The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

Wen Jue's eyebrows twitched, and he immediately asked, "Where's the carrier pigeon?

"Master, don't worry, the carrier pigeon has been killed by his subordinates." As Fei Hu said, he put one hand into his bosom, took out a thin bamboo tube and handed it to Wen Jue.

Wen Jue took out a letter from the bamboo tube. More precisely, it was a narrow note. There were only eight simple characters on the note, but these eight characters almost made Wen Jue's next words The action fell short.

"Things have been exposed, quickly transfer"

Wen Jue squeezed the note into a ball, and looked at the middle-aged man who was thrown on the ground by the arc like a trash.

This man was of medium height and looked extraordinarily thin, with sunken cheeks and protruding cheekbones, and a goatee on his chin. He had a recognizable appearance, so Wen Jue recognized him as Liu at the first sight. That master Feng under the magistrate.

Master Feng already thought he was doomed when he was caught by Fei Hu, but now that he was swept away by Wen Jue's indifferent eyes, his heart collapsed completely in an instant, and he fell to the ground shaking like a sieve, saying everything Don't come out, let alone beg for mercy.

He is a bit smart, and he has made a lot of "contributions" by Mr. Liu's side these years. Wen Jue has once again seen how terrifying his identity is in people's hearts.

"Do you still want to live?" Wen Jue didn't say anything, just waited silently for the master to calm down, and then asked lightly.

Upon hearing the words, Master Feng, who was full of despair, suddenly raised his head, and the light of hope was rekindled in those slender eyes.

For this kind of people, Wen Jue wanted to make it clear that the benefits come together, and the benefits go away. All actions are just for their own sake. In their hearts, the word loyalty has no value.

So in the following time, in order to save his life and hinder Wen Jue's intimidating power, Master Feng, what should be explained and what should not be explained, as long as he knew, Mr. Liu shook off all the things.

After Wen Jue raised his hand and pressed a bright red finger print on the testimony, Wen Jue asked someone to drag him down with a blank expression.

An hour later, Wen Jue's door was knocked for the third time.

The person who came back this time was Xiaoyang.

"You haven't healed yet, why did you come out?" Wen Jue said.

Xiao Yang's face turned pale, and he said: "Master, His Highness Ninth Highness broke out in the atrium and injured many of our guards. The scene is in chaos now, please take a look."

Wen Jue has a headache, what is this Seventh Highness doing.

Wen Jue followed Xiaoyang to the atrium, and heard the other party tell what happened.

About two quarters of an hour ago, Yin Hongyu planned to climb over the wall from a hidden corner of the atrium. Because he was discovered, he fought with the patrolling soldiers. The soldiers did not dare to attack too hard due to his identity, and the two sides were in a stalemate. No matter what, the trouble has come to this day, and everyone really has no choice but to call Wen Jue over.

However, when Wen Jue arrived, there was no sign of Yin Hongyu at all outside the door of the guards who were moaning and crying with their arms and legs on the ground.

"Where are people?" Wen Jue asked. "

A guard let go of his bloody arm that was whipped, knelt down on one knee and said, "Your subordinates are not doing their job well, and they didn't stop His Highness Seventh. Lord Geng has chased him out now."

Wen Jue frowned, and the inexplicable uneasiness came to his heart again, and he immediately asked, "Which direction?"

The guard said, "It's the direction out of the city."

Wen Jue thought about it, and immediately decided to go over to see the situation. Anyway, he has almost arranged things here.

Thinking so, Wen Jue finally gave Xiao Yang a few brief words, then turned around and left the mansion.

Xiaoyang remembered the sound of horseshoes outside the courtyard, so he asked someone to bring a horse quickly, but when he brought the horse to the door, Wen Jue was no longer outside.

Yin Hongyu hadn't been away for a long time, and because his mount was kept in the government office and could not be taken out, the horse under his seat was found by someone temporarily, and his speed was far inferior to his own mount, so that he practiced the ability to not break the attack. Wen Jue, it didn't take long to catch up.

Geng Changqing was so focused on chasing Yin Hongyu that he didn't notice Wen Jue behind him at all, until a hoarse voice rang in his ear: "Changqing."

Geng Changqing turned his head suddenly. When he saw Wen Jue, he was stunned for a moment, and then he said in surprise: "Master, why are you..."

Wen Jue said: "You go back to assist Xiaoyang, don't worry about this side, and then gather at the place arranged by the general in advance." Before Geng Changqing had time to say another sentence, the people around him rushed out of the old man like a gust of wind. Far.

Wen Jue quickly caught up with Yin Hongyu, but when he was about to approach, he suddenly changed his focus.

——Wen Jue wanted to see what was the most important thing that made this Seventh Highness run out at such a time at such a cost!

However, as the journey changed, Wen Jue's state of mind changed differently.

Wen Jue found out that the place where Yin Hongyu went was exactly where he had placed Uncle Wang and Ergou Wang.

That's fine, what surprised Wen Jue the most was that when they were about to rush to the mountain, a flame shot up into the sky in the distance.

Wen Jue thought of the description in the book, and his mind exploded for a moment. He no longer cared about hiding his figure, and caught up with Yin Hongyu in one fell swoop, and found an opportunity to jump on the opponent's horse.

Yin Hongyu was originally focused on the fire in the distance, and he didn't realize that there was someone behind him at all. When the heat suddenly came from behind him, one can imagine the degree of weirdness.

Even though he was so brave, he also had goosebumps all over his body.

He took a deep breath and was about to turn his head when a voice came from his ear: "Where are you going, Your Highness?"

The voice was deep and hoarse, like a ghost, but when it fell into Yin Hongyu's ears, it made him heave a sigh of relief.

However, this relaxed mood didn't last long, because Yin Hongyu suddenly realized that what he was going to do now, he absolutely couldn't let Wen Jue know, but the current situation obviously couldn't be concealed.

Yin Hongyu didn't know what to say, so he struggled for a while, but didn't say the last word.

In the silence, Yin Hongyu suddenly felt something hard on his waist. He looked down and saw that it was a cold dagger.

"You..." Yin Hongyu's heart suddenly turned cold, "What do you mean?"

"what have you done?"

Listening to his icy voice, Yin Hongyu felt his heart go cold.

Wen Jue couldn't wait for an answer for a long time, so the dagger in his hand increased a bit.

Yin Hongyu said: "Wen Chongzhou, do you know what crime it is to murder the emperor's heir?"

Wen Jue said: "Bare mountains and wild mountains, as long as I don't tell, who do you think will know?"

Yin Hongyu always knew that Wen Jue didn't take him seriously as a prince, but at this moment, this person didn't even use his honorific title.

He suddenly felt very angry in his heart, and blurted out: "For that little beggar, you want to take the life of this hall, Wen Chongzhou, how is that kid worthy of you?"

"You really know?"

"I..." Yin Hongyu couldn't argue for a moment, and Wen Jue didn't give him a chance to argue, and continued to ask, "What did you do?"

When the matter came to an end, Yin Hongyu knew that he could no longer hide it, so he said truthfully, "Brother Erhuang knew the identity of the child, and has already sent a killer there. Judging by the current situation, I'm afraid it's already..."

As he spoke, he felt the aura of the person behind him condense quickly. Yin Hongyu subconsciously seemed to explain something, but in the next second, he felt that there was nothing behind him.

Yin Hongyu watched the man rushing towards the distance like a gust of wind, and quickly disappeared, feeling only entangled and sore in his heart.

The closer he got, the colder Wen Jue became, because he found that the place where the fire broke out in the distance was the residence he had arranged for Wang Ergou and his grandfather.

Wen Jue has a bad heart. Since he was a child, he was warned by his doctor and father to control his emotions and not to be excited. As time goes on, there are very few things that can arouse waves in his heart.

This was the first time that he was so nervous because of something, and his heartbeat kept beating in his chest, like a drum.

After going on like this for a while, he felt his fingertips start to go numb, and at the same time, his chest was in severe pain, and even breathing became difficult.

"It's okay, it won't happen again!" Wen Jue settled down, supported a big tree, repeated several times in his heart, forced himself to calm down, and then rushed towards the burning courtyard in one breath.

After about half an hour, Wen Jue finally arrived at his destination.

Just as he was about to push open the courtyard door, the mountain wooden door suddenly opened from the inside, and then Wang Ergou's thin body bumped into his leg.

The child took a step back due to inertia, and subconsciously raised his head after standing still. When he saw the person coming, his ugly face lost all color in an instant.

Before Wen Jue understood the reason for his reaction, a heart-piercing cry pierced the sky.

When Wang Ergou heard the voice, his thin body paused, and after a while, he turned his head stiffly.

"Grandpa—" The moment he saw the picture in the courtyard clearly, he couldn't help but exclaimed, and the next second, he rushed out regardless.

In the sky full of flames, corpses were lying all over the ground in disorder in the courtyard. Uncle Wang was lying in a state of embarrassment among these stumped limbs and broken arms. Blood lay down from his body and flowed into countless winding streams on the brown ground. The creeks gradually converged and stretched far away.

And if you look carefully, you will find that his hands have been cut off from the arm, and the gurgling blood flowed out from the severed wound, and the lower half of the arms are tight. It is tightly wrapped around the legs of a man in black standing in the shade of the old man.

After the old man cried out in pain, he couldn't bear the pain and fell into a coma. The expression of astonishment and worry seemed to be still hanging on the face full of vicissitudes of time, which had not disappeared for a long time.