The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

"Ah?" Yin Wujiu wrinkled his face when he heard the words, Wen Jue wrote these three characters with a lot of gestures, the child found it difficult just to look at them, let alone asking him to write them a hundred times.

Wen Jue said: "If you don't want to write, you should restrain yourself in the future."

Yin Wujiu thought about it, and found it very difficult. He paid enough attention when speaking normally, but sometimes he would utter a sentence or two, so he thought again and again, he held his index finger up and discussed in a low voice, " Master, one hundred times is too much, can I do less?"

"No." Wen Jue said seriously.

The child's head drooped instantly, and he said listlessly, "Okay."

Wen Jue said: "From today onwards, I will teach you how to read. These three characters are your name, and you can learn from there."

"You want to teach me how to read?" Yin Wujiu's eyes lit up immediately, but he became entangled again in a blink of an eye, and said with a distressed expression: "But what I want to learn is martial arts, not how to read!"

Wen Jue: "...the two are not in conflict." Why didn't he realize that this child is a deadhead? When the child heard this, the cloudy weather turned sunny again. It turns out that apprenticeship can not only practice martial arts, but also learn to read. ?

This master is a good deal!

"Master, give me the pen." After thinking it over, Yin Wujiu said proactively.

Wen Jue handed the brush to Yin Wujiu, watched the little guy holding the brush and gesticulating in front of his eyes, after a long while he found a posture that he thought was good, and dropped it on the paper.

When one stroke was made, the ink directly seeped into the back of the paper, and when the strokes continued, the strokes were staggered, the order was out of order, and there were fights between the brushes.

Even if you draw a ladle according to the gourd, you can't draw it like this!

Wen Jue frowned when he saw it, but when the child felt that it was finally finished and excitedly raised his head to look at Wen Jue, he still praised him very much.

Wen Jue's tone was gentle and appreciative: "It's well written, it's great." The child is still young and needs encouragement, and the most important thing is to cultivate interest.

Sure enough, after listening to his words, the child became radiant. Don't talk too much Wen Jue, but said to himself: "Then I will write it a few more times, and I will definitely learn it tonight."

As he spoke, he pulled a stool and sat on tiptoes, and then began to write another word.

Wen Jue looked at it for a while, and couldn't help correcting him: "The posture of holding the pen is wrong."

Yin Wujiu changed his posture when he heard the words, but this change was even more awkward than before. Wen Jue couldn't bear it, so he leaned over and grabbed his hand, finger by finger, to get him to hold the pen correctly. Click on it, and then taught him the order of gestures and the problems that need to be paid attention to.

Wen Jue's hands were wrapped with cloth strips, but the heat from his palms could still be clearly transmitted to Yin Wujiu's hands, that feeling was very novel, he couldn't help being distracted, and couldn't help turning his head to look at the people behind him.

Even in such a room, the man still tightly covered his face with the hood, and with the scattered hair covering it, Yin Wujiu couldn't see Wen Jue's face clearly at all. This mysterious feeling, He couldn't help but feel a little desire to explore.

Wen Jue saw that he was not studying hard, but was staring at himself instead, and said in a serious voice, "Don't be distracted."

Yin Wujiu curled his lips and said, "Master, why are you wearing a hat all the time?"

"... I told you, I'm ugly, I'm afraid I'll scare you." Wen Jue still used the same rhetoric.

Yin Wujiu remembered that the first time he saw Wen Jue, the man's face seemed to be covered with bandages. He was so dizzy from the heat at that time that he couldn't remember exactly what he looked like, but he seemed to be quite horrified. After that, he passed out, and from then on, every time he saw Wen Jue, the other party always wrapped himself up in such a way that no one could pry at him.

Could it be that what Master said was true, that he never showed his face because he was afraid of scaring himself?

Thinking of this, Yin Wujiu felt so moved in his heart, he looked up at Wen Jue, his eyes were red: "Master, you are so kind to Ergou!"

OK?

Wen Jue didn't react for a while, paused, and said: "Now you are called Yin Wujiu, Wang Ergou, at most, you should mention it in front of your teacher, and you must not use it when you meet outsiders."

"Yes, I remember it." Wang Ergou sniffed vigorously and nodded.After a while, he went on to say, "Master, actually, you don't have to be afraid of scaring me, even... even if it's really ugly, Wu Jiu won't despise you."

The sentimental anger was completely gone because of the child's words. Wen Jue didn't want to continue on this topic, so he said instead: "Writing."

Yin Wujiu finally turned his head away, and turned his eyes back to the rice paper in front of him, but his attention was still stubbornly fixed on Wen Jue's hat: "Master, can you see things clearly when you walk on the street? Will it hit you?"

"Yes." Wen Jue is already tall, and when he looks at children, he mostly looks down, and the material of his hat is light and thin, and he can see the outside situation directly through the fabric, which doesn't affect the impression much, otherwise he has been covering up like this all day Looking at the whole face, I may have hit the wall, hit the tree and fell into the ditch a hundred times.

Hearing this, Yin Wujiu finally gave up the idea of ​​persuading Wen to take off his hat, and began to learn how to write his own name with peace of mind.

When the kid got serious, he really looked serious. He lay on the table for an entire hour without moving the floor, until he finished writing on the stack of paper Wen Jue brought, and when he touched the side, he touched it. With nothing in hand, he recovered from his concentration.

Yin Wujiu bit the tip of his nose and looked at Wen Jue, and saw that the other party was sitting on the side, holding a book in his hand and reading seriously, he thought for a while, and suddenly began to pick and choose among the piles of rice papers he had written. The one I thought was the best I wrote was handed to Wen Jue, and he said as if trying to strike up a conversation: "Master, Master, do you think my writing is good?"

Wen Jue raised his head from the book, took the paper and looked at it. Although the gestures were deep and sometimes shallow and uneven in thickness, all three characters were correct, and the writing was quite correct.

"It's well written." Wen Jue's praise this time was sincere.

Yin Wujiu was very happy to be praised, and said excitedly: "Master, please teach me more, um... What are the two characters of your name?"

Wen Jue picked up a pen and wrote his name in the vacated space.

"Wen... Jue..." Yin Wujiu looked at it, this time he didn't need to bring it, he read it first, and then said, "Master, your name is much simpler than mine, I will be able to learn it right away." of."

Seeing the child's confident appearance, Wen Jue couldn't help laughing: "Yes, I have taken in a smart apprentice as a teacher, but it's too late today, go to bed first, and continue studying tomorrow."

Yin Wujiu nodded, then carefully folded the piece of paper and stuffed it into his bosom, and finally patted his chest.

Wen Jue was the same as the previous few days. After the child fell asleep, he folded his clothes and lay next to the other party. He had a lot of things recently, and he had to juggle both ends, which led to a serious lack of sleep. A lot of messy dreams.

The next day had to enter the palace early, so Wen Jue got up before dawn, and the child didn't know how to sleep at night, and slipped into Wen Jue's arms when he fell asleep, holding his arm tightly, Wen Jue Jue didn't want to wake him up, so it took him a long time to get out. When passing by the big table in the room, Wen Jue stopped to leave a word, but he picked up the pen and realized that even if he wrote it, children would not be able to read it, so he put it down again.

He returned to the mansion and changed into the palace, instead of riding a horse, he rode in a carriage as usual, so that he could catch up on sleep on the way.

Above the court, many civil and military officials looked at Wen Jue as if they wanted to eat people, especially the second prince Yin Hongli, who was so air-conditioned that his eagle eyes glanced at Wen Jue from time to time. Eyes can kill. It is estimated that Wen Jue has died a hundred times, but the fact is that Wen Jue pretended not to see him the whole time, and he didn't even look back. On the contrary, he almost vomited blood in Yin Hong's anger, but it was cool for him to do so. Chaohou was blocked on the road by Yin Hongli again.

"Wen, do you dare to play tricks on me?" Yin Hong's voice was so cold that it was about to freeze.

Wen Jue: "I dare not."

Yin Hongli drew out the saber in his hand and threw it across Wen Jue's neck, retreating a few steps while pressing down on the man, and pressed it heavily against the wall: "You want to die."

Wen Jue didn't have much reaction, but Yin Hongyu who was on the side turned pale with fright: "Brother Huang, calm down, this is the palace."

"Shut up." Yin Hong sternly reprimanded, then glanced at Yin Hongyu who was at the side, "Yu'er, you let Brother Wei down very much this time."

Yin Hongyu's heart sank, and his hands hidden in his sleeves tightened, but he didn't say anything after all.

He has been careful for so many years, and now he has the trust in Yin Hongli's heart, but this trip to the northwest has fully aroused Yin Hongli's dissatisfaction. If he wants to do something in the future, I'm afraid it will not go so smoothly.

In the few months since Wen Jue came to this world, he has always been dealt with by these people with open swords and dark guns, similar to large and small assassinations, and this kind of thing in front of him, almost every three days. As anyone else who has no money and power and suddenly breaks into the political arena, he probably died a thousand or eight hundred times earlier, and his corpse might be turned into scum. Fortunately, Wen Jue is a man of thirty plus mental age, with dual quotient skills. They are all online, know the whole plot, and there is also a man who hangs himself by the system, and he has passed the test and carried it to the present.

After the second prince's coercion and lure, Wen Jue remained unwavering. Yin Hong has a violent temper and cruel methods. Except for his political opponents, there are very few people who do not buy him so hard, as Wen Jue is so stubborn Such a tough one is definitely the first one in history. What's annoying is that he still can't do anything about this person. The killers he sent out wave after wave didn't even hurt even a single hair on him.

Yin Hongli kicked towards Wen Jue, but Wen Jue dodged it, and his foot landed on the wall behind Wen Jue, making himself hoarse and grimacing in pain.

Resisting the urge to jump up with his feet in his arms, he gave Wen Jue a hard look, waved his sleeves, turned around and walked away quickly.

Yin Hongyu followed in a hurry, walked a few steps and then turned to look at Wen Jue. He seemed to have a lot to say, but he couldn't say it.

After the morning court, Wen Jue went to the military camp, dealt with some matters in the military, went on a tour, and had a meal with Xie Lingshuang and the others.

For the encirclement and suppression of the mines, those who were temporarily transferred by Wen Jue all received a certain degree of rewards and promotions, so this time they prepared good wine to celebrate. Who would have thought that as soon as Wen Jue took his seat, he would say "drinking is strictly prohibited in the army".

Xie Lingshuang and the other brothers chatted for a while, but they didn't talk about Wen Jue at all, so they had to ask people to remove all the wine and replace it with water. As a result, the meal without good wine to cheer them up was really lonely.

After leaving the barracks, Wen Jue did not go back to the residence, but went to the inn again, when he arrived, Yin Wujiu was still lying on the window looking down like yesterday, his big eyes followed the people coming and going on the street And turned around, as if full of interest, but after this interest, there was a bit of sadness, which made Wen Jue think of the person who was trapped in a cage and yearned for the outside world, but could not get freedom. little beast.

Wen Jue remembered his previous instructions, saying that he told the child to stay in the house obediently and not run around. The child probably remembered it, so he never came out once.

Considering modern education, Wen Jue felt that it was necessary to send this child to school, after all, he couldn't be the only one left in his growth circle.

At this time, Wen Jue didn't even realize that he really regarded the character in this book as a real life, and he was already thinking about how to better raise him to grow up.

When Wen Jue came to Yin Wujiu's guest room, he saw that the food on the table hadn't been touched at all, and the pens and papers were still the same as yesterday, but Yin Wujiu didn't greet him hurriedly like yesterday, but lay down on the window sill He remained motionless, as if he didn't know he was coming.

Wen Jue walked over, reached out and touched the child's messy head, and said, "What's the matter, why are you in a daze?"

The child was still staring outside, ignoring him.

Wen Jue held out the snacks he bought on the street, waved them in front of the children, and said, "It's delicious, do you want it?"

"No." The child's voice was stubborn, as if he was angry.

A bit of doubt flashed across Wen Jue's face, and he thought to himself, what kind of trouble is this, why is he suddenly unhappy?

"If you don't eat it, I'll give it to other children." Wen Jue coaxed a few more words, and seeing that he was still sticking around, he said this on purpose.

Who would have thought that the child would suddenly turn around when he heard the words, and blurt out: "Do you have other children?"

"Uh..." This is where it is!

Seeing that Wen Jue didn't speak, Yin Wujiu thought that Wen Jue was acquiescing, his nose turned sour, and his voice was tinged with tears: "You said you want to abandon me, is it because I'm stupid, so you want to start over again? Accept an apprentice?"

Seeing the child's aggrieved appearance, Wen Jue always felt weird.

After thinking about it, the scene in a certain movie I watched once appeared in my mind when the wife questioned her cheating husband.

After realizing his own thoughts, Wen Jue shuddered violently—he was thinking about something messed up, where did it go!

Wen Jue quickly put an end to his sudden nervous thoughts, and then explained to the child: "I have no such plan. The children I'm talking about refer to the children passing by on the street." He said, casually pointing to a child on the street. .

Yin Wujiu looked over and saw that it was a little girl sitting on his father's shoulders, he felt relieved immediately.

The child sucked his nose vigorously, suppressing the moisture accumulated in his eye sockets, but he confirmed it again: "Master, are you really not going to accept other apprentices?"

After getting along for so many days, he also knew the child's dependence on him. He woke up early in the morning, but he didn't know that the child was still asleep. It must be because he woke up and didn't see himself, so he was thinking about it all morning.

He didn't realize that this child was a little crying bag before, probably because the loss of his relatives really hit him too hard, that's why he became so fragile!

Thinking of this, Wen Jue couldn't help feeling a little guilty again, he stretched out his hand and hugged Yin Wujiu off the small bench by the window, then walked to one side and sat down, took a wooden comb to comb his messy hair, while Said: "Master just has a lot of things to deal with, so he will go out often, but that doesn't mean leaving you, I will always come back. When I am away, you can find something to do by yourself, and you have to eat well, you know?" ?

Listening to his gentle words, Yin Wujiu gradually calmed down, and nodded obediently.

As soon as he moved, Wen Jue's hair in his hands became messy, reminding him: "Don't move around."

Yin Wujiu immediately stopped moving, and after a while, he said: "Master, combing your hair is so comfortable, it doesn't hurt at all, it hurts when Grandpa combed my hair before."

When Wen Jue heard him mention the old man, he didn't dare to answer for a while, he was afraid that if he said something that shouldn't be said, he would lose the little crying bag again.

Yin Wujiu didn't get a response, after a while, he asked softly again: "Where did you say Grandpa went?"

Wen Jue said, "Go to heaven."

Yin Wujiu said: "I heard from the book that there are immortals living in the sky, such as the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother, is Grandpa there too?"

Wen Jue: "Maybe so."

Yin Wujiu thought for a while, then frowned: "But the storyteller said that the queen mother likes to punish people the most, will grandpa be bullied there?"

Children's thoughts are always so unexpected, Wen Jue couldn't cry or laugh when he heard it, and said in a tone as sure as possible: "No, gods punish evil and promote good, his old man won't punished."

Hearing what he said, Yin Wujiu finally stopped asking.

After combing the child's hair almost neatly, Wen Jue asked the waiter to reheat the meal, watched the child finish eating, and then took the other party to take a nap. He fell asleep.

After waking up from this sleep, it was dusk. Wen Jue opened his eyes, and saw that his body was covered with a quilt, and the child was no longer beside him, but lying on the table in the room, practicing writing again.

Wen Jue walked over to take a look, and the rice paper he had brought was almost finished again, with his name written all over it.

Looking at those words, Wen Jue inexplicably felt a feeling of being taken seriously by others. This feeling is quite amazing, and it's funny to say that he lived for 30 years in his last life, coming and going He went to so many people, but none of them could accompany him like this.

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