The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

After talking with the excited Xiaosong for a while, Wen Jue turned to look at Fei Hu: "Nothing happened, right?"

Although Wen Jue slept for two days without knowing his personnel, but based on his understanding of Flying Arc, if there were no accidents, Flying Arc would not be able to take him to find a place to stay here.

Hearing this, Fei Hu paused for a while with the hand holding the cloth towel.

"What's wrong?" Wen Jue sensed something was wrong almost immediately, "If there's something wrong, just say it."

"Master... Young Master, he knows everything."

The calmness on Wen Jue's face was broken in an instant, and he fell into a kind of petrified sluggishness.

Flying arc has never seen him like this before, he was worried, and subconsciously relieved: "Master, as long as you explain the misunderstanding clearly, young master, he won't mind, after all, after all, he is so..." He cares about you!

Wen Jue hadn't finished speaking after the arc, and suddenly Wen Jue grabbed his wrist: "Is he okay, how is he?" Wen Jue thought of what happened two years ago, and his mind was completely confused for a moment.

——Back then, Wu Jiu knew the truth, so he wanted to commit suicide unacceptably. Now this scene... how can he bear it!

Flying Arc: "Young master...Young master, he is fine, master, don't worry."

Wen Jue said, "You tell the truth."

Fei Hu was silent for a while, and said hesitantly: "Young master was stimulated at first, he vomited blood and fainted, and fell into a coma all night, but the master is relieved, the subordinates heard that the young master has woken up, and he was still in court yesterday. It's all right."

Although he said so, how could Wen Jue not be worried, what he was worried about was wishing he could fly over to have a look at the other party immediately.

"I'm going to see him." Wen Jue threw off the quilt and rolled off the bed.

However, as soon as he took a step, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Wen Jue knew that he was injured. He felt a pain in his chest when he woke up, but he could bear it anyway. But at this moment, the pain suddenly increased, making his back break out in cold sweat, and his eyes turned black.

Seeing his swaying body, looking like he was about to fall, Fei Hu hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and made him sit back on the bed.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Jue covered the wound on his chest with one hand, and scratched at the edge of the bed with the other. The bead of sweat on his forehead was like rain, and he was unable to speak a word through his teeth.

Fei Hu was stunned, then hurriedly took off Wen Jue's hand and ripped open the skirt of his shirt.

But seeing that the gauze wrapped around Wen Jue's chest was soaked in blood, and the color of that blood was abnormally black.

"...It's poison!" Fei Hu's face changed drastically in an instant, "Young Master's sword is poisonous."

Wen Jue had taken the fake death drug before, and his whole body was in a dormant state, even the blood stopped flowing, and the toxin could not be volatilized, so that the arc did not find that Wen Jue had been poisoned. Until now, Wen Jue's body functions have recovered , and the poisonous and medicinal nature also became active.

"Master, Flying Arc to find a doctor!" After Flying Arc came to his senses, he spoke quickly.

Wen Jue pulled out a little bit of energy, and warned: "Be careful, don't be discovered by others." If the flying arc is found, Wen Jue will not be able to hide himself, and he doesn't want to be caught by Yin Yin in this situation. No fault saw it.

"Flying arc knows." Flying arc responded quickly, and then left the tavern in a blink of an eye.

He was dressed in black as usual, but it was not like the well-made fine clothes in the past, but gray linen clothes, with messy hair hanging down in front of his forehead, half covering his handsome face. He also stepped on it deliberately heavy and vain, looking like an ordinary ordinary person.

Fei Hu knew the topography of the imperial capital well, and soon found a famous doctor in the city, and brought him here.

"Master, master..." Seeing that Wen Jue was asleep, Fei Hu tentatively called a few times.

After the words fell, the person on the bed didn't respond, and Fei Hu felt a little panicked. Dang even wanted to see if he was still alive, but before he stretched out his hand, Wen Jue opened his eyes.

"You're back?" Wen Jue's voice was a little hoarse, and he didn't know if he did it or what.

Fei Hu's half-stretched hand paused for a moment, then retracted quietly: "Master, the doctor is here."

The doctor is an old man in his 60s, with a pale face and few wrinkles. He looks much younger than his actual age, but his hair is gray.

He cut off the bandage on Wen Jue's body with scissors, and the moment the wound was exposed, a crack appeared in the calm expression on his face, and then the inspection became faster.

Where Wen Jue was wounded by the sword, the wound had already started to fester, and the meridians transporting blood spread around the blood hole, as if a black spider web had been woven on his chest, which looked weird and terrifying.

Flying Arc looked at the old doctor who was feeling the pulse, looking at the eyeballs, and looking at the tongue coating and nails, and also looked at the horrible injury on Wen Jue's chest, and said extremely disturbed: "Doctor, my master, what is in it?" poison?"

The old doctor took it back, and shook his head with a heavy expression: "This poison is called Huawu. It is made from the venom secreted by the hundred-year-old Huawu grass, combined with hundreds of extremely corrosive poisons..."

Flying Arc heard a face that was black, then white, then black again, and before anyone could finish speaking, he couldn't help but interrupted: "Just tell me how to get rid of this poison?"

The doctor was shocked by his body and shook his head, collected himself, and said: "Is there no cure for this poison?"

Flying Arc's face froze: "What does this mean?"

The doctor said: "Turning crows can rot flesh and bones, and kill people in an instant. Judging from the injury of the young master, the medicine in the medicine should have been diluted, but even so, it will only take more than a month at most, please return it." Everyone... my condolences!"

These words were like a flash of lightning, and directly stunned Fei Hu and Wen Jue.

Flying Arc froze there for a while, and after regaining his senses, he grabbed the lapel of the old doctor's chest: "This is impossible, you quack doctor, don't talk nonsense!"

"Flying arc, don't be rude." Wen Jue's voice was not loud, and there was no reproach in his tone, but there was an invisible deterrent force just by opening his mouth, making people unconsciously obey his wishes.

Fei Hu pursed his lips, and let go of his hand a little unwillingly.

The doctor had just been strangled by him without severity and almost lost his breath. Now he held his neck and gasped for breath, and then straightened his clothes that were messed up by the flying arc, and said: "This poison comes from a well-known drug in Jianghu. According to the old man's knowledge, five people were poisoned by the Poison Emperor's Poisonous Hand, three of them had no bones left, one committed suicide due to unbearable pain, and only one survived by luck."

In fact, this poison, the medicine, is the bottle that Yin Wujiu found out from Wen Jue when Yin Wujiu pressed him for the antidote. If it is destroyed, it will not be used on Wen Jue.

It's just that the world is unpredictable, Yin Wujiu was all about detoxifying Wen Jue at that time, he didn't put his mind on this thing at all, after getting the answer from Du Wujuan that he promised to heal Wen Jue, he casually threw these medicines on the ground , and was picked up by Du Wujuan again.

He didn't know that Wen Chongzhou was Wen Jue, because he wanted to avenge Yin Wujiu when he heard that Wen Chongzhou and Yin Hongjie had teamed up to frame Yin Wujiu. Later, when he went to the General's Mansion, not only did he not take revenge, he also suffered a big loss. Added together, he wished that Wen Chongzhou's life would be worse than death.

So at the palace banquet that day, after drugging Wen Jue, he secretly smeared the Huawu on Yin Wujiu's sword blade, and the reason why he diluted the concentration of Huawu was because he felt It was too cheap for Wen Chongzhou to die like this.

If His Majesty's sword really hit him, then he would ask His Majesty to save this person's life, and then let him die gradually under the pain of piercing intestines and rotting bones.

If there is any deviation in his plan, it is that Wen Jue took the fake death medicine and stopped breathing in a short time after being hit by the sword, but in the final analysis, the result was as he wished.

However, after hearing the doctor's words, Fei Hu felt a little hopeful in his heart, and was about to ask how the last person survived, when he heard the other party say: "He was poisoned with this poison on his arm. Hidden weapon, he cut off his own arm decisively and saved his life."

Flying Arc: "..."

"I'm ashamed, I really can't get rid of this poison for this young master, so I can only prescribe some pain-relieving medicine for him." Feeling the stagnant and gloomy atmosphere in the room, the doctor paused, and added in a low voice, "For today's As long as we find the person who makes this medicine, we may have a chance of survival."

Hearing that there is still a chance, Flying Arc will naturally not let it go, and Dang even decides to look for Du Wujuan.

"Xiao Song, please follow the doctor for a while and get some medicine. I'll go out for a while."

Xiaosong was also anxious at this time, seeing his benefactor suffering the pain and wishing he could replace it with his own body, he agreed without saying a word: "Brother Feihu, don't worry, Xiaosong will definitely manage it well:"

The doctor and Xiao Song left, and Fei Hu also wanted to go out, but Wen Jue suddenly refused to let him go.

When Fei Hu heard this, he became impatient: "Why?"

Wen Jue said: "It's useless, there is no antidote for this poison." When he read the original book before, he saw this poison. The drug was described in the book. The original book clearly stated that this is a poison that has no cure. Jue just summoned the system to ask, and the answer given by the system was the same.

"There will be. Since he can produce this poison, he can also develop an antidote. Master, you wait, and Flying Arc will definitely get the antidote for you." Flying Arc denied emotionally, and the words fell flat. Before Wen Jue could continue to say more, he was about to run out the door.

Wen Jue's tone suddenly became a little harsh: "Stop."

Under his invisible coercion, the flying arc almost stopped by conditioned reflex.

"you come back."

"master……"

"Don't you even listen to me?"

Hearing his weak but stubborn voice, Fei Hu's eyes suddenly turned red: "Why? There is clearly still hope, why doesn't Master let Fei Hu go, don't you, don't you want to live?"

How could it be, how could he not want to live?

He still has a loved one in this world, and an unborn child, how could he die!

But no matter how strong the desire to survive is, Wen Jue will not let Fei Hu go to find Du Wujuan. First, it is unknown whether Du Wujuan is willing to try to develop an antidote for him; The news of being alive spread to Wu Jiu's ears, but he will not be able to survive when the time comes. Wouldn't that be another heavy blow to Wu Jiu!

Wen decided to calm down, and said, "Flying arc, you must be tired these days, go and have a rest, okay?"

"Master, how can I sleep if you are like this." Flying arc showed anxiety that he had never felt before.

Wen Jue said: "I will find a way. Besides, the doctor said that I still have dozens of days. Even if I want to find a way, I'm not in a hurry. Are you right?"

Not so!

Looking at his calm look, Fei Hu was about to run away. He tried his best to endure it, but he couldn't hold it back, and then he really ran away.

Wen Jue looked at the back of him leaving anxiously, a softness appeared in his eyes, and then he started to communicate with the system.

"Am I really going to die?"

The black-and-white cat in my mind, which used to be active, jumping around and answering questions, seemed a little silent at the moment. It seemed to be able to sense Wen Jue's mood. After a long while, it slowly replied: [The host will not die. . 】