Fast Transmute Female Supporting Role: Male Lead Strategy Manual

Zhu Li looked at the shattered wooden fish mallet on the ground, he didn't recover for a long time, he clasped his hands together, and bowed heavily.

That night, he knelt before the Buddha and meditated all night.

The sky is not beautiful.

Seven days later, it was reported from the border that the general had won a big battle.

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were overjoyed.

But Bei Qiu's heart sank, not because the husband selection was about to start, but because all this was too coincidental, what if in memory, those vassal kings not only united to rebel, but united with other countries?

This had to make Bei Qiu suspicious.

But Bei Qiu still announced that all the ministers will enter the palace tonight, and there will be a big banquet in the palace to choose a husband.

All the ministers were very happy, saying again and again, Your Majesty is wise.

After the morning court, Bei Qiu asked Shi Qing to send someone to investigate the matter, and called Shi Jia to the imperial garden.

"Your Majesty called Shi Jia alone, but something happened?" Shi Jia stood respectfully behind Bei Qiu, wondering why the Empress dismissed everyone and let her accompany her to the imperial garden.

"There is one thing I want you to do." Bei Qiu looked at the sky and said with a slight frown.

Shi Jia immediately knelt down on one knee, "Your Majesty orders."

For a moment, Shi Jia came out of the imperial garden with a slightly gloomy face, while Bei Qiu stayed in the imperial garden, closing her eyes and meditating.

Shi Jia's surprised voice still lingered in Bei Qiu's ear: "Your Majesty, there are less than ten confidantes in the capital. If Shi Qing and I can no longer be by our side, what will happen if Your Majesty is in danger?"

"I hope Your Majesty will send others to go!"

Bei Qiu helped Shi Jia up from the ground, looked into Shi Jia's eyes seriously, "Gu Wei believes in you, there are many guards in this palace, hidden guards, no one can hurt Gu, if there is a day , this Fenglai country is destroyed, and the lonely life is no longer important."

Shi Jia's face was ashen, and only then did he feel the crisis in the court.

Only then did she know why Shi Qing always had a preoccupied look these days, why Shi Qing always taught them that the only mission in this life is to protect His Majesty, and protect His Majesty's Fenglai Kingdom.

Such a weight, but she didn't know it at all, because His Majesty is always joking, but the other twenty or so confidantes have never told her about the current situation, and seem to want to protect her. He wanted to hide her under his command.

For a while, Shi Jia seemed to have grown up by many years.

The immaturity on the face seems to be changing at the speed of seeing, and there is a touch of determination in the eyes. She is also one of the confidantes, and she will use her life to protect the safety of His Majesty!

After Shi Jia left.

Bei Qiu leaned against the rockery very tiredly, closed her eyes and meditated, in that memory, she could know Huang Beiqiu's anxiety, but she didn't know what kind of anxiety it was, but she knew it now...

My country is at stake, my lover doesn't have her in his heart, all the ministers are rebellious, and people from other countries are staring at her. All of a sudden, all the pressure is on her alone.

Even when she was sleeping, her mind was still thinking about what to do next, and what would happen if she took a wrong step.

The rest time always passes quickly.

When Shi Qing found Bei Qiu who was sleeping on the rockery, it was already dark.

The banquet in the palace is about to begin.

"Your Majesty." When Shi Qing found Bei Qiu, a look of distress flashed in his eyes.

Bei Qiu opened his eyes wearily, and subconsciously looked at the sky: "It's so late."

"Yes." Shi Qing replied, and then replied: "Your Majesty's guess is right, Chao Zhongguo..."

Bei Qiu stretched out her hand and interrupted Shi Qing, "The banquet is over, let's talk." She casually patted the dust off her body, then turned and walked to Luanfeng Palace to change clothes.

Behind the rock, a figure flashed by.

Bei Qiu glanced back at the rock, a hint of sarcasm flashed in her eyes, just with this ability?

at night.

The imperial city is brightly lit.

Countless men entered the palace one after another, and the heirs of a series of important officials who were placed in the West Palace dressed up early and entered the back hall.

"Your Majesty is here."

The maid yelled.

All the ministers who were already sitting in their seats got up one after another, knelt on the ground in unison, and said, "Long live your majesty, long live, long live!"

Bei Qiu glanced at everyone, "Pingshen."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The main hall is very spacious, all the ministers sat down, and a very generous place was arranged in the middle to enjoy the dancing of the dancers, and in the corner on the right, the musicians had already set up all the instruments, and the quiet music was faint spread in the hall.

She deliberately allowed all the ministers to bring their female relatives, but the only ones who brought their female relatives were the Duke Protector and others, and the leftist faction came to the dinner alone.

"Today, the imperial husband is selected alone. All the ministers and relatives are like a family. There is no need to be restrained. If a deeply lonely imperial husband is selected today, everyone present will be rewarded for their loneliness!" Bei Qiu laughed loudly.

Seems to be in a good mood.

All the ministers also breathed a sigh of relief. They thought that His Majesty would be furious if the ducks were put on the shelves, but unexpectedly, they were so easy to talk to.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace!" All the ministers said in unison.

Bei Qiu nodded.

He glanced at the female officer beside him.

The maid immediately raised her voice and said loudly, "Biography of the dancer!"

The music sounded suddenly when the lady's voice fell.

A group of dancing men walked slowly from outside.

The dance is beautiful.

Every man was carefully selected, wearing half a silver mask, hazy beauty, the ministers in the court stared straight at him.

A man tapped his toes to the ground and lifted it upwards, revealing his fair thighs.

A man's fingertips wandered on his chest, attracting everyone to look at his figure.

Every Gigolo.

I tried my best to catch the eyes of everyone present.

And Bei Qiu's eyes were always looking at the man among these men. The man was dressed differently from the others, with less charm and more gentleness.

While the dance is the same, it feels vastly different.

Those eyes looked at her directly, full of affection.

The dance is over.

The crowd was in an uproar, their eyes staring at the group of gigolos with wolf lights.

The corners of Bei Qiu's mouth slowly opened, and she clapped her hands with a faint smile, and her hearty voice spread throughout the hall: "Okay, okay, okay, the dance is beautiful, and the people are even more beautiful."

Everyone knelt on the ground together: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

All the ministers also laughed, full of praise for this dance.

Bei Qiu stared at the man standing in front of all the gigolos, and asked with a faint smile: "I never knew that Ningshuang had such dancing skills. In the harem that day, I never saw Ningshuang with such a demeanor."