The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

Wen Jue almost lost his voice in pain, cold sweat broke out immediately, and the hand holding the child loosened.

As soon as he let go, the child immediately took the opportunity to slip off his shoulders, and when he landed because his legs were weak, he fell to the ground with his buttocks. The survival instinct supported him to get up in one breath, and fled to a place far away from Wen Jue.

But he was too weak, and he walked for a long time with all his strength, but when he looked back, it was only a short distance.

But what made the child a little relieved was that the weird man seemed to stay where he was and did not catch up.

He only looked at the man for a few seconds, and the other party noticed his gaze, and raised his head in the next second.

His eyes intersected in the air, and a complicated expression slowly appeared in the man's eye exposed outside the black cloak. From the boy's point of view, he should be irritated by himself.

Thinking of this, he didn't dare to delay any longer, and just wanted to leave quickly, but when he turned around, the man suddenly spat blood on the ground.

Before he could finish spitting out this mouthful of old blood, Wen Jue couldn't stop coughing violently.

Back then, when Han Jiaojiao and his cheap little brother tried to kill each other, he had never been so excited, but at this moment, Wen Jue felt that he was going to be killed by this little kid who had only met for less than an hour up.

Thinking of this, Wen Jue didn't bother to look at the brat again, turned around, walked to the tree just now and sat down.

The pain in the lungs eased a bit, and the injury on the shoulder became clearer again.

Wen Jue loosened his clothes a little, exposing his left shoulder from under his clothes. The blood had soaked into the bandages, and his eyes hurt from the bright white sun.

He untied the bandage with difficulty, took out a bottle of burn medicine from his clothes, and sprinkled it on his wound with unsteady hands.

"You are hurt?"

Wen Jue shook his hand, and poured a bottle of medicinal powder onto his shoulder.

He raised his eyes, and a black and thin figure was reflected in his right eye. The other person was staring at a pair of big eyes, looking at the bloody place on his shoulder in shock.

Do you dare to make some noise when you walk?

"Why are you back, aren't you afraid of me?" Wen Jue didn't answer his words, and asked in a neutral manner, but his attitude has already been calculated, and if someone else is in this scene of the farmer and the snake, "being caught "Farmer" once, maybe just slap the little white-eyed snake to death.

The child pursed his lips and said nothing.

Seeing this, Wen Jue lowered his head to clean up the wound. Everything was fine before, but he got stuck at the last step—he couldn't put on the bandage!

After several attempts to no avail, just when he was about to give up, the child standing a few steps away said: "I will."

Wen Jue was a little surprised that this little wolf cub actually took the initiative to talk to him. After a pause, he said, "Do you still know this?"

The child said proudly, "Don't underestimate me?"

Wen Jue picked up the empty bottle on the ground and flew towards the child, but he didn't know what to do on purpose, and the little porcelain bottle hit the child's feet, not even a hair on his face.

But if this is the case, the child is already unhappy: "You bastard, I am kind enough to help..."

Wen Jue interrupted him: "Whose father are you?"

A daze flashed across the child's face, as if he didn't understand the meaning of his words.

Wen Jue looked at his small face, sighed for a while, and said, "Come here."

The boy said stiffly: "What are you doing?"

Wen Jue: "Aren't you going to help me?" There is no need to rush to promote the protagonist or something. We have a bright future ahead of us. The most urgent thing now is to bandage his shoulders.

Although according to the energy of that system, there is hope for his injury to heal, but before it heals, he can't let it inflame and rot!

The child walked over step by step, pinched one end of the bandage, untied Wen Jue's messy bandage, and then wrapped it up again.

At first, he still had a cool face, but gradually, the expression on that face became more and more ugly.

As long as he can remember, the child has lived with his grandfather. He has experienced many years of wars in Dashang Kingdom, famines, beatings, robbing, and serious injuries, but in his life these years, he has never seen Well, there was a person who was seriously injured like this guy in front of him, but he didn't even say a word.

"You... don't you hurt?" After finally tying a tight slipknot, the child finally couldn't help asking this sentence.

Wen Jue raised his eyes and saw that the child's eyes were flushed, and the word sympathy was almost written on his forehead. For some reason, at that moment, he felt a sense of relief.

Even if this kid still has a little conscience, he shouldn't be so crooked that he can't get it back!

"Hey, I asked you something, why didn't you answer?"

Wen Jue said: "In the future, you are not allowed to call yourself 'Lao Tzu'. Get rid of your foul language."

The child said: "You care about me?"

Wen Jue lowered his voice and deliberately threatened him: "Aren't you afraid that I will destroy you?"

The child's face froze, and then he turned his face to the side: "If you don't say it, you don't say it." He had never heard of the word "being wise and protecting one's life", but the many years of wandering life had already made him realize the essence of it.

Seeing his awkward look, Wen Jue thought it was a bit amusing, and couldn't help but reached out and touched the child's messy head: "That's right, this is a cute and good boy."

The child dodged his hand at once: "I'm not cute." His mouth was hard, but two touches of suspicious red appeared on that little dirty face.

Wen Jue: "..." Well, this look of flaring teeth and waving claws is really not cute. He must have been obsessed with ghosts just now to say such words.

Seeing him frowning, the child added: "Also, my meat doesn't taste good at all, so don't think about eating me!"

Wen Jue: "Eat you?"

The boy said: "Don't think I don't know what your plan is, you just want to eat me, otherwise, why did you take off my clothes before?"

Wen Jue opened his mouth, and was about to say something when a sentence suddenly floated in his mind.

In the 18th year of Tianji, there was no drop of water in March in the north, and the farmers had no harvest.

This is a description of the protagonist's childhood life background in "The Emperor's Strategy".

Wen Jue suddenly understood why the child was so wary of him before - was he afraid that he would carry him back and eat him?

"Don't worry, I won't eat you." Wen Jueru unconsciously lowered his voice, then added after a pause, "I won't let you be eaten by others."

His body is actually not big, he is only seventeen, his voice has just undergone a voice change period, and his voice should be nice, and then he deliberately lowered the tone like this, giving people a very gentle feeling.

In the child's memory, no one had ever said such a thing to him in such a gentle tone, and there was a feeling of novelty and soreness in his heart for no reason.

After a while, he rubbed his nose vigorously and said, "Why?"

"what why?"

The child said, "Why do you say that?"

Wen Jue understood it now, but he understood it, but he couldn't answer it. He couldn't say that because you are the protagonist, I can only achieve my goal by letting you go to the end.

"No reason?" He said for a while, then got up from the ground, "Go back, I should go too."

The child nodded, but only moved once, then stopped again.

The child had a strange expression: "Foot, I have convulsions."

In the end, the child was carried back by Wen Jue.

Because apart from his powerful mouth, his body is too weak, and he would faint after walking a few steps. Wen Jue couldn't bear to watch it anymore, and he didn't have much time to spend here, so he just gave it to him. Put it in your arms.

The child didn't struggle this time, and just let him hug him obediently by lying on his shoulders.

In the past, when I went to the street, I often saw a child being hugged by his father, and I was always very envious, but no one had ever hugged him like this.

It turns out that being held in someone's arms is such a feeling, and the surrounding things become much shorter and smaller!

The child was silent in that novel feeling, when suddenly, a gust of wind blew in his face, filling his nostrils with the strong smell of the man's medicine.

At that time, the child only thought it smelled bad, but many years later, the bitter medicinal smell became the warmest smell in his half-life.

"How did you do it?"

Wen Jue replied casually: "Fire."

The child was silent for a while, and did not continue to ask.

Feeling the light weight on his body, Wen Jue asked him, "How old are you?"

According to the description in the book, this child should be about eight years old now, but judging by his thin and small appearance, it really doesn't look like he is eight years old. It looks like he is only five or six years old at most!

"do not know."

"You don't even know how old you are?"

The child's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he said indifferently: "It's not a big deal, it's rare and strange."

Wen Jue said, "Then what's your name, you should remember that, right?"

"Wang Ergou."

"Ok?"

The child raised his voice a little: "I said my name is Wang Ergou."

The tone was quite aggressive, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with his name at all. Wen Jue even felt that if this kid hadn't suffered from heatstroke and was weak, his voice would have been loud and deafening.

I really don't know what kind of mood this generation of emperor stars who will dominate the world and shock the world in the future will think of this name in the future.

Wang Ergou... This is definitely a rich and colorful history!

Wen Jue said, "Who gave you this name?"

Child: "My grandpa."

Wen Jue couldn't figure out what kind of elder would give his child such a name.

But when he saw the grandpa in the child's mouth, he completely understood.

Wang Ergou's so-called home was a dilapidated thatched cottage. As soon as Wen Jue opened the door, a weak and old voice came from inside: "Ergou, it's Ergou... are you back?"

"Grandpa?" Wang Ergou hurriedly responded, and then struggled to get off Wen Jue.

Wen Jue put him down, watched the child walk in, moved a small wooden table in the corner, there was a hole under it, Wang Ergou took out a clay pot from the small hole, poured out half a bowl of water, Walking to the old man's bed, he was about to feed him and drink, but was suddenly stopped by Wen Jue's hand.

The child froze for a moment, hesitated again, and then said, "Do you want to drink?"