I was taken by the boss of the enemy camp [Transmigration Book]

Although he was leisurely and melancholy, Qiao Xie stood in the center of the imperial study like a log.

After the thick imperial case, the emperor concentrated on drawing on the memorial with his imperial brush, as if he completely forgot that Qiao Xie, who was summoned early in the morning, was still standing there.

Qiao Xie also kept her eyes fixed as if she was on duty in front of the palace gate, without any anxiety on her face.

I don't know how long it took, and the memorials on the desk that were marked with a vermilion pen were piled up into a hill. The old emperor with white beard and hair was hurting from sitting on his buttocks, and his spirit was also a little weak. He glanced at Qiao Xie from the corner of his eye, but saw that the latter was still Standing silently below, he had no choice but to take a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and pretended to say casually:

"I heard that you drew an unsightly portrait of Xiaoba?"

really.

A dark light flashed across Qiao Xie's eyes staring at the ground, and the next moment he suddenly raised his head, his face was covered with a proper look of astonishment:

"His Majesty?!"

The old emperor still insisted on drawing with the ink brush with one hand, but slightly raised the other hand, and Qiao Xie's voice stopped abruptly.The old emperor sighed, and looked at Qiao Xie with a bit of kindness mixed with majesty:

"You are my confidant, you must be open-minded in dealing with the world, and don't be so narrow-minded."

"I understand. It's just how did Your Majesty know about this?" Qiao Xie frowned slightly, "Did the Eighth Prince inform His Majesty?"

The ink brush that was flowing smoothly among the rice paper suddenly stopped, and the old emperor raised his drooping eyelids, and a flame-like light flashed in his dim old eyes. He looked at Qiao Xie, who looked unwilling, and smiled slowly. Already, like a loving elder:

"Xiaoba didn't mean to sue, and asked me to come to you, but I just wanted to ask me to make peace between you, after all... that matter has passed for so long, one of you is my important minister, and the other is my beloved My youngest son, I don't want to see the relationship between you so rigid."

Hearing this, Qiao Xie's face darkened, staring at the ground and replied firmly:

"Wei Chen understands."

The old emperor nodded in satisfaction, and was about to continue correcting the memorial when he suddenly raised his pen and said:

"By the way, I heard that there is a cook in the duty room of your imperial army, and he has been in close contact with Xiaoba recently. What's his name?"

The old emperor looked sideways, and the personal manager immediately stepped forward:

"Your Majesty, this person's name is Guan Qingxian."

Qiao Xie was about to leave the study just now, when the emperor stopped him, a bad premonition came to his mind, but he couldn't help being stunned for a moment when the eunuch announced Guan Qingxian's name, and then he listened to the old emperor's voice. First sounded:

"I heard that this person is quite masculine."

Qiao Xie's heart sank, he couldn't figure out the emperor's intention to mention this matter at all, and the current situation couldn't help him to think about it, he made up his mind, immediately raised his head pretending to be shocked, and even looked straight at the emperor in panic:

"Your Majesty means...?"

Speaking of this, as if remembering his own gaffe, he hurriedly restrained his fear and lowered his head, not daring to speak any more.

"You needn't be so surprised."

The old-fashioned emperor waved his hand, and instead of pursuing Qiao Xie's offense, he changed the subject and sighed:

"After all, Xi'er is still young, so she can't see through other people's intentions. Speaking of which, that cook is also a member of your imperial army. You should investigate him in depth, and if necessary, you can get some words out of his mouth. There is no need No matter what you pay, you just do what you like, and play on the occasion."

"...I understand."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Xie saluted the old emperor, then left the imperial study with his head down, and walked through most of the palace with a sullen face.

Along the way, no matter whether it was eunuchs, maids of honor or princes and courtiers, he ignored them with a cold face, making the other party confused, until the courtyard wall of the imperial guard's duty room came into view.

Qiao Xie stopped, and saw a leisurely figure in the corner of the kitchen swaying past, he slightly raised the corners of his lips, walked in with joyful steps.

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It's night, Qiao Mansion.

Under the cover of the thick night, Guan Xiaoxian sneaked to the outside of the main courtyard of the Qiao Mansion again.

With a movement of his ears, he heard a slight movement not far away, Guan Xiaoxian dodged into the grass next to him, arched his body and waited for the night watchman to leave.

The sound of footsteps gradually approached, Guan Qingxian held his breath and concentrated, and suddenly realized that the sound of footsteps stopped in front of him, his whole body trembled, and he listened to the movement outside, without even noticing that his trace had been exposed to the other party's eyes.

Holding a lantern, Heishou stood by the bushes, looking at the roughly pushed aside bushes that concealed Guan Youxian's incomparably conspicuous figure, and then glanced at the half-hidden door of the main courtyard and the dim candlelight shining through the gap between the doors. After a long while, Heishou waved his hand, motioning for the others to leave with him.

Although I don't know what their commander is playing... In short, it's not their turn to control it.

The footsteps sounded again, gradually moving away.

Guan Xiaoxian breathed a sigh of relief, stroked his chest with lingering fear, and was rejoicing when he suddenly paused.

No, he is not a thief, why should he be guilty? !

...Forget it, business matters.

Guan Xiaoxian poked his head out, looked around, and after confirming that he was safe, he climbed out of the bushes on both hands and feet, slipped into the main courtyard, and went straight to the door of Qiaoxie's room.

Through the window paper, one could see the dim candlelight dancing in Qiaoxie's room. This time, Guan Xiaoxian didn't dare to enter the door directly. He knocked on the door twice in a regular manner, and only after hearing Qiaoxie's voice, he pushed the door open and went in with peace of mind.

As soon as he entered the room, Guan Xianxian's eyes fell uncontrollably on the round table facing the door.

The table was empty.

Very good, it seems that today's Commander Qiao did not accept bribes.

...or possibly hidden.

Thinking of this possibility, Guan Xiaoxian suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe smoothly. He took a step back while clutching his chest, pressed his back against the door panel, and cast desolate eyes on Qiao Xie, looking at the latter inexplicably.

"what are you doing?"

Guan Xiaoxian cleared his throat, and said impassionedly, "I'm here to persuade you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Qiao Xie raised his eyelids, and two sharp eyes stared straight at him. Guan Xiaoxian's words were stuck in his throat, and in the end, he couldn't utter the word "congliang".

Qiao Xie looked away leisurely, and sat on the seat, as if he knew that Guan Xiaoxian would come again tonight, he poured a cup of freshly brewed tea, held the cup and said:

"Why, didn't you find out about my previous affairs?"

Although Xiaoxian was still a little hesitant about how to reply, the next moment he heard Qiaoxie talking to himself:

"It shouldn't be... Quite a few people in the palace know about it, so you can listen to several versions after a little inquiry, right?"

Guan Xiaoxian: "..."

I really didn't expect someone to be so clear about their gossip.

However, Qiao Xie cast her eyes on Guan Xiaoxian again, with a look of disgust on her face: "Or did you not ask carefully?"

Hearing this, Guan Xiaoxian had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer:

"Asked."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Xie gave a meaningful "oh".

Qiao Xie looked at Guan Xiaoxian jokingly:

"Now that you know everything, you still want to persuade me to side with the Eighth Prince?"

He doesn't want to either!

Guan Xiaoxian swallowed her saliva, glanced at Qiao Xie secretly, and shouted frantically in her heart:

If you don't give me a hand, you will be cannon fodder sooner or later, big brother!

It's a pity that Qiao Xie didn't hear the sincere call from Guan Xiaoxian's heart, and still stared at the latter leisurely.

Sensing his focused gaze, Guan Xiaoxian shrank his neck without much confidence, feeling more complicated in his heart.

Ever since he learned about the love and hatred between Qiao Xie and the eighth prince Jing Xi, Guan Qingxian has indescribable sympathy for Qiao Xie.

After all, the history of Qiao Xie's superior position is full of "miserable". If he hadn't stood in the old emperor's camp and faced the hero, his road to Beijing would have been so inspirational that he could be included in a textbook!

Thinking about it this way, Guan Xiaoxian not only ignored the Eighth Prince's insults to Qiao Xie in the past, but also came to his room every night to dig the wall with a hoe. In Qiao Xie's eyes, it was probably a booing, or the kind of cheeky generosity of others... ...But there is no way!

Guan Xiaoxian trembled when Qiao Xie squinted his eyes slightly, and at the same time endured the uneasiness of his conscience being burned between the flames of repaying gratitude and hugging his thighs. Xie poked the small characters on the front of his nose and told him——

Brother, hurry up and kneel!He is the hero, you can't beat him!

...It's just a pity that ever since he came to this world and recognized his identity as cannon fodder, Guan Xiaoxian has focused all his attention on his uncertain fate, and almost completely forgot about other people's roles.

Besides, even if he could recite it, Qiao Xie might not believe it.

Thinking of this, Guan Xiaoxian couldn't help showing an anxious look on his face.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Qiao Xie approached Guan Xiaoxian again and asked:

"How about it, do you still advise?"

Although Xiaoxian couldn't think of a better idea for a while, facing Qiao Xie's slightly squinted eyes, he said in a daze, his voice was like a mosquito:

"Can't... think about it again?"

Seeing that he still persisted, Qiao Xie couldn't help feeling surprised for a moment, straightened up, looked at the timid Guan Xiaoxian and touched his chin, unable to figure out what ecstasy soup Jing Xi had poured into Guan Xiaoxian.

These two people should not have much intersection...

At this moment, Qiao Xie was more interested in Guan Xiaoxian's reason for insisting on Jingxi than how to persuade him, so he suddenly asked:

"Why the Eighth Prince?"

Hearing this question suddenly, Guan Xiaoxian was subconsciously taken aback, he looked at Qiao Xie, his thoughts changed sharply.

It can't be said that the eighth prince will ascend to the throne in the future, right?How about... making up a reason?A reason for Qiao Xie to let go of his grievances and support the Eighth Prince?

Guan Xiaoxian stared at Qiaoxie for a while, then suddenly his eyes lit up, and he said firmly:

"Because he's handsome!"

...What kind of reason is this?

handsome?

At the same time that Commander Qiao was upset, Jing Xi's obsession with Chu Fengming's portrait appeared in his mind, and his frown was loosened bit by bit.

Not so handsome either.

I really don't understand how this little cook has such long eyes, tsk.

Qiao Xie completely lost the mood to communicate, let out a soft hum from his nostrils, then pointed at the door and said mercilessly:

"Go back to sleep."

"……Oh."

Guan Xiaoxian stood up obediently like a child who had been taught a lesson by the teacher, turned around and left in a dejected manner.

The dim candlelight was pulled and swayed by the breeze when he moved, and the shadows of the lights were one after another on the door panel.

Seeing Guan Xiaoxian tiptoeing to the door, Qiaoxie was suddenly moved, and blurted out a sentence:

"I heard that you like men?"

"Dangdang!"

The door latch fell to the ground with a muffled sound, Guan Xiaoxian turned his head abruptly, his face full of surprise.

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Guan Xiaoxian: Brother, kneel down!call him papa!

Commander Qiao, who held countless portraits of the Eighth Prince in his hand, sneered slightly: Who wants me to call you Dad?