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

Bai Luoxing's body was not good, so he fell into a coma, and for a while, the atmosphere of the prince's mansion was very depressed.

Tang Wujing had a black face all day, and when he encountered a little displeasure, he would take his subordinates to be angry, and the maids and guards were trembling, for fear of provoking the prince somewhere.

On the other side, Si Shaochen and Yan Qingmo were at ease, and Yan Qingmo also kept his promise and began to teach Si Shaochen to practice martial arts.

Every morning when he got up and went to the courtyard, Yan Qingmo felt sorry for Si Shaochen, but he unexpectedly found that Si Shaochen had skills, but his body was a little weaker.

Si Shaochen played a beautiful sword flower, and he didn't know how he played it, it was like an instinctive reaction of the body, picked up the sword and danced.

Yan Qingmo watched Si Shaochen's movements with trepidation, afraid that the sword would stab Si Shaochen, but seeing Si Shaochen's movements, he showed a surprised expression.

This expression was not pretended, he never knew that Si Shaochen still had such a side.

Si Shaochen put the sword away cleanly, and he trotted to Yan Qingmo, with beads of sweat on his face. Yan Qingmo gently wiped the sweat from his face, a smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and the appreciation and amazement in his eyes fell in Si Shaochen's eyes.

"Am I awesome?" Si Shaochen said proudly.

Yan Qingmo nodded: "Chenchen is the most powerful."

Si Shaochen's eyes narrowed with a smile, he threw the sword to Yan Qingmo, and then winked at Yan Qingmo: "I haven't seen the ink ink dancing sword."

Yan Qingmo hooked the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly, he did not speak, picked up the sword and walked to the center.

Yan Qingmo's sword dance is more powerful than Si Shaochen, his movements are clean and dashing but free, seemingly easy and flowing, but Si Shaochen knows that if there is an enemy present, it may not be possible to avoid Yan Qingmo's sword.

Si Shaochen couldn't help but look at God, men, they all have a martial arts dream, playing with swords and guns can arouse the most primitive impulses in men's hearts.

Yan Qingmo put the sword away cleanly, and then a figure appeared in front of him, Si Shaochen trotted over and jumped on him, and he stretched out his hand to firmly support Si Shaochen's hips.

Si Shaochen's eyes shone, looking at Yan Qingmo's face full of adoration: "My ink is powerful!"

Yan Qingmo smiled faintly, Si Shaochen hung on him, he was not too heavy, just walked a few steps.

"Pray to Wang Ye-" The guard ventured in, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned.

Si Shaochen's face is still thin, after all, it is ancient, and he must always converge a little. He jumped down from Yan Qingmo, touched his nose and stood aside.

"Say."

Yan Qingmo clenched his fists, there was still Si Shaochen's residual warmth, thinking of the full touch, he was in a good mood, and he didn't think about anything with the guards.

"The prince entered the palace, it is said, because he wants..." The guard glanced at Si Shaochen, "He wants the emperor to promise his wife to him."

Yan Qingmo frowned two good-looking sword eyebrows: "I know, you retreat first." Si

Shaochen was also a little nervous, that is the emperor's son, what about the emperor owes Yan Qingmo, the son opens his mouth to ask for someone, will the father not give it?

"Momo..." Si Shaochen took Yan Qingmo's hand and said very seriously, "Let's elope."

Yan Qingmo was crying and laughing, and he lightly flicked Si Shaochen's forehead: "What do you think, how can the emperor let a man pass through the door."

"It's also..." Si Shaochen nodded, but soon he realized that the prince could have a harem, and he didn't just need one person, "Then what if he marries the crown prince first, and then asks the emperor?" I don't want you to have any contradictions with the emperor, but now I feel good like this."

Yan Qingmo looked calm, not panicking at all, as if any difficulty in front of him, he could solve it.

"If he wants someone, will I give it?" Yan Qingmo sneered, "Bai Luoxing is unconscious now, so he is in a hurry to enter the palace, isn't it..." Si

Shaochen was stunned, should Yan Qingmo think that Tang Wujing wanted to use him as a medicine introduction?

"White Falling Star is in a coma again?" Si Shaochen thought about it, it seems that the last time they met, Bai Luoxing looked a lot weaker, this body is too weak, the medicine jar really lives up to its name.

Yan Qingmo nodded: "Lock people in the firewood room, not to mention the current white falling star, even when the body is the best, the white falling star can't stand it."

"Then..." Si Shaochen thought of the snow lotus sent by Bai Luoxing, and that day Elder Yan said that this snow lotus could be refined into medicine and soup, and the blood in the brain after taking it might dissipate.

Yan Qingmo seemed to see Si Shaochen's thoughts: "Madame wants to go to see the white falling star?"

"I don't know." Si Shaochen sighed softly, he didn't know if he wanted to find Bai Luoxing, if it weren't for Bai Luoxing, he wouldn't be like this now, maybe Yan Qingmo would have found him long ago, and the two lived a happy little life.

Yan Qingmo rubbed Si Shaochen's shoulders: "No hurry, for a while, the prince will not do anything to Bai Luoxing."

Si Shaochen sighed: "Momo, do you know something?"

Yan Qingmo looked at Si Shaochen innocently, and he blinked: "What?

"Don't pretend, you must have something you didn't tell me." Si Shaochen always felt that things were not so simple, "We must have seen it before, what happened at that time?"

Yan Qingmo smiled lightly, and his face was full of teasing: "You forgot?

Under such a smile, Si Shaochen was inexplicably a little weak: "I... I don't have blood in my head, I can't remember, ink can't blame me.

Yan Qingmo nodded: "I know, so when you think of it, you will know." Si

Shaochen is even more weak-hearted, he remembers early, if his personality was the same when he was a child, his mouth was not hidden, he knew from a very young age that he liked men, and Yan Qingmo looked so good--

he shouldn't have teased Yan Qingmo, right?

Hooked Yan Qingmo's heart away so early, it was worthy of him.

Thinking of this, Si Shaochen was a little proud.

"Remembering something?" Yan Qingmo asked.

Si Shaochen shook his head and said honestly: "No, if I have done anything bad to Momo before, I can compensate for it, as long as Momo doesn't blame me."

Yan Qingmo nodded and showed a big smile: "Okay, you said." "

“...... What have I really done to you before? Si Shaochen was shocked, he was a little fart at that time, what could he do to Yan Qingmo.

"I remember, don't regret it in the morning." Yan Qingmo handed the sword to Si Shaochen, "I'll teach you to dance the sword." Si

Shaochen's mind had long drifted away, he held the sword, Yan Qingmo held his hand behind him, and one by one the movements were broken down to teach him.

Si Shaochen's mind was full of Yan Qingmo, how did he have any thoughts to dance the sword, and he didn't remember the last move, and was pressed to the ground by Yan Qingmo and kissed enough.

"Not remembering a single movement? Well?

Si Shaochen opened his mouth and gasped: "You are playing tricks!" "