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

Watching the two sages walk out the door, only Han Jiao and the first-level dangerous boss are left in the library.

Have the emperor and empress educated their youngest son, eavesdropping on the corner is a bad habit.

If it doesn't work out, it will kill people.

Under the eyes of the boss who is about to open up, Han Jiao lowered his head obediently, and quickly guessed in his heart from which section the boss started eavesdropping on the corner of the wall.

If you only heard the phrase "efficiency is not important, the key is the mind", then Han Jiao can still explain clearly.

This effect means that compared with the precious medicinal materials in the palace, the folk formula must be mediocre.

But if you complained about the boss's homework before, the boss would have been listening...

Han Jiao ventured his courage and said, "With Your Highness's talent, if you had written a policy with your heart before, the ghostwriting by my minister would definitely not have been exposed."

Xie Duo said with a cold face, "Sir, do you think highly of me?"

Han Jiao said solemnly: "My minister is telling the truth. Although your strategy and theory don't put much thought into the choice of words and sentences, just look at it..."

"Han Xiaobai." Xie Duo interrupted his flattery, and said coldly, "Ever since you laughed at me for using allusions incorrectly, I have been listening to your teachings behind you."

"..." Han Jiao's eyes full of desire for survival dimmed visibly, and the look of watching the big boss became more and more obedient.

"Are you always doing one thing to the face and the other thing to the other side?" Xie Duo looked coldly, "Since you want to worship my mountain, show some loyalty, otherwise, no matter how beautifully written your strategy is, I won't like it. "

Han Jiao is very afraid of death, but he has inherited some of his father's uprightness by nature, and he can be killed but not humiliated. The big boss actually thinks to his face that he has spent so much time writing strategies and theories, just to curry favor with others.

This grievance was unbearable, and Han Jiao puffed up his chest to retort: ​​"The minister really put his mind to that article, but it was never to win anyone's favor. If you insist on saying that the minister has selfish intentions, it is just because you are worried about writing the article again. It will embarrass His Highness, after all, this is the first time for me to do this, and I have not grasped the propriety, but I have absolutely no intention of flattering him."

The more I can't understand this little prodigy, sometimes he is cowardly, and sometimes he has a resolute temperament.

Xie Duo tilted his head and said in doubt: "So, I misunderstood? I almost can't remember which gentleman came to the study for the first time and sat next to me."

Han Jiao, who looked at death like home, blushed instantly, and stammered anxiously: "That's because I want to sit directly behind His Highness the Eighth Prince, which happens to be closer to you..."

The big boss smiled, showing the cusps of that super-bad little tiger tooth wildly.

"That's true!" Han Jiao eagerly defended: "I don't understand why Your Highness has such a misunderstanding. If I really want to run for power, that policy theory will be sent to the Bachelor of the Academy, the elder of the pavilion, and even Yan Yan. Wang, it’s better than…”

Many times, misfortune comes out of the mouth, just such an inadvertent moment.

When Han Jiao realized that the boss's smug smile had turned into a murderous scowl, he couldn't fucking take back the words that followed.

"It's better than sending me off?" Xie Duo locked expressionlessly on the little prodigy who looked down on him as his prey, and said coldly, "I'm not worthy of you to curry favor, is I?"

The murderous look in the boss's eyes forced Han Jiao's anger back, and his rationality began to return. Han Jiao immediately stared at the big boss with piercing eyes, and said firmly: "Since you have seen through it, I should be honest—the first time." When I saw you in the study room, I wanted to do my best for you, so I sat next to you. I spent all my time writing that policy to win your favor. What I just said was just angry words, you Don't take it seriously."

Xie Duo, who was brewing anger, got stuck because of the sudden confession by the little prodigy.

The big boss looked at Han Jiao blankly. After a while, he suddenly lowered his head and laughed so that his shoulders trembled.

Boss has never seen such a hard-headed person who is suddenly afraid of death, and his emotions have been messed up.

Han Jiao: "..."

Seeing the big boss laughing happily, Han Jiao inhaled and exhaled, recalling the brainwashing song he had heard before in his mind: "Don't be angry! Don't be angry! Be angry to give the devil room!"

Xie Duo finally suppressed his smile, and raised his eyes to look at the flushed face of the little prodigy.

Seeing that the boss was considering his final disposition, Han Jiao immediately showed a harmless look, and took the lead in admitting his mistake: "In any case, this time, Your Highness was punished, and this minister cannot absolve himself of the blame. When the incident happened, this minister Several times I wanted to ask His Highness to accept it on behalf of His Highness, but I couldn't find a reason."

Xie Duo raised his chin and lowered his eyes to stare at the little prodigy, and said fiercely: "You still know that you are to blame? The emperor interrogated me all morning, but I didn't confess to you. When you entered the door, you knelt down."

Han Jiao: "..."

This bastard boss actually didn't blame him for not grasping his strategy, but blamed him for being impatient!

This is simply a born little devil embryo!

"Yes...it's a humble minister who is not as calm as His Highness, please punish him."

Xie Duo snorted and laughed: "You really want to be punished?"

Han Jiao was taken aback.

Why doesn't the big boss play cards according to the routine?

Isn't this all a formality? How can you take it seriously?

The big boss was amused by his confused expression again, narrowed his eyes and said viciously: "If you sincerely admit your mistake, I won't punish you, but if you lie in front of me, then I will help you."

Han Jiao closed his eyes in despair, waiting for the verdict.

"I will punish you for copying Legalist works."

Upon hearing this, Han Jiao looked at the big boss like a spring breeze, this scoundrel is not too dark-hearted.

The more famous works of the Legalists are not many words, so copying them once is not a big punishment.

"Which one to copy?" Han Jiao asked humbly.

"Copy them all."

bad feeling.

"Copy all... which ones are you referring to?" Han Jiao looked at the boss suspiciously.

Xie Duo put his hand on the little prodigy's shoulder, and with a light swipe, the little prodigy was turned around, facing the rows of bookshelves——

"The sixth row, the vermilion lacquered wooden box on the top floor, have you seen it?"

Han Jiao looked up in the direction of the boss' finger: "I see."

"Go and move it down, that box is full of legalist works."

Han Jiao took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at the big boss with serious eyes.

Xie Duozhao raised his chin at the southeast corner of the Book Pavilion: "If you can't reach it, there are stools there."

Han Jiao: "..."

Do not be angry!Do not be angry!Get angry and give room to the devil!

With heavy steps, Han Jiao moved a stool from the corner, and climbed onto the stool with a slumped head, reaching out to drag the mahogany box on the top shelf.

The box is not too big, the size of a printer, but he dragged it hard, and it didn't move at all.

My heart skipped a beat, this must be a box full of books!

Han Jiao closed his eyes to calm down, gritted his teeth, and moved the dead wooden box out little by little.

The box was so heavy that the entire bookshelf was shaken by Han Jiao.

The big boss walked to him in three steps and two steps at a time, holding the bookshelf with one hand, and looked up happily to watch him carry the box.

This boss is indeed a demon in its infancy!

Han Jiao's worries and emotions towards the boss in the past few days all disappeared, and he dragged the wooden box out angrily.

The young man had strong arms, and Han Jiao dragged the box out all at once, and it took no effort to lift it. However, the weight made the small round stool under his feet lose its center of gravity. Unprepared, Han Jiao followed the chair and fell backwards. !

The box held above his head fell out of his hand, and fell backwards with inertia, hitting his forehead straight down!

If he was smashed and disabled in Zangshu Pavilion, he would really become the laughing stock of the Hanlin Academy.

At the juncture of life and death, Han Jiao actually thought of the problem of face, and waved his hands in mid-air, trying to push the box away, but he couldn't grasp the direction.

The moment he was about to fall to the ground, he saw the big boss holding the bookshelf raise his eyes slowly, and with his unbelievable reaction speed, he raised his hand in the air, and the heavy wooden box in front of him whirled and flew away— —

While opening the box, Xie Duo instinctively stretched out his other hand to grab the little prodigy, and happened to be caught by Han Jiao's waving right hand!

Han Jiao's subconscious self-help grip instantly gave the big boss a critical blow to the injured left hand.

The moment he heard the painful hum, Han Jiao let go of his hand like an electric shock, and fell to the ground.

The mahogany box flew against the wall and broke, and the books were scattered all over the floor.

Looking up, the big boss grasped the injured wrist with his right hand, lowered his head and held his breath, took a step back slowly, and leaned against the bookshelf, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, obviously in excruciating pain.

Han Jiao came back to his senses, immediately took out the packet of painkiller powder from his bosom, opened it, rushed to Xie Duo, and stretched out his hand to grab his left hand.

"Don't move." Xie Duo regained his strength, and turned his head to look at the little prodigy who killed a thousand swords.

Han Jiao really suspected that the boss was not compatible with him.

"It's okay for me to fall, Your Highness's hand injury hasn't healed yet, how can I help you?" Han Jiao really didn't understand what the big boss was thinking, every time he would punish him enthusiastically, and then "give up his life" to save him, In the end, the one who was punished the most was the boss himself, who almost shot himself in the foot.

Xie Duo's voice was hoarse: "I stretched out my hand instinctively, do you really dare to grab it?"

"The minister is also instinctive..."

"Talk back?"

Han Jiao could only admit it, picked up the medicine bag and whispered, "Your Highness, apply a layer of this pain-relief powder, it will make you feel better."

Xie Duo's eyes were fierce and fierce: "It will be better if you lose one of your hands."

Han Jiao didn't dare to fight back, and comforted the boss, "It's a pity that there is no ruler here. If there is, I will take it for you to vent your anger. Your Highness, take care of yourself. I will go to the imperial physician for you?"

Xie Duo's force value was offended: "My lord, you can use a weapon with only one hand?"

Han Jiao didn't look like he was joking from the boss' expression.

The dying big boss straightened up and spread out the palm of his right hand to the little prodigy: "Give me your hand."

Han Jiao: "..."

Don't use such a romantic invitation for such a crazy behavior, boss?

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