Male Support He is always in heaven [Quick Transmigration]

, who knows that you are really silly and sweet.

Fu Xifan found that the impressions in his mind of Prince Yuan Mingzheng were all kinds of backs, and vague and impatient emotions, probably because he had been following Yuan Mingzheng submissively, and he didn't have the courage to be upright at all. Just look at his face.

Now it seems that he can't make money by beating people. After all, bullying the weak is not a good behavior at all. However, when a bad guy appears, the probability of him beating up is very small. Fu Xifan sighed and went into it In the small kitchen, the imperial chef inside restrained his smile when he saw him, and his shredding knife moved faster. Fu Xifan looked around in embarrassment, and finally took a washed radish embarrassingly.

Fu Xifan endured the hunger in his stomach, and ran out with the radish in his arms. He felt that everyone around him was looking at him with sneers and sneers. Covered by flowers and leaves, Fu Xifan wiped the radish hastily with his sleeves, and then began to eat in small bites.

【Xixi, what are you going to do now. 】

Fu Xifan glanced at his right hand, the bandaged white cloth was soaked with blood and mud, he was in a mess, he murmured: "Wait here for the prince to come back."

[But the plot shows that Yuan Mingzheng is out of the palace now...things outside the palace...and people will make him happy, and he will come back tomorrow no matter what, or the protagonist may suffer too much, Yuan Mingzheng just ignores you, you Going to Taifu's place tomorrow is the rhythm of being beaten again. 】

"Once the prince leaves the palace and doesn't return, the emperor and the empress don't care about it... the bodyguards protecting him, including the Taifu... don't they care about the entire East Palace!?" Fu Xifan's eyes widened.

The system is also very helpless: [Most of these world settings exist only for the protagonist’s sweet love, just like the previous ‘Fu Xifan’, as a male supporting role who likes the prince, he does it himself and is not likable. deep and set.Only when the prince can leave the palace at will, can he meet Young Master Lingyue and understand his talent, so these bugs will be ignored by the world. 】

Fu Xifan was a little dazed: "Then... If these things are all predestined, will it be useless for me to do anything..."

A dazed, crooked radish in his hand fell to the ground, looking at the crushed petals in the garden, Fu Xifan suddenly felt powerless, the fear of those car accidents and the despair of the vegetative state faintly occupied his whole mind, the system suddenly felt Fu Xifan's strong With mental fluctuations, he shouted loudly: 【Xixi!Xixi, even if these data are illusory, you are real, you will not be like the previous companion 'Fu Xifan', you are determined to become a person who is better than Shining! ...and...and your last world has changed the direction of the whole world, the protagonist has no time to talk to the prime minister because of the secret promise of the seventh prince, and after the prime minister knew that you died in battle, he specially rehabilitated you in the court... ...Also...I also shed tears for you...Hey, Xixi, don't get excited, I found out later... Yuan Jin's tsundere didn't expect it to be quite interesting, it's worth you being so kind to him! ... Xixi, host!Don't... don't be sad, why don't you give you a friendship-ridden monkey? ...]

Fu Xifan lowered his head, shrugged his shoulders, and the system suddenly went dumb.

Shrugging, Fu Xifan suddenly laughed wildly, his smiling eyes narrowed into slits, showing his big white teeth, but soon showed a pained expression.

"What you said is true, the male god... the male god has rehabilitated me, and he is also sad for me!!"

system:【……】

Fu Xifan laughed loudly, picked up the radish on the ground, wiped it and took a bite, his smile could not be restrained. "The male god is sad for me..."

System: [Yes, yes...]

"And you just gave me a sky-splitting monkey!!" Fu Xifan raised his eyebrows.

System: [Yes, yes...Huh?It seems... something is wrong...]

Fu Xifan's petite appearance was black-bellied, "Appropriately showing weakness is also a kind of bullfighting."

system:【! ! ! 】

"Since Yuan Mingzheng won't go back to the palace, then I'll go find him when I leave the palace!" Fu Xifan clenched his fists. "We must meet him! Otherwise, His Royal Highness will treat me like a persimmon! Heh!"

The Counterattack of Cannon Fodder Accompanied by Reading (2)

02.

It will be dark.

Fu Xifan left the East Palace quietly under the cover of the system. Seeing that Fu Xifan was nowhere to be seen, the people in the East Palace thought that this master finally understood the shame and returned to the Fu's mansion, and then stopped paying attention.

The guards stationed at the gate of the palace saw that Fu Xifan was white and well-dressed, and heard that he was the son of the Fu family, so they readily let him go. Fu Xifan did not experience any difficulties.

The Imperial Palace of the Tianbei Dynasty sits in the center of the bustling Yu'an city, with carved railings and painted walls.As the capital city, Yu'an is even more lively. The bustling and noisy streets at night are crowded with people, and Fu Xifan searches aimlessly with the flow of people. However, the rap and hawking on the street makes people's minds confused, and Fu Xifan's ears can't help buzzing. stand up.

"In the huge city of Yu'an, where can I find Yuan Mingzheng?" As he spoke, Fu Xifan stretched out his hand to block the purse so as not to be robbed. "Can you sense it?"

【The prince must be with Young Master Lingyue now...】

Fu Xifan pouted: "Of course I know!"

At this time, a bunch of bright red candied haws was handed to Fu Xifan, and an old man said cheerfully, "Young master, I want to bring you a bunch. It's sweet, and the hawthorns are freshly picked!"

Fu Xifan, who only ate one radish, pursed his lips, took out his purse, and counted a few copper coins. "Old man, I want two skewers!"

As Fu Xifan spoke, he gradually squeezed to the side of the candied haws stall. He suddenly felt that the Fu family had a conscience, and they didn't skimp on him in terms of food and clothing.

"Hey! Good!" The old man took the copper coins, picked out two bunches of thick sugar-coated ones, and handed them over with a smile.

Fu Xifan hurriedly took it, and opened his mouth to bite a hawthorn fruit. The fruit was slightly sour but the sugar coating was thick. Fu Xifan nodded to the old man, and just as he turned around, the purse on his waist was gently pulled.

Swallowing the hawthorn in his mouth, Fu Xifan chased after him in a panic: "Don't go! Thief!——"

The one who stole the money bag was a nimble little beggar. Fu Xifan was already in poor health, and when he got emotional, tears rolled in his eyes, but he still followed the little beggar closely, "Dare you?" Stealing my master's purse!—Stop!!"

The little beggar was like a fish in water in the crowd, and even looked back provocatively when he shook off Fu Xifan.

[Damn it, Xixi!This guy is so arrogant! 】

"Bastard..." Fu Xifan threw the candied haws in his hand, but instead of hitting the little beggar, it hit an innocent passerby. As soon as the passerby stopped walking, the whole market went into chaos.

"Who threw it?!"

"Catch a thief—there is a thief—"

Fu Xifan saw that things were getting serious, so he hid behind the lantern selling lanterns, with a look of scrutiny on his face, but he felt resentment in his heart, he was afraid that the money bag would never come back.

"Young master likes this lantern, it looks like a lotus flower, so cute!"

Fu Xifan shook his head embarrassingly: "...No need, I'll just take a look."

He turned around, and beside the lantern seller was a mask seller, all kinds of ghost masks, bronze masks, wooden masks, and facial makeup. The man seemed to have been hit by the surging crowd, and Fu Xifan bent down to help The young man picked up a few masks.

"Thank you, my lord. I don't know who it is...I lost my purse and made a lot of trouble." The young man said loudly, seeing Fu Xifan holding a bronze mask in his hand, with soft white clothes, soft eyes and soft brows, I didn't know how to please my eyes, so I said: "If the young master likes it, I will give you one!"

Fu Xifan held the copper mask, put it on his face curiously, and turned around in place. Seeing how cheerful he was, the young man also smiled and nodded at him. "Thank you little brother..."

"Worthy of people, not afraid of the sky... good, good!"

Suddenly a familiar, deep voice came.

"It's him..." muttered, Fu Xifan under the mask was rarely moved, and looked around. "It's a male god!"

He hurriedly searched against the crowd, forgetting about the prince for a while, but in the vast crowd, Fu Xifan only felt pain in his eyes, and he walked along with difficulty following the voice. "Male god... Yuan Ruiyan..."

The people around were all unfamiliar faces, Fu Xifan seemed to have a double image in front of him, he lifted the mask and kept searching.

"It's him! It's his!" Fu Xifan is weak, and when he meets a tall and strong pedestrian, he will be injured a little bit when he collides with him. He pushes away the crowd with one hand, and finds that not far away, a group of people are gathering around for poetry. Fu Xifan stared blankly at the man in lower case on the stage. He was dressed in white like him, but the man was like the brightness of the bright moon, noble and elegant, with a cold face. The man wrote poems After that, a man in a black robe with his back to Fu Xifan applauded, "Mr. Su is talented."

"...Yuan Ruiyan..." Fu Xifan walked towards the man in black robe in a daze. The man had his hair tied up, his back was straight, and his shoulders were broad. Fu Xifan clenched the mask in his hand and approached slowly.

Su Lingyue on the stage looked at Fu Xifan suspiciously, feeling his suspicious eyes, and when Fu Xifan's fingertips were about to touch the other's back, the man turned around, and a cold and familiar face appeared in front of Fu Xifan.

His eyebrows are bright, and he is full of nobility.

"...Male God!..." Shouted softly, Fu Xifan looked at him in shock, and held the bronze mask between the two of them as if avoiding it.

However, the moment Yuan Mingzheng saw Fu Xifan, his face was full of disgust and boredom that could not be concealed.

"Why are you here