[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

Something is wrong with him.

The young man closed his eyes and let out a low muffled laugh.

Even if he closes his eyes, he can still see the young man's graceful neck, the delicate and pure white collarbone, and the delicate pink lips.

The young man struggled to erase the imagination in his mind——

Maybe he just needs a woman.

Young people think so.

That night, Nie Wuji put on plain clothes and stepped into the brothel. In this place exuding luxury and luxury, he was like a lion that strayed in by mistake. He walked step by step, with an indifferent expression on his face. All the middle scenes are in the eyes.

His face is so recognizable in Kyoto.

But after a while, young men in twos and threes came to strike up a conversation, but the one who stayed by his side in the end was Xiao Liuyun, the grandson of Xiao Taifu, one of the only two Taifus in the court.

Xiao Liuyun can be said to be a veteran of flowers in this capital. When he saw Nie Wuyin enter the brothel at first glance, he was almost frightened, thinking that he was here to arrest him.

But he thought about it again, although Mrs. Xiao was on Nie Wuji's side, as a regent who was always in charge, it was impossible for him to come in and arrest someone just for a mere little person! ?

Unless...he's here for fun.

Thinking of this, Xiao Liuyun couldn't help rubbing his hands immediately, resisting the pressure under the other party's condensed aura, and said to him cheerfully: "My lord, look at these Yingyingyanyans everywhere, do you have a look at the one you like?" ?”

Nie Wuzhen didn't speak. Holding his wine glass, he sat on the second floor looking down at the dancers performing downstairs, with deep eyes.

The scent of rouge and powder was so strong that it rushed to the face, the girls were smiling, smiling hopefully, Wu Nong spoke softly, bowing her head with her own charm.

Their faces are delicate and beautiful, and they surround the men with different styles, disturbing the hearts of the men, but they are very nostalgic, one by one, obsessed and cherished.

But Nie Wuxian didn't feel that way.

He just felt sick.

"Dirty." The young man frowned.

By the way, it is very dirty.

He thinks those women are dirty.

As long as he thinks that they have served others, Nie Wuzhen feels disgusted.

The regent frowned, feeling particularly disgusted with the woman who came by Xiao Liuyun's side.

Xiao Liuyun probably guessed what he was thinking, he chuckled, and said: "My lord, don't worry, this brothel lacks everything except virgins."

As he said that, he called the madam, and asked her to call all the virgins in the building, and stood there row by row for Nie Wuji to choose.

The graceful figures of the girls are like flower bones blooming, with gauze and light clothes, beautiful faces, looking at Nie Wuji shyly and expectantly.

They have all been trained, knowing that the young man in front of them is high and powerful, so they deliberately show the most beautiful side of their bodies, hoping to win the pity of men,

But the young man looked around, the mountains and rivers on his brows gradually deepened, and the disgust in his eyes overflowed almost uncontrollably.

He looked at the old bustard with a livid face: "Is this the most beautiful woman here?"

The old bustard said awkwardly: "Yes, all the most beautiful women here are here, guest officer, you..."

Before she finished speaking, the young man stood up, and when he was about to walk away, he suddenly thought of something and stopped in his footsteps.

Nie Wuzhen turned his head, glanced at one of them, and said, "It's her."

The woman who was pointed was slightly taken aback, and then with a joyful face, she followed Nie Wuji into the box against the envious eyes of her sisters.

Once entering the room, the melodious and graceful sound of silk and bamboo outside the room became much quieter, and the red candle inside the room was also lit by the woman.

The woman put the candle aside and called delicately: "Guest officer."

The young man frowned.

With sharp eyes, he watched the woman's red cheeks take off her clothes. Her skin was smooth and her curves were graceful. Against the backdrop of red candles, she looked even more charming.

The woman walked slowly to his side, stretched out her hand to untie his belt, exhaled like silk, and scratched his ear base numbly.

"Let the servant serve the guest officer well~"

The woman pushed aside his collar, and just as she was about to reach out to touch her, the young man suddenly pushed her body away.

The woman was taken aback for a moment, then she was pushed aside weakly, and asked aggrievedly, "Guest officer?"

Nie Wuzhen's face turned blue and purple, and he angrily said, "Get lost!"

"go out!"

He was like a raging lion, with blue veins twitching on his forehead, clenched fists, dark eyes with red eyes at the end, he looked extremely terrifying.

"Yes, guest officer..."

The woman didn't want to give up, but seeing that she was about to climb up to him again, the young man suddenly threw the teacup on the table to the ground——

"roll!"

The woman was so shocked, she quickly took her clothes, put them on and went out in a hurry, not daring to stay for long.

At that moment, she seemed to see a man like an ancient God of War, surrounded by black energy and full of murderous intent!

Such a terrible person, she was afraid.

The youth forbears for a long time.

But he never raised his head, even if he was as beautiful as a flower, soft as honey, leaning on his body like a spring, he was as calm as an ice cube.

Nie Wuxian took a deep breath, and finally couldn't help sweeping away the dishes and teacups on the table. He almost collapsed and took a few steps back, stumbled and sat on the bed.

impossible.

impossible.

He closed his eyes.

How could he...

How could he have thought of the youth's body as white as jade, and the touch of his waist that he saw in the imperial garden that day——

Nie Wuxian's expression changed suddenly, and he let out a low growl as he suppressed the flames of anger and desire intertwined with incomparable difficulty.

"roll."

Never see him again!

cannot--

grass!The young man cursed secretly, but in the end he couldn't help being tortured to death by that desire, and couldn't help stretching out his hand.

It was as if some trapped beast had been cut off from its chains, roaring ferociously and devouring all his sanity, beating him to pieces, and he had no choice but to throw himself under that force.

The young man closed his eyes, and after a long, long time, let out a low muffled laugh.

Finally, there is a person in this world who can trap his heart invisibly and defeat him.

He regrets it now.

He should have killed Huai An.

He covered half of his face and laughed almost crazily.

So crazy, so crazy, so cheap.

Nie Wuji had never hated himself so much as now.

After one night, the young man reappeared in the court hall, and seemed to have become much more silent.

He would secretly look at Huai'an's quiet profile inadvertently, and he would look at it openly when the courtiers were arguing. More often, he would choose to stand quietly by the side, not talking, not making a sound, not saying a word.

Xu Shi noticed the strangeness of the young man, and the young emperor glanced at the regent, and asked him with burning eyes: "Uncle emperor, do you have any good ways to deal with the drought in Western Shu?"

His skin is like fat, his lips are bright red, his eyes are bright, and his eyes seem to be covered with thousands of stars, bright and dazzling.

The young man lowered his head forbearance, and said, "I don't have any."

"Is that so." Huai'an looked at Nie Wuxian with a thoughtful look, lowering his head, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

Mozun knew exactly what Nie Wuji was thinking.

But he pretended not to know, and treated the young man as usual, but after the morning court was over, he left Nie Wuyin alone and said, "Uncle, would you like to have dinner with me?"

Nie Wuzhen took a step back: "Chen..."

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse, Uncle Emperor." The young man seemed unintentional: "You and I haven't had dinner at the same table for a long time, so let's just catch up on the past! After tomorrow's spring hunt, we won't have such an opportunity."

Nie Wuyin agreed without changing his face.

He didn't care whether Huai'an noticed anything or not, and he didn't care what the meaning behind Huai'an's words was.

All he knew was that he would kill this young man who had influenced him deeply in the spring hunt tomorrow.

As long as he is dead, there will be no one in this world who can influence him anymore.

The young man thought about it, but unconsciously clenched his fingertips.

After the spring hunting, the youth who is so alive and beautiful will turn into a dead body.

His voice, appearance and appearance will all turn into smoke and dissipate.

His flesh will rot in the dirt and become dry bones.

Everything about him will become a memory in his mind——

Nie Wuzhen paused slightly, he raised his eyes to look at the young man, slightly dazed.

He watched the boy eat gracefully, and put a piece of meat into the bowl for him with a smile on his face. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't eat it no matter what.

But why... the thought of him gone makes my heart feel so uncomfortable?

Nie Wuqian didn't want to continue entanglement with Huai'an any longer, he left in a hurry after breakfast, his back was a little hasty, as if something was chasing after him.

The system also looked funny, hehe said: "Sir, has he fallen in love with you already?"

Although Nie Wuji's favorability towards Huai'an is only 30.00% now, from the system's point of view, as long as Huai'an gets involved, even the most upright holy monk will fall, let alone him?

However, to its surprise, Huai'an said: "It's still a little bit worse."

A little bit?

which point?

The system was at a loss, and then Huai'an said: "Is he trying his best to plot against me?"

system:"……"

No, why is Xiao Gong still trying to plot against his own Xiao Shou?

You know, Huai'an will be his wife in the future!

The system shocked the bird. It thought for a while, but couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking. It simply laughed a few times, and continued to make a pendant as quiet as a chicken.

The system doesn't understand, but Huai'an is very clear.

Nie Wuji is a calm and domineering man.

If he fell in love with a woman, then he would choose to let that woman live a peaceful and stable life among the people until he won the world and stabilized the court, and maybe he would take his beloved woman back at that time.

Because he doesn't want his political opponents to know his weakness.

He likes to appear invulnerable.

But when he fell in love with a man, he would rather let that man die——

In Nie Wuqian's mind, he was going to be the emperor in the future, and when he became emperor, he would start to spread his branches and leaves. By then, there would be three thousand harems and countless beauties.

So it is impossible for Nie Wuji to be with a man like those folks who have the habit of cutting sleeves.

It is also impossible to cut off one's future descendants because of a man.

The author has something to say

Nie Wuji: This king's descendants are cut off... just blame His Majesty. I wonder if His Majesty can figure out how to compensate this king?

Huai'an: ... Heh, haven't my descendants been cut off?

Nie Wuyin: ...

When he said this, he was speechless.