The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

In the blink of an eye, it was the depths of winter.

Over the past few months, the relationship between Wen Jue and Yin Wujiu has progressed steadily.

Wen Jue has not known what love is like for decades, but now he tastes it for the first time. In the relationship with his master, when the two had occasional intimate actions, he would no longer be as red-faced and chaotic as in the beginning, and sometimes he would even take the initiative to get close to Wen Jue.

Between the two of them, it seemed that they finally had the appearance that a normal couple should have.

On the other hand, as Yin Wujiu's position in the court became more and more stable, Wen Jue's body also recovered more.

On this day, their family went out to buy new year's goods.

Originally there were four people together, old and young, but halfway through Jiang Jinan pulled Jiang Bo away with great insight, leaving Wen Jue and Yin Wujiu wandering in the street.

Although it was freezing cold, there were still a lot of people on the street because it was almost the end of the new year. The two held hands through the cover of the wide sleeves of the toga, but no one noticed.

Over the years, Yin Wujiu's temperament has become more and more introverted, and he seldom asks Wen Jue for anything, but today, when he sees something he likes on the street, he always stops and grabs Wen Jue to buy it for him. After walking around for a while, he found that there was a lot stuffed in his sleeves, and the bulging looked rather funny.

Wen Jue saw Yin Wujiu fried rice cakes with candied haws in his right hand and fried rice cakes in his left, eating deliciously in one bite, he couldn't help but think of his appearance when he was a child, and was in a daze for a while.

Yin Wujiu noticed his gaze, blinked his eyes, suddenly felt a little embarrassed, opened his big mouth and slowly closed it, and took a very subtle bite of the hawthorn ball that was supposed to be bitten off in one bite.

Wen Jue couldn't help laughing because of his actions, "Is it delicious?"

Yin Wujiu nodded slowly.

"I'll try it too." Wen Jue said, but he didn't stretch out his hand, as if he was waiting for someone to feed him.

Yin Wujiu was a little surprised by his request, because in his impression, Master doesn't like sweets.

After a brief daze, he held up the candied haws and handed them to Master's mouth.

Wen Jue opened his mouth and ate the top one directly.

Yin Wujiu saw that he ate the half he had left, and his chest felt hot.

Wen Jue didn't notice his strangeness, and carefully ate half of the candied haws. When he raised his head and met Yin Wujiu's gaze, he smiled slightly: "It's very sweet, you..."

Yin Wujiu looked at the smile on that perfect face that was moist like a spring breeze, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously. Before Wen Jue could finish speaking, he stuffed the remaining candied haws into Wen Jue's mouth: "Then You eat another one."

Wen Jue was originally provocative without knowing it, because Yin Wujiu's action suddenly realized the ambiguity of his action just now.

There are too many people on the road, so you still have to restrain yourself, Wen Jue didn't continue the topic just now, and instead said: "You look very happy today."

Yin Wujiu looked away from Wen Jue and landed on the long street full of people. After a long while, he said in a low voice, "We have been in the Imperial Capital for so many years, and this is the first time I have prepared for the New Year with Master."

"Is it the first time?" Wen Jue thought about it for a while, and it seemed that it was indeed the case.

——In the years when he brought Yin Wujiu to the imperial capital, he was busy with things every day, and even got stuck a few times because of the affairs in the general's mansion and didn't go back to spend the New Year with Yin Wujiu and the others, even though In the past two years at home, he paid directly for the purchase of New Year's goods and delivered them to the door, so this is really the only first time!

Thinking about it, he didn't know what he was thinking all those years, but he never thought of organizing a new year for them by himself.

"Master was negligent in the past, and I will spend every New Year with you in the future, okay?" Wen Jue said softly.

Yin Wujiu felt sad because of looking back on the past, because Wen Jue's words disappeared immediately, and he said with bright eyes: "Master keeps what he says?"

Wen Jue said: "What you say is what you say!"

On New Year's Eve, the huge general's mansion was still as usual, quiet and solemn, and heavily guarded, and it was difficult for a fly to fly in.

Nan Xi took the bucket brought by the guard and went into Wen Jue's room, wet the rag and began to wipe the furnishings in the room.

In this kind of weather, the water at normal temperature was bitingly cold, and after a while, his white hands turned red from the cold.

"Let the guards do this kind of thing, where can you be used?" Xiao Yang said leisurely, holding a sword and looking at him at the door.

"My lord doesn't like others to enter my house." Nan Xi said, and gently put the wiped sword back on the sword stand, "This weeping blood was bestowed by His Majesty back then, and my lord always carried it with me. "

"Master, he has been away for more than two years. Except for the news that comes back from time to time, he has never shown his face. You said that master...was he being controlled and coerced?"

Nan Xi's eyes froze, but soon he denied it: "No, the letters sent back by the young master all have special marks, and I will not admit it wrong. If he doesn't show up, he must have other plans .”

"But I still don't understand why the master suppressed that kid publicly, but secretly let us delegate power to him. I remember that he has always wanted to kill the master. That's fine. The master doesn't seem to want him to know about it. , what is he thinking?"

"I don't know, don't think about it so much, we just need to complete the task assigned by the master."

Xiaoyang curled her lips: "You guy, these years have really become more and more boring, and I don't know who you look like!"

Nanxi said: "Is there?"

Xiaoyang reached out and pinched him. He was much more mature than when he first met, but he still had a baby-fat face: "Look at your harmless appearance, who would have thought that you now hold the lifeblood of the entire General's Mansion!"

When Wen Jue left, he handed over all the rights to deploy the personnel of the General's Mansion, the deployment of the army, and the overt and secret business operations of the mansion to Nan Xi. He has not been able to show up for these years. Only then can it operate better, but this also means that if Nan Xi has two minds, then there will be nothing left for Wen Jue.

However, Nan Xi was the first person Wen Jue met when he came to this world, and also the person who accompanied him the longest, so Wen Jue trusted him very much.

Nan Xi's hands were stained with dirty water, and she used her arms to block Xiao Yang's hand grabbing her cheek: "Have you finished all your work?"

"Everything that needs to be arranged has been arranged, so don't worry." Xiaoyang said, glanced at the furnishings in the room that had not changed from two years ago, and after a long while, sighed, "Hey, I don't know, master When will he be back?"

Nan Xi didn't speak, but looked in the direction of the door, then withdrew her gaze and continued to wipe the table and chairs in front of her.

Seeing that his hands were red from the cold, Xiao Yang said, "Don't wipe it, it's hard to get cold in this weather."

Nan Xi didn't take it seriously and said: "Anyway, I have some martial arts, so it's not so easy to catch a cold."

Seeing that he would not listen to persuasion, Xiao Yang put down his sword and rolled up his sleeves: "Help you together, I really admire you!"

While working, the two talked about the issue of protection in the mansion.

In the past two years when Wen Jue was away, Nan Xi and the others said that he was not in good health and was recuperating at home.

It is well known that Wen Jue has a heart disease, so this excuse is convincing.

It's just that the general who protects the country is "ill" is a big deal, and people often visit, even the emperor occasionally comes here. Princess Yongchun's female confidant was covering it aside, and no one had any doubts at all.

This kind of situation is easier to say. What is more unpredictable is that people from various forces often sneak into the mansion to investigate Wen Jue's situation. Therefore, in order to prevent the news from being exposed, the guard in the mansion has been even stricter than when Wen Jue was there in recent years. Today New Year's Eve and tomorrow's New Year are the time when strict precautions are increasingly needed, so they must be more cautious.

The security issue in the General's Mansion is that it is absolutely safe, and this year has passed fairly peacefully, but Nan Xi did not expect that he was really caught with the wind and cold as Xiao Yang said.

Little Yang Feihu and the others burned many charcoal pots in the house, wrapped him in several layers of quilts, and took turns taking care of him all day long.

By the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, he had already had a fever for two days. The medicine prescribed by the doctor was useless, and his sense of taste was gone. Occasionally, he couldn't help but spit it out after trying to eat something. The cheeks that were still somewhat fleshy were obvious sunken down.

That night, he suddenly regained some energy, let Feihu help him get out of bed, and then wrote a letter to Wen Jue on the table.

Xiaoyang glanced at the side, and suddenly his face darkened: "What are you writing, and you are going to explain the funeral?"

Nan Xi blinked lightly with her big gray eyes, and wanted to say something, but was choked back by a series of muffled coughs.

He coughed very loudly in the first few days when he was ill, but now he is sick all over, and he is weak even when he coughs.

Xiao Yang hurriedly patted him on the back.

Nan Xi slowed down a bit, and picked up the pen again to continue writing the letter. Before finishing a word, Xiao Yang snatched the pen from him.

Nan Xi raised her eyes to look at him: "We still have a lot of things to do right now. If I fail, those plans will definitely be affected. I have to tell the young master."

"Isn't it just a cold, maybe tomorrow will be fine."

"Yeah, maybe it will be ready tomorrow, this letter is just in case!" Nan Xi suddenly smiled, "Don't you always say when the young master will come back, maybe he will come back when he sees the letter Woolen cloth."

In fact, when he said this, he didn't expect much. After all, he had expected too many times in the past two years and was disappointed too many times, but when he said this, Xiao Yang believed it, and he handed the pen back: " Write it, write it, if the master really comes back, you don't have to work so hard."

On the night after the letter was sent out, Nan Xi developed a high fever. This time, she lost her consciousness due to the fever, and finally passed out directly.

Xiaoyang asked a group of doctors to come over, and shook his head after seeing them. Angrily, he drew his sword and yelled at the quack doctor to kill all the doctors, but was stopped by Geng Changqing.

While tugging, the door was opened from the outside.

Xiaoyang looked back subconsciously, and the long sword in her hand fell to the ground with a clang: "Master, master!"

He rubbed his eyes, and the man had stepped in.

Xiaoyang looked back at Geng Changqing: "It's me... Is it my eyesight?"

Geng Changqing and Zhou Zheng's simple and honest face was full of excitement at the moment. He nodded, shook his head again, and held back a sentence after a while: "It's really the master, he's back."

Wen Jue walked to the bedside, looked at Nan Xi's situation, and his face became very serious.

"Bring cold water and wine."

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, a little puzzled, Fei Hu took the lead in reacting, and quickly ran out, and after a while, came in with a bucket and wine.

Wen Jue uncorked the bottle and poured the wine into cold water, wet the handkerchief while wiping Nan Xi's hot body while asking them about Nan Xi's situation.

Although this method of physical cooling is stupid, it is very effective, but people in this society do not know how to use it.

Xiaoyang explained his illness in detail, and conveyed the meaning of the doctors to Wen Jue.

Wen Jue glanced back at the group of doctors standing there looking at him shivering, and said, "What are you doing if you can't cure it?"

When those people heard this sentence, they immediately fell to their knees on the ground: "General, please forgive me!"

Seeing Xiao Yang pick up the sword that fell on the ground with a swish, and about to carry out his "order", Wen Jue's face was almost full of black lines.

He hasn't shown himself for two years, and his reputation for brutality is still the same as before!

Pressing the faintly swollen temples, Wen Jue said: "You all go back."

Those doctors were still in the panic of losing their heads, they didn't hear what Wen Jue said at all, and they kept kowtowing.

Wen Jue instead asked Fei Hu to take them away. In the end, he was afraid that he would make a mistake, so he really killed all these people, and added: "Just throw them out of the house."

The indifference and inhumanity of a sentence not only conveyed the meaning, but also established his own personality.

Wen Jue wiped Nan Xi's whole body, and changed the wet cloth on his forehead just now, and then said: "You take care of Nan Xi, change the cloth on his forehead every quarter of an hour, if the temperature drops If you come down a bit, you don't need to apply it, I'll go to see Dr. Shen."

The Imperial Physician Shen he mentioned refers to Shen Jimei. In the novel, Shen Jimei is the person with the best Chinese medicine skills in the world. Now that Nanxi is so ill, Wen Jue can only pin his hopes on him.

Xiao Yang said: "But Mr. Shen is out of town now, and we can't contact him!" In ancient times, there was no QQ phone, and messages were delayed a lot, and Shen Jimei was away temporarily, and she didn't have a fixed address when she was away. Harder to get in touch with.

He was even more afraid that even if he was found, Nan Xi's situation would not allow him to come back.

"I have my own way."

Wen Jue traded points to the system to get Shen Jimei's location, and found him in a mountain village outside Yingcheng, fifty miles away from the imperial capital.

Shen Jimei was sleeping at that time, and when Wen Jue woke her up from her sleep, she almost thought she had run into a ghost.

He hadn't seen Wen Jue for a long time, and after realizing it, he said in surprise, "General Wen, why are you here?" Isn't he sick? Why are you here? Besides, he was looking for medicine on the mountain, and no one knew , how did he find it?

Has this person's current power developed to such a huge extent?

Wen Jue could probably guess what he was thinking, but it was clear that now was not the time to talk about it: "Someone in my house is seriously ill, please ask Mr. Shen to take a look."

Shen Jimei looked embarrassed: "I still have some things to do here, I'm afraid I won't be able to get away."

Wen Jue said: "Saving people is the most important thing, I'll let someone handle your affairs for you."

Shen Jimei had never seen Wen Jue look so anxious, so she couldn't help asking, "Who is sick?"

Wen Jue said: "My personal attendant."

Shen Jimei was still calm at first, but his expression suddenly changed when he heard the words: "Is it... Nanxi?"

"What's wrong with him?" Shen Jimei asked this sentence almost reflexively.

Wen Jue said: "He caught wind and cold for several days, and his condition is very bad now."

This time without Wen Jue's reminder, Shen Jimei herself became restless, and immediately began to pack her medicine box.

Wen Jue knew that Shen Jimei and Nan Xi had some affection for a long time ago, but he didn't expect him to care about each other so much. Now his lightness kung fu has recovered eighty-nine out of ten, and he can travel thousands of miles a day with his luck kung fu, which is faster than a fast horse. Duo, after offending Shen Jimei, he grabbed the person's belt and carried him away.

Wen Jue was so fast that he disappeared. In winter, Shen Jimei only felt the cold wind blowing on his face like a flying knife. He had no choice but to cover his face with his sleeves, but he still felt bitingly cold.

Just when he was almost unable to bear it, the wind blowing from all directions suddenly stopped. Shen Jimei slowly opened his eyes and found that they had stopped on a street in the camp city. The thatched cottage is nearly ten miles away. When he came, he walked up the mountain for nearly two hours, and this man flew back in a blink of an eye, and he still... took him with him.

Didn't it mean that he was so sick that he couldn't even get out of bed? Doesn't this look like he has been ill for a long time?

In a daze, someone stuffed a fox fur in his arms.

"Wrap this up and let's continue on our way," Wen Jue said.

Shen Jimei took a look, and found that it was the one Wen Jue wore earlier, and said worriedly: "Then you..."

Wen Jue said, "I'm fine."

Shen Jimei hesitated, and wrapped the fox fur around her body.

Seeing this, Wen Jue greeted him briefly, picked him up and continued on his way.

In the general's mansion, Nan Xi was sleeping in a daze and having nightmares all the time, uttering vague ravings from time to time, but no matter how Xiao Yang and others called, they couldn't wake him up. Looking at his painful appearance, Xiao Yang was anxious. It's like turning around, "Nanxi Nanxi, you have to hold on, hey, I don't know when the master will come back!"

Geng Changqing said: "I heard that Imperial Physician Shen has gone to Yingcheng. Young Master, I'm afraid he won't be back until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest, and I don't know if he can find Imperial Physician Shen."

Xiaoyang was already very worried, and when he heard the words, he immediately poured out all his depression on him: "If you don't talk, no one will treat you as dumb. Master has great powers, and he will definitely come back in time!"

Although Geng Changqing surpassed Xiaoyang in stature and martial arts, he was a little afraid of him, and when he was fierce, he stopped talking immediately.

The author has something to say: Because of the focus on visuals, there are not many details about the upgrade of the subject, but in fact the plot has been slowly developing. Today there are only [-] spicy words, or not [-] words