[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

Seeing the shadows of the candle flames inside the door constantly flickering, the flickering flickering sets off the flickering ghosts in front of the door.

Ye Chanchan was so frightened that her scalp was numb, she wanted to enter but dared not enter, she shrunk her neck and stood in front of the door, looking terrified that she had lost all her beauty.

She swallowed, tried to calm down, cheered herself up, then took a step forward, carefully stretched out her fingers... and knocked on the door.

In the empty attic, the echo of her knock on the door resounded.

Ye Chanchan waited for a while, but didn't wait for the sound to come from inside. She was startled and fearful in her heart, but in the end, curiosity prevailed.

She breathed a sigh of relief, bravely pushed open the carved wooden door, pursed her lips, and stepped in cautiously.

Ye Chanchan hugged the food box tightly, and stepped on the soft carpet tremblingly.

Unexpectedly, the lights in the room were flickering, and the candles lit all around made the room extremely warm. The vast room did not look desolate at all, but was a little more popular because of the warm orange lights.

Perhaps the light gave Ye Chanchan courage, she swallowed, and took a few steps forward again.

She carried the food box and walked towards the inner room. Halfway there, she was suddenly a little surprised. She lowered her head to look at the clean and soft ground, which was covered with bright red carpets, and threw a few teacups at random.

The attic, which hadn't been entered or exited for three months, was so clean.

Simply unscientific!

Ye Chanchan pursed her lips, aroused the curiosity in her heart, suppressed her fear, took a few steps forward, raised the beaded curtain, and raised her eyes to look into the inner room——

Her breathing stopped suddenly, holding her breath, she stared blankly at the pure white figure in the inner room.

White as spotless, beautiful as the moon in the sky, lips as flowers in the early morning, eyes as autumn waves crossing the water.

Ye Chanchan suddenly realized: So there really are gods in this world...

That kind of beauty really makes people feel unworthy of blasphemy.

Huai An looked up at Ye Chanchan.

The hostess is wearing emerald green palace maid costumes, with double flat temples and a few simple hairpins hanging on her head. She has delicate eyebrows and eyes, and at first glance, she looks extremely young.

After all, the body Ye Chanchan traveled through was only 13 years old.

The young man's eyebrows are gentle, as if he is inclusive, his eyes are shining, and his expression is gentle: "Which palace are you a maid?"

The sound was like the sounds of nature, ethereal and dusty, Ye Chanchan wanted to scream when she heard it——ahhhh!Even the voice is so nice! ! !

Ye Chanchan swears that she has never seen such a beautiful person as Master Guoshi!

Her heart was beating like a drum, thumping, thundering in her ears, and she was so dizzy with the shock, she stammered the answer: "I, I, I am, I am Achan, the maid of Shangshi, Shigong..."

"This, this fairy sister..."

Ye Chanchan blushed, looking at Huai'an brightly: "You look so good-looking."

A trace of surprise flashed in Huai'an's eyes: "Really?"

"Enen." Ye Chanchan's love was like a hot flame, rushing overbearingly and brightly: "Sister Immortal, are you the Master of the National Teacher?"

Huai An lowered his eyes, hid the smile on his lips, and said gently: "Yes."

"But... I'm not a woman, little girl, I'm afraid you've made a mistake."

"Ah, ah?" Ye Chanchan looked at him in shock: "You, aren't you a girl?"

Huaian responded.

Ye Chanchan was rather discouraged, and a little frustrated—such a beautiful person is not a young lady, ahhh!Very unhappy!

Although thinking so in her heart, Ye Chanchan stepped into the inner room dutifully and sent the food box to Huaian. Before he took the food box, she dragged a stool and put all the vegetables in the food box on the table. Sitting on the stool, looking at Huai'an brightly.

"Then... my lord, you should eat more."

Ye Chanchan glanced at Huai'an's fair face, as if she could see some tiredness from his face, she felt extremely distressed, completely ignoring the possibility that the other party hadn't eaten or drank for three months.

Huai An didn't deny it, and didn't care what the other party was thinking. He took the chopsticks handed over by Ye Chanchan, pursed his lips, and didn't eat or move.

Ye Chanchan asked suspiciously: "My lord, don't you want to eat?"

The young man didn't speak, but listened with his ears bent, his eyes dimmed.

He looked up at the girl: "you go."

Ye Chanchan was slightly taken aback: "Why...what?"

"Someone is here." Huai'an said, "If...you don't want to be discovered, then go away."

Ye Chanchan nodded, seemed to realize something, hurriedly stood up, turned around twice, and then said to Huai'an: "Master, I will come to see you in two days, okay?"

Huaian smiled and nodded.

He didn't care anyway.

Although the heroine of this world is unexpected, she is smart enough, so Huai An doesn't intend to do anything to her.

Most importantly, the reason why Ye Chanchan attacked Huyejieli in her previous life was entirely because the original owner was unwilling to submit to Huyejieli.

In other words, as long as Huai'an is willing, even if Ye Chanchan wants to take Huai'an away, there is nothing she can do.

Thinking in this way, Huai'an looked at the girl with warmer eyes, gentle as water, rolling towards Ye Chanchan as if tolerant of everything.

Ye Chanchan blushed, covered her face shyly and ran out.

Huai'an put down his chopsticks, and put all the bowls and chopsticks on the table in the outer room, including the meals.

He listened for a while, and as expected, there was a loud noise outside the house.

Not long after, Huai'an heard the sound of greetings, accompanied by the steady footsteps of the man, stepping up the stairs again and again.

Huaian calmed down, the sandalwood in the house still wafted up, but the fragrance gradually dissipated.

The closer the man's footsteps approached, the faster Huaian's heart beat.

It was an uncontrollable throbbing.

He clenched his fingertips and heard the footsteps stop outside the door.

"Knock knock."

It was the sound of a man knocking on the door outside.

Huaian stood up and sat on the soft couch. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not enough, so he simply lay on his side, resting his forehead with his hands, thousands of silver and white hairs scattered on the couch like silk and satin.

But in just a moment, a picture of a beautiful woman lying on her side emerged spontaneously.

Huai'an said lazily, "Come in."

The sound was like the sound of nature, the green jade fell into the plate crisply, and the man outside the house lost his mind slightly.

It's just a short word, which caused him to be nostalgic.

Huyejieli pushed open the door, looked up, and suddenly saw the half-closed young man on the couch opposite him, his brows were picturesque, as pale as white lotus under the moon, and his temple hair was like snow, strands swaying with the breeze.

The young man's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and when he raised his eyes, it was like a sea of ​​stars rushing towards him, dragging him into a place of eternal doom.

Huyejieli's eyes dimmed.

He held his breath, the closer he got, the more certain he felt.

The person he should be looking for has already appeared.

The man stepped over the tables and chairs in the outer room, walked slowly to the couch, looked down at the young man lying on his side, his eyes gradually darkened.

The flickering flames enveloped the entire room, dispelling the ferocity of the tall Khan, softening his resolute face, and dyed it with a bit of orange-toned warmth.

The loose clothes on Huai'an's shoulders were messy, and the looming collarbone caused Huyejieli's Adam's apple to roll slightly, making him uncontrollably hot.

Huye Jieli took a deep breath, and his tall body slowly descended. He half squatted in front of Huai'an, his eyes burning.

"If I'm not wrong, you are... the master of the Guangli Kingdom?"

The man was wearing a heavy leather coat, with tiger skins on his shoulders, a machete around his waist, high leather boots on his legs, and a fluffy round hat on his head, which made the opponent's face even more fierce Cruel and terrible.

His hair was tied into small braids and draped behind his head, and the beard on his chin grew to his chest. He looked a few years older than his 40s.

Huai An looked at Huye Jieli, his eyes were dim, at first glance it was as cold as winter frost and snow, but if he looked closely, he could see the faint smile on his lips, melting the ice and snow into a kind spring breeze.

The young man said indifferently: "Your Majesty was joking, the Guangli Kingdom has long since perished, and now I am just an ordinary prisoner."

Huyejieli raised his eyebrows: "A prisoner?"

This attic, which looks low-key and luxurious, doesn't look like a place where subordinates live.

Huye Jieli didn't speak, he directly stretched out his hand, passed through Huai'an's armpit, and picked him up like a child.

The young man struggled for a moment in amazement, and then realized the strength of the other party, so he gave up struggling and was obediently embraced by him.

Perhaps it was Huai'an's obedient actions that won the other party's joy, Huye Jieli couldn't help leaning over his head, rubbed Huai'an's face, couldn't close his mouth in joy, and laughed straight: "Who said you are a prisoner? From today onwards, you are the national teacher of my Hun clan, and also the national teacher of my Langya country."

He hugged Huai'an and walked a few steps, feeling as happy as drinking sweet water, and only thinking about how to hug this "female" wolf back and love him well.

However, before he could continue imagining eighteen postures, he suddenly heard a faint sigh from the young man in his arms.

Huye Jieli lowered his head.

Huai'an said: "...Your beard stuck in me."

Huyejieli: "..."

"You put me down."

Huyejieli put Huai'an down with some reluctance.

Huai'an stepped on the ground, looked at Huyejieli, was silent for two seconds, and then said in a low voice with a haughty back, "I...see Your Majesty."

He made his position clear with attitude.

He is willing to become Huyejieli's national teacher.

Huyejieli's eyes lit up after a flash, and he turned his face to look at Huai'an: "I admire your courage, tell me, what is your name?"

"I never remember the name of the weak."

The implication: You are the warrior I recognize, the strong man I recognize.

These words immediately made Huai'an feel happy, and he held back for a while, then raised his chin and said, "My name is Xuanyuan Huai'an."

Maybe even Huai'an himself didn't know how proud his tone was when he said his name.

A smile flashed across Huye Jieli's eyes, he suddenly stretched out his hand to wrap around Huai'an's waist, and touched Huai'an's clothes with his thumb and index finger.

"I remember you, Xuanyuan Huaian."

From today on, you are my Yanshi.

The author has something to say

Huye Jieli: My Yan family is as beautiful as a fairy, with extraordinary grace, scorching beauty, and infinite charm, you stinky men, get out of here!Whoever dares to seduce my Yan family, I will kill you!

Your Majesty: ...Your Majesty is not good at breaking your sleeves, please learn from me.

Huye Jieli: I will not listen!You are the Yan family who covet me!

Courtier: ... wronged.

Huye Jieli: My Yan clan is so powerful!

Warriors: ... I have killed several wolves by fighting alone, and I have never seen His Majesty praise me so much... QAQ

Huye Jieli: My Yanshi... is so kind in every way!The waist is also thin!Hey hey hey hey (eating tofu secretly)

Huai'an: ...Get lost.