will discuss in front of me."

Old Li Ge nodded and replied: "The traitor Zhang Mushan provoked the imperial court when the new year was approaching. He just saw that the northwest frontier defense was tight and it was difficult to dispatch. He wanted to disperse our army's defenses. According to my opinion, we need to go to the Sichuan-Guizhou region to recruit local soldiers. Militia ready for battle."

The emperor's face turned cold, and a pair of dragon eyes slowly looked at Li Gelao: "Aiqing doesn't want to send troops to help?"

Under the smoldering flames of the Holy Wrath, Li Ge said bravely: "It is inevitable that Zhang's scheme will succeed. In order to complete his merits in one battle, this battle has to be done slowly."

The emperor said slowly in a deep voice: "They have already conquered one side and seized the city. Do you still want to wait for them to take down the entire Sichuan Province before setting off?"

Mr. Xu Ge saw that the opportunity was rare at this moment, and he didn't care much about it, so he immediately came out to participate in the discussion: "I think that although Mr. Li is careful, this matter concerns the prestige of the country. If you continue to let it go, the tribes in the Sichuan-Guizhou area may join forces to mutiny. The future troubles are immeasurable. We must suppress the Luozhou rebellion quickly at all costs."

The emperor's long face was slightly relaxed, and he nodded slightly to Mr. Xu Ge.

Seeing that the Sacred Heart had been decided, everyone agreed with Xu Ge's advice.

After some deliberation, the emperor handed over the appointment and scheduling of the five capital commanders to Mr. Xu Ge for the first time.

This is really an unprecedented first time.

In the past few days, there has been a lot of trouble within the Duanwang Party.

Even when Lin Weng discussed with Han Jiao in private, he felt that this time was the opportunity for the King Yan Party to gain the upper hand.

Han Jiao really didn't know anything about wars. He almost fell asleep after listening to his colleagues analyze the terrain of Luozhou. Finally, he waited until the class time was up before he got up and went to see the lovely little princes.

As soon as Xie An saw Han Jiao, he was overjoyed, and the rainbow farts flew up. Obviously, the Ninth Prince had already told his brothers about the improvement of King Duan's condition.

However, the big boss himself was not very active. After a class, Xie Duo kept turning the pages of the book quietly, and occasionally talked to Xie Jing and Xie An.

But...he never looked at Han Jiao.

This is abnormal.

Ever since Han Jiao became the lecturer, the big boss has been far more active in his class than Xie Jing. Of course, he is not full of expectations on the way of seeking knowledge, but seizes every opportunity to argue with Han Jiao.

Han Jiao is almost used to being pursued by those amber pupils that seem to be burning, so this class should not be too awkward facing the stinky brother who is reading with his head down.

Was it because he was kicked back to the palace yesterday to be angry?

There are some drums in my heart.

During the free discussion time, Han Jiao took the initiative to run to the old place, opened the armchair, and sat down next to the big boss.

The author has something to say: Look, look, look, this cotton is delivered to your door on its own initiative, can you blame the big boss for becoming more perverted and still dreaming?