Quick Travel: The male supporting actor becomes cannon fodder and gets the heroine’s script

The body was soft and without a trace of strength, the clothes on his body peeled off, Yan Qingmo gently picked Si Shaochen up and put it in the warm water.

He carefully wiped Si Shaochen's body, and the handkerchief used to wipe his body was made of silk, but he wore his skin, and in order not to let Si Shaochen slip down, he could only step into the barrel himself and let Si Shaochen lie on his body.

Si Shaochen: "!! The

soft fragrance was in his arms, how could Yan Qingmo not react, but he reluctantly endured it, and did nothing else except wipe his body.

The water temperature gradually decreased, Yan Qingmo picked Si Shaochen up and dried his body, and he didn't care about wearing clothes, and first stuffed people into a warm bed, afraid that Si Shaochen would get cold and sick.

Then he took the white underwear made of fine silk and put it on for Si Shaochen, but he was wearing clothes loosely.

Blowing out the candle lamp, Yan Qingmo hugged Si Shaochen to sleep, sleepless all night, he waited for this day, waited for a long time.

Since he knew that Si Shaochen was left in the prince's mansion by the crown prince Tang Wujing, he had always been at odds with the prince, and he went to visit the prince for the first time, but he went several times, but he could not see the person who made him close to his heart.

He didn't know why the prince wanted to detain Si Shaochen privately, and sent someone out to investigate for a long time, and finally knew the reason.

"Why are you so stupid..."

"It's all to blame that I didn't find you earlier."

Yan Qingmo whispered.

His parents died early, and his parents made great achievements for the imperial court, and the emperor felt that he owed the Yan family, so he made him a prince, but he was not allowed to participate in imperial politics, and he was originally not interested in Jiangshan.

The Yan family was too powerful, and the emperor coveted him, but he was ashamed of him, so he lived in his own world, recuperated, held talismans in his hands, and returned to the palace to find the emperor to drink a few sips of tea and play a few games of chess when he had time, and his life was very comfortable.

A glimpse of it when he was young, Si Shaochen was engraved in his mind.

......

When Si Shaochen woke up, it was already afternoon, the sun was shining, and as soon as he opened his eyes, a maid hurriedly went to inform Yan Qingmo.

Yan Qingmo ran into the house in a panic, his face was still covered with sweat, Si Shaochen blinked, looked at Yan Qingmo, who was at a loss, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"I want to drink water..." Yan

Qingmo poured a cup of tea and tested the temperature before passing the rim of the cup to Si Shaochen's lips.

After drinking the tea and moisturizing his throat, Si Shaochen felt a lot more comfortable.

"Go and invite Elder Yan over." Yan Qingmo said softly.

As Si Shaochen thought, Yan Qingmo looked beautiful, his forehead was full, and a pair of godly black eyes contained autumn water, looking at everyone affectionately, and when he looked carefully, he knew that his eyes did not contain temperature, and he was affectionate to anyone.

Except when looking at him.

Si Shaochen raised his hand and wiped the sweat on Yan Qingmo's face with his sleeve, just the action of raising his hand was very difficult. He forcibly endured the discomfort and wiped the sweat from Yan Qingmo's face.

Yan Qingmo didn't dare to move, he grabbed Si Shaochen's hand: "Fang Cai went to practice guns, if I know that you will wake up, I won't go out."

Si Shaochen showed a weak smile: "How do you know what I want to ask?"

Yan Qingmo just smiled and didn't speak, he helped Si Shaochen up and leaned on the head of the bed: "Elder Yan said that you need to rest well, and when he comes, he will diagnose you."

Si Shaochen looked at his skin color, except when he turned into a vampire, he had never tried such a white skin color, the white was abnormal, like he had never seen the miserable white of the sun.

"The evening sun is warm, I'll ask people to prepare."

The maid heard Yan Qingmo's words, and quickly went out to prepare the bench quilt, the maid's name was Xiaoyu, she had followed Yan Qingmo since she was a child, and with one look, she understood what Yan Qingmo needed.

It didn't take long for Elder Yan to arrive, and Si Shaochen saw a man who was nearly half a hundred years old, with all white hair and beard, but he walked in good spirits, and his body was full of spiritual qi, which was stronger than this young man.

Elder Yan first gave Si Shaochen a pulse, he frowned, took a pen and paper and wrote down a page.

"Just do it."

Elder Yan was also full of temperament when he spoke, and he didn't have the image of an old man at all.

Si Shaochen was curious about what it was, in ancient times there was only Chinese medicine, he hated drinking Chinese medicine the most, it was bitter and difficult to drink, and drinking it once cost him half his life.

Yan Qingmo looked at the things on the paper and frowned two good-looking sword eyebrows: "You... Are you sure you didn't write it wrong?

"There can be no mistake." Yan Lao touched his beard proudly, "According to this method, in less than three days, he will be able to go down."

Si Shaochen twisted two good-looking eyebrows: "I can also go to the ground now."

Yan Lao raised his eyebrows: "Then you try."

Si Shaochen looked at Yan Qingmo, Yan Qingmo hesitated, Elder Yan never lied, but it was Si Shaochen in front of him.

"You try."

Si Shaochen lifted the quilt, stepped on the ground, and before he could stand firmly, his legs were soft, and Yan Qingmo quickly helped him to pick him up.

"I..."

"If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer a loss." Elder Yan snorted a few times, "There is nothing else, I will send Wang Ye a new prescription in three days."

Yan Qingmo nodded: "Xiaoyu, send Elder Yan back."

Si Shaochen was really curious about what the prescription was, and the maid and the guards all retreated, not forgetting to close the door.

"Am I not in the Prince's Mansion? Why..." Si Shaochen asked softly, his voice was also small, and he couldn't help but feel pity for Yan Qingmo.

"Do you know everything about the prince?" Yan Qingmo asked.

Si Shaochen nodded: "Forget it, I took the blame, Shaochen thanked Wang Ye for saving his life."

Yan Qingmo gently hooked the corners of his mouth, and his warm face was like a spring breeze, like a clear stream and river, trickling down, flowing through his heart, warm.

"That... How about taking a pledge? Yan

Qingmo bent one leg and half squatted on the side of the bed, because the height raised his head slightly, a pair of affectionate phoenix eyes looked at the face red, no matter how expensive clothes on him, they became decorations.

Si Shaochen breathed sluggishly.

Did he agree, or politely refused, so hasty agreed, will Yan Qingmo think too much, but if he refuses, will Yan Qingmo be unhappy?

Yan Qingmo looked at Si Shaochen's distressed appearance, smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, you think slowly, think about it and then tell me the answer." "

Hmm." Si Shaochen's face was a little red, sweet words could not deceive him, but understanding words could always make his heart move.

Yan Qingmo took the prescription to Xiaoyu and asked her to go to the kitchen to prepare, Xiaoyu is also literate, she looked at the prescription strangely, but did not dare to say a word, and left in a hurry after saluting.

Most ancient women followed the crooked theory that women's talentlessness is virtue, Yan Qingmo did not have such an idea, the maid wanted to read and read, so he invited Mr. , a class once a few days, there are many maids who go to class, Xiaoyu is the smartest one, cooking skills, so he is deeply loved.

Yan Qingmo pinched the degenerated muscles on Si Shaochen's body, his fingers were slender and white, his bones were distinct, and when he exerted force, his blood vessels were knotted on his arms, hooking Si Shaochen's heart.

"You... You take a break. Yan

Qingmo has also pinched for a long time, at this time he is rubbing his thigh muscles, I don't know if it is intentional or unintentional, Si Shaochen feels itchy, and always wants to avoid Yan Qingmo's hand.

"It's okay."

"I... I am hungry.

Yan Qingmo paused: "Just wait for the meal." "

For a fragrant time, Xiaoyu brought up the prepared meal, and Si Shaochen saw that there was no meat, all of them were some vegetarian dishes that looked expensive.

"The slave is waiting outside, and if Wang Ye has an order, he will call Xiaoyu."

Yan Qingmo nodded: "Hmm." "

This is ... The medicine prescribed by Yan Lao? "

Morning... Si Gongzi is smart. Yan Qingmo almost blurted out the nickname between them, he looked deeply at Si Shaochen's face, I don't know if Si Shaochen remembered that the ugly monster who wore a mask back then, Lai was the brother who was unwilling to leave his family, and it was Yan Qingmo Wang Ye who was standing in front of him now.

"Don't be so polite, just call me by my name."

"Call you morning, okay?"