[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

"How could you blame Uncle Huang?" Huai'an smiled while dressing: "After all, Uncle Huang, you are also looking for me, aren't you?"

Nie Wuyin lowered his eyes and said nothing.

He heard the young man's sound of getting dressed, and the sound was amplified infinitely, reminding him of the appearance when he took a bath in Huai'an last time——

He has a peerless appearance.

He possesses enough beauty to make one voluntarily dedicate himself physically and mentally.

He has a pure white complexion that all women are jealous of.

The young man looked up at the young man, watching him stretch out his slender fingertips to tie the belt, and the snow-white fingers outlined the white belt, hooking into his heart like a tease.

The regent felt inexplicably hot and dry.

He took a deep breath, reached out and tugged at the collar, and looked at the young man with slightly deep eyes, like a bottomless pool.

The young man said: "Is the emperor really just looking for me?"

Nie Wuxian was startled awake by that light voice. He came back to his senses with a slightly ugly expression on his face: "That's natural."

Huai An squinted and smiled, and suddenly leaned in front of the young man: "But Uncle Huang, have you forgotten what happened in the past two days?"

He looked up at the young man, and stretched out his hand to push aside the collar he had just put on, revealing the long, white neck and the delicate and delicate collarbone.

The young man pointed at the gap between the collarbone and Adam's apple, his eyes were burning: "On my neck, there are still marks left by you."

The blue-black pinch mark, like a large piece of dirt splashed on the white dyed cloth, has a bit of dejected beauty.

Nie Wuzhen took a step back, pursed his lips and said, "Your Majesty, that was a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding? Did the misunderstanding make you want to kill me?" Huai'an looked at him aggressively, with a gloomy and angry look on his brows.

"Uncle Huang, do you really think I don't know what you're thinking?"

The fire in the young man's heart was ignited, and Huai An's eyes and attitude made him feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Like ants crawling in the heart, numb, with a little itching and pain.

The young man's eyes were dark, his eyes were like swords, and the hostility between his brows emerged.

"His Majesty."

Nie Wuzhen took a step forward, stretched out his hand to pinch the boy's chin, bent down and forced him to look at him.

"Do you know who this king is?"

A strong regent would never deliberately explain something for a long time, but he made an exception for Huai'an.

But Nie Wuxian didn't want to explain anymore, he couldn't bear the inexplicable feeling in his heart.

He said viciously: "This king is your elder. Your Majesty, as a junior, you should listen to what your elders say, instead of questioning your elders here!"

Huaian looked at the young man's face for a long time, until the young man let go of him, until the young man turned to leave.

He suddenly said: "But my elder wants to kill me."

Nie Wuzhen paused slightly, subconsciously clutching his chest—the feeling of heartache flooded in like a tide, drowning him in an instant and dispelling his rationality.

The young man looked back at the boy.

Huai An stood there, smiling and crying: "Uncle Huang, my elder wants to kill me, what do you think I should do?"

This is the emotion of a teenager.

The young man of this age still worships his uncle in his heart, he thinks that Nie Wuzhen is the most upright and good man in the world.

At this time, the former Huai'an still remembered how firm Nie Wuzhen's arms were when he hugged him, he still remembered Nie Wuzhen's vigorous posture when he took down the kite from the tree for him, and he still remembered that Nie Wuzhen once brought him candied haws when.

But those childhood emotions were gradually exhausted with the arrival of the youthful rebellious period.

Although the young man was not blood relatives, he was also an existence that took care of the young man when he was young, but... after the young man ascended the throne, he changed.

The young man couldn't bear such a repressive life, nor could he bear the young emperor's eccentricities from time to time, so he decided to seize the throne.

And the young emperor couldn't stand the regent taking charge of the court, and contacted the concubine in the harem, intending to control himself into a puppet emperor.

The two people just parted ways, and the lines that once intersected became parallel lines that had nothing to do with each other.

But really speaking, Huai'an didn't believe that this domineering man really had a heart of stone.

His tears will turn into a handful of hot magma, melting a man's heart.

The young man watched him weep silently, and the tears fell on the ground, on the robes that the young man had changed, and on the tip of his heart, as painful as being torn.

"Don't cry." Nie Wuxian said stiffly, "He didn't intend to kill you."

In fact, he never intended to kill Huai'an from the very beginning.

Looking at the boy's tears, he suddenly realized that the reason why Huai'an targeted him in this way was because he heard rumors from nowhere that he was going to kill him.

Thinking of this, Nie Wuzhen sighed, and comforted him stiffly: "Don't worry, he won't kill you."

Like a promise, heavy and firm.

Huai'an gradually put away his tears, his eyes were like the clear sky washed by the rain, bright and pure.

"Is what the emperor said really true?"

Nie Wuyin nodded: "Yes."

He really wanted to get the throne, but he also knew that the young man in front of him was his brother's only son.

When the first emperor was alive, he gave birth to a prince and three princesses, and Huai'an was the only son.

When the first emperor was still the crown prince, brotherly brotherhood, family affection mixed with interests were calculated together. After that, nine of his eleven brothers died, two of the three princesses died, and the remaining one died early. He was sent to the frontier to make peace, and was cut off from the court.

Later, among the remaining two princes, one committed suicide after failing to force the palace, and the other was poisoned, holding his own child, who was the superior of Huai'an.

In fact, to be honest, Nie Wuji was only a soy sauce party in that palace coup.

He is not of royal blood, but sworn brothers with the late emperor.

Maybe there was brotherhood, but with the change of power, his ambitions gradually expanded.

He began to think about things that did not belong to him.

After so many years of deployment, he always thought that he only had power and ambition in his heart, and he had no other personal feelings.

He even thought about it, no matter whether Huai'an targeted him in the future, as long as his life was not threatened, he could spare his life and let him be an idle prince.

It's a pity that there was no later, because they all died at the hands of a woman later.

Huai'an smiled: "Uncle Huang must remember today's words in the future."

His smile is magnificent and beautiful.

The young man avoided his sight, saluted and returned to the banquet, without even seeing the arc drawn by the young man's mouth behind him.

It was a smile with a thick and dark aura, covering the boy's figure overwhelmingly, even if he put on a pure white dress, it still couldn't cover up the coldness between his brows.

Just the throne.

The youthful longing that he once had had disappeared as early as in this life.

In Huai'an today, all he needs to do is to secure the position of emperor and not allow Nie Wuji to seize it.

Thinking of this, Huai'an put away his smile, rubbed his cheeks, and said in a low voice: "It's really tiring."

It's really tiring. The previous Master Mozun never bothered to play with people's hearts, and he was too lazy to deploy those so-called conspiracies. Even in the first few worlds, he rarely took action.

But this world...

Huai'an couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly when he thought of the arrangement he had left while chatting with Taifu Yun.

It's almost spring hunting.

At that time, it's time to start the strategy.

The young emperor returned to the banquet, dragged his cheeks and looked at the performance on the stage, concealed the sparkle in his eyes, and became calm.

Taifu Yun didn't know when he left the banquet, and when he came back, he was holding the little dumpling from the Yun family just now in his arms.

He smiled cheerfully and explained: "Just now the maid at home accidentally disturbed my little grandson. After much deliberation, the old man decided that it would be better to bring him here. Friends, please feel free to do so. Don't worry about disturbing my little grandson."

There was good-natured laughter, not paying any attention to his explanation.

After the banquet, the crowd dispersed and Huai An got up to say goodbye. Before leaving, he heard the voice of a young man calling him, he paused, and turned his head to look at Nie Wuji.

Nie Wuji walked towards the young man slowly: "Your Majesty, how about I go back with you?"

Huaian thought for a while and agreed.

Nie Wuxian, who thought it would take a long time to get his wish, was stunned for a moment.

It's a pity that in the following time, Huai'an didn't speak, and didn't even throw him a look.

Fortunately, Nie Wuqian didn't care, he washed and rested after returning home.

Time flies, and with the arrival of spring, the sparse trees began to put on a thick green coat.

Life in the capital is comfortable and the common people live and work in peace and contentment. There are no riots caused by the nobles in the previous life, and there is no bad influence caused by the Yun family's targeting of the regent.

Inside the vermilion palace walls, flowers are in full bloom, and the fragrance of the flowers is eye-catching. The maid who tends the flower garden is watering the flower garden, humming and singing hometown tunes.The hometown ditty floated to a very fast place, quickly dissolved in the air, and turned into a singing bird outside the house, chirping, telling the young man the warmth outside the house.

The boy closed his eyes and lay lazily on the bed. Cui Yuan, who was waiting beside him, asked him worriedly: "Your Majesty, can your body really take it?"

His complexion was pale, as if covered with a thick layer of white flour, and his body was weak, which made his brows look a bit sickly and beautiful.

He lazily said, "You don't need to worry about that."

Although the poison Qiao Yuanyuan had given him hadn't been removed, once the spring hunting was over, it was time for Qiao Yuanyuan to take action. At that time, he would remove the poison from his body.

Huai'an was not in a hurry at all, but Cuiyuan was rather worried: "But Your Majesty..."

She looked at Huai'an worriedly.

Huaian opened his eyes and looked at her: "Cuiyuan, you are so worried about me, could it be that you have fallen in love with me?"

Cuiyuan was taken aback for a moment, then as if her mind had been exposed, her neck and ears turned red, which made her delicate face even more lovely.

"Your Majesty, you, you stop joking."

Although she did like Huai'an very much, after that, she never dared to have the slightest thought for Huai'an.

Because she knows her identity very well.

Just a shield.

Huai An admired her self-knowledge, and smiled in a low voice: "That's good."

Master Mozun doesn't like to get involved with women.

After all, if he gave birth to a child, he would have a terrible headache from that day on.

Cuiyuan fell silent, she obediently sat by the bed and waited.

The incense in the palace curled up, and a faint musk permeated the entire bedroom.

That quiet young man was like a sleeping beauty, soft and weak, vulnerable to a single blow.

He suddenly asked, "How is the former queen?"

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Alright, I’ve lost my kidney after coding, so I’m going to make up for it, _(:з」∠)_

Starting next week, the deep sea will almost be more troublesome, and by then, the kidneys will be even worse.

(*￣︶￣) Don't pity me, after all, I want rain and dew to be even.