The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

After the barracks competition that day, Wen Jue called the supervising army to re-draft the military regulations, and dealt with some disobedient people hard. After a while, his marching in the army went smoothly.In addition, I don't know if he was afraid that he would wipe his neck with a sword, or because Xie Lingshuang's execution was high. In short, Wen Jue never saw anyone gamble again. It stopped.

Although the weather seems to be like after a new official took office three times, it's good that there are changes, and the rest can be done slowly.

In the past, Wen Jue was always discredited when he came home, because the situation in the army has improved a little recently, he was able to finish the affairs ahead of time, and when he left the barracks this morning, it was still very early, he thought about it, and planned to go to the street Go shopping.

I've been here for so long, and I haven't seen the customs and customs of this ancient capital!

Wen Jue went home, changed into casual clothes, and took Nanxi out. Coincidentally, he saw Wen Deming coming back from the outside as soon as he left the gate.

It is said that people live up to their names, but Wen Deming and his own name are extreme. His white, tender and chubby figure is covered in a golden brocade suit, which looks like a mascot. This mascot is holding a birdcage in his left hand and a piece of hay in his right. He was teasing all the time, and behind him was a group of bejeweled young men who were dressed like him.

The group of people were taken aback when they saw Wen Jue, then bowed and raised their hands and said, "The Caomin have seen General Wen!"

No matter what you think in your heart, at least your superficial skills are passable, and you all salute Wen Jue respectfully, but only Wen Deming, the moment he saw Wen Jue, subconsciously revealed a look of disgust in his eyes: "Yo, isn't this the third brother? Where are you going?"

After getting along for a period of time, Wen Jue somewhat understood Wen Deming's temperament and knew that he was difficult to deal with, so Wen Jue didn't say much, nodded casually and planned to leave.

But this move immediately aroused Wen Deming's dissatisfaction: "Wen Chongzhou, what kind of attitude do you have? Now that you are a general, you don't take my elder brother seriously, right?"

Wen Jue frowned, and said lightly, "So what?"

Wen Deming: "..." Wen Deming never expected that Wen Chongzhou, who has always been submissive in front of him, dared to contradict him like this, and it was still in front of so many of his brothers.

After a brief daze, without even thinking about it, he raised his leg and kicked Wen Jue.

He has done this kind of action countless times since he was a child. When Wen Chongzhou couldn't beat him when he was a child, he would just hide. Later, he realized that the more he hides, the more he will suffer—and not only will his father not protect him, but if Wen Deming beats him If you don't have fun, and complain to the eldest lady afterwards, the eldest lady will make things harder for him and his mother.There were so many times like this that Wen Chongzhou didn't even dare to hide any more, he just let this bad-tempered elder brother swear at him, punch and kick him.

But today is different from the past, Wen Chongzhou is no longer the Wen Chongzhou he used to be, and he is so fast that even Xie Lingshuang can't touch him, let alone the delicious and lazy Wen Deming, so when the opponent just kicked over, he was easy avoided.

Seeing this, Wen Deming was even more upset. He glared at Wen Jue and said, "You little bastard is really promising, and you dare to hide!" For so many years, Wen Deming has been used to this younger brother who doesn't fight back when he beats him. Cowardly, he vented on him when he felt a little bit uneasy, so even though the opponent was already a great general appointed by the Holy Majesty, he didn't pay attention to him at all, watching Wen Jue avoid his fists and feet, standing coldly While looking at himself, the displeasure of being challenged to authority increased even more.

"Presumptuous, how could you be so rude to the general?" Nan Xi, who was standing behind Wen Jue, couldn't bear it anymore, and unconsciously stood up and accused him.

Wen Deming's eyes were fixed, and his gloomy gaze fell on the angry and blushing Nan Xi: "What are you, it's just a dog picked up by my Wen family, and you dare to bark at its owner."

Nan Xi's complexion turned pale, and before she could react, she felt a blur in front of her eyes, and then felt a sharp pain on her forehead - it was Wen Deming who directly threw the iron and gold-plated birdcage in his hand towards him .

All this happened so suddenly, Wen Jue only had time to reach out to support the boy standing in front of him.

Wen Jue held Nan Xi's shoulders with both hands and pulled him over his body. Seeing the blood dripping from the young man's white forehead, there was finally a trace of fluctuation in his calm eyes.

Maybe it was because his eyes were too sharp at that moment, Nan Xi couldn't help being startled, and subconsciously said: "General, don't get angry, Nan Xi is fine."

Wen Jue took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, gently wiped the blood that was about to drip into his eyes, then stuffed the handkerchief into his hand, and stood in front of Nanxi.

Speaking of which, the elder brother of the original owner is really a wonderful person, even the group of people behind him felt that the atmosphere was not right, so they stretched out their hands and pulled his sleeves to stop it, but Wen Deming didn't have the slightest intention of stopping it, he shook The person who wanted to persuade him, met Wen Jue's cold eyes, and cursed angrily: "Bitch, what kind of face are you..."

Halfway through the speech, it suddenly turned into a scream.

Everyone present was silent for a few seconds, then turned their eyes to Wen Deming stiffly.

At this time, Wen Deming fell on the steps of the gate with his back on his back. He didn't know whether his brain was congested due to posture problems, or the fall was too painful. His fat face was as red as a monkey's butt.

The movement here originally attracted the attention of many people, so many passers-by could not help but watch and point at them.

In the chirping voice, the color on Wen Deming's face became more exciting, and he was anxious that he would lose face and wanted to get up quickly, but because he was too fat, he moaned and struggled on the ground for a long time, stunned. Can't even turn over.

After a long while, he looked angrily at his two servants and the group of friends, panting and cursing angrily, "Aren't they all dead? Why don't you come over and help the master up—"

A group of people looked at Wen Deming, and then at Wen Jue, who was standing there coldly with his hands behind his back, with hesitation on his face, and he didn't move for a long time. The man walked slowly towards Wen Deming.

Then he raised his foot, and stepped on Wen Deming's white and greasy neck with several lines of neck lines in a very unceremonious manner.

Wen Deming's face was blank for a moment, and then he was about to yell, but the next second, he felt the force that stepped on him suddenly tightened, and the already thin air seemed to be cut off at this moment, and the fear from the threat of death flowed from his mind all the way Spread to the dorsal spine.

"Yeah, oh, oh... Please..." Wen Deming's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at Wen Jue in horror, making an inarticulate voice, as if he was scolding or begging for mercy.

Looking at his distorted face, Wen Jue felt a little complicated.

With such a big brother, it is no wonder that the original owner has grown into such a distorted personality.

Thinking about the troubles this guy made for him from time to time during this period, Wen Jue grew a little more disgusted with this person in his heart, and the foot that stepped on Wen Deming's neck became a little heavier.

As a famous teacher who teaches and educates people, Wen Jue seldom uses violence to solve problems, but in fact, he grew up in such a complicated environment, and he has heart disease, so he has an unknown violent factor in his heart. But before, he could always suppress and regulate himself with reason.

But right now, facing this idiot who once challenged his bottom line, Wen Jue suddenly wanted to indulge.

Seeing that Wen Deming's fat face began to turn gray and blue, he couldn't even speak, and grabbed Wen Jue's shoes with both hands and pushed them out. The boy finally realized the seriousness of the matter, and ran into the room in panic The rescuers went to the house.

Not a moment later, the eldest lady came out in a panic surrounded by a group of maids and servants, and behind these people was a slender woman.

The clothes on the woman's body were a little messy, the hairpin on her head was crooked, a few strands of hair were scattered in front of her forehead, and there was a bright red palm print on her face.

As soon as she went out, she glanced around and saw Wen Jue standing there in good condition, she was instantly relieved, and then she noticed Wen Deming who was stepped on by him.

The woman hesitated for a moment, then walked over to Wen Jue and asked, "General Zhou, what's the matter?"

Wen Jue glanced at half of the woman's swollen cheeks, and asked, "What's wrong with her face?" Although the woman in front of her was the biological mother of Wen Jue's body, she was actually two or three years older than Wen Jue's previous life, but maybe It's a flesh and blood connection, maybe it's because this woman cares so much for him that every time Wen Jue sees her, he can't help but feel close.

He was born without a mother, but now in this other world, he suddenly experienced the kind of family affection that he didn't even dare to expect in his dreams.

Upon hearing the words, Yun's eyes flickered for a moment, and then said: "Auntie is fine..."

But before she finished speaking, Zixin from behind suddenly took her away: "The eldest lady said that my aunt broke her Yu Ruyi, so I asked Cui'er to beat my aunt, and made my aunt kneel in the yard for more than an hour , but that Ruyi was obviously overthrown by Cui'er herself, and Auntie didn't even touch it!"

"Zixin, what nonsense are you talking about!" A maid standing in front of the crowd suddenly changed her face when she heard this, and reached out to push Zixin.

Zixin was caught off guard, and the one pushed by her staggered and fell to the ground, but she ignored the pain, and continued to say: "The general and the others are too deceptive. In the past, you were not in power, and they always made trouble for your aunt. Now You are already a great general, but they are still like this. My aunt is always afraid that you will not let the slaves speak out, but they are too much. Even if the aunt punishes the slaves today, the slaves must speak out. General, you must make the decision for your aunt. !" Zixin was talking, and the more she said, the more wronged she became, and finally she couldn't help crying.

When the eldest lady arrived, she saw her precious son lying on the steps with a liver-colored face. At that moment, her mind was only filled with a kind of panic and worry, and she didn't know how to scold Wen Jue to let him go, shake off and hold him His own people rushed up and pushed Wen Jue's foot on his son's neck to save him.

It's just that he is a woman after all, and his strength is comparable to that of Wen Jue, a practicing family who fights on the battlefield, so he tried hard for a long time without success, until he heard Zixin's crying and howling, he was brought back to his senses.

"Why are you crying? Are you mourning?" She first yelled at Zixin who was on the ground indiscriminately, and then habitually ordered to the two maids, "Bring me this shameful bitch, Aunt Yun." I don’t know how to discipline a servant, so you should set up rules for her.”

Seeing this group of women coming and going, Wen Jue once suspected that what he was wearing was not a trick, but a house fighting style.

Just thinking about this, the lady's fire burned on him: "Little bastard, why don't you let go of my tomorrow, what on earth do you want to do, if something happens to my tomorrow, I will definitely not let go Pass yours!"

Wen Jue was unmoved, and instead of answering, asked: "Madam Wen, do you know what crime it is to insult the imperial court official?"

Mrs. Wen was taken aback for a moment, realizing the meaning of his words, a bit of timidity appeared on that aggressive face, but soon, she regained her confidence: "No matter how high your official position is, then I am also you Mother, as a mother, is it illegal to discipline her son?"

At this time, remember that you are a mother?

Sure enough, what kind of mother taught what kind of children.

Wen Jue looked at her arrogant appearance, and said: "I am a general appointed by His Majesty, but the eldest lady has repeatedly ignored my identity. According to the laws and regulations of the Shang Dynasty, those who despise the imperial power can be sentenced to seventy sticks, exile for thousands of miles, and serve as official slaves, and the worst ones are death with sticks."

Qian said disdainfully: "I am your mother, how dare you do this, aren't you afraid of being called unfilial?" In ancient laws, children were not obliged to report crimes committed by parents, and they could even help to hide them. Report and even be punished.

Wen Jue is a professor in the Department of Literature, and has a lot of research on history, so he naturally knows this, but, the rules are made by people, and it depends on people's interpretation, isn't it?