The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

Feeling this familiar pain, Wen Jue prepared for a long time before lowering his head slowly and stiffly.

Then, he saw the thing that left him with a deep psychological shadow during this period - the white cloth, the white cloth wrapped from head to toe.

Wen Jue's face was dazed for a while, and he sat up from the bed and stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, just poking his head out, before his eyes got used to the light outside, he heard a series of crackling porcelain hit the eardrums.

Just like the faded brocade tent with cloud patterns that Wen Jue saw at the beginning, the furnishings in this room are also very simple. The black solid wood tables and chairs have a strange sense of heaviness in the dim light. The person who came in was also wearing a black robe, against the afterglow of the setting sun, Wen Jue couldn't see his face clearly, but he could clearly see the staring eyes of the other party.

Since the time of the accident, he has long been used to the reactions of others when they see him. Looking at this situation, he must have been frightened by himself again, right?

Thinking of this, Wen Jue couldn't help showing a bit of fatigue and boredom on his face.

His life is really hard, he is so crippled, yet he is still alive!

The little guard looked at the distorted head that suddenly appeared from the tent, and fell into a daze for a moment. It took a long time before he recovered from the shock.

He walked to the bed in three steps at a time, almost incoherent with excitement: "Grand, ah no, General, General, you are awake, you have finally woken up!"

"General?" Wen Jue raised his eyes mechanically, silently looking at this excited man.

Strictly speaking, this should not be considered a man, after all, he only looks about fourteen or fifteen years old.

A white and tender bun face, black and bright eyes, hair on the top of the head is meticulously tied into a neat bun with a wooden hairpin, and the black dress is worn on the body, making the body look thinner and thinner, as if it can be blown away by a gust of wind paper man.

This young man in ancient costume, call him a general?

So, am I dreaming, or have I really entered the underworld?

"A few days ago, there were assassins at the night banquet in the palace. Your Majesty was caught in a sea of ​​flames. You have done a great job in escorting your son, and now you have been named General Protector by Your Majesty." When it landed on Wen Jue again, he stopped talking abruptly, and turned his eyes red.

What a price was paid for this title of general. Although the young master managed to save his life by chance, his current appearance...

Wen Jue was at a loss when he heard the young man's narration. What is it all about?

Is this kid talking nonsense, or is he lost his mind and gone crazy?

Seeing his frown and silence, the young man thought that he could not accept the reality, and comforted him instead: "General, please take care of yourself. Your Majesty has sent you the best imperial physician in the Imperial Hospital. You will definitely, definitely recover." of!"

Wen Jue waited silently for him to finish, and asked directly: "Who are you?"

"Ah?" The boy's face froze for a moment, and after a few seconds, his expression gradually became confused: "General, don't you know me? I'm Nanxi, your personal attendant?"

Nam Hee?Such a familiar name!

"General?" While he was thinking, the little guard named Nan Xi called him again, and it was this call that instantly awakened Wen Jue's memory.

He remembered why he felt the name was familiar - it was a character in the novel "The Emperor's Strategy" he had read a month ago, and this young man who called himself Nanxi just called himself... General?

Wen Jue quickly recalled the contents of the novel in his brain, and the expression on his face changed several times, becoming more and more distorted. Coupled with his face with half of his face wrapped in cloth strips, the effect was absolutely hideous.

Nan Xi was a little frightened. He was at a loss for a while, and finally turned around and ran out. When he passed the door, he tripped over the tray and wound medicine that fell on the ground when he entered the door. He didn't care about the pain, got up and continued to run out .

In a blink of an eye, even the sound of footsteps could not be heard.

A gust of wind blew head-on, shaking the black carved wooden door back and forth, and the creaking sound entered the eardrums, as if playing a tragic lament.

It wasn't until this time that Wen Jue began to pay a little attention to the layout of the house. The house is small in size, the lighting is average, and the overall tone is very dark. There are tall shelves on one wall, and some books are placed on it. On the other wall, there are some weapons like bows and arrows hanging, the quality of which looks average, and in the direction opposite to his bed, there is a sword stand with a height of half a person, on which is a long sword with a cold light, next to the sword stand , a silver armor gleaming with brilliance, can arouse the blood of all men almost in an instant.

This long sword and silver armor are probably the only valuable things in this house.

But at this moment, it was not these that attracted Wen Jue's attention, but the figure reflected in the bronze mirror that fell to the ground beside the armor.

The only half of the face exposed in the mirror has eyebrows and eyes that are quite similar to his, but it is much younger than his appearance at that time, and it looks like he looked like when he was a teenager.

Wen Jue moved his hands and feet, got off the bed, endured the severe pain all over his body, and moved step by step to the yellowed bronze mirror.

The mirror had probably been dropped, and there were many cracks on it, but because it was broken at the corners, it didn't affect its use. Wen Jue stretched out his hand, and the person in the mirror followed his movement and stretched out a hand.

Wen Jue's hand froze in the air, and then slowly retracted it, but the exposed eye was still staring at the figure in the mirror without blinking, as if masochistic.

As time passed, his breathing gradually became heavy, and his chest began to hurt again.

Not only was the location of the burn the same, but even the heart disease from his mother's womb was still there... So is this body his?

Oh my god, are you... joking with him?

A hoarse low laugh broke the silent air, like the sound of a ghost passing through the underworld, and then something that had been accumulated for a long time suddenly burst out - Wen Jue raised his fist and slammed it on the mirror in front of him.

The figure in the mirror shattered instantly, and blood seeped out from the white cloth wrapped around his hands.

Wen Jue could no longer feel the pain.

He staggered and took a step back. His body, which had been in a coma for several days, was as thin as bamboo and was on the verge of falling, but he never fell down.

After a while, his eyes shifted to the long sword next to him.

When the cold blade touched his neck, his mood was surprisingly calm, even his mind was blank.

However, just when he was about to use force in his hand, an inexplicable force bounced the sword in his hand.

Wen Jue froze for a moment, raised his eyes and looked around, but saw nothing, but his intuition told him that a pair of eyes were staring at him.

But he wasn't curious, so he didn't ask aloud.

The air once again fell into a stagnant state.

【Why don't you ask me who I am? It's boring? ] After a long while, a voice said with a little disappointment, the sound is a positive sound, but it has an electronic mechanical texture.

Wen Jue didn't speak, moved his arm, and picked up the sword again.

[Hey, wait, wait, let me finish talking before deciding whether to die or not? 】As the sound of these words fell, a burst of white light flashed across the eyes, and the light dissipated. On the floor paved with blue bricks, a small black and white creature appeared.

The black fur covers both eyes, like symmetrical hair parted on both sides, and then extends back to the tail and limbs, as if wearing a black cloak, looking mighty and cool.

No need to look too much, this is a cow cat with pure coat color.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that this cat is not physical, its body is actually composed of countless small codes.

"Ahahaha, Sheriff Black Cat, ahhahaha Sheriff Black Cat..." After a series of very passionate Kiaimu, the little thing suddenly stood up with its hind legs together, and then raised its right front paw, He saluted Wen Jue, and at the same time said in a straight voice, "Hi host, I am 2060 from the emperor cultivation system in 2060110, you can call me 110, or black cat sheriff, of course , you'd better call me Sheriff Black Cat."

"..." Wen Jue looked at this kitten full of aura, and was speechless for a while, before asking, "So what do you want to say?"

2060110: "You may not be able to accept it, but it's the truth, so when you hear what I say later, I hope you don't get too excited."

Wen Jue glanced at it lightly, and said, "You mean, I'm stuck in a book now?"

There was a dull look in 110's eyes, and then he said frantically, "Ah, how do you know?"

Wen Jue: "So?"

110: "Why aren't you surprised at all?"

Wen Jue: "Just tell me now that the men in this book can have children, I won't be surprised."

110: "In 2060, it is no longer a strange thing for men to have children."

"..." Wen Jue, "So what is your purpose for appearing here?"

"What a boring human being!" 110 complained silently, and finally brought the topic back on track, "If you want to return to the original world, you must complete the tasks arranged by the system."

Wen Jue said lightly, "Not interested?"

"???" The little milk cat 110 was stunned.

"Who told you that I want to go back?" In that world, what else is there to cherish?

110 paused: "You can also choose to stay in the world in the book and complete the system tasks, and you will get system rewards."

Wen Jue was a little funny, he didn't even want his life, so he didn't care about rewards.

110 seemed to see his intentions this time, and finally stopped playing tricks, and added in one breath: "The reward is that your body will gradually recover, and after completing the final task, you will be able to return to a normal state, even exceeding the normal number of times." .”

After Wen Jue heard this sentence, the stagnant expression on his face finally fluctuated: "The state of a normal person, that is to say, my heart can also be healed?"

"Of course." In the childish and mechanical electronic voice, there was a bit of self-confidence.

Wen Jue pondered for a few seconds, and said, "What is the mission?" Although he didn't quite believe that he could get rid of the heart disease that had accompanied him for more than thirty years, after going through all the crazy things right now, Wen Jue already felt that there was no What is unacceptable to him.

All his life, he has lived a cautious and ordinary life. If he has the opportunity, he can take a breath of air wantonly, and it is not in vain to come to this world.

It wasn't until this moment that Wen Jue suddenly realized that he also had something he wanted.

110: "The task is that the host needs to play the role of Wen Chongzhou in "The Emperor's Strategy" well, and help the protagonist ascend to the throne without falling into the villain's design."

Wen Jue: "Isn't this a villain? I remember that the first thing the hero did after he became emperor was to kill him."

110: "It's the 18th year of Tianji, and it's still too early for the hero to proclaim himself emperor."

Wen Jue: "So I'm going to live like this ghost for more than ten years?"

110: "The system rewards are issued gradually. Every time the host completes a task, they will receive corresponding rewards."

Wen Jue was silent for a while, and said, "I accept."

"The system has been activated successfully. The activation code: It's better to live than to die." As soon as Wen Jue finished speaking, 110's slightly mechanical childish voice quickly said, as if he was afraid that he would go back on his word.

And there seemed to be an unconcealable excitement in that tone.