The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

He closed his eyes and poured the medicine into his mouth, but it seemed as if an invisible obstacle blocked his throat.

——No matter what, Yin Wujiu couldn't swallow that mouthful of liquid medicine.

"Vomit..." Finally, Yin Wujiu couldn't help vomiting out the medicine, but after vomiting out, his stomach still couldn't stop.

Wen Jue was shocked and wanted to check it out, but Yin Wujiu hurriedly pushed him away, jumped off the bed in a hurry, hugged an antique vase in the hall and threw up.

Wen Jue almost followed in a hurry, seeing his lover vomit up all the little things he ate during the day, his heart was all entangled for a moment.

"No blame...is it better?"

Yin Wujiu didn't vomit anymore, but he knelt on the ground and hugged the big flower pot, he didn't get up for a long time.

Wen Jue went to pull his hand, and found that his fingertips were cold, but his palm was covered with sweat. Looking down, the boy's face was covered with crystal clear tears.

"Wu Jiu..." Wen Jue panicked completely, "Wu Jiu, why are you feeling uncomfortable, does it hurt?"

Yin Wujiu was speechless, all his energy was spent on restraining the inexplicable sadness in his heart.

It's just that sad things can't be restrained by hard work. When he found that he was about to be unable to hold on, he had to bury his head deeply, hiding the unspeakable heartache in his heart and the embarrassed look on his face.

He is not a soft and fragile person, but he really loves his master too much. If this child is not from Wen Jue, he may not be in such pain, but when he thinks that this is the flesh and blood of the master, after he was born, he would not be in such pain. , may have the same eyebrows and eyes as the master, as smart as the master, and as gentle as the master... Yin Wujiu felt like a knife was piercing his heart.

At first, Wen Jue thought it was the effect of the medicine that caused him such pain, but soon, he realized that was not the case.

"No blame...Aren't you, unwilling?" Wen Jue asked cautiously.

Yin Wujiu, who had been stuck in a sad mood and couldn't extricate himself, suddenly raised his head.

The young man wiped away the tears on his face with the bright yellow sleeves embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon, then grabbed Wen Jue's hand: "Master, I can't bear it."

In the difficult tone, there was an unconcealable sadness and a little humble begging.

Although he vaguely guessed it in his heart, but hearing Yin Wujiu say it himself, Wen Jue still felt a shock in his heart.

Yin Wujiu has been in a very low mood these days, and he is often in a daze. Wen Jue always thought that he couldn't accept what happened to him because of fear and rejection, but he didn't expect that he would be so precious to this sudden little life. And the most important.

Asking him to kill the child, it will cause him such pain!

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yin Wujiu thought that he was unwilling, and the light that had just appeared in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Wen Jue: "You want to keep him, aren't you afraid?"

"..." Yin Wujiu blinked, realized something vaguely, shook his head hastily, "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid!"

Wen Jue held Yin Wujiu's face with both hands, gently wiped away the tears on his face, "But I'm afraid, Wujiu, having a child is not an easy thing, Master doesn't want you to take such a risk."

Yin Wujiu stared blankly at Wen Jue for a while, but suddenly laughed foolishly.

Wen Jue was a little confused, worried: "What's wrong with you?"

Yin Wujiu grabbed Wen Jue's hand: "Master, do you...can you look forward to his birth?"

Facing his fiery, expectant eyes, Wen Jue finally couldn't say anything against his will.

"I've looked forward to it." His mind was in a mess, full of entanglement and complexity, and he only heard his own voice say so.

With his affirmation, the young man's face brightened instantly, as if the lonely winter had ushered in a spring breeze of vitality.

"Master doesn't hate the arrival of this child. I always thought, always thought..." I always thought that Master rejected me for giving birth to this child. After all, he is a man, and a man gives birth to a child, which is himself, and he finds it difficult to accept. Master, it is normal for him not to be able to bear it!

He was smiling, but smiling, a moist light appeared in his bright black eyes again.

Wen Jue hugged him: "How could it be, how could I hate it!"

Looking at the young lover who was clutching his abdomen in his arms and letting out a sigh of relief, Wen Jue told himself in his heart that he is the chosen one, a person with the halo of the protagonist, and he will be safe and sound.

When Wen Jue was thinking this way, he suddenly realized that he hadn't thought about the concept of "protagonist, halo" for a long time!

In the past, he always regarded himself as a bystander. Looking at the people here was like looking at the two-dimensional characters. Even though he was moved and pitiful, he always remained calm and sober. Since when did he start to fall into the trap and become unable to extricate himself?

Ever since he decided to have this child, Wen Jue's leisurely life has become busy again.

Overtly, he took over most of the work of reviewing the memorials for Yin Wujiu, and secretly organized a group of wandering courtiers for him. When he had some free time, he used his academic spirit to delve into the knowledge of pregnancy. The arrangement is called a full.

Yin Wujiu had no appetite for the past few days, and he was prone to throw up when he smelled meat. Wen Jue asked Shen Jimei and read a lot of books, and asked his subordinates to collect a lot of refreshing and appetizing snacks such as sour fruits and sauerkraut from the people. With rice together, he was finally able to eat, but after a while, Yin Wujiu suddenly became very addicted to eating, not to mention four or five meals a day, and when he was resting in the hall after the court, his hands were also twitching. I can't help but stretch it into the fruit snack plate.

This day, Xiu Mu couldn't go to the morning court. After Yin Wujiu woke up on time, he was pressed down by Wen Jue and fell asleep again. He didn't wake up again until it was three o'clock in the morning. Wen Jue saw him sitting in a daze by the mirror combing his hair, couldn't help it I took the comb in his hand.

This is not the first time Wen Jue has combed his hair for him, at first Yin Wujiu was flattered and at a loss, but now he has gotten used to it, after yawning, he closed his eyes and let Wen Jue comb his hair for him.

After a while, the hair was tied up, and Wen Jue patted his head lightly: "Wake up, it's time for breakfast later."

Yin Wujiu opened his eyes, and what he saw was his own reflection in the bronze mirror. He glanced at it, felt a little strange, stared at it carefully for a while, and said dully: "Master, am I getting fat?"

"There are some."

Yin Wujiu then raised his hand to touch his face, pinched down with two fingers, picked up a big lump of flesh, when he let go, there was still a clear red mark on his fair cheek.

Yin Wujiu is no longer the silly kid who envied others getting fat and thought that the fatter he was, the more powerful and beautiful he was. Looking at the big fleshy face in the mirror, he suddenly felt a little inferior.

Seeing him frowning and staring at himself in the mirror, Wen Jue looked distressed and unhappy, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yin Wujiu: "I look like this, isn't it ugly?"

Wen Jue understood what he meant, and couldn't help laughing: "It's ugly, it's cute." After saying that, he noticed that the boy's chubby face suddenly turned pink, and thought to himself: If you are not careful, you will say what is in your heart. Speak out.

However, it is indeed very cute, especially when the occasional daze or doze off.

In fact, if it weren't for the damn system, Wen Jue would rather him be a carefree little confused. He is still so young, in modern times, he should live a carefree campus under the wings of his parents life, but they have to shoulder the rise and fall of a country.

"Fei Yuan, what did you take?"

Fei Yuan stopped and looked at Xiao Yang who was standing under the tree with her sword in her arms: "Eat."

Xiaoyang walked over and reached out to take it: "Let me see what is delicious."

Fei Yuan dodges to avoid his movements: "This belongs to the master, you are careful and he will punish you."

"I don't need you to tell me," Xiaoyang didn't rob again, thought for a while, and narrowly said, "Why does the master always ask you to get some food these days? Tell me, he can't be... raising food outside. Are you human? Maybe you have an illegitimate child!"

"..." Fei Yuan was stunned for a while, then slightly lowered her face, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Xiaoyang: "This is not nonsense, look at the things that the master asked you to find, are they all edible by normal people? I remember when I was a child, my mother liked to eat sour food when she was pregnant with my younger brother... and You said if it wasn't for the woman you love, who would be willing to spend so much trouble?"

Feiyuan was a little shaken by what he said, but after thinking about it, she felt: "As the master, who can't be brought directly into the mansion, but who should be raised outside?"

Xiaoyang: "Maybe the other party is unwilling to enter our house?"

Fei Yuan snorted lightly: "You really dare to think?" It's no wonder he thought so, after all, this is ancient times, and men's perception of women is not as personalized as modern people.

What's more, their master is so powerful, what kind of woman can twist him?

Seeing that he didn't believe him, Xiaoyang didn't insist on persuading him, but then he thought of other things, he leaned close to Feiyuan, bumped his arm, and said in a daze, "By the way, the master has been away for a long time recently, you know he Why did you go?" He often walks by the river, so there is no way his shoes don't get wet. Although Wen Jue often left the house to go out, he was careful, but after a long time, they still discovered it.

Feiyuan: "I don't know."

Xiaoyang: "Flying arc has not always followed the master, how could you not know?"

"That's him, and not me?"

Xiaoyang: "You two have such a good relationship, and you live in the same room, why hasn't he mentioned it to you?"

"No." Another short response.

Xiaoyang curled her lips: "That guy's mouth is really strict!" It's no wonder that the master only takes him with him everywhere.

Feiyuan: "Don't think about it, the master's matter is not something we can talk about."

Xiao Yang and the others are still leisurely discussing the master's gossip at this time, but they never imagined what kind of changes will happen to their impregnable general's mansion in the near future.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-01-2315:04:14~2021-01-2423:00:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: If life is just like the first time I saw 20 bottles; lucky 5 bottles; travel night 1 bottle; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!