What am I thinking when I'm cheating on the male supporting role [Transmigration Book]

"Is the third brother wrong?" The sixth princess's face darkened, and she complained: "Then what kind of prodigy, he just wanted to curry favor with the ninth brother and show off his talent, otherwise, why did he put so much effort into writing a policy theory?"

"Sister, Mr. Xiaobai is not that kind of person!" Xie An explained: "Brother Nine took the initiative to ask Mr. to help write it."

The sixth princess protects the calf: "Our old nine has never let others write for him before, why did he suddenly take a fancy to that child prodigy?"

Once Xie An heard that this made sense, he looked at Xie Duo suspiciously, "Ninth Brother, why did you specially ask Mr. Xiaobai to write that policy theory?"

This question hit Xie Duo's sore spot.

Who would have thought that a good scholar who had never dabbled in Legalism would be so slippery when he wrote policy theory?

Frankly speaking, Xie Duo was worried that when he was bluffing that little prodigy to write as a ghostwriter, because the little prodigy really didn't look very smart.

When the little prodigy came back to the study room for the first time, the waiter asked him to take a seat. The little prodigy originally wanted to sit next to the starling, but the starling declined.

Xie Duo raised his head, and the little child prodigy also turned his head stiffly to look at the back row. When his eyes collided with him, his expression looked like he had seen a ghost.

Immediately afterwards, the little prodigy walked to the seat between him and Xie An with difficulty, stretched out his hand to pull the chair, and only opened it half an inch for a long time.

Xie Duo squinted at the little prodigy, and was about to pull out the chair for him, but the little prodigy suddenly pushed the chair to his side and almost sat down next to him.

Xie Duo didn't like dealing with strangers, thinking that this good man wanted to get close, so he kept a cold face throughout the class.

But the little prodigy didn't communicate with him, including when Xie Jing turned his head to ask questions, the little prodigy was stunned by the question, and would rather talk to his brother Xie An instead of turning his head to look at Xie Duo.

Xie Duo aroused his curiosity and began to pay attention to this strange young concubine, only to find that he was frowning seriously... looking upside down at the silk script.

From that moment on, Xie Duo was sure that this kid might be a bit stupid.

Originally, I wanted to ask this kid to relax, but every time he turned his head, the little prodigy would tremble and tense up.

The little prodigy seemed to be afraid of him.

This made Xie Duoxin feel bad, and after the class, it was so easy to scare the little prodigy to ask for a ghostwriter.

Unexpectedly, he dug a hole for himself.

With unimaginable strength, the little child prodigy swayed him with nine twists and eighteen bends.

It is not sure whether the little prodigy deliberately wrote such a policy to punish him.

Xie Duo didn't want the little prodigy to be convicted for ghostwriting, but it didn't mean he didn't pursue the little prodigy's intentions.

The injury is not healed, the bill has to be settled, I thought about it in a few days, but the child prodigy dared to go to the study to wait for him.

The imperial physician prescribed good medicine, Xie Duo said he was tired and rested, and when Sixth Sister and the others had left, he got up and left the South Third Institute, heading for the Imperial Academy.

Han Jiao asked the colleagues who were following the lecturer today, and learned that the Ninth Prince still did not come to class.

I don't know what happened to the injury.

In the morning, Lin Weng came to the secretary's room, and brought a few copies of the policies and theories written by the three little princes, and asked the Shuji scholars to copy a copy back home.

In name, it is to make everyone familiar with the theoretical level of the little princes, so that they can teach students according to their aptitude, but in fact, it is to avoid the occurrence of dangerous incidents where modern pens can be played off again. "Tutoring homework" must be combined with the actual level of students.

To put it bluntly, this thing was prepared for Han Jiao alone, and Lin Weng really worked hard.

But this move has become a trick in the hands of Chen Yuanqiao and his gang.

Chen Yuanqiao has always suspected that Han Jiao took the initiative to ghostwrite for the prince, and the kind-hearted Ninth Prince couldn't bear to involve him after the incident, so Han Jiao was completely cleared of the crime.

Now that Lin Weng let everyone know the level of the prince's strategy and theory, isn't it because he is afraid that people like Han Jiao will not be able to grasp it well when he fawns over others?

So Chen Yuanqiao and his group deliberately asked Han Jiao to read it several times, so that he could take it easy when he next time shows his courtesy.

A few days ago, they were worried that Han Jiao would be favored by the princes, but now Han Jiao couldn't even enter the door of the study room.

Fortunately, Han Jiao is not as isolated and helpless as he was at first. His talent has been recognized by the emperor, and he has even delivered an essay to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Many colleagues either sincerely admire or flatter him, rushing to make friends with him. , The soldiers came to fight back for him.

Although he is no longer single and weak, but always in this atmosphere, his mood can't get better. Han Jiao picked up the princes' strategies and went out to Zangshuge to find Qingjing.

Zhou Hao, who most admired Han Jiao's knowledge in the courtyard, also followed Han Jiao out, glaring at Chen Yuanqiao and the others before leaving.

As the two walked forward, Chen Yuanqiao immediately continued to sneer, bluntly saying that Han Jiao fell out of favor with the prince because he flattered him on the horse's hooves, and he had nowhere to deliver the medicine in his arms all day long, which is really pitiful.

As soon as he finished speaking, the eunuch's announcement suddenly came from outside the courtyard: The Ninth Prince has arrived——

Chen Yuanqiao, who was spread out in the armchair with a proud face, immediately stood up with a group of good people, and hurriedly stood on both sides of the aisle to greet him in fear and excitement.

This little master is kind and caring, I don't know why he came to the Secretary's Office of the Imperial Academy this time, all the Shuji scholars stretched their necks, ready to answer the prince's questions at all times.

The Ninth Prince, whose left hand was still wrapped in gauze, stepped into the door with long legs, turned his head and quickly swept the faces of the concubines on both sides, and finally said only two words——

"My lords have worked hard."

"Where is Mr. Han?"

Mr. Han is in the Library Pavilion.

This place is not like a library that has tables and chairs for self-study. There are only rows of bookshelves and long and narrow aisles all over the room.

Han Jiao was standing between two rows of bookshelves, reading the previous homework of the Ninth Prince with Zhou Hao.

"Is the allusion used here wrong?" Han Jiao pointed out a mistake in the theory.

Zhou Hao took a closer look, smiled and nodded.

The two of them didn't realize at all that the master of this theory had already stepped on the threshold and was approaching here step by step.

A Shuji who was standing outside the bookshelf saw the person coming, and hurriedly cupped his hands in shock, just about to salute, but saw the Ninth Prince's index finger on his lips, and ordered him to keep silent with his eyes.

He quickly nodded and stepped aside to make way for the prince.

"Look at this passage, it was used in the last policy." Han Jiao was immersed in the perfunctory homework of the Ninth Prince, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

Xie Duo quietly walked into a row of bookshelves behind Han Jiao, took out a book, and looked at the little child prodigy who was chatting happily at the other end of the bookshelf through the vacated gap.

"The last two pages are so written that they almost fly, hahaha."

It must be because he can't wait to play football. Han Jiao felt that the big boss was cute when he was young, and he was just a playful fish. How could he be as dangerous as the original book said?

"Haha, it's this paragraph again. Look, it's here again. Your Highness is too good at making up the numbers." Sincerely thinking that the big boss is very cute, Han Jiao gradually began to complain about the little prince as a buddy.

Although his intuition for danger made him feel that the air was a bit chilly, but at the moment he was immersed in the big boss's strategy, Han Jiao's desire to survive was not stimulated.

Zhou Hao on the side suddenly thought of another thing, and asked Han Jiao: "Xiaobai, your bag of medicine smells very strong, and you bring it to the courtyard every day, so you won't be slammed by that surname Chen, or you can give the medicine to the waiter. Sir, let him give it to His Highness for you?"

Han Jiao was also worried about this. The smell of traditional Chinese medicine was so strong that it couldn't be concealed no matter how many layers were wrapped, and he didn't know when he would see the big boss again. It was indeed a trouble.

"I still want to give it to His Highness with my own hands." After thinking about it, Han Jiao declined Zhou Hao's kindness, and said firmly, "No matter how difficult it is, I have to find a way to deliver it to His Highness in person. This is my heart for His Highness."

As soon as this remark came out, across the bookshelf, a certain dangerous boss' eyes became tender.

Zhou Hao said suspiciously: "But if this medicine is kept for a long time, it may not be effective enough."

After all, there is no shortage of precious medicinal materials like him in the palace, Han Jiao shook his head indifferently: "It doesn't matter the effect of the medicine, the main thing is to express my heart."

The gaze of a certain boss behind the bookshelf turned cold.

Seeing that Han Jiao put away his policy theory, Xie Duo walked out of the aisle quickly and silently, raised his surviving right hand, picked up the arm of the concubine in the aisle, almost lifted him up, and turned to him.

The Shu Jishi just saw the prince come to the library to read a book, and he was on standby all the time, but he didn't expect that the ancestor didn't make a sound, but came to ask the teacher in such a rude way, which made him dumbfounded with fright.

"Now." Xie Duo moved close to the ear of the lucky man and whispered, "Give me my greetings."

It took a while for Shu Jishi to come back to his senses, with a face full of doubts, he quickly straightened his clothes that had been messed up by the prince, and then respectfully bowed his hands and saluted.

The sudden greeting made Han Jiao and Zhou Hao startled and turned their heads to look out of the bookshelf at the same time.

"Why did Your Highness come here?" Zhou Hao asked in a low voice.

Han Jiao didn't expect to run into a big boss here, so excited that he hurried out to say hello.

The big boss didn't respond.

The library was quiet.

Han Jiao peeked slightly at Xie Duo's expression, but unexpectedly Xie Duo was also staring at him with no joy or anger on his face.

Han Jiao lowered his eyes.

Feeling uneasy again, the boss's left hand is still wrapped in layers of gauze, I don't know if I have any resentment towards him.

"What is Mr. Han holding?" Xie Duo finally asked.

The tone is calm.

Han Jiao heaved a sigh of relief, happily raised his head to look at the big boss a few more times, and replied with a smile: "These are the strategies written by His Highness in the past."

"Sir, you have time to spare." Xie Duo took two steps closer, looked down at the theory in Han Jiao's hand, and raised his eyes to look at him: "The writing is not good, will you make me laugh?"

Seeing that the big boss looked normal, Han Jiao must not be seriously injured. He finally let go of his heart that had been hanging around for a few days, and praised without conscience: "Your Highness is too modest, and the writing of the policy is brilliant, and the humble minister sighs!"

"Really?" Xie Duo looked at Han Jiao: "Why do you smell like medicine?"

"Oh!" Han Jiao hurriedly took out his precious medicine bag from his arms, and happily handed it to the big boss: "I searched all the medicine shops in the capital, and found out that this formula is very effective in relieving pain and removing blood stasis, so I specially prepared it for half a month. The amount of it may not be able to match the formula of the imperial physicians, if His Highness does not dislike it..."

"I don't dislike it." Xie Duo's eyes shivered, and he said in a low voice: "The main thing is to let Mr. Han express his heart. It doesn't matter if I don't waste my hands."

Han Jiao: "..."

In an instant, the gentle and handsome little prince in front of him merged with the extremely dangerous and ferocious boss in the original book!

The bright smile on Han Jiao's face froze, he was still standing in front of the boss, his soul had already ascended to heaven.

Xie Duo turned his head to the other two and said: "You two, please go back first."

"I will leave." The two bowed their heads in salute.

Han Jiao's desire to survive finally started to run, he braced himself to salute with the two concubines, then followed Zhou Hao, bypassing the boss, trying to escape, but was dragged back to the original place by a hand holding his arm.

It seems that the description of the big boss's terrifying force value in the original book is not false, and the loss of a hand that he can only use will not delay him in trapping Han Jiao.

The author has something to say:

Xiaobai: I was cheated! Boss is not a good boy at all!

Boss: My daughter-in-law doesn't really care about me, she thinks my handwriting is ugly.