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

Han Jiao wraps his arms around the back of Xie Duo's neck and kisses him so much that he forgets himself. The paper in his hand floats to the ground, and the circled words on the paper are just like the silk script he saw on the day he first met Xie Duo.

Han Jiao's appearance of being unable to recognize words, yet refusing to admit it, is the same as the day when we first met.

So Xie Duo made sure that the person in his arms hadn't changed, but he was just forgotten.

The imperial doctor said that people who are over [-] years old usually have this kind of disease, and Han Jiao's disease should only be temporary.

His breathing gradually became short, but Han Jiao was still reluctant to part with his lips.

It was Xie Duo who let go of him first, hugged him into his arms, and whispered in his ear: "Han Xiaobai, I am not willing to be forgotten by you like this. I have saved you twice, and you are not allowed to forget my love for you in both lifetimes." good."

Han Jiao looked up at him happily: "I have a good memory. My father taught me to recite poems, and I can memorize them twice. Tell me your name, and I won't forget it."

"You've already forgotten once." Xie Duo looked down at him, "I want you to remember it yourself."

Han Jiao hummed aggrievedly, but did not dare to refute.

Xie Duo let him go home.

Because he couldn't see his mother at night, Han Jiao would be too scared to sleep.

But he wanted to see Xie Duo again during the day.

Thus, the emperor began a humble life of going out to the palace for dates every day after he was busy with government affairs.

Dating doesn't bring much satisfaction to Xie Duo. Although the little prodigy is very active now, this initiative is limited to kisses and hugs.

Xie Duo tried to take the "next step", but when the little prodigy stared at him with pure eyes and asked him why he took off his pants, Xie Duo's rebellious thoughts immediately shrank back to the bottom of his dark heart.

"When you remember my name, I will repay the debt you owed in the past few days." Xie Duo made a promise viciously.

Han Jiao was a little nervous: "My family is very poor, my mother has already given me to you, and there is no money to pay you back."

"I'll pay you back."

More than half a month later, a military report came from Luozhou that chieftain Zhang Mushan voluntarily surrendered, and the news quickly spread throughout the capital.

The hundreds of years of misfortune in Dachu came to an end, and the common people felt that the new king was the god of war bestowed on them by the heavens. With the presence of the god of war, the people would be safe and the country would last forever.

The folks and even the people in many villages and counties spontaneously built a shrine for the Ninth Prince, enshrining him as a god.

The new county formed by the refugees rescued by Han Jiao put the statue of Lord Han Qingtian and the statue of God of War in the same ancestral hall and enshrined them together.

On the day of Lixia, several village chiefs from Xinxian County went to Beijing on foot early in the morning to deliver chicken, duck and goose eggs to Han Daqingtian, and warmly invited Mr. Han to visit Xinxian County for a few days.

The people in Xin County regard Han Jiao as their reborn parents. Everyone in the village knows about Han Jiao's promotion and relocation in the capital, but now, they don't know that Mr. Han has a strange disease.

This was the first time that Han Jiao didn't go out to meet guests. The village chiefs were a little puzzled. They didn't feel neglected, but they were just worried about Han Qingtian's health.

Master Han received several guests for his son, but he didn't want to reveal his son's current condition. He only vaguely said that he was suffering from a cold and it was not suitable to see guests.

However, when he got up to see off the guests, Han Jiao ran out curiously and waved goodbye to the guests with him.

When the village chiefs saw Master Han in such good spirits, they looked at Master Han who was lying suspiciously, but they didn't ask any more questions. They just surrounded Han Qingtian to greet him, and repeatedly invited Han Jiao to Xin County as a guest.

When Han Jiao heard what they said about the new hydraulic windmill built in the village, he became interested and excitedly agreed to go to the village to play, but was stopped by Master Han.

Mrs. Han also went out to hold her son back. The couple had a hard time saying that they would not let their stupid son travel with the villagers.

A few village chiefs went in without knowing it, and discussed it in a low voice, thinking that Han Daqingtian's parents were worried that they would come to flatter them and ask for something.

The farmer didn't know how to beat around the bush, so he directly swore to Master Han and Mrs. Han that he would never cause Han Jiao any trouble.

As a result, Master Han's face was blushed. He wanted to explain, but his young son who was famous in the capital suddenly became an idiot. How could he say it?

Seeing her husband's thoughts, Mrs. Han couldn't help but her eyes turned red, she covered her face with sobs and said goodbye, turned around and went home as if fleeing.

Master Han was already thin-skinned and couldn't find a reason to shirk, so he just lowered his head and sighed.

At the juncture of these two dilemmas, Da Chu Xinjun, who visited Han Jiao's house privately, came to Han Jiao's house again for a "scheduled private visit".

"What are you doing?" Seeing some old men holding Han Jiao's arms and spitting flying outside the gate of Han's mansion, Xie Duo stepped forward, pulled Han Jiao behind him, and looked at the group of visitors.

Only a few children in Xin County had seen the Ninth Prince's true face up close. The village chiefs didn't recognize him, but were overwhelmed by the coming man's aura. They all took a few steps back and looked at Xie Duo timidly.

Master Han was worried that Xie Duo would blame these warm-hearted villagers, so he hurried forward and explained the ins and outs.

Xie Duo asked suspiciously in a low voice, "Did you not tell them that Han Jiao was ill?"

Before Master Han spoke, Han Jiao argued angrily, "I'm not sick! I'm going to play in the village!"

Xie Duo looked at him sideways: "Do you want to go?"

Han Jiao nodded happily.

Xie Duo thought for a while, then looked back at Master Han: "I'll take him there."

Master Han hurriedly said: "Your Majesty..."

"Hush." ​​Xie Duo put his index finger on his lips and said in a low voice: "The imperial doctor said that if he wants to go to the places he has been to more, as long as he can remember some of the past, he can gradually remember all of it."

After half a year, Han Jiao came to Xin County again.

Worried that the local people would be too enthusiastic to frighten Han Jiao, Xie Duo took a detour into the village with only a few followers.

Instead of visiting the county magistrate or the villagers, he took Han Jiao to the mountain—the mountain they climbed together on a Ferrari.

However, Han Jiao seemed to be here for the first time, and could not remember a trace of the past.

"I don't want to climb the mountain, I want to see the windmill!" Although he has no memory, Mr. Han Qingtian's temperament of being too lazy to climb the mountain has not changed at all.

The attendants inquired along the way, and then led Xie Duo and Han Jiao to the south of the mountain. From a distance, they saw villagers gathered by the river, surrounding the newly built windmill.

The children and some young people in the village all wore masks of lions, tigers, wolves and dogs. It seemed that they were holding some kind of sacrificial ceremony, and the mountains were full of laughter and laughter.

Xie Duo turned his head to give instructions to the attendants, and when he turned around, he found that the little prodigy was gone.

There was a burst of more excited cheers from the river.

Master Han Qingtian finally reunited with the villagers!

As soon as Han Jiao showed up, he was surrounded by many people, but he didn't feel scared, he could feel that the enthusiasm of the villagers towards him was kind.

Unable to hear what the people around were saying excitedly, Han Jiao just smirked.

Xie Duo turned his toes and rushed towards Han Jiao like a gust of wind. When he passed by a child, he took the mask off his face.

As soon as the child touched his cheek, he felt that something was missing, and immediately opened his mouth, preparing for an explosive cry.

Immediately afterwards, the bad God of War, who walked along the mask, handed a candied haws to the child's mouth as if by magic.

The child's cry was blocked in his throat, and he raised his hand to take the candied haws without hesitation, and reached a deal with the profiteer God of War.

Soon, the masked god of war forced his way to Han Jiao, grabbed his shoulders and walked out, but was constantly blocked by enthusiastic villagers.

Seeing that Han Jiao wanted to stay and join in the fun, Xie Duo could only accompany him to the villagers' sacrificial ceremony.

Unmarried men in the village will participate in the "Deer Head Competition" in the sacrifice.

The rule is that all contestants stand on a huge circular slope, and whoever can push their opponents down the slope without harming the wild deer and remove the silver head from the antlers will be given the head To the unmarried daughter of any family in the village.

If the girl accepts the gift, it means that the two are in love, and they can get married without the consent of both parents.

This is a unique custom of the local people, and in the eyes of ordinary scholars, it is a barbaric custom that lacks etiquette.

After hearing the rules of the competition, Han Jiao acted very excited, as if he understood what it meant to be married.

Xie Duo sat with him at the "VIP Seat" next to the earth slope, watching the shirtless youths on the earth platform showing their abilities.

One of the tall, square-faced men was particularly agile and powerful, knocking more than ten men down the slope one after another.

The surrounding villagers cheered, and the girls shouted the man's name shamelessly.

"Brother Aling! Brother Aling!"

The girls' shouts were very melodious and full of rhythm. Han Jiao, who was watching them excitedly, raised his hand subconsciously, got up and shouted along with their rhythm: "Brother Aling! Brother Aling! Brother Aling!"

Not noticing a certain god of war wearing a wolf mask beside him, he slowly turned his head and locked on him dangerously.

"You know him?" God of War's voice carried the breath of forbearance before the beast hunted.

Han Jiao turned his head and replied excitedly without any desire for survival: "I know you, he is the most powerful person on the stage!"

Under the wolf mask, those pale eyes narrowed dangerously, "The most powerful person? In the eyes of Mr., is there more than one most powerful person?"

Han Jiao tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head honestly: "There is only one." He pointed his index finger desperately at Brother Aling on the stage, and told Xie Duo unequivocally, "The most powerful person I have ever met is he!"

Ah Lin on the stage had eliminated all his opponents at this time, and was walking towards the wild deer with a happy face, when a cold provocative voice suddenly came from behind——

"Please enlighten me, brother."

Brother Ah Lin turned around with a puzzled expression. He wasn't wondering why he missed one, but wondering where the sour scholar behind him dared to come to the stage to ask for a fight.

However, the moment he turned around, he was inexplicably flustered.

The person standing opposite was taller than Brother Aling, but not as burly as him, with a mask on his face, but he couldn't hide the sharp luster of the eyes in the hole.

Just feeling stared at by those eyes, brother Aling felt a chilling fear in his back.

The girls in the audience didn't even call Ah Ling's name anymore, they were all attracted by the strange man with the wolf mask.

Under the man's mask, his neck was as white as jade, and his tall and straight figure combined to create a unique suave look. He looked like those vulnerable aristocrats in the city.

"Aren't you from the country?" Ah Lin waved his hands impatiently: "Jump down by yourself, or you will be injured or disabled. Don't rely on me!"

Among the spectators in the audience, a little girl who had been kicked in the face by the Ninth Prince suddenly opened her eyes wide. She excitedly whispered to the sisters beside her: "Yes, it is the God of War! That young man in green shirt is the Ninth Prince of the God of War!" !"

There was a moment of silence, and the girls looked at the stage in unison!

The author has something to say: Little Cotton told His Royal Highness: Ah Ling is the most powerful!

Big Boss: Take care, don't blink, sit here and count to ten.

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Brother Aling died on the spot!