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

In fact, Han Jiao doesn't want to be a person like his own father, no matter in this life or in the previous life.

Han Jiao was born in the provincial capital city in his last life. Although he was not famous in the whole city, he was also the most watched "other people's child" in the school among relatives and friends.

He has a clear plan for his life and is full of hope for the future.

Until the news of the family car accident came.

After returning to China, he couldn't cry, and was in a dream-like state for a long time.

I often think of the complaints from my mother on the phone before the accident.

"That factory has already greeted its superiors, and all the documents have been approved. Your father insists on the investigation data. The leader will definitely punish him!"

"Don't live with him! You're too old to cause trouble, Jiaojiao, who are you going to marry when your parents divorce?"

……

Han Jiao had heard these complaints since he was a child and got used to them.

Three months after the car accident, Han Jiao gradually recovered from the bad news and realized that the car accident might have something to do with the factory his father investigated.

Because the truck driver who caused the accident had just worked for more than a month, had a criminal record, and had been in prison for six years. He had only been released from prison for four months when the accident happened. The company that hired him seemed to be indirectly related to the sewage plant, but there was no evidence.

As if grasping at straws, Han Jiao did not call the police immediately, so as not to arouse the factory's vigilance, but investigated the case himself.

Are you eager to avenge your family?It does not seem.

The complete loss made everything meaningless, he just wanted to find something to do so that he could live.

Dad is an upright and good man. When he was young, he stood up for the disadvantaged many times, offended many people, and was transferred from the top all the way.

When I was a child, although I always heard my mother and grandmother complaining about my father, the precocious and passionate Han Jiao always believed that my father was an unsung hero.

until the car accident happened.

My younger brother is only three years old, and my mother has never lived a life where she can buy whatever she wants, so she just disappeared.

Han Jiao also wants to get out of the grief and continue to realize his ideal future.

But who should he continue to be excellent for?

When his family was there, he thought that his sense of honor came from the envy of many relatives, friends or strangers. After his family left, he realized that the motivation for his excellence came from making his home better.

It seems that God is pitiful, and in another way, let the family return to his world, and nothing has changed.

But Han Jiao changed.

He used to be a very bookish young man, more or less similar to his father's personality, but now, he is determined not to become a person like his father, and will not fight people head-on with his blood.

Han Jiao does have the ambition to become a cabinet minister, but he will use more flexible means to plan for the future.

Only by standing in that position first can we have enough strength to protect the family, protect the vulnerable, establish life for the people and create peace for all eternity like my father's ideal.

For this reason, he would rather not be a gentleman in the traditional sense.

Third Aunt wished to feed Han Jiao soup with her own hands, no matter how she looked at the child, she was pleasing to the eye.

Mrs. Han was smiling all over her face, and she didn't mind her son being missed by others, because no one else could take away her son.

At the dinner table, the parents of the two families were short-tempered, and if they talked too much, they tended to compare and show off.

Mrs. Han's eldest son, Han Jiao, has nothing to brag about. In the past two years, she likes to brag about her younger son, Han Mo, wishing everyone would think that she gave birth to another child prodigy son.

The third aunt is also an ordinary person. She has been jealous of her sister's son for a day or two, and now she heard her sister and her younger son memorize a poem.They have to be shown off, so they will inevitably have fighting spirit.

She laughed and Mimi mentioned that the silk merchants in Suzhou wanted to open a new shop in the capital this year, and sent a lot of good goods to the officials.

"That's Suzhou embroidery, a tribute, more expensive than gold and jade, and you can't buy it with silver in the market." The third aunt said: "If you want to say, I'm jealous of the second sister. It's a rare treasure that our common people can't dream of. You sit at home. Someone is rushing to deliver it to you."

"Who has anyone given me any tribute? I have never heard of it." Mrs. Han has long since given up hope for these luxuries.

"No way?" The third aunt said in surprise: "I heard that there are two or three doctors in the Ministry of Industry. Our brother-in-law is a senior member of the Dali Temple. How dare they miss it? Are you afraid of lawsuits in the future?"

Mrs. Han was taken aback for a moment, she didn't hide her gaffe, and immediately looked at her husband.

Master Han frowned, avoiding his wife's questioning gaze.

Mrs. Han was suddenly full of disappointment, and she still smiled indifferently: "Even if the soldiers watching the city gate all have a share, it's not your brother-in-law's turn to touch it. The giant businessman has figured it out long ago, what can he do?"

The third aunt said coquettishly: "Sister, don't hide it with me. Take out the good things and show us something. I am such a good child, Ajiao. Is it enough for you two bolts of good cloth?"

Mrs. Han smiled unnaturally, changed the subject and said, "Eat yours."

"I……"

"Cough...cough..." The third uncle hurriedly coughed to interrupt his wife's nagging. Mrs. Han's reaction was obviously that she really didn't receive the gift. If she continued, where would Master Han put his face?

But it was too late to shut up at this time. As soon as the third aunt and his wife left, Mrs. Han began to complain: even the businessman dared not to take him, the second in command of Dali Temple, seriously.

"When will I be able to raise my head and be a man, Ajiao, mother is pointing at you!" Mrs. Han deliberately told her husband in front of her son.

"With two bolts of cloth missing, we can't even lift our heads?" Master Han knew that he couldn't escape the scolding today, but he refused to give in.

A husband and wife dispute is about to begin.

"Ah Mo raised his head! Ah Mo raised his head!" The five-year-old little Han Mo on the side flattened his fat head, excitedly trying to attract the attention of the whole family, and challenged his brother: "Brother, how can you do this?" Look up?"

Fearing that the little fat man would twist his neck, Han Jiao immediately poured cold water on him indifferently: "No, it's still useful to keep the neck."

"Can you, dad!" Han Mo turned his back to the sky, walked up to his father like a crab, and challenged him.

Mrs. Han let out a "puchi" laugh, and felt that she was the happiest at this time, and her two sons were so lovely.

A family war was unintentionally resolved by Han Mo.

Han Jiao still loves his mother in his heart. He feels that when he is an adult, he has the responsibility to improve the quality of life of his parents.

But now he is just a good man, and the ancient officialdom was very slow to rise through seniority, shouldn't he start accumulating contacts as soon as possible?

The most important thing is the big tree of King Yan.

Although he knew that the safest time to go to King Yan hadn't come yet, but if he waited until then, King Yan had already become popular, would he, such a small person without any qualifications, be able to gain the reuse and trust of King Yan?

Perhaps, the recent slander that King Yan faced was the opportunity for him to emerge.

Of course, sending charcoal in the snow is much better than icing on the cake.

But to do so, the risk is too great, he doesn't have enough foundation to stand in line.

The next day, he arrived at the Imperial Academy on time for his appointment. Han Jiaohuai pondered over the policy theory that he wrote all night, but found a big problem.

How would he give this homework to Xie Duo?

With half an hour left before Maozheng, Han Jiao was restless and unable to consult his colleagues, so he could only quietly ask the eunuch who cleaned the yard.

"The slaves only clean the courtyards of the three main halls." The little eunuch pointed at the distance from Wenyuan Pavilion to the Chuanxin Hall in a high-pitched voice, and told Han Jiao: "The third southern hall is not a place we can enter, my lord. If you want to deliver a message, you have to find Eunuch Liu."

Han Jiao felt that the eunuch's voice sounded like thunder, so he was so frightened that he pressed his hand gestures several times, but he couldn't stop the eunuch from yelling.

He was heard by colleagues in the courtyard, but they didn't know how to talk about him.

Han Jiao lowered his head and walked back to the value room.

Chen Yuanqiao lived up to everyone's expectations and immediately sent a congratulatory message: "Master Han rushed to greet the princes early in the morning? How can you let the eunuch pass the message on your behalf? You might as well stand at the south gate of the three bridges and wait. Your Highness will come out sooner or later." no?"

Han Jiao replied casually: "It's not that I was in a hurry to see His Highness, it was something His Highness entrusted me to do yesterday, so please reply as soon as possible."

"Your Highness asked you to do something? Hahahaha..." Chen Yuanqiao turned his head and repeated to his colleagues around him: "He said His Highness asked him to do something! Hahahahahaha..."

There was laughter all around.

Han Jiaolan's argument, the problem now is how to send the homework to Nansan School. Although he wrote it for him, his handwriting is different from Xie Duo's. He must have the boy copy a copy by himself before going to school. It's too late.

Just thinking about it, a eunuch suddenly walked in quickly outside.

Judging by the clothes, he is a high-grade eunuch, and should be serving the harem master.

The room fell silent in an instant.

"Morning, my lords." The eunuch smiled kindly at everyone, as if a scholar in charge of the Imperial Academy was inspecting his subordinates.

The actual power of these internal officials is much greater than that of the superiors of the Hanlin Academy, and the officials of the six ministries dare not neglect them.

A group of nobles who had just entered the officialdom did not have the communication skills of officials, so they greeted the eunuch docilely one by one, and did not dare to make further greetings.

Everyone was wondering why the eunuch came to the Imperial Academy, and they saw the eunuch patrolling around and asked kindly, "Excuse me, is Master Han Jiaohan here?"

More than 20 eyes looked at Han Jiao.

Han Jiao raised his head in a daze, and stood up slowly: "Eunuch, what do you want me to do?"

The great eunuch smiled all over his face, stepped forward with a breeze, and said kindly: "It's His Royal Highness Ninth Prince who brought his servants to fetch something."

Han Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the letterhead on the table and handed it to the eunuch: "I'm in trouble, Eunuch."

Seeing the eunuch walking out the door after a few words of greeting, Chen Yuanqiao's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

No one spoke for a long time in the value room.

After a while, Han Jiao found that there was no water in the teapot, and just about to stand up, a colleague behind him suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

Turning around, he saw Chen Yuzheng holding a teapot, smiling all over his face, "Dragon Well just brewed."

Han Jiao: "..."

It was the first time that a colleague was so considerate.

Go to the study.

"Take the five things of sight, hearing, and thinking, combine the way of military strategists to win, and make the upper and lower have the same desire..."

The bachelor lecturer on "Shangshu" has been talking about Xie Duo's policy theory for half an hour, but his enthusiasm has not diminished in the slightest, because the many arguments combined in this policy theory are very fresh, and he is deeply inspired.

Every time he said a few sentences, he would use his admiring eyes to catch the eyes of his classmate Xie Duo under the podium.

Xie Duo sat on pins and needles, but always smiled calmly in order to prevent Mr. Bachelor from noticing his lack of confidence.

Xie Jing in the front row was so wronged that his head almost dropped under the desk.

This is the first time, Mr. did not use his policy theory as a model.

Moreover, the policy theory he wrote before has never been so highly appreciated.

why?

Why is Lao Jiu suddenly able to write such a majestic policy theory?

The strategies and theories that this kid wrote in the past were all clichés, how could he suddenly be able to quote scriptures, prove the pros and cons, advance layer by layer, combine the teachings of heaven with the art of war, and speak freely about the law of controlling the people!

Finally, when the class was released, Xie Jing grabbed Jiudi as soon as the bachelor left, and shouted, "You wrote this theory?"

Xie Duo was busy copying Mr. Prodigy's homework early this morning, so he didn't have breakfast, and now he is so hungry that he can't move, so how can he have time to talk to the old man?Get up, turn around and leave, going back to Nansan San Institute to find something to eat.

Xie Jing was so anxious that he grabbed Xie Duo's arm all the way and insisted on asking, "Is there someone who can give you advice? Don't try to hide it from your starling!"

Xie An, who was chasing after him, was full of admiration: "Brother Ninth writes really well, Brother Ninth taught me!"

The three brothers chased each other and headed to Nansan Institute.

Passing by the verandah on the east side of the imperial dining room, a court lady holding a tray came to meet her, she bowed her head and retreated to the side after a long distance to make way for the three princes.

Several teenagers walked past her with long legs, like a gust of wind.

The tray in her hand suddenly lightened, and the maid raised her head subconsciously, only to realize that the bowl of pear soup on the tray in her hand was gone.

Turning his head to look for it, he saw that the Ninth Prince Xie Duo was holding the pear soup firmly in his hand, the lid had been lifted, and he was about to drink it in one gulp.

"Hmm!" Because she was unprepared for being robbed, the maid accidentally snorted, and hurriedly lowered her head again.

However, the sound she hummed softly just now has already been heard by the little prince.

Xie Duo stopped moving.

With a "thump", the soup bowl was put back on the tray she was holding.

The palace maid raised her head tremblingly, and happened to bump into the Ninth Prince's clear dark brown eyes, with a somewhat disappointed expression.

This handsome young man's anger is also pleasing to the eye, and the maid's eyes are blank for a moment.

"Did you feel wronged by drinking some soup?" Xie Duo looked displeased.

Boys of this age are easily overwhelmed by the wronged look of a girl. Xie Duo is a person who doesn't like a lack of control, so obediently returned the soup, and said displeasedly: "Take care of your master first, and then go to the dining room Order two bowls and send them to Nansan Institute."

"Three bowls." Xie Jing asked for another bowl.

"Yes." The palace maid hurriedly retreated, with wind blowing under her feet, and hurriedly sent the dessert to her master's courtyard.

As soon as the first three princes entered the door, the little court lady followed with three bowls of sweet soup, and handed them to Xie Duo respectfully, blushing to the ears.

When the maid retreated, Xie Jing frowned and asked the long-standing doubt in his heart: "Old Nine, why do these maids blush every time they see you?"

Xie Duo poured two bowls of pear soup in a row, put down the soup bowl and said, "Where do you have so many questions?"

Xie An, who was standing by the side, thought that one of Brother Jiu's two bowls of pear soup was for him, but he didn't expect Brother Jiu to drink it all in one go.

The brotherhood was broken, and Xie An ran to the corner outside the courtyard to sulk!

"I just can't figure it out, why?" Xie Jing was really curious, and insisted on asking: "I've seen you several times, even the maids in my courtyard always blushed when they saw you. Why don't you blush when you're here?"

Xie Duo stretched out his hand to pick up a bronze mirror on the short table beside him, held it firmly in front of the starling, and reminded him friendly: "Do you see why?"

Xie Jing stupidly looked at his face in the mirror carefully.

ugly ugly ugly ugly ugly...

Xie Jing recognized the reality, pushed away Brother Xiong's hand, and returned to the subject: "Who taught you to write that policy theory?"

Knowing Lao Ba's temperament, he would never give up without asking what happened, so Xie Duo could only lean into his ear and whispered something.

"What!" Xie Jing stared at his younger brother in surprise: "Really? Why did Mr. write for you?"

Xie Duo raised his eyebrows and did not answer.

He didn't intend to tell others about the little prodigy.

"How could Mr. Han do this for you? Did you deliberately bluff him because he was young?"

"No, he offered it."

"Impossible!" Xie Jing was so jealous: "Then why didn't Mr. Han take the initiative to mention it to me? Why did he only write for you?"

Xie Duo turned his head and said seriously: "I really want to know?"

Xie Jing said solemnly: "You tell me the truth, I won't tell others."

Xie Duo nodded, and said in a low voice with a stern look: "The answer is in my hands."

As he spoke, he looked down at his left hand.

Xie Jing hurriedly looked down, just in time to meet the bronze mirror that Xie Duo was holding steadily in his left hand.

In the mirror, it was his familiar face again.

ugly ugly ugly ugly ugly...

"Screw you!"

How can Mr. Han be the one who looks at the dishes!

The author has something to say:

Han Xiaobai: The eighth prince understands me. I was forced by the big boss, so I am not a womanizer!