The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

Yin Hongyu was standing by the window, holding a piece of letter paper in his hand.

"Your Highness." Seeing that he was looking seriously, Wen Jue called out as if on purpose.

Who would have thought that when Yin Hongyu heard his voice, it was almost a conditioned reflex, so he squeezed the letter paper into his palm.

Such a reaction made Wen Jue frowned.

So is the content of this letter related to me?

Yin Hongyu was obviously also aware of his gaffe. He straightened his expression in an instant, and then looked at Wen Jue with his usual, superior attitude: "Why, General Wen has something to do with this palace?"

"It's nothing, I just came to visit His Highness." Wen Jue's gaze still fell on Yin Hongyu's hand, not so much drawn by curiosity, but rather because he did it on purpose, just to see Yin Hongyu's reaction.

Yin Hongyu sensed Wen Jue's gaze, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. After a pause, he said dissatisfiedly, "Greetings? Why haven't you greeted the hall before?"

"Recently, I've been busy with official duties, it's due to my negligence!" Wen Jue cupped his hands in "ashamedness", "Your Highness is magnanimous, and I still look forward to Haihan."

Yin Hongyu felt that he was going to be depressed to death by this guy.

Fake, can you be more fake?

"What was His Highness looking at just now, so seriously?"

When Wen Jue said this, his tone was very casual, as if he was just asking casually, but at this moment, when these words fell into Yin Hongyu's ears, it was amazing.

Yin Hongyu's hands hanging down and hidden in his sleeves tightened unconsciously, and then he reprimanded: "Presumptuous, can you put your beak on the affairs of this hall?"

Wen Jue: "The lower officials dare not."

Yin Hongyu: "..." Yin Hongyu has a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, is this guy playing with himself?

After a while, he pulled out the letter paper, and threw it into the white jade porcelain vase with flowers in front of the window sill in front of Wen Jue.

For some reason, Wen Jue's heart suddenly tightened, and then his body preceded his brain, and he rushed to the window and grabbed Yin Hongyu's wrist.

Suddenly being pinched by someone, Yin Hongyu's body froze, and with a flick of his fingertips, the letter that hadn't been thrown into the bottle completely fell into it.

Yin Hongyu, who was frightened, also became irritable, and blurted out: "Wen Chongzhou, you are going to scare this hall to death!" This guy was so far away from him just now, how did he get here? Is he a ghost?

Yin Hongyu was obviously upset, but Wen Jue seemed not to have heard his words, he put his hand into the porcelain bottle, and quickly took it out with the ball of paper between his fingers.

Yin Hongyu didn't have time to blame him this time, but stretched out his hand reflexively to grab it.

Now his mind is full of the contents here, he absolutely cannot let this person see it!

After tossing about for a while, everyone went out of the window but failed. Yin Hongyu became anxious and threatened sharply: "Wen Chongzhou, you are presumptuous. Believe it or not, someone will cut you off right now!"

Wen Jue remained indifferent, and silently began to unfold the letter.

Normally, Wen Jue himself would be ashamed of this kind of aggressive voyeuristic behavior, but now, he seems to be drawn by some bad premonition, making him feel that the letter in this letter The content is very important. If he doesn't explore it now, something irreversible will happen.

Wen Jue has never been a person who likes to regret afterwards, so he will choose to practice the thoughts that arise in his mind immediately, no matter what consequences he has to bear.

Seeing that Wen Jue had unfolded the letter paper, Yin Hongyu felt anxious, and rushed towards Wen Jue with his whole body.

Wen Jue's body didn't have any internal strength to support him, so he stepped back three steps in a row after being hit by him without any light or weight. He stepped on the edge of the corridor, and his whole body fell backward without buffer.

The moment he fell down, Wen Jue thought to himself, no wonder the death rate of this ancient man was so high, it would be a miracle if he could live a long life after suffering like this all day long.

The foundation of this house is not too short, and there is still someone on Wen Jue's body. It is inevitable to fall and get injured. Wen Jue even started to close his eyes and wait for the pain to come. However, in the next second, he felt his body being crushed by a wave. The strength reversed, so that when he landed, he didn't feel the expected pain.

Wen Jue opened his eyes, and saw a fair and delicate face, but the features were tightly knit together, as if it was about to wrinkle into a pleated bun.

"Why are you in a daze, you still can't get up, you want to crush the hall?"

The strong reprimand brought Wen Jue back to his senses.

He hurriedly supported the ground and straightened up, his always clear eyes showed a bit of bewilderment.

Seeing the young man on the ground tightly clutching the back of his head with his backhand, his lips turned white from the pain, Wen Jue subconsciously asked, "Where did your Highness hurt?"

The sudden gentle tone made Yin Hongyu stunned for a moment. After he realized it, he said dully, "My head hurts a lot. I must have knocked on something."

Wen Jue asked again: "Is there any discomfort in other places?"

Yin Hongyu felt himself, and said, "It's gone."

Wen Jue asked Yin Hongyu again if he was dizzy, and after getting a negative answer, he stretched out his hand to support Yin Hongyu's body, then pulled away his hand covering the back of his head, and seeing the injury there, Wen Jue couldn't help but slightly frowned.

When Yin Hongyu fell down just now, he hit a small stone, the back of his head was broken, and a lot of blood flowed from the wound. Because of the color of his hair, it was not obvious, but the blood flowed down all the way, staining the neckline of Yin Hongyu's clothes became red.

Thinking of the scene just now, Wen Jue looked at Yin Hongyu with more complicated eyes.

——Although his body is only in his teens, his soul has wandered around the world for decades. How could he not know that what Yin Hongyu said just now was just an excuse, but if he was not worried about the emperor blaming him, what other reason would he have? How could this arrogant dandy make such a sacrifice for Ichigo?

"Hey, why are you in a daze?" Yin Hongyu asked.

Wen Jue came back to his senses, and suddenly said: "Thank you just now, Your Highness."

Yin Hongyu always felt that Wen Jue was a fake, unreal, but this was the first time he saw a serious expression in a man's eyes.

An inexplicable strangeness rose in Yin Hongyu's heart, but his mouth was still a bit unforgiving: "There is nothing to thank, you think this hall is willing to save you, look at you weak body, this hall is afraid that you will fall Dead...Although you really deserve to die, but if you really die, the royal father's hall will not be able to explain it for a while, really, it's troublesome!"

The little mouth, which had regained some of its blood color, opened and closed in front of Wen Jue's eyes, looking really vivid.

Wen Jue watched with a smile in his eyes. When the other party finished speaking, he stood up from the bed, but just as he turned around, his sleeve was suddenly grabbed by a force.

Wen Jue turned around: "Is there anything else your Highness wants?"

Yin Hongyu's eyes fell on Wen Jue's hand, a bit of confusion flashed across his face, and he didn't speak for a long time, but he didn't say anything, but Wen Jue understood what he meant.

"Your Highness wants this, and the lower officials offended you earlier!" Wen Jue said, handed over the paper ball in his palm, then turned and walked out the door.

Yin Hongyu watched Wen Jue's back disappear at the door, unfolded the paper again, saw the situation on the paper, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but immediately, an unspeakable feeling of dullness and loss arose in his heart.

Perhaps this is God’s will. The piece of paper fell into the water before. If you open it quickly, you may still be able to see the content, but after all this tossing, the handwriting on the paper fainted into ink blobs at some point, let alone carelessness. , that is, I can't read a word clearly.

After a while, Wen Jue came back, followed by two servant girls, one was holding a washbasin, the other was holding a tray with bandages and some wound medicines in the tray, apparently to treat Yin Hongyu's wounds.

In the process of applying the medicine, the two maids, for some reason, hurt Yin Hongyu's wound for a while, spilled the medicine to be applied to Yin Hongyu's head for a while, and even almost knocked the washbasin to the ground. After coming down, Yin Hongyu was completely impatient, and said angrily: "Will you do something, and if you can't do it well, get out?"

The maids were startled by him, and knelt down on the ground with a puff, but their eyes were cautiously and furtively glanced at Wen Jue.

When Wen Jue met their terrified eyes, he suddenly realized.

——Could it be that these two little girls are in such a hurry because they are too nervous here?

Thinking so, Wen Jue said: "I will go out for a while, the general, you two will treat his wound well."

Seeing that he didn't seem to want to blame him, the maids breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded their heads again and again.

Seeing this, Wen Jue was about to leave, but Yin Hongyu said, "No need for them."

Wen Jue said: "The weather is hot, if your wound is not treated in time, it will be easily infected."

Yin Hongyu frowned and said: "These two girls are so clumsy that I... I am dying of pain, let them go out, and you give me medicine." Yin Hongyu has not disclosed her true identity to the outside world, so in these In front of people, he is always called "Young Master".

But taking the medicine was not an excessive request, and Wen Jue agreed after thinking about it for the sake of this person's injury.

Since he came here, he could hardly count the number of slaps on the front and back of the injured place. He was already familiar with how to deal with the wounds. It didn't take much effort. Wen Jue wrapped Yin Hongyu's head well. Yin Hongyu didn't even How do you feel the pain.

It's just that Wen Jue's eyes were calm throughout the bandaging process, which made Yin Hongyu a little depressed.

When Wen Jue was wiping his hands with the handkerchief, Yin Hongyu couldn't help complaining: "I really don't know what you are thinking in your heart?"

Wen Jue turned his face and said, "Why did Your Highness say that?"