The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

In the rickety carriage, Yin Hongyu leaned on Yin Hongling's knee without knowing anything about personnel, and was led out of the palace all the way.

Seeing that he was approaching Prince Ning's Mansion ahead, the car hit a rock and bumped violently, almost bringing him to the ground, but Yin Hongling quickly protected him with his sharp eyesight and hands.

"Yu'er, are you okay?" Yin Hongling noticed that his younger brother opened his eyes, and asked worriedly.

Yin Hongyu was in a trance for a while, then remembered something, and sat up all at once, but because of his too fast movement, he knocked Yin Hongling's chin.

"Brother Huang, what about the other person? How is he?" Yin Hongyu was so worried about Wen Jue's safety that he didn't even pay attention to his swollen forehead and Yin Hongling's broken lips.

Thinking of everything that happened in the palace, Yin Hongling was silent for a while, and did not answer his words.

Seeing his expression, Yin Hongyu suddenly panicked: "Huang...brother Huang, why don't you speak?"

"Hongyu...that person is good or bad, why should you care? He is not worthy of you!"

Yin Hongyu's face froze, and then slowly said: "Brother Huang, what do you mean by this, could it be, could it be that he was really... captured by the Emperor?"

"He's dead!" Yin Hongling looked at his younger brother's worried expression, and ruthlessly crushed his hopes with every single word.

Hearing this, Yin Hongyu was struck by lightning for a moment, and his whole body froze in place. After a while, he shook his head again and again in denial: "No, it's impossible. How could he die? He can't die. You lied, Brother Huang, tell me that you lied to me, you lied to me, right?"

"Yu'er!" Yin Hongling pressed his younger brother's thin shoulders, "He is really dead. He was killed by His Majesty on the spot in front of all civil and military officials in Guangqing Palace!"

I don't know if it's because the cognition of Wen Jue in his heart is too strong, or because he has too deep feelings for him. In short, Yin Hongyu is still unwilling to believe what Ren Yin Hongling said is plausible.

He broke free from the opponent's restraint, jumped out of the carriage and snatched a guard's horse, and then ran back towards the palace.

"My lord, Prince Ning..."

Yin Hongling looked at his younger brother who had gone away from Juechen, and after a while, he sighed slightly: "Let him go." When he saw it with his own eyes, he gave up.

"Your Majesty, something has happened!" Yin Wujiu was about to fall asleep when Zhao Yansheng walked in in a hurry, "Prince Ning fought outside the palace with the imperial guards who sent General Wen... Wen Chongzhou's body out of the palace. Want to snatch the corpse."

"What does he want to do?" Yin Wujiu frowned.

Zhao Yansheng considered his wording for a while, and said concisely: "There have been rumors in the court that King Ning and Wen Chongzhou have a very close friendship. I fear that this matter is not just a myth."

Yin Wujiu was silent for a while, and said: "Forget it, let him take it if he wants it." In fact, Yin Wujiu didn't care much about Wen Chongzhou's body, whether it was buried or taken away by someone was up to him. There is no difference anymore.

"However, the ministers who left the palace were all blocked on the road. If this corpse is taken away by him in full view, I'm afraid it will attract criticism. It will be of no benefit to the court, the opposition, or the prince." Zhao Yansheng's old face On the surface, I couldn't hide my worries, and I still felt a little sigh.

Speaking of which, when the late emperor was around, he followed the late emperor to trust Wen Chongzhou, and was even grateful to him for appearing by His Majesty's side, so that even today, watching this generation of heroes suddenly fall, wrapped in a coarse cloth, he would be careless Buried, I felt a little sad in my heart.

Yin Wujiu asked Zhao Yansheng to prepare his horse and went to the scene of the incident himself.

Sure enough, as Zhao Yansheng said, Yin Hongyu stopped the carriage carrying the corpse, and behind the carriage, all kinds of carriages and sedan chairs blocked half the street. The situation, the civil servants and their family members huddled in the car and waited anxiously, and sent a servant to check the situation.

Holding a sword in his hand, Yin Hongyu stood upright in the middle of the road with disheveled hair and blood-stained clothes, as if if the person opposite wanted to pass by, he would run over his own corpse first.

Noticing Yin Wujiu's arrival, everyone present knelt down to salute, shouted long live, and consciously made a way for him, only Yin Hongyu, the moment he saw Yin Wujiu, instead of saluting, his eyes flashed. Shot a strong hatred, and clenched the sword in his hand, posing an attacking stance.

"You killed him!" Yin Hongyu questioned Yin Wujiu before he could say anything.

Yin Wujiu paused, and said: "He deserves to die."

The three words were cold and indifferent, without much ups and downs, but they stimulated Yin Hongyu in an instant.

"Shut up." He raised his sword and pointed at Yin Wujiu, sternly shouted.

Yin Hongyu's emotions were too intense, Yin Wujiu was stunned for a moment, so he didn't continue to speak.

Yin Hongyu stared at his indifferent and innocent face for a long while, then suddenly laughed lowly: "Hehe, hehehe... You said he deserved to die, but you actually said he deserved to die... Yin Wujiu, do you know? Anyone can say that, but you are not qualified to say that about him!"

"Presumptuous, how can you just call the Holy One by his name—" Some officials couldn't stop listening, and scolded Yin Hongyu, then turned to look at Yin Wujiu, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid King Ning has been stimulated and lost his mind. See, it's better to capture him quickly and make a decision later."

Yin Wujiu actually felt that Yin Hongyu's words were inexplicable, but for some reason, there was an inexplicable curiosity in his heart that urged him, and he couldn't help but want to explore the meaning of the other party's words.

He waved his hand at the official and asked Yin Hongyu, "Brother Huang, what do you mean by that?"

"Yin Wujiu!" Yin Hongyu said word by word, "Do you know who you killed?"

Yin Wujiu saw the expression on his face gradually becoming crazy, and suddenly felt that he was also a little funny.

What kind of question is this, how could he not know who he killed?

Maybe this person is really abnormal, I shouldn't have answered his words just now!

"Come here, take King Ning down." Yin Wujiu put away those indescribable emotions in his heart, and ordered lightly.

In fact, before that, those imperial guards did not dare to attack Yin Hongyu because of his noble status as a prince, but now that His Majesty has spoken, they no longer have any worries, and they will step forward to take Yin Hongyu down.

Yin Hongyu avoided their hands stretching out to him, and kicked a guard flying: "Yin Wujiu, if you have the ability, go and take off his mask and see who he is?"

Yin Wujiu met Yin Hongyu's gaze, and suddenly realized something.

——Yes, he had always felt that the process of getting rid of Wen Chongzhou seemed a little too smooth.

Could it be that what he killed was really not Wen Chongzhou, but his double?

If the person who died was not Wen Chongzhou, who would it be?

Thinking of this, Yin Wujiu suddenly turned around, looked at the simple carriage with the corpse, and then walked over quickly.

He needs to make sure immediately whether he really took revenge.

The door of the carriage was broken, and it was accidentally broken by Yin Hongyu when he forcibly approached the carriage before. Unfortunately, there were so many people on the other side. Just as he jumped into the carriage and took a look at the people inside, he was given a slap in the face by the guards. Hit it down.

"Your Majesty, you can't do it!" Zhao Yansheng who rushed to see Yin Wujiu was about to get into the carriage, couldn't help but stop him.

But Yin Wujiu obviously didn't have his attention, so he jumped into the carriage lightly.

"Bring the lamp."

Zhao Yansheng had no choice but to take the palace lantern from the little eunuch behind him and hand it to Yin Wujiu.

Yin Wujiu put the lamp in the carriage, and the dark interior of the carriage became brighter in an instant.

Yin Wujiu lifted off the white cloth covering the man's face, and what he saw was the very familiar silver mask from that side.

From approaching the carriage to lifting the white cloth, the whole process was done in one go, but when he was about to take off the other party's mask, for some reason, he suddenly felt a bit of inexplicable anxiety and fear.

It doesn't matter, even if he is asked to escape the golden cicada's shell, the future will be long, at most it will be enough to kill it again in the future!

Yin Wujiu mistakenly thought that the emotion in his heart was caused by worrying that he would be cheated, so he silently comforted himself, then he stretched out his hand and slowly took off the man's mask.

During the whole process, Yin Hongyu has been observing Yin Wujiu's reaction, seeing that he seems to be relieved after uncovering the other party's mask, he was a little dumbfounded for a while.

Why... would he react like this?

No, he definitely shouldn't have reacted like this!

The more Yin Hongyu thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, taking advantage of people's unpreparedness, he rushed into the carriage and pushed Yin Wujiu away, when he saw the man's face under the mask, Yin Hongyu was stunned for a moment, and then quickly understood.

Looking at the mottled and ugly face under the man's mask, Yin Hongyu suddenly felt very funny, and he really laughed, but when he smiled, tears welled up in his eyes. Emotionally distorted.

"Brother Huang...don't look at it!" Yin Wujiu looked at his look about to cry and laugh, suddenly he didn't want to care about so much anymore.

Looking at Yin Hongyu's appearance, he really cared about this person, and he didn't want to embarrass a sentimental person.

However, his sudden concern did not bring Yin Hongyu any emotion.

He raised his eyes and glared at Yin Wujiu bitterly, then touched the face of the person lying on the ground with trembling hands.

That face is muscular, uneven, like a face on the surface of the moon with thousands of ravines, just looking at it is very permeable, let alone touching it.

Yin Wujiu looked at Yin Hongyu's caress without any distaste, at first he was a little shocked by the other's feelings for this man, but gradually, he vaguely realized that it didn't seem to be the case.

When he saw Yin Hongyu's fingers touching the side of the man's face, he actually lifted the skin of his face slowly.

□□!

Such a word popped up in Yin Wujiu's mind almost instantly, and when Yin Hongyu tore off that layer of skin, Yin Wujiu was dumbfounded.

Under the dizzy yellow light, that handsome face, which was completely opposite to the ugly face just now, strongly stimulated Yin Wujiu's nerves.

He blinked his eyes at the people on the ground, and shook his head vigorously, but no matter what he did, the face in his sight did not change in any way.

This is not a hallucination, but it is more terrifying and unbelievable than any hallucinations and nightmares.

Master... The person sleeping in the carriage turned out to be his master!

"No, no...it's impossible!"

"How is it impossible? Wen Chongzhou is your master. He knew you hated him, so he adopted you as Wen Jue, raised you, and helped you ascend to the throne of God. But now, you killed him yourself." Seeing Yin Wujiu's expression like that, Yin Hongyu suddenly felt a kind of revenge-like pleasure.

Why, why is it that only he suffers, but he doesn't know anything, and enjoys everything that person gave him innocently?

Yin Hongyu used to be scruples about Wen Jue, so he kept this secret hard all the time, but what was the result in return, it was the death of his loved one!

Wen Chongzhou, since you just died like this, what else do I have to be afraid of?

Yin Hongyu rubbed the gun in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are dying, and you are worried that he will know all this and make such a fake face to cover up the truth, but I will not let you do what you want. You are dead. Don't even think about it...Since you're going crazy, let's go crazy together, haha, hahahaha!"

The clear and pleasant voice in the past, but now it seems like the devil's voice from hell, directly hitting Yin Wujiu's brain through Yin Wujiu's eardrums, mercilessly hurting his nerves.

Following Yin Hongyu's words, he began to keep recalling what happened in these years in his mind. All of this seemed so unthinkable, but after a deep analysis, it was not without trace.

Wen Chongzhou and his master have the same body shape; their faces have burn marks; their martial arts and body skills are so similar... During those years in the army, although Wen Chongzhou was embarrassed by himself everywhere, he never To take his own life, even if he knew that he hated him so much; moreover, his master and Wen Chongzhou never seemed to appear in the same place at the same time.

The more Yin Wujiu thought about it, the faster his faith collapsed.

But once he began to accept this fact, more incomprehensible doubts and pains surged.

He married the princess and his half-sister, and he was loving and harmonious with her, but he kept saying that he liked him and would always be by his side?

So are these words all lies?What else did he lie to himself about?Which one of his words is true, or in other words, all of them are a play on the spot, a deception carefully planned by him...

Yin Wujiu may never be able to figure it out, why does this man want to be so nice to himself, but hurt himself unscrupulously at the same time?

Yin Wujiu's head hurt from thinking about it, he held his head tightly tightly, the double torture of body and mind made him wish he could grab the ground with his head and die to escape.

"Ah—" When the pain was extreme, a white light suddenly flashed in Yin Wujiu's mind.

Red, blood-like red, amidst the sound of gongs and drums, he was wearing a bright red wedding dress, was carried out of sixteen wedding sedan chairs, stepped up the three wide six steps in front of the general's mansion, stepped over the brazier, and entered the gate , married, sent to the bridal chamber... He waited anxiously for half a night holding the dagger, and finally waited for the time to assassinate—that man did not go to the bridal chamber, but was lingering with the seventh prince at that time in the side hall where there was no one else. He rushed in and stabbed the dagger prepared in advance into the man's chest... After that, his memory was blank.

He has always been curious about what happened after that, he wondered how he could completely withdraw after he seriously injured Wen Chongzhou, but now, he remembered everything.

That night that year, after he stabbed the dagger into the man's chest, he suddenly discovered that the man he was going to kill was the man he cherished as a treasure in his life and regarded as his life—his master!