When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead

The old grass in the barren year, the white gas in the shed huddle through the clouds, and dissipated in the dense bamboo forest.

If you don't look down, you won't see the bamboo hut in the middle of the bamboo forest, let alone the two extraordinary people living inside.

"How is he?" A man in a green robe was already walking in the bamboo forest. Yingmei looked at the white man sitting in the courtyard indifferently. The white man's black silk lightly bundled a few strands behind his head, holding a yellowed scroll for reading.

Hearing the man's voice, the man in white raised his eyes slightly, and when he looked over, a clear flash in his eyes flashed.

"According to your method, it is all right now." The man's voice was clear, like a stream flowing across the gap between the stones.

"Come today, I made a new prescription." The man in the green robe sat on the opposite seat of the man and took out a seal from the cuff: "To attack poison with poison is extremely risky."

The man in white glanced at it and refused to answer it.

"You know my temperament." Qinglong's voice reveals the lightness of all things in the world: "If you don't use this method, I will use it by myself. Suzaku has been sleeping, not a way."

"You dare to say this for your brother, you must be sure?" Xi Zhao took the envelope and said, "Make sure it is in good condition."

"You are not afraid." Qinglong concluded: "Suzaku must not be afraid either."

"You know him?" Xi Zhao's voice became a little strange, but he usually heard it, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Qinglong was silent for a while, and suddenly chuckled: "Within this Demon Church...No, in this world, I am afraid that no one understands him except me."

Xi Zhao turned over the two-page scroll, stood up sharply, and threw the book down: "I will take care of this myself, so I will not give it away."

Indifferent people like Xi Zhao still ordered to **** guests away. Qinglong shook his head and stood up, not displeased, but left with his sleeves.

Inside the bamboo house, a person as beautiful as a picture scroll is now in a blouse, lying on the bed, his closed eyes reflecting long and curled eyelashes.

Xi Zhao approached, sitting beside Qi Yan's bed, quietly watching his beautiful appearance.

"I know you like red." His voice sounded faintly like running water: "If you don't wake up, you won't be allowed to wear red."

These words, he said day by day, night by night, did not get the results he wanted every day.

He did not wake up, never wake up.

The poison sword hurt his heart. Although he was healed by Qinglong, when he woke up was an unsolved mystery.

Xi Zhao brought Qi Yan back to the bamboo forest, just to give him a better environment to recover from illness... But this disease seems to have nothing to do with the environment. Sighing gently, Xi Zhao reached out and stroked Qi Yan's cold cheek.

His cheeks are as delicate and soft as peeled eggs, not as firm as a man, but he has his own charm.

"Wake up soon and I will take you to eat cold cakes."

Xi Zhao remembered that for the first time when he met Qi Yan, he ate a cold cake, but he had no money, and he casually pulled a man on the street to pay the bill. The person who was being pulled happened to be himself. If it weren't for him...

Xi Zhao's eyes darkened, saying that it was not him. I'm afraid there wouldn't be so many hardships in the back.

Thinking of Qinglong's new prescription, Xi Zhao sighed, took it out of the cuff, took it out, and took it apart by the bed.

The several medicinal herbs mentioned above are highly toxic, and even the few medicinal herbs are rare in the world. Xi Zhao thought about it, stood up, came to the desk next to him, drew up a letter, and flew away.

In the inner courtyard of the palace, the white tiger took the note handed over by the dark guard and scowled slightly after reading the contents above. After thinking for a long time, he still instructed people to go to the treasure trove and took out a few delicious herbs.

"It's good to send it to the bamboo forest, and Mo has to have a pool."

After the order, Bai Hu sighed. Suzaku did not wake up for a while, and it was difficult for him to put down his mind.

"Emperor, the concubine is about to be born..."

The white tiger raised his eyebrows. If he didn't care, he still regarded himself as the magician's white tiger protector, and the royal family's surname had long since been abandoned.

But the concubine has children...

Bai Hu did not want to be the joy of his father, but pondered without movement.

I'm afraid there will be a lot of noise in the harem.

"Let's go and see." Bai Hu stood up and just took two steps, then said: "Tonight, don't flip the sign, go to Rong Zhaoyi."

The concubine had a son, but the emperor went to the concubine's dead rival that night.

This is a trivial matter, and has nothing to do with rivers, lakes and bamboo forests.

Inside the bamboo forest, another night when the dense fog dispersed, the bamboo forest road that was vaguely stepped out, the dirt road wet with dew, became dirty shoes.

"You're a broken place, but a treasure." Xuesha was sitting in the bamboo yard and the stone bench was wet. Xi Zhao didn't even invite him to sit in.

"Why don't you want to come?"

"You may be able to recuperate Suzaku in this place?" Xuesha frowned: "If so, I will take him to a better place for recuperation."

"Do not bother you." Xi Zhao said faintly, seemingly unwilling to ignore the blood.

Xuesha was not in a hurry. He stood up and entered the bamboo house, but was stopped by Xi Zhaoxuan.

"Sit outside, just don't need it inside."

"Are you sure to stop me?" Xuesha sneered: "Are you afraid to learn from me?"

"I was disturbed." Xi Zhao flicked his sleeves, reluctant to start with him, and turned sideways to make way out: "Be quiet."

Xuesha glared at him, snorted, and stepped into the bamboo house.

The fragrance in the house is ashamed of a light medicinal fragrance, not pungent, but also refreshing. The house is not big, there are three rooms inside and outside, and the outside room is the inside room. Qi Yan is lying there at the moment, just like an ice-carved jade.

Xuesha approached the bed, looked at Qi Yan, frowned and sighed.

"It's always been like this? There's no sound, if it weren't for seeing the chest ups and downs, it was really a frozen person."

"There must be a way to wake up." Xi Zhao's voice was shallow but extremely firm.

"Are Qinglong coming?"

"Monthly month."

Xuesha sighed again and shook his head slightly at Qi Yan: "This stupid kid, really thought it was home. Who else is spoiled by him besides us? Before he woke up, he couldn't marry."

Xi Zhao turned his head and looked at Xuesha inexplicably: "Why do you say that?"

"I told Qinglong that they said that Suzaku is the life of a married man." Xuesha smiled bitterly and turned to walk out: "Well, I was upset when I saw it. I still have to wake him up. Let me talk about him."

Xi Zhao didn't say anything, because Xuesha looked at it, fearing it was also anxious and annoying, but there was no way to do it.

If we say that the demons are several people, apart from Qinglong Yueyue, only the blood is coming very far. He knew the man from Bai Hu. The emperor was out of the palace. Isn't that chaos in that palace?

But there is one...

Xi Zhao shook his head and didn't know much about this Xuanwu.