When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead: [Easter egg 1] Qi Xiaoshou’s harem life (5)

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In the twelfth lunar month of winter, I don't know where the days of autumn wind are. It's the winter season, and Qi Yan put on his big velvet robe, which Feng Lin rewarded him when he was "favored". It is said that the only one who has such honor in the entire palace is himself.

My own small vegetable garden has been set up with a small shed, I am afraid that the small vegetable sprouts will emerge after freezing.

It's been "out of favor" for half a year, and Qi Yan has a very comfortable life here, and he has a good time every day. Xu Feng Lin had too many things in the court, and he had no time to worry about his affairs with Qi Yan. He hadn't spoken to Qi Yan for many days.

On New Year's Eve, Qi Yan nestled in his Xiaopiandian to go to bed early, but listened to Xiaoanzi.

"Brother Qi, the emperor asked you to go over." Xiao Anzi smiled, his eyes narrowed: "Let me just say it, the emperor can't forget your brother."

Xiao Anzi is a good personality, even if others laugh at Qi Yan, he will not, because he knows how many times the emperor called him Qi Yan...

The emperor said he couldn't sleep anymore. Dressed neatly, put on clothes and went out. His small partial hall is in the Yangxin Hall, which is very large, with one main hall and three side halls and six partial halls. The partial hall where Qi Yan lives is still the smallest.

At first, Feng Lin didn't plan to give him such a small hall, but Qi Yan was still afraid of the crowd, so he asked for orders to go to this small hall.

When it came to the Hall of Yangxin, the reunion banquet had already ended, and the light of the candle was burning in the Hall of Yangxin, jumping above the paper window.

"The emperor, Father Qi brought you here." At the door, Xiao Anzi shouted inside.

A few seconds later, Feng Lin sounded in a low and hoarse voice: "Let him in!"

Xiao Anzi squinted at Qi Yan. Qi Yan nodded and walked in with a big stride.

The smell of ambergris in the hall was still the same as before, but Qi Yan shrugged his nose, and he could smell a hint of wine in it.

"The emperor?" Qi Yan called, and a voice came from the dormitory. Qi Yan settled down and knelt down at the door of the dormitory: "Slave Qi Yan, see the emperor."

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

Qi Yan pursed his lips and walked in. The alcohol around him became stronger. Qi Yan raised his eyes and saw that Feng Lin was leaning on the edge of the bed, his cheeks were slightly red, and he was half-squinting at the moment, looking at Qi Yan who was lying down.

His eyes were facing each other, Qi Yan lowered his eyes indifferently, and said respectfully: "The emperor is drunk, and those minions are not taking good care of the emperor. The minions are going to get the emperor some sober soup first."

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

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

"You call yourself a slave with me?" Feng Lin's voice raised slightly, with a deep shock and incomprehension, even a little bit lament: "Qi Yan, you really want to be with me forever?"

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

"I'm not drunk!" Feng Lin cried, "I haven't had a few glasses of that wine today, so how come I get drunk?" It was just drunk.

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

"The emperor, have a cup of tea." Qi Yan poured a cup of tea at the table, turned and handed it to Feng Lin: "After drinking, my stomach should feel sick."

Feng Lin took the tea and suddenly laughed mockingly: "You know everything that even the queen doesn't know."

Qi Yan pursed his lips and said nothing. Feng Lin's appetite is not very good. He usually eats to nourish his stomach. The spicy food to his stomach is like a storm on the grass, pitifully devastated.

Although Feng Lin is unhappy, he can't stop drinking. Whether it was an envoy from another country or a family banquet, he was the host and had to drink. Who would know the acrimony and uncomfortableness of that time?

Qi Yan knew it. When Qi Yan was there, he would always prepare him some warm tea and stomach-enhancing pastries to eat. After replacing it with Xiaoanzi, he didn't know it and never had it.

"The emperor can tell Xiao Anzi, after all..." I can't stay with you forever.

There is nothing to conceal about the stomach cold. It's nothing more than Qi Yan understood before, and Feng Lin saved the time to say it. Now it’s not Qi Yan preparing, but Xiao Anzi can prepare it, but Feng Lin doesn’t have any orders...

Somehow, I feel that this is the secret of the two, only if they know it.

Feng Lin didn't speak. He drank warm tea and leaned on the bed tiredly for a long time before standing up.

"Finally, wait for me to undress and take a shower."

The handmaid had already prepared the bath water, and Qi Yan undressed Feng Lin, and when she took off his shirt, her movements were a little unnatural.

Feng Lin's posture felt it, until he entered the tub, Feng Lin asked: "Qi Yan, what's the matter with you?"

Qi Yan pursed his lips, and then said calmly: "The emperor...the slave has a merciless request."

"You should have told me a long time ago." Feng Lin showed a hint of joy: "Let's talk, how can I not care about your business?"

"The minion wants to go to the palace as an errand."

The smile on Feng Lin's face froze suddenly.

Where is the palace? Although it is not far from the imperial palace, it was the place where the emperor lived when he went on tour. If Feng Lin didn't go on tour, he might not see Qi Yan for the rest of his life.

"This is what you want me to help?!" Feng Lin's voice suddenly raised: "Qi Yan, do you look at yourself highly?!"

"The emperor, the slave has a thought of injustice in his heart. In this palace, I am afraid that he has the intention and lack of strength." Qi Yan explained lightly, not telling him what the idea of ​​injustice was, nor did he tell him Who is his object.

Feng Lin's eyes widened, and his friend is now in emotional distress.

"Isn't it right..."

"My lord, if you consider Qi Yan as a friend, please allow me!"

"Qi Yan, if you really have someone you like, and I am here, you are still afraid of anything wrong--" Feng Lin's voice suddenly stopped, and then he murmured in disbelief, "Could it be my concubine?! "

"How can it be!" Qi Yan was convinced by Feng Lin: "It's not the emperor's concubine, this is not the same, it is not the other." Qi Yan sighed, seemingly helpless. Stand up and wipe Feng Lin's back.

"The emperor, I might like a man."

Feng Lin's eyebrows flashed unconsciously and sharply: "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. With so many paradise, where can't we go? "

"But I don't know what he is thinking, nor dare to speculate."

"If this is the case, it is better to leave first. Otherwise, when the Dongchuang incident occurs, others will make a joke."

……

Feng Lin listened quietly, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

Qi Yan fell in love with a man under his eyelids... He didn't even know?