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

In just a few days, Han Jiao, who had never been a good scholar, was promoted to a regular seventh-rank editor, and now he has become a regular sixth-rank attendant.

It usually takes five to nine years for ordinary Jinshi to cross these two steps.

Once you have a real job as a regular lecturer in the Imperial Academy, you may then take the positions of the Ministry of Rites and the Imperial Academy. These two departments are also shortcuts to enter the center of the imperial court.

Such a rocket promotion speed made Han Jiao feel that the emperor was determined to take him for his own use.

After retreating from the court, Han Jiao stood on both sides with the low-level officials in the back row, waiting for the senior officials from the six cabinet departments to go out first, and then quickly followed behind.

The officials gradually dispersed in the palace alley, Han Jiao trotted all the way, caught up with the Minister of the Household Department, and solemnly said, "I would like to thank Lord Butang on behalf of the people of Jiuwanxin County."

Huang Yao was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he cupped his hands to Han Jiao, and said indifferently: "For the Fumin case, Mr. Han has to deal with many things, and I dare not take credit for it."

Han Jiao said sincerely: "After the relief food was robbed by [-] refugees, the household department quietly redistributed a batch of food on the second day. If it weren't for this batch of life-saving food, the [-] refugees in the camp would have said nothing. Thousands of people died of starvation, how can you ignore the dedication behind the Lord Department Hall?"

Regarding this matter, Han Jiao knew clearly that the second batch of food could not have been distributed by the order of Elder Xu Ge. When the cabinet was busy trying to suppress the [-] rebels, no one cared about the remaining refugees.

Such an efficient distribution of the second batch of grain must be an order issued directly by the head of the Ministry of Households, who broke away from the cabinet's instructions.

Because of this, when the Minister of the Household Department refused to allocate funds to build a house, Han Jiao agreed to his proposal without hesitation.

Huang Yao took a deep breath when he heard the words, and sighed: "Since the refugees have settled down, don't make these matters public."

Han Jiao solemnly promised: "The lower official understands that he just wants to express his gratitude to the ministers on behalf of the common people."

Huang Yao shook his head: "I can't afford this thank you. After the first batch of relief food was robbed, it was Mr. Li Ge who came to my yamen in person and asked me to urgently allocate the second batch of food to the remaining refugees. Mr. Ge said it was from the cabinet. Temporary instructions, without your majesty's instructions, I understand that those refugees can't afford to wait, so I accepted the order in a daze, this matter really needs to be investigated, and the person responsible is Mr. Li Ge, you have to thank on behalf of the refugees, Just go and thank Mr. Li Ge."

Han Jiao was very surprised. He didn't expect that the batch of food was allocated by Mr. Li Ge in private.

After regaining his senses, Han Jiao cupped his hands and said, "If Master Butang was not in a hurry to save people, he wouldn't be 'uncommonly confused'. Please accept this thank you."

Huang Yao nodded and smiled at Han Jiao, and said in a low voice, "Young talent has a bright future." Then he left with his head held high.

Han Jiao found his father waiting for him outside the palace gate, and was about to ride a donkey home at the entrance of the alley, when his eyes happened to meet Mr. Li Ge, who was talking to the officials on the west side of the palace gate.

Old Li Ge's gaze stayed on Han Jiao's face, and he still had that fairy-tale air of strategizing.

Han Jiao looked grateful, and bowed in Li Ge's direction.

Although he just looked at each other silently, Li Ge seemed to understand the meaning of Han Jiao's bow, nodded to him with a smile on his lips, and seemed to respond silently: "We are happy to cooperate."

In the next half month, the fields in Xin County were all divided, and Han Jiao began to organize the people to cut wood and transport bricks.

With the title of Fumin Governor, officials and servants below the fourth grade can be directly transferred to the Six Ministries to assist them. Therefore, the site selection and housing structure of the villages in Xinxian County are all personally designed by the well-known "Royal Architect" of the Ministry of Industry. , not only saving building materials, but also beautiful and practical.

The common people were busy with logging, burning bricks and doing farm work in the fields, their faces were still red and tireless, and they had to chat around "Han Qingtian" every day before they were willing to go back to the shack to rest.

Han Jiao was happy to share the joy with the people, so he set up a shack in Xin County to live temporarily, and did not return to Beijing for several days.

There are many wild animals in the newly opened mountain villages. At night, clusters of fires are lit outside the shacks.

There are men who watch the night in shifts to avoid sneak attacks by tigers and wolves.

After dark, Han Jiao sat by the fire under the starry sky and told the children in the village the fairy tales he adapted.

The prince in the story was replaced by the prince by Han Jiao, which aroused the curiosity of the children.

"Is the prince who rescued the princess the ninth prince who summoned the river god to protect Dad?" a child asked Han Jiao expectantly.

The refugees have never seen another benefactor so far. The Nine Princes only exist in the stories of the refugees. After coming and going, this prince is almost passed down as a god.

A seven or eight-year-old boy replied excitedly: "The prince who rescued the princess couldn't beat the wild beast. The ninth prince will not be afraid of the wild beast in the mountain. He will summon the mountain god and seal the beast in the mountain!"

Han Jiao was dumbfounded, and asked the children suspiciously, "Can the Ninth Prince summon the mountain god?"

"That's right!" The boys jumped up excitedly, describing the situation to Han Jiao vividly.

The children said that the refugees were trapped on the mountain at that time, and the officers and soldiers from the bottom of the mountain attacked from the northwest. The Ninth Prince summoned the mountain god and blocked the officers and soldiers with big stones. When he came over, the Ninth Prince summoned the River God, blocked the officers and soldiers with flood water, and saved everyone.

Han Jiao couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it, no wonder some ancient folk legends were both absurd and logical. It turns out that the way of folk adaptation has a certain relationship with the event itself, at least the sequence makes sense.

The Ninth Prince in the children's whimsical imagination must be a strong man who made them feel extremely at ease. Even the artillery fire to drive back the refugees did not appear in the story, and the way of blocking the way of the refugees became so gentle.

When going back to rest in the tent, for no reason, Han Jiao's mind was filled with the nervous and bewildered look of the big boss that day.

The Great Chu God of War, who will sweep across the Northwest in the future and scare the invaders, will be at a loss because of Han Jiao's red eyes.

"Your eyes are red."

This reminder, which implied a warning, echoed repeatedly in his mind, and Han Jiao laughed belatedly.

Even the way the big boss comforts people is only intimidating, he really doesn't understand what tenderness is.

But the group of people protected by him imagined him as such a gentle person, which is really a "beautiful misunderstanding".

Smiling, Han Jiao remembered that he hadn't reported to the Imperial Academy for seven or eight days.

As the new tutor of the big boss, he shouldn't be absent for so long.

It's time to go back to Beijing tomorrow.

After handing over the work of Fumin on the second day, it was already noon. Han Jiao rode on a donkey. As soon as he left the village entrance, he saw a group of officers and soldiers clearing the way, leading chariots and horses, rushing towards the village entrance.

The princes brought the supplies donated from the capital and came to Xin County in person to condolences to the people.

Han Jiao saw King Yan on the horse at a glance, and heard the eunuch's report that the third prince, eighth prince, and ninth prince had also come, probably all sitting in the carriage.

Knowing that the prince delivered the supplies in person, the people of Xin County were not to mention moved. They put down their farm work and rushed to the entrance of the village. They enthusiastically surrounded the guests from the palace. The cheers and thanks gradually turned into choking and wailing.

King Yan jumped off his horse, stepped forward to help the elderly villagers up, and repeatedly asked the people to get up.

Some children got out of the crowd, surrounded King Yan, and shouted happily: "The Ninth Prince is a thousand years old!"

Hearing the sound, Han Jiao almost rushed over to slap them on the back of the head!

Fortunately, Yan Wang was magnanimous, smiled and lowered his head to tell the children: "This king is the sixth eldest, the Ninth Prince you are looking for is at..."

King Yan turned his head and pointed to the back of his mount, only to find that the ninth younger brother's mount had long since disappeared.

"What about people?"

Not far away, Han Jiao also looked expectantly in the direction pointed by King Yan, but he didn't see the big boss, and murmured with some disappointment: "Where did you go? Stink..."

Before he finished speaking, Han Jiao was suddenly caught by an arm around his neck, and he was dragged away from the crowd defenselessly!

"Hey! Hey, what are you doing! You..." Han Jiao struggled to look at the madman who was attacking him!

That familiar handsome side face instantly made Han Jiao as quiet as a chicken, obediently surrounded by that arm, and walked away from the crowd.

"Do you want to die, Han Xiaobai?"

After standing still under a big tree, Han Jiao was pressed against the trunk by the big boss.

Han Jiao didn't know why the big boss was so angry, he just didn't say the word "stinky brother" just now!

Han Jiao replied obediently: "I just want to go back to Beijing to visit His Highness as soon as possible."

Xie Duo squinted his eyes and asked ferociously, "You still want to return to Beijing quickly?"

Han Jiao felt something was wrong, and asked suspiciously, "Does Your Highness not want me to go back to Beijing?"

Xie Duo whispered murderously: "You asked me to write five policy theories before you returned to Beijing? The previous attendant did not ask me to write so many policy theories in half a year! You'd better go back to Beijing now, Han Xiaobai, I don’t even know how to write a policy theory, if you have the guts, you can come and make this king’s handwriting with your own hands!”

Han Jiao gradually regained his senses in the shock, and suddenly he was more wronged than Dou E, and then shouted: "What five policy theory! Who said that I asked you to write five policy theory! Who said that!"

"The emperor said."

"Ah?" Han Jiao's heart ached, and he didn't dare to deny it instantly: "Your Majesty... Did His Majesty say that?"

Seeing the aggrieved look on the little prodigy's face, Xie Duo asked doubtfully, "Father lied to me?"

"No!" How can I blame the emperor Lao Tzu?Han Jiao immediately straightened his waist, and blamed himself bitterly: "I have been away from the capital for a long time, and I am worried that your highness will not study well, so I suggest that you practice your pen more! Your highness does not have to worry, there is no time limit for these five essays. When will you finish writing, when will I return to Beijing?" .”

"Then sir, get ready to settle down in Xin County!" Xie Duo let go of his hand, stared at the little prodigy, and straightened his crooked front.

Han Jiao was about to respond, when he suddenly heard excited shouts from the children beside him: "Master Qingtian! Master Qingtian! Your Royal Highness sent us a lot of chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep!"

"There's still a ball! Look, look! This is cuju played by the princes in the palace. It won't deflate!"

Han Jiao turned his head and saw a child holding the ball he designed a while ago.

"This ball is a gift from me." The boss's proud voice came from beside him.

Han Jiao: "..."

The other princes donated chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep to the refugees, and the nine princes donated balls to the refugees. They were indeed the most indispensable necessities in the hearts of the princes.

The children surrounded the two of them in the center, invited Han Jiao to play Cuju together, and looked timidly at the boy beside Han Jiao.

"Why are you looking at me?" Xie Duo stared fiercely at the children around him.

A child stared blankly at the Ninth Prince and sighed sincerely: "You are prettier than Sister Aliu from our village!"

The offended Ninth Prince immediately took a step forward, and Han Jiao hurriedly dissuaded him: "Your Highness, he is praising you for being handsome!"

Hearing Han Jiao call the boy "Your Highness", the children became excited and raised their heads and asked, "Are you also His Royal Highness Chitose? Do you know where the Ninth Prince is? We are all looking for the Ninth Prince Chitose!"

Xie Duo asked, "Why are you looking for him?"

The children said in unison: "He is our great benefactor!"

Xie Duo's eyes lit up, and he smiled with a small canine: "I am the Ninth Prince Qiantui."

children:"……"

"What's wrong?" The Ninth Prince was very dissatisfied with the children's enthusiasm for the savior.

The children couldn't believe that the boy in front of them was the Ninth Prince.

The hero in their hearts should be as loving and calm as the Tathagata Buddha.

"Can you play Cuju?" A child tentatively asked, "Master Qingtian said that the Ninth Prince is very good at playing Cuju, and the Ninth Prince is the one who can play Cuju!"

Xie Duo snorted and hooked his hand at the child holding the ball: "Come here."

The child obediently walked forward, Xie Duo raised his leg suddenly, the child felt his chest was empty, and when he lowered his head, he found that the ball was gone!

At this moment, the ball has been hooked on the instep by Dachu's number one Cuju master.

Xie Duo glanced sideways at the children around him, and provocatively said, "You guys go up together."

So, Han Jiao watched the God of War who will dominate the future, and mercilessly tortured a group of seven or eight-year-old children to the ground...

Xie Duo kicked his toes, caught the ball with his left hand, raised his head and looked all around, "Now, do you know who the Ninth Prince is?"

"..." The exhausted and dying children took off their fans in place!

The author has something to say: Children: Fairy tales are all deceitful!It's impossible, it's my prince!