Rebirth: The little puppet emperor, tearing apart the regent with his own hands

Since Yu Wenwen woke up, Su Qing has never entered his camp again. General Zhong Chan has no time to follow Su Qing because he is busy with military affairs. Su Qing no longer leaves the camp, so in addition to reading Zhang Liu's books every day, he There was nothing else to do except reading military books and some miscellaneous notes to pass the time.

The book on the art of war was very boring, and Su Qing could only enjoy reading it. It didn't mean that he would be able to use weapons like a god immediately after reading it. He didn't have that talent.

Of course, if time allows, Su Qing would still prefer to read some novels.

Su Qing was in a trance while holding a volume of "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu. His initial idea was to wait until northern Xinjiang was settled, then return to Kyoto and start rectifying the court.

After the court is cleared, Su Qing wants to develop the economy.

Although it is difficult for Su Qing to build ancient times into a modern society, he can take his time.

If a country wants to progress, it must develop its economy, politics, and culture.

The economy is the main event. Only when the economy develops well can other aspects be developed in the future. After all, the people are hungry, so how can they care about other things?

When the economy develops, Su Qing wants to develop culture. An uncivilized society cannot progress. In modern times, there are nine years of compulsory education for children's enlightenment. In ancient times, at least they had to be able to read.

Only by reading and practicing calligraphy can culture be passed down and the future will have unlimited possibilities.

As for politics…

Su Qing had a headache. Politics was really not his strong point. Su Qing sighed, thinking that he should take it step by step. Maybe he would be lucky enough to have a talent like Shang Yang.

After all, professional matters must be left to professional talents.

At this time, Zhang Liu's voice suddenly sounded outside Su Qing's tent.

Zhang Liu said loudly: "I am a humble minister, Zhang Liu, and I would like to see your Majesty."

Su Qing put down the bamboo slips in his hand, sat upright and said, "Come in."

After a while, Zhang Liu opened the tent curtain and walked in.

Su Qing asked: "What happened?"

Zhang Liu said: "I would like to discuss various matters regarding returning to Beijing with His Majesty, and..."

Su Qing raised an eyebrow: "What else?"

Zhang Liu said: "Also, Master Yuwen would like to meet His Majesty."

Su Qing refused: "No."

Zhang Liu smiled bitterly and said: "Master Yuwen said that although he is in poor health now, he is not dead yet. If His Majesty is unwilling to see him, there is no guarantee that he will do anything..."

Su Qing: "..."

Su Qing said in disbelief: "Does he have masochistic tendencies? Every time I see him, I suppress my murderous intention. Do you know how difficult it is for me to endure it?"

Isn't it good that the water from the well does not interfere with the water from the river? Doesn't he know that when people are inferior to others, it's best to be a human being with your tail between your legs? He must do it in front of me. If he is looking for death, won't you try to persuade him? "

Zhang Liu didn't know what to say. Of course he had tried to persuade him, but when had Lord Yuwen ever listened to him? But he had no choice but to come for Lord Yuwen.

Su Qing got up from his seat angrily, pulled out the long sword hanging on the tent with a "swish" sound, and said coldly to Zhang Liu: "I'm going to get the leg he owes me right now!"

With that said, Su Qing walked outside the tent, and Zhang Liu quickly followed.

On the way, he met someone saluting Su Qing. Su Qing didn't want to pay attention at first, but after thinking about it, he stopped and nodded, and then continued walking to Yu Wenwen's tent.

Less than 500 meters away, there were several people saluting Su Qing, as if they were lining up to stop Su Qing. After going back and forth, Su Qing's anger was almost gone by the time he reached the door of Yu Wenwen's tent. .

He opened the door curtain of Yu Wenwen and saw Yu Wenwen sitting on the bed at a glance. His figure was still very thin. The clothes he wore before were as loose as a sack. horrible.

There is no longer the previous fishy smell in the tent, and even the bed and bedding have been replaced with new ones. There is a faint fragrance floating in the air, which makes people feel relaxed and happy after smelling it.

"Incense?" Su Qing asked with a frown.

Shameless, after the emperor of his country came to the border, it was extremely difficult for him to even take a bath. This man was so arrogant and extravagant that he lit incense.

Yu Wenwen smiled and said, "Yes, how does it taste?"

Su Qing said: "Yes, it is much better than my tent."

Yu Wenwen said: "If your majesty likes it, you can have some taken away later. Or your majesty can just move back to Weichen's place. Anyway, haven't you lived there for a long time before?"

Su Qing didn't know what kind of evil he was holding in his stomach, so he refused: "No need."

Yu Wenzhang said with some regret: "That's such a pity."

Su Qing said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense. You are forcing me to come to see you. What urgent matter do you want to tell me?

Tell me before it's too late. The longer the time goes by, the more eager I am to kill you. If you still want to survive, don't waste any more time..."

Looking at Su Qing who looked impatient, Yu Wenzhang suddenly laughed. Unfortunately, before he could even say a few words, he coughed violently, and the maid next to him immediately handed over a handkerchief.

Yu Wenwen reached out to take it, and his wide sleeves slid down, revealing the thick bandage wrapped around his wrist. Su Qing looked at his wrist with a complicated expression.

He has the "Shuiyun Collection" given by Luoyun. His tendons are being repaired slowly. It may take a little longer, but it will eventually heal.

But Yu Wenzhang didn't. His hand was really useless. He probably wouldn't be able to hold a sword anymore, and he didn't even have the strength to pick up heavier objects.

Su Qing thought of Yu Wenzhang's previous incident. With just one sword, he chopped Hari Chagai to the point where he couldn't stand upright. What a strength it was.

From a powerful minister with one hand covering the sky to the current situation, Su Qing didn't know how he felt in his heart. He wanted to ask, but in the end he didn't utter a word.

Even if Yu Wenwen deserves death, he still can't do it if he wants Su Qing to be the person who adds insult to injury and rubs salt into other people's wounds.

Yu Wenwen didn't know what Su Qing was thinking. He just took the handkerchief. It was such a light thing. When he held it in Yu Wenwen's hand, he felt like he was holding something worth a thousand gold. His whole hand was on it. Trembling slightly.

He wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and Su Qing immediately saw a pool of bright blood on the handkerchief, which was red and somewhat black.

Su Qing waited patiently for him to finish coughing without any further urging. After Yu Wenwen finished coughing, as if all his strength had been drained from his body, he leaned on the bed and couldn't move for a while.

What a tragedy, Su Qing thought.