Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

?Even though it has been half a year, Jun Zui was still stunned for a moment when he heard the name again.

He lowered his eyes and smiled in a low voice, but did not answer.

Before the sun sets, the school is over, and there is light rain outside, mixed with cold wind blowing on people's faces and it is uncomfortable.

Although Jun Zui was physically better than ordinary people, he was unwilling to be blown away by the cold wind.

He walked faster, instead of going back to his house first, he turned his head and went to the bookshop first, and walked into a bookstore in a familiar way.

The owner had known him for a long time, and smiled when he saw him coming: "My son is very early today."

Although he had been here many times, a trace of embarrassment appeared in Jun's heart, but his expression was indifferent, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

He nodded and asked: "Are there any new books?"

The shopkeeper immediately led him to the bookshelf: "Yes, here are all the books that have just arrived today, please take your time to read."

After speaking, he went back to his counter and took the abacus to settle accounts.

Jun Zui walked to the bookshelf.

"Detailed Explanation of the Book of Songs", "Zongjiao Enlightenment"... both can be used, hold it.

"Mingyue Ci Collection", well, the book writer seems to be a student of the old court in the middle of the court, a little familiar, and he also holds it.

His slender fingers crossed the new books one by one, and finally paused on a certain book.

"Drunk and Never Return", the bookmaker Playboy.

Jun Zui's eyes floated for a moment, and his fingers continued to move down.

Next to the book of the book author who made his debut with Xiao Huangwen, who was the emperor and prime minister of the dynasty, there happened to be the latest edition of "The Collection of History" revised by the cabinet bachelor, and Jun Zui took it out.

Maybe he was picky for a while, so he pulled it out with this "Historical Collection", and the next book that is definitely not in the elegant hall.

Jun Zui gently put the two books in his arms and picked a few more before going to the counter to check out.

The shopkeeper smiled and took the abacus and pulled it. After collecting the money, he whispered to him: "The new work of the young man has also started to be printed recently. I heard that it is very popular. Several bookstores in the city are waiting to grab it. If I am If you have a chance to get a copy, you must keep it for the son, and no one will sell it."

Jun Zui's ear tips were reddish, but he didn't shake his head and say no words.

He only smiled, and then walked out of the bookstore in the eyes of the shopkeeper "You know I know, God knows and earth", holding his full book and some unknown emotions step by step into the cold wind.

There is no one at home.

He has never liked being served by others, so he just lived here alone after he bought the house.

At this time it was getting late, Jun Zui went back to the study alone, went to the kitchen to make a table of dishes, and then went back to the study after enjoying it alone and lit a lamp.

He took the books and put them on the table, examining them one by one.

The vast historical collections, hundreds of scholars, and orthodox literature, after he reviewed all of them, he inadvertently pulled out the books under the "historical collections" and read them carefully by candlelight.

Willow shoots on the moon.

The book says:

-Jun Zui was writing memorials in the study, and suddenly heard his door knocked. He opened the door and saw that the emperor who had quarreled with him in the daytime was looking at him with his mouth flat, seemingly dissatisfied with him...

Jun Zui sighed, picked up the pen on the desk and circled the "flat mouth", and annotated: "Holy majesty, how can you be such a daughter."

After I finished writing, I realized that I had done something again, and I immediately picked up the pen to cross out that sentence.

At this moment, he heard a "clang" from outside the door.

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