[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

Nie Wuzhen had never been so angry before.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and he couldn't help looking back at the young man, looking at his indifferent eyes, his heart ached slightly.

The son is speechless, if it was in the past, he would not believe in evil spirits like Zha Xiaoren.

But now Huai'an has two types of poison in his body, although he saved his life, his body was also damaged, every step he took was a torment.

Especially during that jealousy, Huai'an's body became weaker and weaker, and now Nie Wuyin can't believe that he, who was so human and beastly, did such an unreasonable thing to Huai'an back then.

Since then, he almost wanted to hold the boy in his palm.

Rare treasures were desperately sent to the palace in Huai'an, and celebrities from all over the world were summoned to collect precious medicinal materials and decoct them in person.

After finally stabilizing the boy's body, Nie Wuji was shocked and angry when the ex-queen stabbed the villain. He wished he could run over and strangle the woman immediately.

In the past, he didn't believe in evil methods such as sticking villains.

But now, even if he doesn't believe it, he has to guard against it.

Thinking of this, the regent made a sullen face, comforted the young man in a low voice, and said: "Your Majesty is eating raw, I will return as soon as I go."

"What's the hurry, uncle?"

Huai An unhurriedly took out the veil and wiped the corners of his lips, with a smile on his face: "Since the accident happened at the former empress's place, I should do it myself no matter what."

"After all, she is my ex-wife."

The regent's throat choked, and an inexplicable sourness boiled in his heart, which made him unable to get up and down, and panicked.

Even though he knew that Huai'an had nothing to do with the current former empress, but when he thought that the young man had raised eyebrows with that person, he almost couldn't help his temper and wanted to draw his sword to kill someone.

Moreover, he personally sent the person to Huai'an.

The more he thought about it, the more regretful the regent almost vomited his old blood. He was so annoyed that he could only sit back in silence.

Huai'an stopped his chopsticks when he was [-]% full, and asked Eunuch Chen, who was waiting beside him, to clean up, while he set off to leave for the cold palace.

Of course the regent had to follow, and sat together on the emperor's sedan chair with the cheek.

Under the thin curtain, in the narrow space, the young man's breath seemed to surround his ears, light and soft, like endless silk threads, pleasing the young man's body.

The young man flicked his sleeves calmly to block the reaction below him, while the other hand couldn't help touching the young man's hand, feeling his pulse.

Nie Wuji fought in the battlefield in his early years, and he was often easily injured. Therefore, under the exaggeration of the imperial physicians, he also learned some medical skills.

Feeling that Huai'an's body was not bad, Nie Wuji felt relieved and sighed softly.

It's a pity that the poison on Huaian's body——

Thinking of this, the young man's pupils deepened slightly, and even the reaction on his body faded a lot.

Huai An withdrew his hand, and asked him with interest: "What is the emperor sighing?"

Nie Wuqian pursed his lips and did not speak, but quietly took advantage of no one's attention, and held his palm again. This time, he did not feel his pulse, but lightly rubbed his fingertips, stroking his white and tender fingertips with some nostalgia. .

His palm was rough, and the thick calluses brushed over the young man's fingertips, gently inserted between the fingers, and interlocked with his fingers.

The young man frowned and wanted to withdraw his hand: "Uncle, please respect yourself."

"Your Majesty, what are you worried about?"

Looking at his disgusted expression, the young man couldn't help but think of the boy's delicate and graceful moans between the beds.

But when he thought that such a beautiful young man had slept with the former empress, he couldn't help but feel sore.

The young man didn't want to let go, he stretched out his other hand, gently and forcefully clasped the back of his head, then lowered his head and kissed his lips.

Huai'an's fingertips trembled slightly, and he pushed the young man away angrily: "You're just—you're messing around!"

In this place where there are palace ladies everywhere, he has no taboo and blatantly kisses himself.

The more he thought about it, the more angry the young man couldn't help but slap him, and turned his head coldly not to look at him.

For a while, the two were silent.

Even Mozun couldn't figure out what the young man was thinking at the moment.

The young man touched the slapped half of his cheek, and licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, as if he was nostalgic for the softness and warmth of his lips.

It's a pity that after being treated lightly by him, Huai'an became more cautious, and as a result, he couldn't touch the boy's hand again along the way.

The young man closed his eyes and rested his mind. As he got closer to the cold palace, the coldness in his heart became deeper and stronger.

He's jealous of the ex-queen.

He is jealous of that woman.

He was jealous of all the women who had anything to do with Huai'an.

Nie Wuji clenched his fingertips tightly, and only after entering the cold palace did he open his eyes. He looked at Huai'an with deep eyes, and the momentum in his eyes was like a tiger and a wolf, as if he was about to swallow people into his stomach.

Huai'an helped the eunuch's men get out of the sedan chair, and turned his back to the young man, as if he didn't feel the emotion in the other's eyes at all.

The bright yellow dragon robe made the boy's eyes less gorgeous and more solemn. He followed the little eunuch who led the way to the cold palace of the former empress, and all he could see was a desolate and unaesthetic courtyard.

In the courtyard, Qiao Yuanyuan was there, the former queen was there, and the nuns who served in the cold palace were also there.

The former empress was pressed to kneel outside the house, her face was pale, she was only wearing a snow-white inner garment, her face was pale and bloodless, at first glance, she looked like someone who had been ill for a long time, without any blood color.

Qiao Yuanyuan, on the other hand, put on an emerald green dress, with a simple bun tied with a green ribbon, looking as delicate and lovely as the grass in spring.

Excluding the two people and Huai'an who walked in, there were dozens of people in this courtyard, eight of them were young eunuchs and two nuns.

Huai'an glanced at Qiao Yuanyuan thoughtfully, quite surprised.

Seeing Huai An glance at her, Qiao Yuanyuan's eyes lit up, thinking that he saw her own beauty, she couldn't help but smile immediately, and was about to go up to pay homage.

However, in the next second, a tall figure appeared behind the young man, his eyes were like torches, like a sword coming out of its sheath, Qiao Yuanyuan's face turned pale with horror.

Nie Wuxian's appearance is too recognizable.

That was the man who had tried to use pills and spells but failed to overcome it——

Qiao Yuanyuan's face paled slightly, and she lowered her head with difficulty, feeling a secret hatred in her heart.

She never expected that the regent would come to join in the fun of the emperor's harem!

A different reaction from Qiao Yuanyuan was the ex-queen.

The former queen's real name is Lin Xiujuan, and she was Nie Wuyin's ex-fiancee before entering the palace. Because of her deep love for Nie Wuzhen, when Nie Wuzhen asked her to marry into the palace for his benefit, she agreed without hesitation. .

Her appearance is not particularly beautiful, but she has a soft and bookish air, which makes people look very comfortable.

It's a pity that the former queen was disgusted by the emperor as soon as she married into the palace. Except for sleeping in her room on the wedding night, she didn't even look at her at other times. Even now, she is still a virgin.

She really loves young people.

It was only when she thought of winning the throne for him that she was inferior to this harem, and she realized that she had begun to be swallowed up by the scheming in this harem—the former little white flower had long since become an unfathomable piranha.

Her hands were stained with blood.

Her heart was dyed black.

Except for a promise from Nie Wuzhen, a promise to marry her, she turned herself into a person who was neither human nor ghost.

Even if she was thrown into the cold palace, she still held onto the Phoenix Seal tightly and refused to let go, while quietly laying a net in the dark, while quietly sending a letter to Nie Wuji.

But suddenly one day.

Nie Wuji said: This king has surrendered.

Empress Lin smashed all the porcelain in the house like crazy, and she was so angry that she fell ill.

What about her?

He surrendered, surrendered simply, surrendered beautifully, and after surrendering, he never thought about the throne again.

But what about the promise to her?

She had spent so many years deploying, and after the young man surrendered, all of them disappeared—the belief in her heart was gone, and Nie Wuzhen also forgot the promise to her.

Then in her so many years of youth, she has changed from an ordinary delicate girl to a woman with a heart of snakes and scorpions, is she wrong?

She used to love Nie Wujian so much, now she hates him so much.

She resented his infidelity, resented his injustice, resented his ruthlessness.

So the moment the young man appeared, she wanted to rush to Wuji Nie like crazy, wanting to kill him.

Yu Xi's group exchanged "Nie, Wu, Yin!!!"

Screaming frantically, the woman broke free from the restraints of the eunuchs, burst out with great strength at this moment, pulled off the jade hairpin on top of her head, and threw herself at Nie Wuji.

Thick murderous intent enveloped Nie Wuyin, and the aloof young man cast a cold glance as if he had just seen her.

His eyes were indifferent, as if he was looking at an ant.

The jade hairpin that stabbed at the young man stopped abruptly.

The woman's wrist was held by the young man, and the huge force almost twisted her wrist, leaving a deep bruise.

Empress Lin's eyes were in a trance, and she looked at the young man with a pale face.

She smiled miserably: "Nie Wuzhen, you betrayed me."

"You failed me!!!"

Nie Wuji looked at her complicated expression, and smiled instead of anger: "This king hasn't troubled you yet, and now you are here to die? Isn't it good! Lin Xiujuan, do you have a good face?"

The young man he had managed to catch up with had already silently taken a step to the side, and glanced at him lazily as if he was watching a play.

"Uncle Huang, first you have a good time with the former empress, and I will go in and take a look inside."

Nie Wuzhen paused slightly, then looked up at Huai'an.

The corner of the young man's mouth was smiling, his eyes seemed to be full of stars, the smile didn't reach his eyes, it was a hypocritical smirk.

The young man's fingertips trembled slightly, and he could hardly catch the woman who was struggling with madness.

"Your Majesty, I have nothing to do with her."

He was a little anxious to explain.

When Empress Lin heard this, her complexion became more and more distorted, so that her white and tender face became a little scary.

She followed the young man's gaze to look at the young man, and smiled softly.

"So it is, so it is."

"Nie Wuzhen, you really are a despicable and shameless bastard."

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