[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

Cuiyuan came back to her senses, thinking of the news she received not long ago, she quickly said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the former empress is said to have rescued a little girl from the Clothes Bureau, and that little girl's name is Liu Qing."

"Liu Qing?"

Huai An closed his eyes, and asked thoughtfully, "Is your surname Liu?"

"correct."

That's right.

Huaian opened his eyes.

He said how could the male protagonist not appear on the stage, so it turned out that at this moment, he directly entered the palace disguised as a woman, and even lurked directly beside the former queen.

You know, the male protagonist's pseudonym in the past life was Liu Qing.

Thinking of this, the young man sat up from the bed, panted a few times, let out a muffled laugh, and said, "Cuiyuan, remember to take care of that Liu Qing."

Cuiyuan didn't quite understand: "Your Majesty, why?"

"You will understand in the future." Huai'an said.

He didn't tell Cuiyuan why, because she didn't need to know.

She only needs to be a high-ranking concubine, do her due duties as a shield, collect news and materials from the palace, and finally pass them on to her side.

Huaian leaned against the edge of the bed, thought for a while, and asked Cuiyuan, "Cuiyuan, do you want to go spring hunting?"

Cuiyuan was slightly taken aback: "Your Majesty?"

Spring hunting has always been a grand feast for men to compete with. Although there are occasional female family members who come and go, Cuiyuan knows that it is not qualified to enter the spring hunting grounds as her own.

She shook her head and said: "Forget it, I would rather assist His Majesty in the palace to monitor the former empress and Concubine Qiao."

"Pity."

Huai'an smiled, and said in a low voice: "Help me up, I'm going to the Imperial Garden for a stroll."

He had a feeling that he would definitely see Nie Wuji today.

But Cuiyuan was full of reluctance: "But Your Majesty, your body—"

"If you don't want to, I can ask someone to take your place." The young man seemed to be unintentional, but actually warned.

His eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, his lips and petals are as pale as his complexion, his eyes are as dark as the well of an abyss, no shadows can be poured in, and no light can be seen.

It is obvious that he is so ill, but he still wants to abuse his body.

Cuiyuan felt uncomfortable, but had to follow his instructions, helped him comb his long hair, changed his clothes, spread a layer of rosy rouge, and helped the boy out of the palace together.

The air outside the house exudes the fragrance of the soil after the rain, and the flowers are in full bloom. Along the way, the trees are lush, the branches and leaves are stretched, and the flowers are blooming in full bloom, making the surroundings full of spring.

It's a pity that no matter how beautiful the spring is, it can't match the magnificent lips of the young man.

A young man with rouge is far more beautiful than a delicate flower in full bloom.

He walked slowly all the way, and soon came to the imperial garden.

The maidservants in the imperial garden knelt down like rows of long dragons. Behind them, delicate flowers bloomed, like carefully carved beauty. The clusters of flowers almost made the branches unbearable.

The young man walked like a walking king of thousands of flowers, graceful and luxurious and full of beauty.

Thousands of flowers and thousands of leaves are not as red as his lips.

The youth inadvertently glanced at the boy's figure, his eyes darkened.

He stopped and walked towards Huai'an in a different direction unexpectedly.

He waved his hand and smiled: "See Your Majesty."

Huai'an looked at him: "It's the emperor's uncle."

"Your Majesty is in a good mood today." The young man glanced at Cui Yuan beside Huai'an, and asked aloud, "Is this the concubine Cui Gui who is always honored in the palace?"

The smile on the corner of Cuiyuan's mouth froze slightly.

She couldn't figure out what Nie Wuji meant by saying this.

The girl put away her smiling face, and carefully supported Huai'an. In Nie Wuqian's eyes, this action looked like a girl bowing her head shyly, then leaned against the boy and remained silent.

Nie Wuyin clenched his fist.

He suddenly felt that this scene was an eyesore.

The young man squinted his eyes and asked calmly: "It seems that His Majesty is in a good mood today. It is rare for me to see you go out and walk around. I wonder if His Majesty has met some happy event?"

"There is no happy event, it's just a leisurely walk." Huai'an said with a smile on his face, "Since the emperor's uncle is here, how about enjoying the flowers with me?"

Nie Wuyin was quite surprised.

He hadn't seen such a gentle boy for a long time.

The young man was thinking too much, he couldn't figure out the intention of the other party, so he simply agreed, and walked with the young man for a while, halfway there, they suddenly saw a maidservant walking hurriedly with her head bowed, they didn't even think about it at all. Noticing Huai'an and the others, they ran straight into the boy's body.

Huai'an's face turned pale, and he was knocked back half a step. Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, the young man suddenly stretched out a long arm to stop his waist.

Nie Wuji hugged Huai'an, his arms were as rigid as steel, blocking the impact of the boy's fall.

The young man looked down at Huai'an's pale face, and when he looked closely, he saw the rouge on his lips, with a faint incense, which blended with the musk. If you don't smell it carefully, you won't notice it at all.

Nie Wuyin frowned.

A big man actually used rouge.

This makes young people a little weird.

"Bold servant girl! How dare you offend His Majesty, come! Take her down!" Cui Yuan angrily reprimanded, and immediately ordered people to stop the maidservant.

The servant girl's face turned pale, and she quickly knelt down: "I know I was wrong, please forgive me!"

"You still want to beg for forgiveness after colliding with His Majesty's dragon body!?" Cuiyuan said angrily, "Tell me, which palace maid are you from!?"

Huai'an's health has been very poor recently, and he came out with a sick body when he went out for a stroll today. If the regent hadn't hugged His Majesty by the side, Huai'an might have fallen to the ground.

Thinking of this, Cuiyuan became even more angry.

However, the maid just shook her head and refused to tell which palace she was from.

Cuiyuan suddenly felt suspicious.

The girl just wanted to continue questioning, but she didn't want a snow-white Yingyu fingertip to rest on her shoulder.

"okay."

The boy's slightly hoarse voice sounded slightly.

Huai'an's delicate face slowly appeared in front of the panicked maid, who was slightly taken aback, subconsciously attracted by his appearance.

He has red lips and white teeth, dressed in a dragon robe, thick black hair, and deep pupils.

The flowers behind him turned into embellishments, the robe on his body turned into golden light, and his face was even more like milky jade, faintly shining.

Huai'an left Nie Wuxian's embrace, and whispered to him, "Thank you, uncle, for your help."

Nie Wuyin rubbed his index finger and thumb slightly, as if he was nostalgic, and his eyes were a little erratic.

He replied: "No need to thank you."

Huai'an smiled and didn't speak, his smile was pure and pure, the gloom between his brows seemed to be dispelled by the sun, at first glance he really looked like a young man.

Nie Wuyin shook his head, and when he came back to his senses, the boy had already stopped Cuiyuan's waist and whispered in her ear.

The sound is very soft, but enough for martial arts practitioners to hear.

He heard the young man say: "It's just an ordinary court lady, don't get angry in Cuiyuan, if you get angry, I will feel sorry for you."

Cuiyuan shyly covered half of her face, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, don't be joking, my concubine is not worth your heart..."

Nie Wuji pursed his lips. He silently watched the two show their love in front of him, and his fingertips tightened slightly.

"The relationship between Your Majesty and Concubine Cui Gui is really deep as husband and wife. Even the former queen has never been so sympathetic to His Majesty. Presumably Concubine Cui Gui must be a wonderful woman with many talents?"

Nie Wuyin said these words unconsciously.

He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn't help it.

This is not the first time I have had such a strange feeling.

The young man hid the confusion in his eyes, listened to the young emperor smiled softly, and echoed his words: "She is indeed a strange woman, but unfortunately, my beloved concubine is not a talented person like those in the harem, so don't make fun of the emperor. "

"That's right, my lord, you really like to joke."

The boys and girls sang together and had a tacit understanding.

Nie Wuzhen seemed to be unintentional, but in fact he said sourly: "Your Majesty is really a blessing."

When Huaian heard this, the corners of his lips curled up, and he laughed: "Is the emperor jealous?"

The young man was slightly taken aback.

As if something had been punctured, it swept over violently, crashing into his mind, smashing his sanity to pieces.

He said dryly, "Your Majesty really likes to joke."

Huai'an didn't take it seriously, his eyes were deep, and he seemed to say meaningfully: "I'm not joking."

"However... Emperor Uncle, you are not young anymore, you should have someone to take care of you by your side. If Emperor Emperor wants to, I will give you a peerless beauty."

Who can compare to Huai'an for its peerless beauty?

Huai'an thought to himself, and couldn't help squinting his eyes happily.

He is playing tricks on young people.

It's a pity that the young man seemed to be frightened. After a long silence, he managed to regain his voice and said hoarsely: "I can't afford it."

Nie Wuzhen was used to living alone.

As a bachelor in his late thirties and still without a wife, Nie Wuji always felt that women are a burden, so over the years, he has not been keen on female sex.

But now... Nie Wuqian glanced at Huai'an, then stared at the young man with a smile on his face who said he was going to give away a beauty.

There is no other beauty in the world who can match the young man in front of him.

But he is a man.

But... Nie Wuzhen unconsciously smelled the musk on his body, saw his pure white skin and gorgeous lips, saw the smile in his eyes, and saw his slender neck.

He unconsciously thought of the scene when the boy was taking a bath.

Such as a beautiful picture scroll outlined by a thick stroke, with a sense of extravagance.

The young man's throat rolled slightly, and his lower abdomen seemed to be burning with fire, which almost caused his sanity to collapse.

Nie Wuji almost looked away with difficulty, and said to Huai'an, "Your Majesty, I should retire."

Huai'an tried to persuade him to stay: "Uncle Huang, won't you stay for a while longer?"

Nie Wuqian shook his head, firmly insisting that he had something to leave, so Huai'an let him go.

The young man heaved a sigh of relief. After disappearing from the young man's sight, he couldn't help but clenched his fists and slammed into the wall hard.

The tingling of the finger bones seemed to bring a moment of sobriety.

He looked back towards the direction of the Royal Garden, his pupils gradually deepened.

The author has something to say

Nie Wuji: No, I didn't. I'm not a broken sleeve, absolutely.

Huaian: Uncle Emperor~

Nie Wuji: ...Hey, that's all, if you break your sleeves, just break your sleeves.

Huaian: My good uncle, why are you so slow~

Nie Wuji: It will be here soon, Your Majesty, be good.

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