How to properly play the spare tire character

Xie Ci's life in the palace was really boring, Xu Shi had just ascended the throne, Wu Yanqing was always busy with things, especially this time, there was a rare waterlogging in the northern part of Dayuan, Xie Ci hadn't seen him for two days Passed the emperor.

Xie Ci was happy to see the success. Every time Wu Yanqing came to him, there was nothing good to do. He couldn't escape reciting dictation and filling in the words. If he couldn't write well, the person would hug him. Qindi was out of breath, and told him that this was punishment in a serious manner.

After a while, Xie Ci knew the rules of the palace very well, but knowing it was one thing, and doing it was another.

When he first entered the palace for a short time, Xie Ci was still a little afraid of Wu Yanqing, he had a lot of scruples, and he didn't dare to be presumptuous, and followed the other party's rules in everything.

But as time went by, and the bottom line was constantly tested, he found that the new emperor's tolerance for him was very high, so Xie Ci became more and more arrogant, drinking and having fun, and the cups and cups of books and books in the palace were thrown everywhere. The palace servants wanted to help him tidy up, but he refused, saying it was so comfortable.

Wu Yanqing himself is a very disciplined person, in his eyes, everything should be in its proper place.

Therefore, when he stepped into the Zichen Palace, facing the bedroom with nowhere to go, his face turned completely black in an instant.

Especially when he saw Xie Ci lying on the jade couch where they slept in blankets and eating cakes, and the crumbs were sprinkled on the bed, he couldn't help but said in a cold voice: "Xie Ci, who will allow you to eat?" Eating on the bed? Formless, too presumptuous."

Xie Ci knew that he would not punish himself, so he didn't panic in the face of Wu Yanqing's sneering words. There were still a few ink marks on his pajamas, which were extremely eye-catching in the light and soft tones. Xie Ci lazily turned over, Patting casually with his hands, he turned a page of the story book, and said to Wu Yan without raising his head, "Your Majesty redeems, if His Majesty is so displeased, let the minister out of the palace."

Wu Yanqing had absolutely nothing to do with him, he couldn't beat him, he couldn't scold him, Xie Ci was a coquettish and vindictive person, last time he slapped the other party's buttocks in a small way, Xie Ci was fine, he couldn't handle it for several days Ignoring him, Wu Yanqing sat on the bench for several days depressed.

After doing this, Wu Yanqing was able to stand still in the face of the mess in the room, and lost the slightest bit of temper.

Xie Ci purposely refused to allow the palace people to clean up. Every time Wu Yanqing came to court to find Xie Ci, he had to do it himself. However, Xie Ci didn't give him face, and it was often when he had just finished packing the things on his front feet, the other party would be able to clean them up again. chaos.

If you ask him, he will have plausible arguments, what is he doing so neatly arranged, after all, it is not for people to use.

When the palace people knew about this, they refused to believe it at first, but later saw their cold and noble majesty holding that dude's ankle with his own hands, helping him put on shoes, they would believe it.

"Xie Xiaohou has done a great job accompanying you, His Majesty specially rewarded you with a pair of white ice jade bracelets, blue brick glazed cup..."

The precious treasures were sent to Zichen Palace like a stream of water, Xie Ci didn't even look at them, and even looked away lazily, winking at the maid beside him: "Grapes."

With her head down, the maid obediently peeled the grapes in the jade dish, and put them into the soft pink lips of Master Xie Xiaohou.

Xie Ci is extremely handsome, half lying on the bed like this, sweeping the tails of his eyes slightly, there is really a kind of fascinated posture, the flushed tongue accidentally touched the fingertips of the little maid, Xie Ci didn't pay attention, and called that The little maid was blushing and stared at him bewilderedly.

The eunuch watched and made a decision in his heart. After reading the imperial decree, he waited for the young master Xie to rest before calling out the little maid and sarcastically sarcastically.

No one dared to think about the emperor's people, so when Xie Ci woke up, he never saw the little maid again.

He was annoyed and hated the feeling of being watched all the time.Wu Yanqing followed him in every other way, except for this matter, no matter what he said, it didn't work.

Xie Ci frowned, straightened his sleeves, and left the palace gate, followed by a few eunuchs, not as many as before.

He was planning to go to Liyuan to listen to opera, but Wu Yanqing was in control of him, and specially invited a well-known opera troupe from the imperial city to sing for Xie Ci.

To get to the Liyuan, you have to pass through the Royal Garden, coincidentally, when Xie Ci was passing by, he happened to hear a few arrogant eunuchs beating and scolding a small guard, and the obscenities were simply unbearable.

Xie Ci was not a very kind person, but he didn't want to see such a humiliating scene, so he walked over with a cold face, and before he could speak, the little eunuchs knelt down in fright.

Xie Ci raised his eyes and looked at the poor little guard, the little guard was surprisingly handsome, with a pair of star-like black eyes looking over cautiously, and there was a beautiful twin vine flower hidden in his bosom .

His body was obviously covered with dust, and his hands and face were covered with bruises, but he still protected those vine flowers tightly.

Almost no one in the entire harem knows that the favorite of His Majesty's beloved Young Master Xie is the double vine flower.

Xie Ci himself is a person who is extremely tolerant towards beauties, and with this little guard's behavior of protecting flowers, Xie Ci easily developed a good impression of him.

When he learned that the little guard was misunderstood as picking flowers because he passed by the Imperial Garden and saw the pair of wisteria flowers falling to the ground, Xie Ci felt that the little guard was pitiful and cute, so he simply kept him by his side.

From this day on, Xie Ci often accompanied a small guard by his side.

Xie Ci was worried that the eunuchs and palace guards around him were talking nonsense, so he went to Wu Yanqing to ask for grace.

Wu Yanqing probably didn't have time to accompany Xie Ci recently, and was worried that the other party would find it boring, so she easily complied with such small requests.

The little guard is very lovable, he knows everything, Xiangyi knows how to let Xie Ci in without a trace, he also cooks the usual meals and dishes quite well, and even makes his own shadow puppetry, he is really an interesting person.

Within a few days, Xie Ci felt that he could not do without the other party, and even called the other party to the bedroom to accompany him at night when Wu Yanqing would not return to the palace, and read to him.

The little guard looked at him like he was looking at the stars in the sky, full of reverence and some unspeakable feelings, like looking at an unattainable dream.

Xie Ci asked him why he knew him so well, as if the two were good friends and brothers who slept together.

The little guard just smiled and said, "Young Master, I'm here for you."

There seemed to be something repressed in his eyes, but upon closer inspection, there seemed to be nothing.

Xie Ci really regarded this little guard as his only friend in the palace, and because of this, he began to fear that Wu Yanqing would attack the little guard.

There are too many examples like this. Wu Yanqing is a sick person in his bones. He has the common problems of all emperors, desire to possess and control. Since Xie Ci entered the palace, he has changed many batches of servants around him.

Whenever Xie Ci shows a little bit of love and closeness to someone, when he wakes up the next day, that person will definitely be replaced.

Sometimes Xie Ci didn't know if Wu Yanqing was torturing him on purpose. The other party put him in this magnificent cage and didn't allow him to get close to anyone, only allowed him to look at him alone.

If it is an ordinary person, after a long time, it is impossible to be able to really develop dependence and morbid love for Wu Yanqing, but Xie Ci is not such a peaceful person in his bones, he likes the new and dislikes the old, no matter how beautiful Wu Yanqing's face is, he should look annoyed.

**

The wind in winter is getting more and more bitter. Near the end of the year, the new emperor arranged everything, worshiped heaven and earth, and canonized Xie Ci as the first noble concubine in the harem.

To be honest, Xie Ci had expected this day a long time ago, and the outside world didn't seem to have caused much disturbance, even words of blessing were endless.

From this, it can be seen that Wu Yanqing was already prepared.

Since childhood, Xie Ci always thought that he would marry Shen Yushu in the end. The world is unpredictable, and he is like a fool, being played around.

Admitted to the wrong sweetheart, forced to enter the palace, forced to become the emperor's concubine.

Xie Ci put on the imperial concubine's fate robe, a very long robe with wide sleeves, smoky black and crimson red, with an unspeakably noble air, the skirt and cuffs were embroidered with fine clouds and auspicious patterns with gold silk, the jet-black Her long hair was tied up by a feather crown, and her beautiful face was decorated with silver powder. There was a kind of bewitching, elegant beauty that people dare not look directly at.

Wu Yanqing rubbed his head and explained to Xie Ci some time ago that he originally wanted to canonize Xie Ci as empress, but because the old emperor had to mourn for three years after his death, the post had to be vacated.

Xie Ci didn't care about these things at all, he believed in Xie Chi so much, the other party said that if he wanted to take him out of the palace, he would definitely fulfill his promise, besides, he really didn't have much love for Wu Yanqing right now, so how could he care about himself? Is it a wife or a concubine?

The left and right are the same, unable to get out of the palace gate, imprisoned like a canary.

The process of worshiping heaven and earth was very complicated. Xie Ci and Wu Yanqing walked side by side on the red carpet, and at the end was a high platform for worshiping the sky.

The emperor seemed to be in a very good mood, with a gentle smile on his cold and pure face.

Xie Ci, on the other hand, used to be moody and changeable, but now he is careless, and even glanced casually among the kneeling ministers around him.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always feels that there is a set of eyes following him all the time, very calm, like a hunter locking his target.

At the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, everyone was not allowed to raise their heads, out of respect for the gods, Xie Ci was always out of line, no matter what, his eyes swept aside, and happened to see Shen Tangzhi.

Shen Tangzhi should have lost weight, but he was taller, with an elegant and handsome face, and his eyes were a little quiet. They looked at each other for a few seconds, and then moved away lightly.

Like some kind of tacit understanding.

Xie Ci's heart jumped again, like every time he kissed Shen Tangzhi in Shen's residence.

There is an illusion almost infatuated.

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was coming to an end in the evening, Xie Ci took off his heavy clothes and went to the Taiye Pond to take a bath.

Xie Ciping retreated everyone except the little guard.

The little guard was really omnipotent. He rolled up his sleeves, lowered his eyes, and let the mist fill up, condensing into dew on his eyelashes.

Xie Ci closed his eyes and let the other party scrub carefully, Xie Ci's black hair scattered in the water, like a magnificent black begonia.

The mist was getting thicker and thicker, Xie Ci slowly opened his eyes, he seemed a little tired, after a while he gently waved away the hand and the silk cloth that the little guard gently wiped, and with a slight force on his hand, he actually pulled him out of the bath.

Xie Ci's upper body is naked, with beautiful lines, and the meaning of bewitching is very obvious.

He pushed the little guard to the edge of the bathtub, a piece of flour noodles was like a fully blooming lotus flower, Xie Ci lay in front of the little guard, pinching the other's chin with warm and forceful fingers, his voice was a little hoarse, as if some kind of desire ·Want to bloom and faint in it.

He leaned into the little guard's ear and said: "I know who you are, Shen Tangzhi, is it you?"

Xie Ci was like a beautiful and seductive water ghost, he lightly licked his completely red earlobe, and said in a hoarse voice: "I know it's you, Shen Tangzhi, I might consummate the marriage with the emperor tonight gone."

The little guard's face was flushed, and there was an unspeakable light in his eyes, like a dead and resurrected ghost, somewhat sinister, but unstoppably seduced by the other party.

He didn't say anything, and let Xie Ci kiss him on the side of the face.

Like a drug addict, he has completely fallen into the temptation of drugs.

Xie Ci only thought he guessed it right, he pressed his wet forehead against the side of the little guard's forehead, and said softly, "I won't let him touch me."

As he spoke, his fingers snaked along the water droplets and touched the little guard's chest.

The dandy's eyes were foggy, it was the temptation of unfamiliarity, he said: "I'll give it to you, Yushu."

He said, "I want to be your wife."

The little guard slowly opened his closed eyes, and after a while, he slowly raised his hand, pushing Xie Ci away gently.

Xie Ci was slightly stunned, as if he couldn't react.

The little guard got up to go ashore, his voice was strangely hoarse, and he only turned his wet back to Xie Ci: "Young concubine, the trouble comes from your mouth, this servant is just an inconspicuous servant in the palace, not that Lord Shen."

Xie Ci didn't speak, just lowered his head silently.

After a while, he slowly raised his head, sneered, his eyes were red.

The dandy said in an almost indifferent tone: "What a misfortune came out of your mouth, Shen Tangzhi, you still flirt with me during the day, and now you are pretending to be a gentleman again when your identity is exposed?"

"Cowardly and incompetent."

The guard didn't turn around, and his voice was somewhat cool: "The imperial concubine respects herself."

Xie Ci was so angry that he threw all the things by the pool into it, his eyes were red.

The little guard walked out slowly, Xie Ci finally said softly: "Shen Tangzhi, I like you."

don't go, okay?

The door was completely closed, Xie Ci was half lying on the edge of the bathtub, his thin back trembling slightly.

Blame him for being sentimental, so embarrassing.

Xie Ci was put on a soft-sleeved gown made of brocade by the maids. He had just taken a bath, and his body was still pink, like a ripe peach.

The maids brought bottles and jars of ointment, Xie Ci lowered his eyes, and said to them: "You don't need me, just ask my guard to come in."

The maids reminded: "Imperial concubine, you should call yourself your own palace now to comply with the rules."

Xie Ci said impatiently: "Okay, let the guard of this palace come in and apply the ointment."

The maids retreated slowly, and after a while, the door was opened again.

Xie Ci lowered his head sullenly and said, "Come and help me paint."

As he spoke, he seemed to be exasperated, and ordered: "Don't touch my feet."