I rely on the fans to save my life [Transmigration Book]

The little emperor was drunk but refused to lie down quietly. After being carried to the inn by Wen Jiyun and lay down, he stretched out his arms to hug Wen Jiyun and cried all night, saying a lot of incoherent words, tears were all on Wen Jiyun's arms.

Sure enough, when he is unconscious and no one else is around, when he doesn't need to deliberately pretend, he is a spoiled crybaby.

Wen Jiyun wanted to distinguish carefully what the little emperor was saying, but he couldn't even complete a sentence when he listened carefully, as if he was in another world when he was dreaming.

Although he couldn't hear what he was saying clearly, Wen Jiyun coaxed him all night without closing his eyes.

It wasn't until the sky became light that the little emperor fell asleep peacefully. Wen Jiyun was a little sleepy, but he didn't fall asleep. He covered the little emperor with a quilt, turned around and went downstairs gently.

The shop downstairs was just about to open, and the waiter was pulling the door bolt. Seeing Wen Jiyun coming downstairs, he asked with a smile, "Guest officer, why did you get up so early?"

Wen Jiyun asked, "Where is the kitchen? I want a bowl of porridge."

The waiter hadn't answered yet, a young man who was patrolling the lobby hurried forward and said, "I'm the shopkeeper here, and the kitchen hasn't started work yet. If the guest officer doesn't mind waiting, I'll Go ask the cook to get up and cook it for the guest officer."

"It's okay." Wen Jiyun said, "I can do it myself."

The shopkeeper said: "Then guest officer, please follow me to the back kitchen."

Wen Jiyun nodded slightly, and followed the shopkeeper to the back kitchen.

The back kitchen is located in the backyard of the inn, and you need to enter through the lobby. The backyard is surrounded by walls on three sides. In order to prevent people from overturning the walls and stealing, the walls are covered with sharp gravel.

The streets that fall asleep late at night wake up late in the morning.At this time, it was still early, and there was no sound of people on the street outside the wall, and the surroundings were rare and quiet.

The cooks at the inn also just got up, and they were wearing aprons and washing knives in the kitchen, ready to start work.

Seeing the shopkeeper bring Wen Jiyun in, everyone stopped what they were doing, stood up one by one, and after making sure that there was no one else around, they all knelt down.

The shopkeeper also knelt on the ground, but no one dared to call Wen Jiyun loudly.

Only people wept silently.

Wen Jiyun asked them to stand up, bowed in person and bowed: "Everyone has worked hard, I am here to thank you."

"What is your Highness talking about?" A cook sobbed softly, "The country is like this, who can survive alone. If His Highness hadn't sacrificed himself to swallow, we still don't know what will happen when the city of Yujing is destroyed."

"The prince has suffered so much for us. We only wish to repay the prince with our lives. How dare we say hard work. It is we who should be grateful to His Highness."

"The great cause has not been accomplished, so why dare to say bitterness. The country is so far, and the loneliness cannot be blamed." Wen Jiyun said while leaning down to pick up the dry firewood on the ground, "It is very comforting to have all of you like this."

Someone stepped forward to take the dry firewood from Wen Jiyun's hand, lit a fire on the stove, and poured rice and water into the pot.

Wen Jiyun sat on the stool in the kitchen for a while and waited for the porridge to boil. The shopkeeper took out a neatly folded piece of paper from the lapel, with a bank note folded behind it, and handed it to Wen Jiyun: "This is the material needed by the three armed forces. Your Highness, please give your instructions."

Wen Jiyun carefully looked at the contents on the list, then looked at the bank note, and asked, "Take a withdrawal of 100 million taels for now, should it be enough?"

"Enough." The shopkeeper replied.

Wen Jiyun ordered someone to fetch pen and ink, signed the bank note, and handed it back to the shopkeeper.

Before Kaesong surrendered, Wen Jiyun emptied the national treasury, converted all items into silver coins, and deposited them in dozens of commercial banks for the restoration of the country.

He never puts all his eggs in one basket, and always prepares with multiple hands.Even if a few of the firms collapsed, it would not shake the foundation for him.

Withdrawing a million taels is nothing more than a matter of his signature now.

Even if the business is closed, he has innumerable treasures hidden in temples and temples in famous mountains and rivers, and even cave mausoleums in underground rivers.

Except for himself, any trusted loyal minister can only know part of it, and the part he knows will not exceed one-third of the total.

Wen Jiyun always has to be fully prepared for multiple actions.This is not only true of funds and materials, but also of employment.

Wen Jiyun's best undercover lurking in the palace is Li Fengjun, but he is not the only one undercover.An undercover agent is in a dangerous situation, and the probability of damage is very high. No matter how well concealed an undercover agent is, there is still an accident.So even if he completely trusts Li Fengjun, he will not put all the intelligence work on him alone.

There are more than one intelligence office in the capital.

Even if a few people or even one or two intelligence points are lost, his foundation cannot be shaken at all.

The ministers of Yan State tortured him and asked him where he hid the treasury, and asked him how many undercover agents he had in Yan State, but he didn't reveal a word, only saying that the years of fighting had long been empty.As for the undercover agent, the king of his subjugated country has lost his heart, and no one will work for him.

Later, when he came to the little emperor's side, the little emperor didn't ask him anything, so no one had the opportunity to force him to question him.

Instead, he took advantage of the tea and poured water to quietly glance at the memorial. Although many ministers mentioned these matters, they were all dismissed by the little emperor with his seal.

The little emperor would play petty temper with him on small things and keep saying he wanted to punish him, but when it came to those big things, he was blocked by himself silently, without mentioning a word to him.

While waiting for the porridge to boil, he listened to the innkeeper's report on the situation in various parts of the country.

After Yuan Yizhou left the south, it was a good opportunity for his troops to grow stronger, but in terms of restoring the country, his power was still too weak.With the right time and place, he still lacks an opportunity.

This opportunity may be within a year or two, or it may require him to continue to endure dormancy and wait for ten or eight years.

Now all he has to do is to strengthen himself, stand still, and wait for the opportunity.

After Wen Jiyun finished handling all the matters reported by the innkeeper, the porridge on the stove was almost ready.

Wen Jiyun opened the lid of the pot and steamed an egg, a plate of pastries and a stack of side dishes in the pot.Then he took a look around, went straight to the water tank in the kitchen, and picked up a small bag of shrimp with a small net.

Under the puzzled eyes of the undercover agents who pretended to be cooks and shopkeepers, Wen Jiyun cleaned the shrimp by himself, picked out the shrimp thread, beat the egg liquid to coat the surface of the shrimp, and then took it to another pan in the kitchen for oiling. fry.

Everyone just came back to their senses.

Your Highness must be eating rice bran and swallowing vegetables in the palace, living a poor life, and want to eat fried shrimp.

A bearded cook hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Your Highness wants to eat fried shrimp? Why do you need to do it yourself, let the subordinates come down!"

Wen Jiyun said: "I will do it myself."

His Royal Highness wants to cook by himself, and the others dare not be idle, rushing to add firewood to the fire.

When the fried shrimp was ready, Wen Jiyun took the cooked porridge out into a bowl, and put the pastries, side dishes, and fried shrimp on the plate himself.

The diet in the morning is suitable for a light meal, and a small plate of breakfast looks pretty good.

"Your Highness won't eat?" the bearded cook asked in amazement, "Could it be for the little tyrant upstairs?"

Wen Jiyun glanced at him, but said nothing.

Now everyone understands.That's what the little tyrant who's lounging upstairs wants to eat.

It is estimated that the little tyrant woke up early in the morning and clamored to eat this and that, without moving a muscle, and asked their highness the crown prince to come downstairs in person and cook for him in the kitchen.

This is simply deceiving too much. Is it tolerable or unbearable to really treat their most respected and beloved Crown Prince as a slave?

"Your Highness, this little tyrant has done a lot of evil. He has done so many unconscionable things to His Highness, and now he has ruined His Highness's reputation, and even ordered His Highness to serve him personally..." A tall and thin cook stepped forward and took out a A pack of medicinal powder, said to Wen Jiyun indignantly:

"Although you can't kill him according to His Highness's plan, but with such a great opportunity like today, it's better to give him some medicine, so that he will suffer retribution. This is enough for him to suffer from abdominal pain for a day..."

Wen Jiyun frowned, and reprimanded in a cold voice: "Back off, don't mess around."

"Your Highness..." The thin and tall cook sighed and said, "Your Highness certainly has his own considerations, but the enemy is in front, how can he swallow this breath!"

"Small intolerance can lead to big plans." Wen Jiyun picked up the food plate and said, "If there is no order in the future, you must not make any claims, especially for Long Aotang."

"Your Highness, bear him up to this point today." The thin and tall cook said, "In the future, I will definitely tear this little tyrant into pieces to relieve His Highness!"

Wen Jiyun didn't speak, just took the food plate and left.

The tall and thin cook looked at the back of Wen Jiyun leaving alone, turned around and asked the shopkeeper, "Why does it feel like His Highness is so cold today, seems a little unhappy?"

The shopkeeper said: "Just say a few words less. Your Highness has endured enough hard work around that little tyrant, and you still talk so much to disturb him. How can Your Highness be happy?"

"Your Highness has always disliked boastful talk, and likes people who do things." The shopkeeper patted the tall and thin cook on the shoulder, and said, "If you really want to avenge Your Highness, don't talk about these words."

"When this little tyrant is punished in the future, it will be enough to go up and chop him a few times for His Highness."

……

Everyone in the back kitchen over there is planning to chop the little tyrant a few more times in the future.

The little tyrant lying on the bed in the guest room still didn't know that he had been charged several times by many people, and he slept peacefully until the sun was up.

Because of the effect of the alcohol, Ruan Tang woke up very late, and the golden sunlight shone from the window to the bed, and he opened his eyes leisurely.

In front of him was a strange room, and there was no one around him.

Ruan Tang got up from the bed in astonishment, looked at the surrounding environment, and based on his experience in watching TV dramas, he felt that this was a guest room in an ancient inn.

He didn't know what was going on, he was obviously with Wen Jiyun last night, why did Wen Jiyun disappear, why did he leave him here alone.

Or did he take a nap and travel to another world?

But don't play with it like this.

In the little tyrant's world, at least he knew Wen Jiyun, but in another world, he didn't know anyone, making it even more difficult for him to move forward.

Ruan Tang panicked.

The door of the guest room was closed. After careful consideration, he decided to get up and open the door to take a look at the situation outside.

As soon as the door opened, Ruan Tang bumped into Wen Jiyun who was going upstairs with breakfast to open the door.

Seeing the person standing at the door, Ruan Tang felt as if a hanging stone fell to the ground, feeling very at ease.

Wen Jiyun is not only his idol, but also the person he is most familiar with in this world and his spiritual pillar.Being able to see Wen Jiyun was the most worthwhile thing for him to travel through.

The four eyes met, and they were speechless for a moment.

Ruan Tang was stunned for a while, then quickly stepped back to make way for Wen Jiyun.

Wen Jiyun walked into the room and put the breakfast on the table.

Ruan Tang saw that the food plate contained a bowl of porridge, an egg, a stack of small pastries, and a small plate of fried shrimp.

He vaguely remembered that he told Wen Jiyun that he had finished eating fried shrimp, but it seemed that it was more than half a month ago, when he was still seriously ill, and Wen Jiyun flatly rejected it.

At this time, it has been so long, if he hadn't seen this plate of fried shrimp, even he himself would have forgotten that he wanted to eat fried shrimp.

Did Wen Jiyun always remember it?

Ruan Tang didn't know what complicated feelings he had in his heart for a moment.After my parents left, if I had a real brother, would I remember what I like and take care of myself like this?But why does Wen Jiyun remember?Is my idol such a person who repays evil with virtue?

Ruan Tang suddenly felt that his nose was a little sour, and raised his head to silently glance at Wen Jiyun.

This person will sincerely persuade him when he does something wrong, he will help him when he is in danger, he will silently accompany him when he is alone, he will remember what he even forgot what he said he wanted to eat .

He suddenly wished that Wen Jiyun was really his elder brother, and that he would treat others differently from himself.

But all this is nothing but fantasy.In this world, Wen Jiyun is very kind to everyone, and everyone likes Wen Jiyun very much.

If Wen Jiyun treats anyone a little differently, Wen Jiyun only has one serious cousin, the Fu Wang Wen Xize who is still hiding in the south.In order to protect him, Wen Jiyun suffered so many tortures in the prison, and he refused to reveal his whereabouts.

That is his younger brother, the one he wants to protect with his life.

He is an enemy who still needs Wen Jiyun's forbearance and cannot be hacked to death for the time being.

In fact, when he first crossed, Ruan Tang reminded himself not to be tempted by Wen Jiyun's love, to stay away from him, and not to have any thoughts of getting close to him.

But as time went by, Ruan Tang discovered that Wen Jiyun's kindness was like a poison wrapped in honey, and a rose with sharp thorns hidden in it.Even if he knew it was poison | medicine, even if he knew it had hidden thorns, he couldn't help wanting it.Moreover, he knew that he would never get it, and he felt very sad in his heart.

He finally understood the tyrant scumbag in the original text. He knew that he hadn't really made Wen Jiyun surrender. He knew that Wen Jiyun was being hypocritical. Little by little fell into Wen Jiyun's trap, and the country and life were taken away by Wen Jiyun's gentle trap.

The original owner was not lustful and misleading the country, nor was he self-willed.Probably he had the same thought about Wen Jiyun as himself: why can't he have a special place in Wen Jiyun's heart that is different from others?

Once such an idea is moved, especially as a king, it is doomed to lose completely.

Because Wen Jiyun looks gentle, but is a cold-hearted person, it is impossible to have any real affection for him.

But Ren is ruthless and touching.

Ruan Tang knew clearly in his heart that the thought he had just thought was terrible.

If he can't control himself, even if he is so different from the original owner Zha Gong, even if he has been trying to treat Wen Jiyun better these days, he will end up with the original owner Zha Gong in the end.

He has to calm down and be rational.

He must treat himself better than Wen Jiyun, but be more ruthless to himself than Wen Jiyun, in order to remain invincible.

However, some things are simply beyond his control.

Xishan Palace

A group of heavily armed men and horses stopped in front of the palace in an orderly manner.

Although there are only a few hundred soldiers, they are well-trained and disciplined.The steps are neat and orderly, and there is only a neat sound when the footsteps stop, and there is no noise.The golden light of the sun is reflected on the tight armor and the sharp long knife, like a divine soldier descending from the sky.

A leading young general dismounted first, untied his saber respectfully in front of the gate of the palace, ran up the stone steps, and arrived at the gate of the emperor's palace to announce.

"The last general was ordered by General Yuan to come to see His Majesty!" said the young general, "General Yuan is already at the foot of the mountain, and he will arrive in person in less than a quarter of an hour!"

When Li Zhongguo heard this, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and he still smiled and agreed: "Okay, your majesty has long been thinking about General Yuan."

It wasn't that he didn't want to find an excuse to refuse, it was General Yuan, he would never refuse.

Last night General Yuan sent a school lieutenant to fail to see the little emperor, so this morning he sent a young general to report directly.He said it was "asking for an audience", but in fact he had already come up the mountain without even asking the little emperor if he would like to be interviewed.This young general was just a sounding board to remind him "I'm almost there, you wait for me", and he couldn't refuse the fact that General Yuan had already come up the mountain.

Sure enough, less than a quarter of an hour later, two rows of sergeants in black armor strode up the mountain one after another, lined up on both sides.

Fortunately, I still know how to respect the emperor, and I have untied my saber at the foot of the mountain, and never carried it up the mountain.

Li Zhongguo secretly sweated.Although General Yuan has always been arrogant and arrogant, at this moment he still respects the little emperor a little bit.

But if he learns that the little emperor and Wen Jiyun haven't returned overnight, he doesn't know what will happen.

Two rows of sergeants flanked the road all day long, only to hear the sound of steady and powerful footsteps.

A general in black armor slowly stepped up the stone steps and walked up to the palace gate.

He wears a jet-black four-foot-long sword chiseled with gold all over his waist, and a dark red cloak is blown by the mountain wind.Half of the long hair was tied up, with a thin braid hanging on the left side, and a blood-red coral bead dangled from the end of the hair.

This general is obviously of half alien blood, and his long hair is different from the jet black of the Han people, with natural curls in the brownish red.

The facial features are as deep as a chisel, and the skin is as white as white jade.

A pair of deep purple eyes, like a dark night filled with blood.

Even if he wasn't on the battlefield, he couldn't hold back his chilling aura, like a bloodbath Shura from the depths of hell.

It was General Yuan Yizhou.

Yuan Yizhou's deep purple eyes swept across Li Zhongguo coldly, and his voice was like a bell: "Where is Your Majesty?"

Li Zhongguo was trembling in his heart, he forced himself to reply calmly: "Your Majesty is washing up, please go to the front hall to drink tea and rest first."

He Yicheng, who was following behind, quickly ran up to catch up, and said flatteringly in Yuan Yizhou's ear: "General, the general manager is clearly deceiving the general. The last general has heard the people in the palace whispering about it." , His Majesty and Wen Jiyun went out to play alone, and did not return all night." The author has something to say: Thank you 49560673, the profile picture is me, are you dissatisfied?A mine with a classmate of the genius Pai Daxing (reminder)!Thanks QAQ

Today is a holiday due to the typhoon, so I slept hard last night, from ten o'clock to seven o'clock, very happy.Then get up and code word code to now!I think I can live a chapter! (big...probably ok)