The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

"You, who are you... dare to break into the prison?"

Witnessing that her "good brother" had an arm cut off in the blink of an eye, Yin Hongqi became restless for a moment.

Who is this person, who can break through the heavy guards and break into this prison?

Wen Jue glanced at the person who was curled up on the ground clutching his arms and crying and rolling, seeing that he was no longer a threat, so he ignored him, and helped Yin Wujiu walk to the wooden bench just now and sit down.

The man looked at Yin Hongqi impartially with deep and quiet eyes, and walked towards him step by step without hurrying.

He was handsome and handsome, and his expression was not sinister, but facing him at this moment, Yin Hongqi felt a fear of death coming from the bottom of his heart.

He stepped back again and again: "You you you, what do you want to do?"

Wen Jue's gentle voice contained a hint of austerity: "I would like to ask you what you want to do?"

In the charcoal basin on the wooden frame, the crude charcoal has been burnt through the core. In this hot summer, when you get a little closer, you will feel a wave of heat.

When Wen Jue walked past the charcoal basin, he didn't stop under his feet, but he already had a red-hot soldering iron in his hand.

Yin Hongqi was stunned for a few seconds when he saw this, and suddenly realized what he was going to do, his face changed suddenly, and he retreated several steps until he reached the wall, his back pressed against the hot wall and there was no way to retreat.

"Come, come, come, there are assassins, come..."

Wen Jue hooked the corners of his lips, and said, "Even if you broke your throat, no one will come to save you."

Yin Hongqi heard the words, thinking that this person could appear here in a good manner, and those subordinates he had placed outside must have been settled by him.

In the air, there was only endless despair left for a while.

Seeing that the soldering iron was about to land on her flesh, Yin Hongqi yelled in fright: "Stop it, stop it, this king is a prince, a noble royal family in our dynasty, and he will be the son of the emperor in the future. How dare you murder me."

Wen Jue's hand stopped.

"How about it, do you know you're afraid?" Yin Hongqi regained some confidence when she saw this, "Don't take this thing away yet."

Wen Jue looked at him like a villain, and couldn't help but call him stupid.

Sure enough, as it was said in the book, the eighth prince had a bit of ambition, but that little cleverness couldn't support such a big ambition at all.

"Now that the late emperor has passed away, and no one in the court is in charge of the overall situation, even if you are killed, who will support you?"

"You... ah..." Before he finished speaking, a painful scream resounded through the prison.

Yin Hongqi covered her mouth and stared at Wen Jue with tearful eyes, her eyes intertwined with horror and pain.

"It is true that the Great Shang Kingdom will not want an emperor with a brand on his body, so you have no hope of sitting in that position in this life."

Yin Hongqi didn't know if she heard what he said, rolled her eyes, and passed out from the pain, the air was filled with the unpleasant smell of burnt flesh for a moment.

Wen Jue slowly let go of the soldering iron he was holding in his hand, and without looking at this person any longer, he stepped up to Yin Wujiu's side, helped him up, turned around and left the torture chamber where countless lives had been swallowed up.

Yin Wujiu tilted his head, looking at Wen Jue's face that couldn't change his mood and anger, he was in a daze for a moment.

In his impression, the master has always been gentle and gentle, like a spring breeze on his face, not to mention killing, he has rarely seen him angry.

But just now, he cut off Yin Hongjie's arm in one fell swoop, and burned Yin Hongqi's mouth with one hand.

This Yin Hongjie lost a lot of blood, if he was rescued in time, he might be able to save his life. As for this Yin Hongqi, he was injured on the mouth, and it is summer now, he cannot eat and drink, and he is prone to infection, so it may be difficult to survive.

These two people have always bullied others, their hands were stained with the blood of many people, it would be fine if they died, what Yin Wujiu cared about was Master's appearance full of murderous intent just now, which made him feel a little uneasy.

Just after he came out of the prison, Jiang Jin'an, He Yiyang and a group of ministers who followed him were rushing towards this side. Some of them were even disheveled, looking as if they had just been dug up from the bed.

Seeing Yin Wujiu walking out covered in blood and being supported by others, the group of people immediately gathered together, their words were full of genuine concern and anger.

"No blame, what did those bastards do to you, how did you get hurt like this?"

Yin Wujiu said: "It's just a few whips, it's not going to be a problem, it will be fine after a few days."

"Fortunately, Master is here, otherwise I really don't know what they can do to you!" He Yiyang became more and more angry, and he poked the Overlord Spear in his hand, shaking the thick bluestone under his feet into several pieces, "Bastard, They actually used lynching, what happened to them, I went in and killed them!"

He Yiyang has a violent temper, he could not understand the group of the fourth princes, knowing that they still did such a thing to Yin Wujiu, he wished he could tear them into pieces, not to mention the politeness.

He Yiyang always said what to do, but before the words hit the ground, people had already passed them and rushed into the prison.

Walking all the way, the guards were dizzy, and those who were acupunctured were acupunctured, but none of them could move.

He easily found the execution room where Yin Wujiu was interrogated, and rushed in angrily, but he was dumbfounded when he saw the situation inside clearly.

The two noble princes, all dressed in splendid attire, curled up in a pool of blood with a stumped limb and arm, and the other stood up on the ground with bloody faces and rolling eyes. The scene was shocking and unbearable to watch.

After finishing the chaos in the palace that night, He Yiyang and Jiang Jinan mentioned this matter. After Jiang Jinan listened, he was silent for a while, and said: "Master is serious, he cares about him very much."

He Yiyang said: "That's natural. Master has been in pain since he was a child. Speaking of it, if it weren't for him, you and I would not be master's apprentices."

"Master cares about him far more than you and I imagined." Although I don't know why Master went to such lengths to make such a plan, there is one thing Jiang Jinan is sure of—no matter what Master does, he will definitely not No blame for harm.

With this change in the court, no one cared about Wen Jue's entry into the palace to rob the prison. It is said that the king is captured first when the thief is captured.

Yin Wujiu quickly found out that they conspired to poison Emperor Shang Wen. At the same time, Zhao Yansheng published an imperial edict written long ago: "In fact, the first emperor wanted to make the prince the crown prince early in the morning, but he was just worried. This edict has not been released to the public because it has brought disaster to the prince, and now that the late emperor is gone, this edict has become a credential to block people's tongues."

Watching Yin Wujiu take over the edict, Zhao Yansheng showed a gratified and relieved expression on his face, he held back for a while, but couldn't help but turned his back and wiped away his tears.

Only a few days after the late Emperor's death, he actually lost a lot of weight, and even most of his hair was mottled.

Qintian monitoring calculated the auspicious day, and the enthronement ceremony was scheduled for thirteen days later.

Wen Jue calculated carefully, and found that this time coincided with the time when the male protagonist in the book ascended the throne.

And this also shows that the arrival of that day is getting closer and closer.

When the time comes, don't expect any surprises!

"Master?" Yin Wujiu couldn't help calling out when he saw that Wen Jue was pinching the ointment and hadn't moved.

Wen Jue came back to his senses and planned to continue to give medicine to Yin Wujiu, but at this moment, the door of the room was pushed open with a bang.

The two looked over subconsciously, but saw two light-looking youths standing at the door, one white and one purple.

"Uncle, why are you here?"

"Why just ask your uncle hello, you kid didn't see me as a living person?" Du Wujuan said before Yi Weilian could speak.

Yin Wujiu didn't answer his words, and continued: "Sit in the living room, Uncle, and go out after I get the medicine."

Yi Weilian glanced at the criss-cross whip marks on his chest, and said, "Why are you hurt so badly?"

"It's not very heavy, it will be fine in a few days."

"It's been a few days, and it's still like this, I think it's rare." Seeing that he didn't mind him ignoring him, Du Wujuan continued.

Yin Wujiu has always had a bad attitude towards him, but who can blame this, who told him that he almost "fucked" the other party when they met for the first time!

He strode over, snatched the wound medicine from Wen Jue's hand, sniffed it, and threw it on the ground with a look of disgust: "What kind of broken medicine, even if the face is cured, it will leave a scar."

"What's the matter with you, who allowed you to come in?" Yin Wujiu's face turned black for a moment, almost thinking of hitting someone.

Wen Jue pressed his shoulder, patted him lightly, and said: "Don't move around, the wound burst open carefully, I wonder if the Poison Emperor has any good medicine, which can make my wound heal faster?"

"It's still your master who can talk." Du Wujuan said, and took out a small white jade jar from his bosom, "This is my refined Bingfuyan lotus ointment, once in the morning and in the evening, the wound will heal within three hours , in fact, it can be cured."

"I'm sorry to trouble the Poison Emperor." Wen Jue stretched out his hand towards him.

But when Du Wujuan was about to touch his fingertips, he turned around and avoided his hand.

"What do you mean sir?"

Du Wujuan rolled his eyes, and said: "Using this medicine needs to cooperate with my unique technique, so let me do it for the prince."

Wen Jue had long felt that his attitude towards Yin Wujiu was a bit wrong, but now seeing his eyes, he instantly reacted.

Thinking of that possibility, he couldn't help but frowned, and was about to refuse, but Yin Wujiu rushed ahead of him and said: "Whoever wants to use your things, quickly take your broken medicine and go far away."

"No fault."

"Master, this person is very annoying, what are you doing with him?" Yin Wujiu got up and picked up the wound medicine that was thrown by Du Wujuan, "Why is the medicine brought by Master not good?" , I only use this."

Hearing this, Du Wujuan was a little bit heartbroken, he stood there holding the medicine that he had painstakingly developed for several days and nights, he was either advancing or retreating for a while.

At the same time, the look in Wen Jue's eyes grew a little bit more annoyed.

Suddenly, the medicine jar in his hand was pulled out.

"I know that you not only have the unparalleled ability to make and use poisons, but also have superb medical skills. The poison emperor took the trouble to prepare medicines, so I thank you for my nephew." He gave Wen Jue, "Mr. Lao Wen will give him medicine, so we will go out first."

作者有话要说：这章没精修，有空再修哈，各位见谅感谢在2021-01-1122:35:35~2021-01-1222:10:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of luck;