The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

While the two were arguing, Xiao Yang turned around again and suddenly saw Nan Xi opened her eyes.

"you're awake!"

"Xiao Yang..." Nan Xi's tone was very weak, but this time, she did not admit the wrong person.

Xiao Yang was overjoyed: "Nanxi, are you better?"

Nanxi seemed to want to smile, but because she had no feeling on her face, she couldn't make this expression successfully.

This dying appearance dissipated most of Xiaoyang's joy just now, after a brief silence, he remembered about Wen Jue, and hurriedly said: "By the way, Nanxi, the master is back, he is back to see you. "

"Young master?" Nanxi's dim eyes flashed brightly, "Young master, he is back!"

"Yes, he has gone to find a doctor for you. Imperial physician Shen is superb in medical skills. Let him show you when he comes. You will recover soon."

"Also, I don't know if I can still..." Nan Xi wanted to say that he didn't know if he could last until then, but when he thought of the people in front of him who were worried about him, he finally swallowed his frustrated words.

He knew that Shen Jimei had left Beijing. The mountains and roads were far away, and it was very time-consuming to go back and forth. In addition, the weather is so bad now. Gradually dull, in other words, Nan Xi can almost clearly feel the loss of his vitality... Maybe he can't wait to see the young master for the last time!

Nan Xi didn't say anything, but Xiao Yang still understood what he meant, and immediately retorted loudly: "What can you do? You will be fine!"

Nan Xi didn't speak, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.

Xiaoyang has known him for so many years, and has long regarded him as her younger brother. Seeing him like this, her heart aches like a needle prick.

"Bang—" At this moment, the door was suddenly opened.

"Who, I don't know how to be gentle..." Xiao Yang's scolding words were stuck in her throat before she finished speaking.

Looking at the tall, handsome man standing in the doorway, and the frost-clad man standing beside him, Shen Jimei, who was also cold-faced and purple-faced, Xiaoyang was stunned, "Master, master, you are back!"

He came back so soon, and even brought Dr. Shen back.

Nan Xi fixedly looked at Wen Jue who was walking in, with a complicated expression in his tired eyes.

Wen Jue walked over, gently stroked Nan Xi's head, and said gently but firmly, "It will be fine."

Nan Xi might not care what other people said, but when it came out of Wen Que's mouth, there was a kind of soothing power.

Nanxi has followed Wen Jue for so many years, and has come all the way through ups and downs. No matter what happens, he can win steadily and resolve it successfully. Over time, he has carved a very reliable impression in Nanxi's heart.

Shen Jimei didn't wait for anyone to greet her, she came over and grabbed Nan Xi's hand, looking at her pale, emaciated and skinny appearance, Shen Jimei completely lost her calmness as a doctor, she couldn't control the hand on Nan Xi's wrist trembling.

Xiaoyang noticed it, and said anxiously: "What's the matter with you, can you show symptoms if you shake so much?"

"Xiao Yang!" Wen Jue said lightly, as if giving him a tranquilizer, and when the people calmed down, he said, "Take out a few braziers, and then open the windows to let in the wind, the room is too stuffy .”

"Nan Xi looks like this, can she see the wind?"

Wen Jue said, "Move the screen to the side of the bed."

Xiaoyang froze for a moment, then said, "Yes."

After the screen was set up, Wen Jue asked everyone to go out, leaving only Shen Jimei to check Nanxi's body.

After a while, Shen Jimei finally calmed down a bit. After he diagnosed Nanxi's pulse, he contemplated for a long time and worked out a prescription.

"I will cure you." After Wen Jue went out with the prescription, Shen Jimei couldn't help holding Nan Xi's hand.

Nan Xi pulled her lips and smiled: "Are you not angry anymore?"

Shen Jimei remembered what happened that day, and her face froze: "As long as you get better, I won't care about what happened before."

"Then I have to hurry up, cough, cough, cough... hurry up, get better!" In just one sentence, he was beaten intermittently by a series of coughs, so frightened that Shen Jimei hurriedly stroked his chest to relieve his breath.

Nan Xi's face turned better, and he reached out to hold Shen Jimei's hand. He looked directly into Shen Jimei's eyes: "You clearly still care about me?"

Shen Jimei suddenly withdrew her hand as if she was being burned.

"I'm about to die, can't you let me hold it for a while, Brother Shen?" Nan Xi showed a grievance and injury on his face.

"Don't make fun of this kind of thing!" Shen Jimei suddenly turned dark, "I said I will cure you."

"I'm fine, can you promise me?"

Shen Jimei wished he could give him a stick: "It's hard to talk, and I still have the heart to think about such things!"

Nan Xi looked into his eyes and asked again: "Do you obey me?"

Shen Jimei: "You and I have different positions."

Nanxi: "This is just your excuse."

Shen Jimei was silent for a while, and said: "Nanxi, it is impossible for you and me to be masters and men at the same time."

"How do you know...it's impossible?"

Shen Jimei tightened his hands under the sleeves: "Wen Chongzhou used his power for personal gain, played with power, disregarded human life, and had no rules, but you..." Shen Jimei almost laughed back in anger. He wanted to say that Nan Xi was helping the tyrant, the two of them were different Not colluding with each other, it can be seen that the other party seemed to be out of breath, and swallowed back the words that rolled to the lips.

He didn't deny that Wen Chongzhou was a man of great talent and general plan. He knew this ten years ago, but many things this man did were really unacceptable to him!

"And what about me?" Nan Xi's complexion gradually sank, and she didn't know whether to say that the two had a good understanding or what. In short, Nan Xi said what Shen Jimei couldn't say, "You want to say that I am helping the evildoers?"

Shen Jimei didn't speak, but the silence at this time was basically equal to acquiescence.

Nanxi's eyes showed a bit of injury. He cared about Shen Jimei, and he also cared about his son. If Shen Jimei said Wen Jue like this, if it was someone else, he would have to refute it angrily, but this person is not someone else, but someone he likes with all his heart , he couldn't even get mad at him, and couldn't get mad at him.

He wanted to defend his young master, but thinking of the other party's previous advice to him, thousands of words finally stuck in his throat.

In the long silence, Shen Jimei gradually realized that she had gone too far with her previous words, and also thought that Nan Xi was still ill, so she finally took a step back.

The two are their own masters and have different positions. Every time they talk about such things, they break up unhappy. Today, it is considered a little peaceful.

Shen Jimei didn't have many good things to say, but in the following time, she took care of Nan Xi non-stop for six consecutive days. Every time she gave Nan Xi medicine, after the effect of the medicine took effect, he would check the other party's condition, and then Make adjustments as appropriate.

Under Shen Jimei's meticulous care, Nanxi, who was said by all the doctors to be dying soon, really got better gradually.

During Nanxi's illness, all matters in the general's mansion fell into Wen Jue's hands again.Wen Jue suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed by picking up these things after two years of being a shopkeeper. At the same time, he also realized the pressure Nan Xi had endured over the years.

Although he also wanted to stay outside to accompany Yin Wujiu all the time, he couldn't keep throwing these burdens that should be his own on others, and Wen Jue has almost recovered his skills now, and he can come and go freely.

During the Lantern Festival, a palace banquet was held in the palace, and the system issued a task, asking Wen Jue to find a way for the emperor to discover Yin Wujiu's identity at the palace banquet, so that father and son could recognize each other.

As the general protecting the country, Wen Jue also attended the banquet.

He hadn't appeared in public for two years, but when Pu made his appearance, he immediately attracted the attention of everyone present, but this time, the number of people who came to flatter and flatter him was much less than two years ago. He went to Yin Wujiu's side.

While chatting with others, Yin Wujiu looked at Wen Jue calmly, he didn't expect that the person who had been closed for two years suddenly appeared.

Looking at that cold silver mask, he can't help but think of the setbacks and pressures he has suffered over the years, and the tragedy of his grandfather's death...

"Wen Chongzhou!" Silently reciting the name that was almost carved into his soul, Yin Wujiu almost crushed the wine glass in his hand.

Although he tried his best to restrain his emotions, Wen Jue, who was also secretly watching him, still noticed it.

In the past when the two were just masters and apprentices, Wen Jue was unwilling to be stared at by the other party like this, but now he is full of Yin Wujiu, this look full of hatred is even more unbearable for him.

Wen Jue withdrew his gaze, took a sip of water with a feeling of anxiety, and didn't look at Yin Wujiu.

But he didn't expect that he didn't look at the other party, but the other party leaned towards him.

Yin Wujiu came over with two glasses of wine, and put one of them in front of Wen Jue: "Your Majesty respects the General Huguo for a glass."

Wen Jue said: "The general feels unwell and should not drink alcohol."

"Really?" Yin Wujiu said quietly, "I see that the general is full of energy and radiant, not like recovering from a long illness, but much healthier than ordinary people."

There is something in what he said, there is a needle hidden in the cotton, and he is completely different from the soft, considerate, shy appearance in front of Wen Jue on weekdays. If Wen Jue is just Wen Chongzhou, it is probably impossible to think that the person in front of him would be like that one side.

Wen Jue was a little bit heartbroken, reached out his hand to take the drink and drank it down in one gulp.

Yin Wujiu was slightly surprised, and then said: "It seems that the general is really well, and he doesn't have to drink anymore." As he spoke, he also drank the wine in his hand.

In the past, Wen Jue stood in Wen Chongzhou's position, and "never tolerated" Yin Wujiu. He dared to talk to himself like this, and he would have to reprimand him if he didn't hit him. But now Wen Jue looks at him, his mind is full of The tenderness and sweetness when getting along with him, bit by bit, is really reluctant to say even half a word of cruelty.

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