[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

In political disputes, there is no right or wrong, only victory and defeat.

Nie Wuji had failed once before, so he didn't want to fail again, so it was impossible to create another weakness around him, and it was impossible for this weakness to be discovered by political opponents.

It's a pity that he has failed from the beginning.

Because what he was facing was the invincible demon king above the love field.

There is nothing wrong with Nie Wuji's pursuit of the throne. What Huai'an pursues is not the throne, but his future loyalty and love.

The boy smiled, looked at the young man's fleeing back with interest, and then went back to the study.

Huai'an planned to personally arrange the spring hunting activities one by one, so he spent the next day in the study, until the next day, with a wave of his hand, he called Yun Luoshu, the eldest uncle of the Yun family, and The second uncle, Yun Luochen, went together.

Also going together, there are a large number of imperial guards, courtiers and their families.

The mighty crowd traveled all the way to Hunting Mountain not far from the capital.

The hunting mountain is flat, with a moat behind it, lush jungle, sparsely populated land, and many wild beasts living in the jungle. It is the best hunting place for the royal family every year.

Because the hunting ground is maintained by a dedicated person, it took three days to arrive at the hunting ground, and Huaian lived directly in the largest tent on the mountainside of the hunting mountain——

It was the emperor's exclusive tent.

Among the thousands of people brought here, courtiers and their families accounted for 30.00%, and the remaining 70.00% were troops controlled by the Yun family. As long as nothing happened, these troops were enough to protect Huai'an's safety.

But there are always a few accidents.

And Nie Wuqian made up his mind to use this accident to obliterate Nie Huai'an's existence.

But when the accident happened, he suddenly regretted it.

The noise and panic of the crowd were like buzzing flies, constantly circling around his ears, but they couldn't be dispelled, like a big net enveloping him.

"Hurry up and save Your Majesty!!"

The noise of the hooves of the horses and the noise of the teenagers turned into reminders one by one, disturbing his mind.

The young man clenched the rein of the horse tightly, his fingertips tightened, and his veins twitched faintly.

He saw the young man sitting on the galloping horseback, looking back at himself with a calm expression.

There seemed to be understanding in those eyes, there seemed to be bitterness, and there was a look that he couldn't see through.

He even smiled at himself and opened his mouth to say something with his lips.

The youth understood.

He was asking himself: "Uncle Huang, will you save me?"

It seemed like he knew what he did from beginning to end.

But the young man never stopped him, and even stepped into the trap voluntarily, only looking at him expectantly, hoping to get a little bit of redemption from him.

Nie Wuzhen's heart ached, it was an unprecedented sense of fear.

Fear overwhelmed him, something overflowed, and his atrium was bloodied, revealing a scarred heart.

Inexplicably, he began to realize that he seemed to lose him again.

But why again?

Nie Wuyin closed his eyes, his lips trembled slightly, and he unconsciously grasped the reins tightly, his body driving the horse to catch up before his rationality.

The speed of the horse when it was crazy was too fast, even if Nie Wuxian tried his best, he still couldn't keep pace with the horse in Huai'an.

The young man lay on the horse's back with his eyes closed, his face turned pale from being bumped by the horse, as if dead still, causing the young man's throat to roll unconsciously for a moment.

The sound of the wind and the sound of horseshoes in his ears were the accompaniment of his hoarse voice. The youth's eyes were a little hot, and the restlessness in his heart could hardly bear it, and he jumped out, almost bursting out of his chest.

He was nervous and scared.

But he gave up.

Nie Wuyin said, "Your Majesty, do you trust me?"

He looked at Huai'an seriously, watched Huai'an open his eyes to look at himself, and saw him showing a faint trust in himself.

The boy's voice was a little broken because of the harsh wind, but it unexpectedly made him feel the peace of his soul.

He replied to himself: "Believe it."

Even if he was hurt, he still held out his hands to him with the mentality of believing in the youth.

"Uncle Huang wants to follow me." The young man said, as if recalling something, he smiled softly: "It's the same as before."

Nie Wuji thought of the young Huaian who climbed up a tall tree alone and dared not come down. He still remembered the child's frightened face, looking at him with hope.

What did he say then?

He asked Huai'an at the time: "Do you believe me?"

Huai'an's voice was still trembling, and he said without tears: "I, I believe."

In an instant, the overlapping scenes made the youth's eye sockets slightly moist.

He regretted it.

The cliff in front of him was faintly visible, seeing the boy getting closer and closer to the cliff, Nie Wuqian no longer dared to sit still, and at the moment the horse jumped off, he jumped up from the horse's back and hugged the boy waist.

But it was too late.

Their bodies are falling. Falling.

The speed was too fast, so fast that the young man had only time to use all the arrows behind his back to plunge into the cliff, the tiger's mouth burst open, and the burning pain burned in his palm.

The speed at which they fell slowed down, but those arrows were too fragile to bear the weight of the two of them at all, they broke with a click, and their bodies fell again.

The young man's face was pale. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the slanting tree trunks growing on the cliff, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, "Hold me tight."

Huaian hugged the young man obediently.

The young man was free, and stretched out his hands with great difficulty to grab the vines that spread down from the tree trunk.

The thick smell of blood seemed to permeate the nostrils, but Nie Wuqian couldn't care less, even if his hands were bruised, he had to live with the boy.

Just like before, live to win.

He climbed little by little, like a gecko, and struggled to get under the tree trunk.

He first sent Huai'an up, and when he stretched out his hand to climb up, his other hand slipped down, and his whole body fell down like losing all strength.

The young man looked at the boy on the tree trunk with a blushing face and grabbed his arm in confusion.

He thought he was going to die.

But now he is being held back by the boy again.

Huai'an hurriedly said to Nie Wuyin: "Uncle Huang, hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer."

Nie Wuji clenched the young man's hand, watched him use his breastfeeding strength, and suddenly smiled: "If you let go, I will die. At that time, no one will force you to do things you don't like anymore. ,Is not it good?"

Huai'an shook his head, with tears in his eyes: "No, not at all!"

His eyes looked like the clear sky that had been cleaned.

"Uncle, you are my only relative in this world, so you can't die. If you die, I will be sad."

"...I thought..." No one in this world would feel sad for him.

He thought that Huai'an wished him to die.

Nie Wuji seemed to be sighing, he didn't say any more, but smiled lightly: "Okay."

"I'm holding on."

He lost.

Lost in people's hearts, lost in a word "love", lost in Huai'an.

But he is still unwilling to give up the throne, let alone the possibility of owning Huai'an.

Only by obtaining that supreme position can he do whatever he wants, and he can own Huai'an.

The only thing that has changed is that Huai'an's inevitable ending has become alive.

He managed to climb up in the end, leaned against the cliff with difficulty, coughed twice, his hands limp and limp beside him.

The young man looked at Huai'an with burning eyes, and smiled unconsciously.

"Your Majesty, don't you regret it?"

"Regret what?"

Huai'an was also sitting on the giant tree, leaning against the cliff, and looked sideways when he heard the words, his eyes were rarely clean and clear, not at all like someone who was born in the palace.

Nie Wuqian unconsciously revealed his obsession, and asked him almost persistently, "I regret saving me."

He likes Huai'an, he loves Huai'an, so he wants to have him.

So, with such a persistent and perverted self, would Huaian really not regret it?

He looked at Huai'an, and heard Huai'an's half-understanding answer: "No."

"The emperor's uncle also saved me before, what happened today, it should all be in exchange for the life-saving grace of the emperor's uncle back then."

As the young man spoke, he seemed to think of something, smiled slightly, and looked at him: "Uncle Huang, I thought you wouldn't save me."

"Why do you think so?" the young man asked him.

Huai'an hooked the corners of his lips and smiled: "Because... I know all about it."

He didn't say what he knew, but Nie Wuzhen understood.

Huaian knew from the very beginning that Nie Wuji was the one who planned this matter, and he always knew that he wanted to kill him.

But he just indulged himself, pretended not to know his plan, and stepped into the trap voluntarily.

He just watched Huai An close his eyes quietly, heaved a sigh of relief, and then said in a low voice: "Now it's up to Uncle and the others to find us."

Nie Wuqian also closed his eyes, feeling like a scorching sun, gradually feeling warm.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man suddenly felt his hand being held by a cold hand.

He opened his eyes and looked sideways at the young man bandaging his wound seriously.

While helping him bandage, Huai'an said with a heavy heart: "Let's expose this matter here today. In the future, you, the emperor—hey, forget it, your hand...does it hurt?"

"...It doesn't hurt."

The young man was talking nonsense with his eyes open. He looked deeply at the young man and could hardly restrain himself from wanting to touch his face.

He knew the meaning of Huai An's words.

He finally chose to forgive himself.

Nie Wuzhen smiled silently, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he looked at Huai'an tenderly.

He never thought that one day, he would fall in love with a man of the same sex.

I never thought that one day, I would willingly give up the carefully planned plan for him.

He never thought that Huai'an could be so indulgent to him.

Nie Wuzhen has never been a person who is good at words, but at this moment, he really wants to let Huai'an know that he is full of enthusiasm for him, his thoughts and love for him.

But he held back.

Nie Wuyin closed his eyes and let Huai An bandage his wound.

The young man's wound was too serious, at first glance it looked bloody and oozing, Huai'an held his hand and blew while bandaging, the breath was warm and moist.

He said, "Uncle Emperor, don't you really feel pain?"

Nie Wuxian shook his head.

Huai'an stopped talking, he quietly bandaged the young man's wound, then moved away from the man, and looked at the young man calmly.

The young man pretended not to know Huai'an's guarded eyes, pursed his lips and remained silent.

He didn't speak, and Huai'an had nothing to say, the two of them spent half a day in such a quiet way, until night fell, the cold air of the vernal equinox swept in, and the rustling leaves gently brushed against Huai'an's cuffs.

Huai An opened his eyes, and glanced coldly and indifferently at the man curled up.

The author has something to say

Huai'an: Heh, duplicity.

Nie Wuyin: You are the one who is duplicity.

Huai'an: No, I haven't.

Nie Wuji: Your Majesty, you don't need to say anything, I understand.

Huaian:? ? ? ?

Author: Hehehe (smiling like an old mother)