Supporting Male Lead’s Counterattack Manual [Quick Transmigration]

Duan Qingen was sitting in the bamboo forest for almost the same time, so he was instructed to push himself back.

When he went back, Dexi and Zhu Xi were drying books in the yard. Zhu Xi leaned on his waist, his face in pain.

He had always endured pain before, and did not dare to show it on his face, because he was afraid to let Duan Qingen see and let him cultivate.

But now that he has obtained the secret letter to the emperor, it is okay to cultivate for a while, otherwise he wo n’t be able to tell if he has a waist.

Zhu Xi was full of confidence. After all, Duan Qingen had asked him many times before whether to cultivate, and looking at the caring face, it didn't seem to be a fraud. It seemed that he was also worried about it before.

He thought very well. Unfortunately, even if his face was full of pain, it seemed like he could faint in the next second. Duan Qingen, who was being pushed by in a wheelchair, still didn't squint and didn't even look at him.

Zhu Xi trying to pose "I hurt, I hurt": "..."

Only then did he notice that there was a look of excitement in Duan Qingen's face.

Caper ...

This is quite rare. He has been with Duan Qingen for so many years and has never seen him show that expression.

Zhu Xi remembered in his heart. He continued to bear the pain and moved the book. When Dexi was called and hurried to leave the yard, he stopped Dexi, and seemed to inadvertently ask; "Dexi, you Where are you going? "

Wang Ye just told him that if Zhu Xi asked him, let him say it, and Dexi would say it; "Wang Ye is going to Qingfeng Tea House and let me prepare a car."

Zhu Xi nodded; "then go quickly."

Qingfeng Tea House is exactly the address written in the letter he just saw.

Zhu Xi's face remained calm, and he seemed to be still serious about reading the book. In fact, he had gradually escaped from the yard. At the corner, he took out a pen and paper from his arms, and quickly wrote down before quietly copying this sheepskin. The paper rolled up, knocked on the corner, and beckoned.

A little **** who was sweeping over immediately came to him and nodded his head; "Zonggong, what's the order?"

Zhu Xi coughed a few times, and said loudly, "The Lord will go out a while. Please give me a lot of care when you sweep. You can't leave a stone on the ground, otherwise I will be punished!"

"Yes Yes."

While speaking, he quickly shoved the parchment paper just written into the eunuch's hand by the cover, and lowered his voice; "Have it to His Majesty quickly."

"Yes."

The **** responded, and turned back to sweep.

Sweeping and sweeping, he slowly walked out of this side and headed towards the stable.

He realized that he was leaving silently, but he didn't notice behind him. The little eunuchs who were still at ease stopped their movements and squinted in the direction of his departure.

After a while, Duan Qingen returned to the room and received the news.

He had stood up at this moment, stood at the table, bowed his head to paint, and let the lieutenant who descended from the newspaper go down, and then asked the person with white hair and white beard next to him:

"Does the Doctor think, Your Majesty will come?"

The healer who healed his leg hehe smiled: "It depends on your Majesty's respect for the Lord."

Duan Qingen smiled: "I don't bet."

Not only did not, even because he was once a prince, the little emperor who should call him an uncle also inherited his father's fear of Duan Qingen.

After all, before the death of Duan Qing's emperor's brother, he told his son this secret.

He harmed Duan Qingen by improper means in order to let the other party leave the crown prince. Even if the Supreme Lord has passed away, Duan Qingen is still the original prince. As soon as this matter is broken down, he raises his arms again, it is difficult to guarantee the outcome .

Therefore, only by stepping Duan Qingen to the bottom of the valley, can they ensure the safety of their father and son.

Killing cannot be killed. Even the emperor cannot afford the murder.

Can't kill, and because Duan Qing'en has always been intimidated in the house to not cause trouble, the emperor's mentality of wanting to step on his feet has not changed.

It seems that only by stepping down on this truly orthodox ex-prince, can he truly rest easy.

Duan Qingen: "He always likes to go out of the palace. There are good shows, how can he not come."

The noble doctor nodded: "So, it's up to Wang Ye."

"Rest assured that he wants to watch a show, how can I not show it to him."

The prince, wearing a full moon white robe, re-sit in the wheelchair again, put his hands on the armrests, and smiled at the divine doctor:

"A wasteful man, isn't this what they want to see?"

——

Wan Siyuan ran out again.

This time she and Duan Qingen made an appointment at Qingfeng Tea House. Before coming out, Wan Siyuan secretly hid and practiced the look several times in the bronze mirror to make sure she looked pitiful and helpless. Then she was content and changed into men's clothing and sneaked away. come out.

Duan Qingen and Wan Siqing's marriage has been settled, and now no matter who regrets it.

She is now going to tell Duan Qingen something she made up so that Duan Qingen will still treat her like she did in her last life.

Wan Siyuan arrived at Qingfeng Tea House.

She saw King Yao who was waiting there early in a wheelchair.

It still looks like that, looks good, smiles, and always reveals a gentleness when looking at people.

But what good is light to be gentle?

Not yet a prince without real power.

Wan Siyuan's thoughts on her face were naturally not revealed. She just blushed her eyes, a look of grievance and sadness, stepped forward, and shouted softly, "Qing En."

Duan Qingen: Hehe.

His eyes quickly turned red, and his face was full of words: "Yuaner ... how could this be the case, I clearly told your father, logically speaking, he should let his daughter marry me ... "

Wan Siyuan was glad.

Sure enough, Duan Qingen had no doubt at all about her.

She lowered her head, as if helpless, and whispered: "It is my third sister, her parents are no longer, but an orphan girl, her grandmother and father have always pity her, and feel that she is pitiful. It ’s better than what I wear, just because she's afraid of being wronged. "

"This time, my father wanted to give it to me, but my three younger sisters heard that it was Wang Ye's proposal to marry him, and thought of going to the grandmother, forcing the father to give her the marriage."

Said, Wan Siyuan took the handkerchief very poorly, and wiped the corners of his eyes: "I don't want to, but I can't tell my parents about you and me, I can only watch the three sisters take the door away Marriage, I was thinking, you know it ’s my three younger sisters, and I should n’t agree. Wherever I thought, I heard that you were engaged the next day. ”

Duan Qingen's eyes were redder, helplessness and pain all over his face, and even the magnetic sound was hoarse: "I was naturally unwilling, but in order to get your father to promise you and my marriage, I specially gave my father the Royal Emperor Yupei gave it to him as a token, and after the marriage was settled, he could no longer regret it, Yuaner, it was my fault ... "

"I don't blame you, it's just that we have no chance. Who would have thought that the third sister wanted this marriage too ..."

Wan Siyuan worked **** Wan Siqing's body, and felt that it was almost the same. Seeing that Duan Qingen was already in a state of pain to no avail, he wiped his tears with satisfaction:

"You are the future husband of my three younger sisters. We shall ... see you later."

"Yuaner, Yuaner, don't leave Yuaner ..."

Duan Qingen's tone was full of pain, with helplessness and despair of current affairs, full of love.

But Wan Siyuan still left.

Immediately after she left, Yao Yao's voice became crying, as if she was crying.

next door

The emperor fanned the fan:

"This woman is awesome, she can make Uncle Huang like this."

I heard that Uncle Huang had his legs abolished, and the pain was unbearable. He didn't leave a tear. He never expected that the hero would still be sad about the beauty.

But the more this happened, the stronger the emperor's interest in Wan Siyuan became.

The woman who could let his uncle ask for it, if his nephew got it in his hand and became one of his three thousand harems, it must be very good.

Thinking, the emperor, while listening to the sorrow of the king in his ears, stood up and led someone to open the door and walk downstairs.

When they all came downstairs, a guard came in from the outside: "Master, everyone has gone. Seeing like that, they are chasing Wan Siyuan."

"Ok."

Duan Qingen, who was crying silently on the front, responded.

He took out a handkerchief, wiped his face, and turned into the gentle and humorous High King Yao.

He smiled. "Next, it depends on what our Majesty is going to do."

This is really interesting.

When the emperor wanted to make a woman like his uncle.

The woman who had a mountain pledge with her husband once wanted to have a leg with someone who had been calling her imperial concubine for the rest of her life.

These two are a natural pair.

Duan Qingen thought, almost couldn't hold back a smile.

Enough smile, he said to the guard next to him: "You remember to follow them all the time, don't be found out and see what the two of them are going to do."

"Yes."

The guard went down.

Only Duan Qingen was left in the room.

He took a sip of wine and stood up to open the dark room between the restaurants.

——

Wan Siyuan felt that she was really lucky.

Just got rid of Duan Qingen, and met the emperor so quickly.

Moreover, the emperor who was obviously interesting to her.

She was happy in her heart, and she felt so.

Her looks are beautiful. Since rebirth, she has deliberately used the makeup that was popular in Beijing in her last life. In this capital today, she is very new. Even if she wears men's clothes, in order to make Duan Qingen always like herself, her face You can also wear makeup.

The emperor liked her, and in Wan Siyuan's opinion it was justified.

She didn't even think about why the emperor liked such a person for the first time, and immediately frowned with the emperor.

Originally full of interest, I was going to seduce the emperor who seduced the woman who likes the emperor a little bit: "..."

What happened, he didn't do anything.

Why did this woman cherish her arms.

If there was no such thing as the emperor, the emperor would still think that having a beautiful woman to give her a hug is her charm and would be happy in her heart.

But he just witnessed that the love between this woman and the uncle was less than a scent.