The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

This child looks like Yue'er, and also seems to have a close relationship with Yue'er's brother, could it be, could it be that he is really... Xiao Jiu!

Although rationally, this is incredible, but emotionally, I can't help but look forward to it, and I can't help but be excited by this possibility.

"You..." Emperor Shang Wen asked tentatively, "Xiao Jiu, is that you? Are you my Xiao Jiu?"

The man in front of him had a haggard face and mottled hair, he was no longer young, his muddy eyes were full of eagerness to look at Yin Wujiu, the young man who watched was full of emotions and his nose was sour.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to call out to this man, but as if something was stuck in his throat, he couldn't make any sound.

Through the bright light, Wen Jue saw that the young man's bright eyes were dyed red, and this appearance of suppressing sadness made his heart ache.

If it wasn't for that damned system, if it wasn't for him... as early as ten years ago, they should have known each other as father and son!

Yin Wujiu has been concealing his identity all the time, one is to avoid getting killed, and the other is to make things easier, but the current situation can no longer be concealed, Emperor Shang Wen didn't get his exact answer, Eight points were determined from his performance.

On the square table on the couch lay the half-approved memorials, Emperor Wen of Shang picked up the ink brush, carefully traced a few strokes on a piece of rice paper, then picked up the square of rice paper with both hands and handed it to Yin Wujiu.

Yin Wujiu took it with some doubts, and when his eyes fell on it, he found a strange flower drawn on the paper.

Although Emperor Wen of Shang had no talent for governing the country, he had achieved success in poetry, poetry, calligraphy and Danqing. Even though he is old and frail, he is still a good painter. With only a few strokes, he can outline this lifelike and lifelike flower. And this flower is almost exactly the same as the birthmark on Yin Wujiu's shoulder.

"I remember that there was such a birthmark on my Xiaojiu's right shoulder. After many years, I don't know if the birthmark is still there or if it has changed!" Emperor Shang Wen said, stretching out his hand towards Yin Wujiu, "Come here and let me have a look, okay?"

Yin Wujiu held the rice paper hand, his fingertips were almost white.

How could he not know what the birthmark on his body looked like? After so many years, it was unimaginable that this person still remembered it so clearly.

Yin Wujiu walked over and showed the birthmark on his shoulder in front of Emperor Shang Wen.

The hand of Emperor Shang Wen that landed on the red flower was trembling uncontrollably.

"My emperor, you are still alive!" He said softly, his face was full of excitement, he was clearly smiling, but hot tears flowed from his eyes.

He had only loved one person in his life, but he watched her leave him, and he couldn't even protect their child.

For more than ten years, Emperor Shangwen has always felt heartbroken whenever he recalled his son who was carved with jade. When he fell asleep, he would dream of Yue'er questioning him tearfully, why he didn't take good care of their child, but now, this He thought that his son who had passed away had suddenly appeared in front of him in good condition. The impact can be imagined.

Emperor Shangwen was full of sorrow and joy, wanting to cry and laugh, almost shouting "Thank God for hanging the curtain", even Zhao Yansheng who was beside him couldn't help but quietly wiped away his tears.

The aged emperor held the hand of his lost son, unwilling to let go for a long time, and kept asking him about what happened to him over the years.

Yin Wujiu avoids the most important and ignores the minor ones.

When talking about the experience many years ago, he inadvertently mentioned what happened in the country that year. Emperor Shang Wen thought of the side of the carriage, and the emaciated, ragged child carrying a jar suddenly appeared in his mind. Situation of trudging through water.

It turned out that he had seen his own child so long ago, but he didn't recognize him, and let him suffer so much in exile among the people!

"Emperor, you have suffered." The emperor of the ninety-five years was heartbroken, and almost burst into tears, "Father, I am sorry for you!"

There were so many people in the palace, and today was the Lantern Festival feast, the news quickly spread throughout the palace.

After hearing the news, the concubine, the prince and all the ministers rushed over.

The appearance of Yin Wujiu was a great joy to Emperor Shang Wen, but to others, it was not the case.

Concubine Qian Gui saw the emperor holding Yin Wujiu's hand affectionately, her whole face darkened.

This kid is really... the son of that bitch?

As early as many years ago, she heard her emperor mention that the woman's son was not dead, but later they sent countless people to look for it but they couldn't find it. She thought that with their power, they couldn't find anything like that The news, that kid probably died somewhere by himself, but he never thought that this bastard would be so lucky, not only survived well, but also came back by himself.

Concubine Qian tried her best to control her expression, and walked to Emperor Shang Wen step by step: "Your Majesty, did you make a mistake?"

"My own child, how can I admit my mistake?"

Concubine Qian Gui said: "But when the Ninth Prince died, did you witness it with your own eyes?"

Emperor Shang Wen suddenly raised his eyes, looked at Concubine Qian Gui and said, "I will definitely investigate what happened back then and find out."

He was used to being friendly and rarely showed such an expression. At this moment, his cold gaze swept across Concubine Qian's face, which actually sent a shivers down her spine.

If it were in the past, she would have her own imperial son and mother's backing, even if the emperor finds out, she would not be afraid, but over the years, the power of Qian's mansion and Yin Hongli's subordinates has been continuously eroded by the general's mansion, and this should have been a long time ago. The bastard who just died now has a force that cannot be underestimated in the court, and can even compete with the general's mansion.

In such a situation, if the events of the past were involved, they would be afraid that it would be difficult for them to fully recover.

"Zhao Yansheng"

"The slave is here!"

Emperor Shangwen said: "You are ready to prepare. I will draft a document to announce to the world that my nine princes are back."

On the second day, the imperial decree was issued.

A few days later, Emperor Wen of Shang appointed Yin Wujiu as Prince Yuyu, and Yin Wujiu became the only prince in the current dynasty.

The sudden addition of such an heir to the royal family is definitely not a trivial matter. It can be said that the government and the public were shocked for a while. Interested people have no position to oppose anything at all, so they can only care about secretly in private.

Yin Hongli convened his grandfather and cousin to discuss countermeasures, and came to the conclusion that this person must not be allowed to stay. At the same time, he drew up several assassination plans. , the fire burned to themselves first.

Regarding the assassination of Yuanxiao, all the evidence found in the search pointed the suspicion to Su Wang's mansion. Yin Hongli and the Qian family, who had always been shady, never thought that they would be shady by others. Call them beyond redemption.

Yin Wujiu couldn't help but fell into deep thought when he thought of the evidence and materials he saw at the prison officer.

"I have fought against people from Su Wang's Mansion and Qian's family. The assassins that day were not like them, but all kinds of evidence point to them. They sneaked into the palace quietly and assassinated the father. Planting the spoils on King Su, who on earth has the ability to do this?"

"Also, the people who reported to my uncle didn't leave any clues...Master, whose power do you think those people are?"

Wen Jue felt a little guilty when asked a series of questions by Yin Wujiu.

After talking for a long time without getting a response, Yin Wujiu couldn't help but raised his head: "Master, what are you thinking?"

Wen Jue suddenly came back to his senses, and concealed: "I was thinking about the question you just said, yes, what is the origin of those people?"

Yin Wujiu has always been careful, and he caught Wen Jue's slight expression almost instantly, when he saw that Wen Jue suddenly stopped moving.

Wen Jue's heart tightened: "Why, is there something on the face of the teacher?" This kid won't find anything, right?

Yin Wujiu said: "Master, it can't be you and uncle who reported the letter?"

"Why, why do you think so?"

Yin Wujiu said earnestly: "Except Master, Wujiu can't think of anyone else who has such ability."

Wen Jue smiled, pretending to be calm and said, "I'm not a god as a teacher, can I predict the future?"

Yin Wujiu suddenly remembered something, and turned to ask: "By the way, what's the matter with Master recently? I see that you seem to be going out more frequently than usual."

"Is there?" Wen Jue pretended to be stupid.He has been arranging the "assassination" recently, so why not go out frequently.

Wen Jue said: "Maybe I like watching the snow more as a teacher, so I like to go out for a walk."

"I've never heard Master mention it before." Although Yin Wujiu said this, he didn't doubt anything.

Wen Jue said, "Didn't you hear that?"

"It's cold, Master will go out again, remember to wear more."

Seeing that he had been fooled, Wen Jue breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little uncomfortable.

Yin Wujiu is not stupid and easy to deceive, but trusts himself too much, so it is always easy to believe what he says, Wen Jue has always known this, but he has always failed his trust.

Yin Wujiu was silent for a while, then said: "Master, I don't know why, I always feel a little uneasy."

"What are you upset about?"

Yin Wujiu's eyes showed a bit of bewilderment: "I can't tell."

Wen Jue tightly held Yin Wujiu's waist, and said softly: "Don't think about it, the sky is falling, and Master is still here."

Yin Wujiu said: "Will Master always be there?"

"Will do."

Hearing this, Yin Wujiu's expression slowly relaxed.

Wen Jue rubbed Yin Wujiu's forehead lightly with his chin, covered the two of them tightly with the quilt, and said, "Go to sleep."

After a long while, the sound of shallow and smooth breathing came from his ears. Wen Jue knew that the person in his arms had fallen asleep, but he himself did not feel sleepy at all.