The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

Wen Jue didn't immediately give him an affirmative answer, but instead asked, "What do you think?"

Although Wang Ergou is young, his observation skills are not weak. Otherwise, in the carriage that day, he would not have contacted him in Fuyu Village just because of the smell on Wen Jue's body.

Originally, the child felt a little familiar when he saw the skills of those chasing him today. After Wen Jue's guidance, he actually had his own conclusion in his heart. Thinking back on the experience just now, Wang Ergou suddenly felt a shudder on his back. cold.

——He had almost trusted that person just now. If he really believed in him and was taken away by him, the consequences would be unimaginable to Wang Ergou.

Wen Jue carefully observed the child's expression, seeing that his face was green, then white, then green, and his small mouth was tightly pursed, that inexplicable sense of guilt surged into his heart again.

Preventing relatives from recognizing each other... I am too wicked!

Probably in order to echo Wen Jue's mood at the moment, the next moment, there was a sudden sharp pain in his arm. The feeling was like a knife piercing a needle, or like a burning fire, but it was as familiar as it was engraved into the soul.

When this happened last time, Wen Jue was at least alone in the room, but now in public, he couldn't even scream in pain.

But the pain is not something you can bear by holding it back. After Wen Jue endured it for a while, he broke out in several layers of cold sweat, and his clothes were soaked.

Wang Ergou felt that the arm holding him was getting tighter and tighter, as if his body was about to be strangled, and he blurted out: "Are you going to strangle me to death?"

These words were really blunt, but after a while, the man didn't respond at all, which made Wang Ergou a little panicked.

He raised his head, and through the cold mask, he saw the man's thin lips tightly pursed into a line. Further up, there were the same pair of cold eyes in his impression. The man stared straight ahead, his eyes rolled He didn't move, but the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, as if he was enduring great pain.

"You, what's the matter with you?" The child asked tentatively, with a hint of worry in his tone unconsciously.

It's not that Wen Jue didn't hear what he said, it's just that his arm hurts too much. He was afraid that he would be discouraged if he opened his mouth, so he could only grit his teeth and act dumb.

His only response to Wang Ergou was to release the child from his arms.

Although Wen Jue didn't take off his clothes to check the changes on his arm, he could even imagine the burnt area growing inch by inch, growing new skin, and then removing that hideous layer of dead muscle.

This process lasted for a quarter of an hour, during which even Yin Hongyu noticed that something was wrong with him, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you, isn't it because you have a heart attack again?"

"This hall is talking to you, are you dumb?"

"Hey, if you want to die or live, you are cheating."

"Wen Chongzhou—"

Just when Yin Hongyu almost thought that Wen Jue was possessed by an evil spirit, Wen Jue finally got through the suffocating pain.

When the tense nerves were relaxed, the soles of Wen Jue's feet suddenly softened, and he almost slipped on the ground.

Seeing this, Yin Hongyu and Wang Ergou, who had been watching him, stretched out their hands subconsciously almost at the same time.

Pain can't tire the body, but it takes a huge toll on the spirit.

With the support of the two of them, Wen Jue managed to stabilize his body, and after a long while, he finally recovered a little.

Yin Hongyu saw that he stood up straight, and said, "What's going on with you?"

Wen Jue said: "My heart is not feeling well." There are ready-made reasons in front of me, and there is no reason to make other excuses.

Sure enough, Yin Hongyu had no doubts, but murmured, "I really don't know what my father thinks, let you be in charge of our army."

Wen Jue was out of energy and was not in the mood to argue with him, so he pretended not to hear these words.

A group of people walked for a while, and finally came out from the alley.

Wang Ergou looked around, and the lively scene of people coming and going gave him some confidence, so he thought of running away again.

It's just that as soon as this plan was implemented, Wen Jue strangled it in the cradle.

Seeing that he had seen through his mind, Wang Ergou didn't bother to argue anymore, and said frankly, "Let me go, I'm leaving."

Wen Jue's hand grabbing the child's wrist remained motionless: "Not safe?" In fact, it wasn't Wang Ergou who was unsafe, but Wen Jue himself, because once he let Wang Ergou go, Yi Weilian would definitely find him. When the plot collapses, he might be done playing.

So just to be on the safe side, Wen Jue can't let this child out of his sight now.

Wang Ergou's slightly pale eyebrows slowly twitched, and after a while, he suddenly asked, "Why save me?" Before it was clear, he said that he was just an insignificant beggar, whether he was dead or alive. It's important, now that he's acting like he cares about himself, what is this guy thinking?

Unable to explain anything, Wen Jue simply replied, "I am willing."

Wang Ergou was stunned for a moment, then poked his neck and said, "If his mother is willing, he can save me. If Minger is not happy, he can just throw me to anyone to chop me up?"

Wen Jue raised his hand to poke the kid's head: "In your little head..."

He stopped abruptly in the middle of the sentence.

That doesn't seem to suit his personality!Thinking of this, Wen Jue pretended to be nonchalant and withdrew his hand, and said indifferently, "It's possible."

Hearing the words, Wang Ergou instantly blushed with a dirty little face, and then tried harder to get rid of Wen Jue and grabbed his hand, saying in his mouth: "I don't care about you, let me go!" .”

"Tsk tsk, you've got a bad temper." Yin Hongyu looked amusedly at the side, and couldn't help but tsk, "General Wen, where did you know this little brat?"

Wang Ergou retorted: "Are you a fucking brat?"

"Presumptuous!" The servant following Yin Hongyu's complexion changed, and he snapped sharply.

Wang Ergou was startled when he was reprimanded by the man, and he shut his mouth reflexively.

Seeing him standing still, Wen Jue stretched out his hand to hold his hand again.

Wang Ergou said: "I won't go with you."

Wen Jue was silent for a while, then said: "Then I'll ask someone to take you home."

Wang Ergou is still unwilling.

Wen Jue didn't know why he was so stubborn, and after asking for a long time, the child finally faltered and said what was in his heart.

"Grandpa is still waiting for me. If he doesn't wait for me, he will be very anxious. I will go back to find him."

It was because of this.

"Your grandfather is also in this town?" Wen Jue asked.

Wang Ergou nodded: "Today, I accompanied my grandfather to the town to see a doctor. I originally wanted to go out to buy some food, but I met those people. I have been out for so long and haven't returned. Grandpa must be in a hurry. "

Wen Jue thought for a while and said, "You come with me, and I'll send someone to pick him up."

Wang Ergou said: "No, I will go by myself."

Wen Jue said: "If you meet the person just now again, your grandfather's body will not be able to withstand the torture just now."

When the child heard this, his complexion suddenly became serious.

After hesitating for a while, he finally agreed.

According to the address given by the child, Wen Jue sent a few people to the hospital to pick up the old man, while he took Wang Ergou and Yin Hongyu to the government office in Letian Town first.

Ask Nanxi to take Wang Ergou to rest in the room arranged by the governor, while Wen Jue and Yin Hongyu go to the government office.

On the way, Yin Hongyu couldn't help talking about Wang Ergou: "Who the hell is that kid? It made you worry so much."

Wen Jue evaded the incident of meeting Wang Ergou with Emperor Shangwen the day before yesterday when he was on tour in micro-service, and finally said: "At any rate, we lived and died together, which is also a kind of fate. I won’t ask him to be taken away halfway.”

Yin Hongyu didn't understand what happened, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with his words. After thinking for a while, he turned to ask: "What is the origin of this child, and why are those people chasing him?"

Wen Jue's kung fu of opening his eyes and telling nonsense has long been proficient, and even the puzzled expression on his face is so in place: "I don't know."

Yin Hongyu wanted to say something more, but the magistrate who was going to arrange the reception came over with someone, bringing this topic to an end for the time being.

After a hasty lunch in the government office, Wen Jue first looked through the account books and disaster records brought by the magistrate.

Just as he thought, the accounts in the booklet were clear and analyzed in detail, and there were no flaws at all.

Wen Jue closed the account book and began to verbally inquire about the prefect's disaster relief situation.

Mr. Liu's answer was not much different from what was recorded in the brochure.

During the communication between the two, Yin Hongyu was sitting on the side, playing with a sapphire teacup with his pale fingertips, as if he didn't listen to their conversation at all.

After Wen Jue sent Master Liu away, Yin Hongyu put down the cup in his hand and said, "Since we can't find anything, why make it difficult for yourself, why not take a trip, isn't it better for everyone?"

At this moment, Wen Jue had to lament the professionalism of the seventh prince—he never forgot to brush up his identity as the eldest prince's party, and pretended to be like this. No one suspected him yet.

But there are some things, even if Wen Jue knows it well, he can't point it out, so he can only save the country.

"Your Majesty came to this place just the day before yesterday. He has seen the situation here with his own eyes. If it is true what His Highness said, I will return to Beijing this time without bringing back anything. How can I explain to His Majesty?"

"Oh? Then the hall will have to see what the general can bring back to the father." Yin Hongyu said quietly, listening to the tone, it seems to be warning, but also looking forward to something?

But Wen Jue, who knew the seventh prince's true position, knew in his heart that he was afraid that what the other party meant probably belonged to the latter.

After coming out of the study room, it was getting dark outside, Wen Jue headed towards the backyard under the guidance of a small policeman, and Nanxi greeted him as soon as he entered the yard.

Wen Jue asked, "Has anyone invited?"