Male supporting role is not a stepping stone

"Huang Guiqing is really getting more and more arrogant. He dared to go straight to Quanyang Palace. He didn't take His Highness seriously at all." Huang Guiqing left in embarrassment with the others, while He Liu was still angrily treating his master as his son. Complaints.

"I'm not even angry, why are you so angry?" Yang Yan glanced at him and said a little funny.

"His Highness has such a good temper that he dares to act arrogantly with cats and dogs!" He Liupo hated iron and steel, and did not realize that it was Yuanjun's connivance that made him dare to say such half-complaints in front of him. words.

Yang Yan has lived for tens of thousands of years since he can remember, so naturally he will not care about a "child". He shook his head and smiled: "He can't be arrogant for a few more days, so let him be!"

He Liu had already discovered that his master was planning something big these days. He was startled when he heard this, and he wisely did not ask any more questions. However, a bright smile appeared on his face. He believed that his master had a plan in his heart. , will not be easily deceived.

If Yang Yan knew what he was thinking, he would definitely sigh helplessly for his blind trust. With the character and strategy of the original owner, he might really live up to his expectations.

Fortunately, he is here now. He has traveled through so many lives and even served as emperor for decades. He is already very familiar with all kinds of conspiracies and calculations. In short, he will not be disappointed.

Two months passed silently amidst this undercurrent, and good news finally came from the border. Marshal Cen was a great success in the battle against the barbarians, and he would soon lead his army back to Beijing.

It was already past the middle of the twelfth lunar month when Cen Geng arrived. In order to numb her, Le Xiaoyu personally led the ministers to the city gate to greet the heroes. However, while waiting, she did not feel any joy in her heart when she saw the eagerly awaited people below.

The New Year and the victory of the war made the whole capital excited. Countless people walked out of their homes and gathered on both sides of the road to get a glimpse of the heroic figure of the Generalissimo. When a group of people from afar appeared in sight, the crowd suddenly burst into enthusiastic cheers. Cheers.

When she, the king of a country, appeared before, she never got such loud shouts. Le Xiaoyu's face turned gloomy, but as an underappreciated princess, she killed eight princesses and succeeded in ascending to the throne. Not to mention the ability to disguise is at least very strong.

Although she was very unhappy in her heart, she did not notice it at all. When everyone went to kneel and worship outside the city, she walked down step by step, helped the general with her own hands, and said with joy on her face: "Marshal Cen and all the soldiers are coming together Thank you for your hard work. It is a blessing for our country and our people to have you.”

"Your Majesty is so complimentary, but I am ashamed of myself. It is a blessing for our country and people to have your Majesty in our court." Cen Geng stood up and replied humbly.

She was extremely tall, half a head taller than the emperor who was nearly 1.9 meters tall. She needed to raise her head slightly to make their eyes meet.

And compared to the emperor's slender figure, he was very strong, with bulging muscles in his arms and thighs. Coupled with a thick armor, the two men stood face to face and felt a strong sense of oppression the moment they stood face to face.

Le Xiaoyu was overwhelmed by her aura, and her mood became even worse, but she had to put on a mask of a smile on her face and say a few more polite words before ending this very torturous welcome ceremony.

The five thousand men accompanying him had their own deputies to settle down. Cen Geng returned to the Marshal's Mansion to wash off his dust, then entered the palace to resume the war, and finally asked to see Yuanjun as usual.

In order not to arouse the vigilance of the Cen family mother and son, Le Xiaoyu visited Quanyang Palace from time to time these days, trying to repair the relationship with Yuanjun. Unfortunately, Yang Yan did not take the initiative, so she could only give away various valuable things, but still No knock on the door.

Of course she didn't dare to let the two of them meet in this situation, fearing that Yuan Jun would say something he shouldn't and ruin her plan, but fortunately she was prepared.

When he heard this, he immediately frowned and said with a worried look: "Yuanjun learned that the marshal was about to return in triumph a few days ago. He was so happy that he didn't sleep well all night, and he accidentally contracted the cold."

"What's wrong with Yan'er?" Cen Geng's face was suddenly full of nervousness and he asked eagerly.

"Marshal, don't worry," Le Xiaoyu said while paying attention to her face calmly, "Yuanjun has improved a lot after the imperial doctor's treatment. I believe he will be fine in a few days."

Cen Geng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and said a little reproachfully: "Why is this child so careless? I will go and see him now."

"No!" Le Xiaoyu hurriedly stopped her, and faced her doubtful eyes and said, "Although Yuanjun's body is mostly healed, he is still a little weak. I'm afraid that seeing the marshal suddenly, his mood swings will be too great, which will be detrimental to his condition. ”

"The emperor is right," Cen Geng thought for a while and said, "Then I will visit the palace again in a few days, but I don't know how long it will take for Yan'er to recover."

Le Xiaoyu observed her face carefully and saw that she did not look suspicious. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's only a few days left. I'm going to hold a celebration banquet for the marshal in three days' time." I'll go and wash away the dust with all the soldiers, so that when the time comes, Lord Yuan will be able to attend."

After a brief pause, she said very thoughtfully: "I will allow you to meet Yuan Jun after the banquet to understand your mother and son's longing for each other."

Cen Geng accepted her words without any objection, bowed and said, "In accordance with the emperor's arrangement, I will thank the emperor."

Everything was going according to plan. Le Xiaoyu was very satisfied. She exchanged a few words with her before letting her kneel down. When the tall figure of the woman disappeared outside the palace, her expression suddenly became gloomy.

"Come here!" She called softly, and someone immediately walked out of the shadows quietly and knelt respectfully.

"Pay attention to the movements of Quanyang Palace these days, and check all the letters in and out. Don't let the news leak out." Le Xiaoyu ordered coldly.

"I obey your order." The man replied softly, and after she waved her arm, he retreated silently into the shadows. The palace became quiet again, as if no one else had ever been there.

Three days passed in a flash. The palace held a banquet to welcome the Grand Marshal and celebrate his success. At the same time, it was the annual annual banquet. The door of Quanyang Palace, which had been closed for several months, finally opened on this day.

In order not to reveal his flaws, the emperor sent people to deliver gorgeous clothes early. The bright yellow robe was expensive and was said to be made of extremely rare warm silk from the South China Sea.

This kind of silk thread has its own warmth and is most suitable for making clothes in winter. However, it is very rare and the output is extremely low. The annual output is less than one pound. Even the emperor has to save it for several years to make such a piece of clothing.

Although Yang Yan is not afraid of cold and heat after practicing internal strength, he certainly will not refuse to wear lighter clothes openly, but he declined those gorgeous but heavy jewelry. He still asked He Liu to simply make a bun for him, put a plain hairpin in it, and then went to the party with light clothes.

In this world, except that yin and yang are reversed and women are respected, other habits are not much different from the ancient world of men. Men and women still have a big defense, but the restricted ones have become relatively weak men.

The women were drinking and having fun, with singing and dancing and handsome men to help them, but the men were sitting together, chatting quietly about trivial matters in their families, and they had to be careful about what they said and did, for fear of being caught and ruining their reputation.

As the most noble man in the country, Yang Yan arrived at the last minute before the banquet began. His slender figure, which was nearly a head taller than ordinary men, caught everyone's attention as soon as he arrived.

Those wives could only see him a few times a year, and even the palace servants hadn't seen this Yuanjun for several months. Now they were all stunned when they saw him.

The face was still the same face. At a time when men were beautiful in terms of weakness, Yuanjun's tough facial features and overly tall body still could not be called "beautiful", but his demeanor made it difficult for people to describe him as "ugly".

He was tall and slender, and his gestures were full of elegance and grace. The corners of his thin clothes swung in a seductive arc in the air, and his eyes swept over gently, seemingly ruthless but full of infinite affection.

Those young men who followed their fathers couldn't help blushing when they saw him, and lowered their heads shyly, and their little chests were beating non-stop.

Even some of the husbands had a faint red cloud on their faces, and they felt that it was a pity that Yuanjun was born a boy. If it was a girl, she would definitely attract countless young men to love her.

The whole hall was silent for a moment, and soon everyone came back to their senses, and stood up and greeted: "Welcome Yuanjun, Yuanjun is blessed with good health."

"Everyone stand up, no need to be polite." Yang Yan said lightly, and sat down on the top phoenix throne calmly.

"Thank you, Your Highness Yuanjun." Everyone bowed again, sat down one by one, and waited for him to continue speaking, but after a long time, he didn't come. They looked up quietly, and saw that he was leaning on the seat in a very unpresentable manner, with his eyes gently closed.

Everyone didn't know what he was up to, and looked at each other in confusion. The atmosphere in the hall was a little awkward for a while.

Fortunately, the noble minister who hosted the banquet this time was a smooth person. Seeing that Yuanjun had no intention of lecturing, he quickly signaled the little servant beside him to bring in the musicians. The sound of stringed instruments quickly broke the silence in the room.

The soft music soothed the tense nerves of the noble servants and the wives of the emperor. After a short silence, they started chatting with each other again, and slowly restored the previous atmosphere.

However, their topic now inevitably brought up the much-changed Yuanjun. The men always paid the most attention to their clothes and makeup, and soon talked about the thin clothes on him.

After someone knowledgeable said that it might be made of the legendary warm silk from the South China Sea, suppressed low cries began to rise one after another in the hall.