The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

Wen Jue raised his hand, and slowly brushed away the folding fan that was pressing against his chin: "Your Highness is here at this time, but what's the matter?"

Seeing that he didn't respond at all, Yin Hongyu curled his lips in a dispirited manner, and then said, "We haven't finished talking about the previous topic."

Wen Jue understood what he was referring to, and said, "What else does Your Highness want the lower officials to say?"

Yin Hongyu said: "That child is obviously in trouble, what are you going to do with him? You can protect him for a while, can you still protect him forever?"

"Your Highness thinks that I have so much free time?" Wen Jue said indifferently, "I can save him once today, but it's just a matter of raising a finger. Whether he lives or dies in the future depends on his own fate."

If before, Yin Hongyu always felt that there was an unusual relationship between Wen Jue and Wang Ergou, then at this moment, when Wen Jue said these words indifferently, his original thoughts were shaken.

This person's thoughts are hard to figure out, and his temper is also very strange. Maybe it is just like what he said, but he just saved someone according to his mood.

Maybe this person is not that child, but any cat or dog, he will save it if he feels like it.

I am really idle, so why should I be more interested in a child, even if the child has some unknown identity, I am afraid that it is just a grievance in the world, so what does it have to do with him?

Thinking so, Yin Hongyu put away his folding fan and sat down beside Wen Jue: "General Wen is really ruthless!"

The young man was slender, with a face like a peach blossom, leaning against the table with his chin propped on one hand, looking at Wen Jue with resentment and resentment, with his appearance and expression, those who didn't know thought Wen Jue was a ungrateful and heartless man!

If it were his own former student, Wen Jue would probably have sold the book earlier, but unfortunately today is different, there is a difference in status in this era, and he cannot be tolerated like this.

Since he couldn't control it, Wen Jue simply chose not to see it.

Moving his gaze to the teacup on the table, Wen Jue poured himself a glass of water, took a sip slowly, and said, "Is there anything else your Highness?"

The obvious meaning of chasing guests in these words, if you can't hear it, you are a fool, Yin Hongyu immediately lowered his face when he heard the words: "Wen Chongzhou, is this your attitude when talking to this hall?"

Wen Jue rubbed his forehead and said: "Nian is a sick man, I hope His Highness is magnanimous." Come out quickly, let me be quiet for a while.

Yin Hongyu, who didn't feel the slightest respect from Wen Jue's words, felt a little annoyed in his heart. He was about to explode, but when his eyes met Wen Jue's bloodshot and tired eyes, all the displeasure suddenly dissipated.

"Hmph—" Yin Hongyu snorted coldly, stood up from the table, and said in a bad mood, "With your body, if you go to the battlefield one day, you may fall down by yourself before the battle begins."

Wen Jue said: "Your Majesty is concerned, and the next official will take care of his health."

"Who cares about you!" Yin Hongyu retorted reflexively, after thinking about it for a while, he thought it was weird, but he couldn't tell what it was.

After struggling for a long time without any result, he simply didn't bother to think about it, and strode away with a wave of his sleeves, but it seemed that there was an indescribable irritability in his back.

After the people left, Wen Jue went to the door and bolted the door, then reached into his sleeve and found something.

Seeing how carefully he made it, it looked like something extraordinary, but in fact, after Wen Jue took out the thing, he wrapped it in a piece of sackcloth casually, then threw it into the Ruishou incense burner in the room and burned it .

After a while, a somewhat pungent burnt smell came from the room.

Wen Jue himself could not help but frown when he smelled the breath. At least for a while, when the maid came to invite him to dinner, he just refused on the pretext of feeling unwell.

The maid obviously also smelled that smell, she didn't dare to say anything, but her eyes couldn't help glancing into the room.

Seeing the curiosity in those eyes, she couldn't help but ask if it was someone else.

But there is no need to be sorry, after all, if she really knows what Wen Jue burned, she will be terrified.

——Because the thing that Wen Jue threw into the incense burner was not a bystander, but the flesh that had fallen from his body!

After dealing with the maid, Wen Jue took off his clothes one by one, and untied the cloth strips wrapped around his hands.

Although he doesn't care about what he said, but whoever it is, with such a ghostly appearance on his body, I'm afraid he won't feel good in his heart.

Wen Chongzhou was in the fire scene before, and in desperation used his body to block the collapsed beam above the palace, causing his entire arm to be burned. Wen Jue just watched it, and because of the system, the upper arm recovered about the size of a palm. One piece, the newly grown flesh is very white, which can be seen at a glance, but comparing the before and after, it also highlights the ferocity of the other wounds.

Seeing too much was annoying, so he didn't look at it at all, took a towel and wet it, wiped his whole body several times, and changed into a set of dry clothes.

It's just that this night, he didn't go to bed as usual, but replayed the main plot of the novel during this period in his mind.

This stroke doesn't matter, Wen Jue suddenly discovered that in the original plot, Wang Ergou's grandfather seemed to have an accident during this time.

Because of the ambiguity of novel creation, the book does not specify which day it is, and this kind of uncertainty makes people don't know where to start even if they want to do something.

Thinking of that day, the old man's hospitality in the barren hut, Wen Jue's mood rarely floated.

After lying on the bed for a while, still not feeling sleepy, Wen Jue simply got up and left the room.

Because of his special request, the residence of Wang Ergou's grandfather and grandson was arranged in another yard next to the yard where he lived.

This body has good hearing. As soon as Wen Jue approached the courtyard wall, he heard intermittent chatter from inside.

Listening to the voice, it is what Wang Ergou and Uncle Wang are talking about.

Wen Jue looked around, stepped on a water tank under the wall and sat obliquely on the crooked willow tree in the yard, then raised his eyes to look at the next yard.

Today is the fifteenth day, the silver moon in the sky is like a plate, and the night is bright, Wen Jue can easily see the situation in the courtyard.

At this point in time, in modern time, it is about nine o’clock in the night, and the nightlife has just begun. However, in the ancient society with backward society, the ancients who did not have any entertainment facilities had already rested. Did not go to sleep.

The old man seemed to be less energetic than when Wen Jue saw him last time. When he lay on the small bamboo couch, he only took up half of it, and he looked extraordinarily thin. Wang Ergou sat on the bamboo couch that was vacant. With his legs crossed, he held a cattail fan in his hand and slowly fanned the old man.