Quick Travel: Saving the Cannon Fodder Male Supporting Role

Xiao Yansui returned to the palace with complicated emotions. Thinking of the big problem that Concubine Li had given him, he felt dizzy.

From his point of view, he did not want Xiao Yue to know about this matter. After all, Concubine Li was kind to him. Xiao Yue was the prince he had always admired and now held great power. If Xiao Yue knew the truth, even if he did not kill her, he would not Those people from the Sun family will be spared.

But from the Jiang family's point of view, they helped the emperor conquer the world, stabilize the political power, and guard the borders. They played an important role, but in the end they were buried in the battlefield because of the emperor's fear. Now they are not even given a chance to be redressed. How cruel?

Because of the entanglement, he forgot to look for Shen Huan. It wasn't until the sky got dark that he remembered this and asked, "Where did she go?"

The guard said in his heart that your future princess and concubine are about to elope, and only now do you think of asking about it?

He didn't dare to say anything, so he said: "Miss Zhao invited Miss Xia to watch the dance. She may be having dinner at the moment."

Xiao Yansui: "..."

He knew he shouldn't let anyone in that day!

He aggressively rushed to the courtyard where Zhao Menghuan lived. This was the most remote place in the entire palace. Zhao Menghuan initially wanted to repair it and live in it. Later, he made more and more changes, and finally almost built a new courtyard.

The courtyard retains the layout of the original courtyard. The door faces the main house, and there are wing rooms on the left and right. In the middle, where the landscaping was supposed to be, she built a stage with a roof on it to prevent rain. The whole thing looks nondescript. .

The maids in the yard were busy, and when they saw him coming in, they were all dumbfounded. After all, Zhao Menghuan had never been to this place in the few months since he came here.

The guard who followed closely shouted: "Your Majesty is here!"

Xiao Yan walked in with big strides, and the maid behind him knelt on the ground. The guards asked them to get up when they passed by.

Zhao Menghuan also renovated the main room. The main hall was originally divided into two ear rooms, but she opened them all, expanded the area and made an indoor stage. Candles were lit on both sides, and six beautiful women were dancing.

There were two musicians sitting in front, one playing the piano and the other playing the flute. They played melodious music and graceful dancing, and the candlelight flickered dimly. The two people sat in the front, enjoying the dance while tasting the food. It was so comfortable.

Xiao Yansui felt angry and amused when he saw this scene. What made him most helpless was that the guards had already announced his arrival. The two of them acted as if they had not heard anything and continued to enjoy the food and dance.

He walked directly to the two of them.

Shen Huan raised his head and seemed to be in a happy mood: "You are back."

Xiao Yansui: "I have been back for a few hours."

Shen Huan put down his chopsticks: "How many hours have you been back? Why didn't you come to see me? You made me worry, thinking something happened to you in the palace."

Xiao Yansui: "..."

Something doesn't feel right? But his princess cares about him.

"Are you really worried about me? Then why don't you go back?"

"Waiting for you to come over." Shen Huan took it as a matter of course and waved to a maid next to her: "Add a pair of bowls and chopsticks."

The maid was stunned for a moment, and then she went to get him bowls and chopsticks.

Shen Huan patted the seat next to him: "Sit down, eat this to keep warm on this cold day."

Hot pot is a must-have delicacy for every time-traveling girl. Zhao Menghuan is not very good at eating. Fortunately, Ning Fangfang has been here for many years. The hot pot restaurant in Beijing has also been popular for many years and can earn her dozens of dollars every year. Ten thousand taels of silver.

Zhao Menghuan dictated most of the materials, and the maid next to her who was good at cooking came up with it after thinking about it for a while.

The special mandarin duck pot is bubbling. One side is red with a lot of dogwood floating on it. When bubbling, you can see a lot of peppercorns. The other side is clear soup. Next to it is a clean wooden board with various Ingredients are grown, fresh meat slices are laid on the fresh snow, marinated pork belly is shiny with oil, shrimps are smooth, various meatballs...

When Shen Huan first saw it, he couldn't help but marvel at the amazing creativity of human beings.

She had also experienced this kind of world before. Because of her noble status, she had enjoyed many good things.

How come no one came up with these things back then?

The maid helped him get a small plate and stepped aside. He watched Shen Huan put slices of meat into his bowl, while Zhao Menghuan kept adding good ingredients, a little dumbfounded.

Is he here to challenge the enemy?

Why did you eat it?

"Have a taste."

Zhao Menghuan also said: "Although there is no chili pepper, the taste is a bit worse, but it should be just right for an ancient like you."

Xiao Yansui had no choice but to tentatively pick up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth. The spicy and numbing taste instantly invaded his entire taste buds, and he hesitated whether to spit it out.

Shen Huan saw his strange expression and asked, "Are you not used to eating?"

Xiao Yan chewed it and then swallowed it. The taste was not bad, but it was far different from his previous light eating habits.

"good."

"It's delicious." Zhao Menghuan was a little proud: "Let me tell you, you must have eaten this once or twice, and you will fall in love with it in the future. I thought I gained a pound and practiced for an hour every day, but I still endured it. If you don’t live there, you’ll eat whenever you get a chance..."

Speaking of the past, Zhao Menghuan felt a little emotional.

At that time, what she hated most during practice was the teacher. Now thinking about it, if she could return to her own world, she would be happy to go through those devilish trainings again.

Fortunately, she was lucky enough to meet a powerful fellow here, who had a firm grasp on His Highness the Prince of Tang, who represented male power and imperial power in this feudal era, and helped her find a place to stay, appreciate her dancing, and help him Find the value of existence in this strange world.

She decided to compile a dance book in this world, record the dances of various countries and tribes through pictures and words, compile them into books, and preserve them for future generations.

This was the only contribution she could make to that era and that country.

"Ugh."

She picked up a piece of cooked meat and stuffed it into her mouth, filling her empty heart with delicious food.

The door was pushed open, and the maid came in covered with snow and gave them some meat.

Zhao Menghuan looked at the people dancing below and said: "This is enough for us. There is also soup base in the kitchen. You can cook it yourself. There is no need to wait here. There are also you. Get dressed and go back. Be careful not to Got a cold."

The sound of silk and bamboo stopped, and the six women also stopped and bowed to them. The musician also stood up and bowed. They took their cloaks in the corner, put them on, and left the room together.

The maid bowed to the other two, thanked her, and then exited the house.

The surrounding area suddenly became quiet, except for the constant sound of the hot pot in the middle. Xiao Yan then asked, "Where did those people come from just now?"

Zhao Menghuan said: "Invited by the brothel."

Seeing that his expression was wrong, she quickly made amends: "I didn't invite him in the name of the palace. They all came in from the side door. They don't even know where they are."