The Story of the Male Supporting Counterattack

There are a few unknown flowers and trees planted in the corner of the small courtyard, the fragrance is fragrant and elegant, spreading quietly in the nose.

Bai Su walked in slowly, with a long shadow trailing behind him, looking around in the moonlight, and saw that although the place was simple, it was filled with a back-to-basics rural flavor.

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from inside the hut: "Who is outside?"

Bai Su woke up suddenly, paused in his footsteps, and then realized that his behavior was very inappropriate, afraid of getting into trouble, he wanted to turn around and leave, but unexpectedly the door behind him was forcefully opened.

Then someone let out an exclamation, rushed over and hugged Bai Su tightly in his arms, and murmured in a trembling voice: "Qingyuan, Qingyuan, it's you who came back, right? I knew you didn't want me, I knew... ..."

Bai Su froze, struggled to get up, and explained in a panic: "You misidentified the person, I'm not Qingyuan!"

The man seemed to have never heard of it, and seeing Bai Su's resistance aroused his stubbornness, clenched his hands tighter, and asked sadly: "Qingyuan, you are so heartless that you have made up your mind not to forgive me." Me?" As he spoke, hot tears fell down his face.

Bai Su couldn't break free, so he changed his strategy, trying to appease the other party: "Can you let go first, it's uncomfortable to hold like this."

The man smelled heavily of alcohol, his mind was not clear, but his vigilance was high, and he bargained: "If you promise never to leave me, I will let you go."

"Okay, I promise you, Qingyuan will never leave you." Bai Su played tricks.

The other party was overjoyed when he heard the words, walked around to Bai Su with a smile, and reconfirmed: "Is this true?"

"(⊙o⊙)!" Bai Su stared wide-eyed, looking at the heroic and extraordinary face in front of him with a dull expression, faintly felt that he seemed to have touched some secrets of the palace tonight, and it was very likely that he would be silenced. And he shouted unwillingly: "... Your Majesty?"

Emperor Yuande was wearing an ordinary gray robe, and he was a little displeased when he heard the words: "Why doesn't Qingyuan call me by my name?"

Because the concubine didn't dare, ah bah, what is this all about, Bai Su pointed out expressionlessly: "What do you think is that?" Then he took advantage of the moment the other party turned his head and ran away, who would have thought that after three steps, Suddenly he was thrown to the ground, his forehead hit the bluestone board, the pain made his eyes stare.

Emperor Yuande squinted his eyes in a good mood, and sighed helplessly, "Qingyuan, why do you always behave badly?"

When Prince Zhaohe woke up, he was alone in the dormitory, he blinked blankly, recalling the warm palm he held in his sleep last night, his eyes softened for a moment.

"Where is the princess?"

The palace servant who waited on him to wash up replied cautiously: "Go back to Your Highness, when the slaves arrive, Her Highness the Crown Princess is already gone."

The movement of wiping his face froze for a moment, and Prince Showa frowned slightly, "Where is the leader of the guard who was on duty last night, let him come to see me."

"Oh, Your Highness, don't be busy, the Crown Princess is fine." The chief eunuch with a whisk in his hand walked over in small steps, with a fake smile on his face, bowed slightly and said: "The emperor ordered the miscellaneous family to preach. "

Prince Zhaohe's heart moved, he stared at him carefully, got up, stepped down from the pedals, bowed and saluted, "Please tell me, father-in-law."

The chief eunuch smiled and said: "The emperor said that Princess Bijiang is lively and cute, and she has a funny way of speaking, so he wants to keep the princess in the palace for a few days."

Feeling inexplicably uneasy, Prince Zhaohe narrowed his eyes: "I don't know where Father will put the princess?"

The chief eunuch took a careful look at Prince Showa's face, and felt a little embarrassed to say: "Xian Yezhu."

"Ridiculous!" Prince Showa couldn't help shouting, his face was cloudy and his forehead was bulging, "does he even know what he's doing?!"

Everyone was obedient and silent, and no one had the heart to accuse Prince Zhaohe of disrespecting his father. After all, Emperor Yuande had gone too far this time. He knew that Princess Bijiang was the wife of Prince Zhaohe, and he even brought her back to Ningyezhu. To trap the prince in disloyalty, filial piety, benevolence and injustice?

Prince Zhaohe pulled out his saber Qingling, kicked away the little eunuch standing in front of him, rushed into the Qianqing Palace aggressively all the way, and said sharply: "Father, where is Princess Bijiang? Take her back to the East Palace."

Emperor Yuande held a painting in his hand and was looking at it carefully. Hearing this, he smiled contemptuously and said leisurely: "She won't go back with you."

Prince Zhaohe turned pale, and tightly pursed the corners of his lips, with cruelty and sadness in his brows and eyes, he said softly: "Are you really going to force my son like this?"

Emperor Yuande casually threw the painting on the ground, leaned his body slightly, his eyes fell on the white sky in the distance, and said in a harsh tone: "Remember to be polite to Bi Jiang in the future, she will soon become your elder."

Prince Zhaohe staggered, looked at Emperor Yuande in disbelief, his eyes were sad and desperate, he knew his father didn't like him since he was a child, and he tried his best to please him when he was young and ignorant, but the other party never looked down on him, so many years He gradually got used to it, and no longer expected the family affection that was doomed to be unobtainable. He thought he could calmly deal with any hurtful words, but unexpectedly, he still couldn't match the cruelty of the other party.

Should've known earlier, shouldn't the emperor wish he could die, so why would he care about his face?

"I'm tired, step back." Emperor Yuande waved his hand lazily.

Prince Showa stood there in a trance, silent, with his head lowered, his face hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see his expression.

"What? Can someone invite you out?" Emperor Yuande looked at his eldest son with disgust on his face, and what he said was colder than ice, and then impatiently waved at the hidden guard. gestured.

A few black shadows came suddenly, nodded respectfully to Emperor Yuande, and then separated the Prince Showa without hesitation, coming and going, punching and kicking, although they would not hurt their lives, but these people were extremely aggressive. He was so cruel and ruthless that Prince Showa had to retreat a little bit until he completely withdrew from the Qianqing Palace.