When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead

In the cold winter and the lunar month, I don’t know where I’m going. It is already the winter season, Qi Yan put on his big velvet robe, or Feng Lin rewarded him when he was "favored". It is said that he is the only one with such honors in the entire palace.

My own vegetable garden has been built with a small shed. I am afraid that the little vegetable sprouts that will emerge will freeze.

It has been ‘out of favor’ for half a year, and Qi Yan has a comfortable life here. Xu Lin was there because there were too many things in Chaotang, and he had no time to worry about what he did with Qi Yan. He didn't talk to Qi Yan for a few days.

On New Year's Eve, Qi Yanwo was preparing to go to bed early in his Xiao Pian Hall, but listened to Xiao Anzi's biography.

"Brother Qi, the emperor told you to go." Xiao Anzi smiled, his eyes narrowed: "I will say, the emperor can't forget his brother."

Xiao Anzi is a personal elite. Even if others laugh at Qi Yan, he will not, because he knows clearly how many times the emperor called him Qi Yan...

The emperor called, he could not sleep. Dressed neatly and put on clothes and went out. His small side hall is inside the Yangxin Hall. The Yangxin Hall is very large. There is a main hall, three sides of the hall, and six sides of the hall. The partial hall where Qi Yan lives is still the smallest.

Originally, Feng Lin was not prepared to give him such a small hall, but Qi Yan was still afraid of long mouths, so he asked to go to this small side hall.

When it came to the Yangxin Hall, the reunion feast was already over. The candle light ignited in the Yangxin Hall and jumped on the paper window.

"Emperor, Grandpa Qi brings you." At the door, Xiao Anzi shouted inside.

After a few seconds, Feng Lin murmured with a husky voice: "Let him come in!"

Xiao Anzi squinted at Qi Yan, and Qi Yan nodded and strode in with a big chest.

The hall still has the same ambergris, but Qi Yan shrugged his nose and could smell a hint of alcohol.

"Emperor?" Qi Yan called out, and there was a voice in the bedroom. Qi Yan settled down and knelt down at the door of the bedroom: "The servant Qi Yan, see the emperor."

There was a soft voice inside, and it took a long time to hear the voice: "Come in."

Qi Yan pursed her lips and walked in. The wine around her became stronger. Qi Yan raised his eyes and saw that Feng Lin was leaning on the edge of the bed and his cheeks were red. He was squinting at the moment, looking at Qi Yan who was standing.

Looking away from each other, Qi Yan lowered his eyes indifferently and said respectfully: "The emperor is drunk, and those slaves are not good at serving the emperor. The slaves go to get some sober soup for the emperor first."

"Are you blaming me?" Feng Lin's voice sounded abruptly like a zither, and so melodious after it was raised.

Qi Yan knelt down quickly: "The minions dare not."

"You call me a minion with me?" Feng Lin's voice rose slightly, revealing a deep shock and confusion, and even a bit of sorrow: "Qi Yan, do you really want to be like this for my whole life?"

Qi Yan sighed and got up from the ground: "Emperor, you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk!" Feng Lin shouted: "I didn't drink a few glasses of that wine today, how could I be drunk?" It was just drunk.

Qi Yan sighed again, and walked towards the bed in the dim light.

"Emperor, drink a cup of tea." Qi Yan poured a cup of tea at the table, turned around and handed it to Feng Lin: "After drinking, my stomach should be uncomfortable."

Feng Lin took the tea and suddenly laughed sarcastically: "You know everything that the Queen doesn't even know about."

Qi Yan pursed her lips and said nothing. Feng Lin's appetite is not very good. Normally he eats to warm his stomach and nourish his stomach. The spicy food is like a pitiful torture on the grass through the storm on his stomach.

Although Fenglin is not happy, he can't drip wine without touching it. No matter if it is a messenger from another country or a family banquet, he must drink alcohol as the master. Who would know the spiciness and discomfort of that time?

However, Qi Yan knew it. When Qi Yan was there, he always prepared some warm tea and stomach-sweet pastry for him. After changing to Xiao Anzi, he didn't know it anymore.

"The emperor can command Xiao Anzi, after all..." I can't stay with you all my life.

Wei Han didn't need to hide it. It was nothing more than Qi Yan had understood before. Feng Lin saved his time. Now it is not Qi Yan's preparation, but Xiao Anzi can also be prepared, but Feng Lin, but there is no order...

Somehow, I think this is the secret of the two, and only the two know.

Feng Lin did not speak, drank warm tea, and leaned on the bed for a long time before standing up.

"Well, wait for me to bathe in a wide clothing."

The maidservant had already prepared the bath water. Qi Yan gave Feng Lin a wide dress. When he took off his shirt, he moved a little unnaturally.

Fenglin felt the posture, and until he entered the tub, Fenglin asked, "Qi Yan, what's wrong with you?"

Qi Yan pursed his lips, and after a while he said lightly: "The emperor...the minions have a relentless request."

"You should have talked to me long ago." Feng Lin's face gleamed with joy: "Speak, how can I not care about your business?"

"The minions want to go to the palace for business."

The smile on Feng Lin's face froze.

Where is Xing Gong? Although it is not far from the palace, it was the place where the emperor lived when he went on tour. If Feng Lin did not go on tour, I am afraid that Qi Yan would never be seen in his life.

"This is what you want me to help?!" Feng Lin's voice suddenly increased: "Qi Yan, are you looking at yourself high?!"

"Emperor, the minions have impunity in their hearts. In this palace, I am afraid that they have insufficient intentions and powers." Qi Yan explained lightly, not telling him what the "uncommon thoughts" are, nor telling him that the object is Who.

Feng Lin's eyes were squinted, and his friend was now in emotional misery.

"Not right..."

"Emperor, if you regard Qi Yan as a friend, please allow it!"

"Qi Yan, if you really have someone you like, and there is me, what are you afraid of?" Fenglin's voice suddenly stopped, and then he whispered in disbelief: "Is it my concubine?!"

"How can it!" Qi Yan has served Feng Lin's brain hole: "It's not the emperor's concubine, this irrelevance is commonplace irrelevance, not other." Qi Yan sighed and seemed to stand up helplessly. Wipe back Fenglin.

"Emperor, I may like a man."

A little bit of unconsciousness flashed across Fenglin Meiyu: "Man?"

"Yes, a man." Qi Yan said to himself: "I want to spend my life with him. Nothing else, just painting and admiring flowers every day, so many paradise, where can't we go?"

"But I don't know his thoughts, nor dare to speculate."

"If this is the case, it would be better to leave first. Lest the East Window incident cause a joke."

...

Feng Lin listened quietly, suddenly there was something wrong in her heart.

Qi Yan likes a man under his eyelids... He doesn't know yet?