The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

Fat Tiger's family members learned that he was only punished to kneel, and their tense nerves relaxed a lot, but they still felt distressed. In addition, they were not sure how the general would deal with their precious son in the future. What came was more anxiety and fear.

Jiang Jinan comforted him for a while with deliberate words, and waited outside with them.

"An'er, why are you here, where is your father?" Jiang Bo asked.

Jiang Jinan's hand was visibly stiffened by the old man's, and then his eyes turned red for a moment.

The old man noticed the change in his mood, and the nerves in his head suddenly tensed up. He tried hard to control his voice, and asked softly, "Did something happen?"

Jiang Jinan wanted to hide it, but Jiang Bo knew how to read and write, and had taught and educated people for many years.

The long-term worries, worries, fears and longings erupted like a flood at the moment when he learned of his son's death, and the blood rushed straight to his forehead, causing the old man to faint.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you, grandpa? Wake up!" Jiang Jin'an yelled repeatedly while supporting the old man's body, but he didn't get the slightest response after calling for a while.

Fat Tiger's mother told Jiang Jinan Jiang Bo's current residence, and asked the porters who came to intercede with the food to carry him back, but they were still stubbornly waiting outside the general's mansion.

This lasted until the next morning, Fat Hu and Yin Wujiu who fainted were thrown out by the guards like chickens.

"Yangyang——" Fat Tiger's mother yelled, and she stood up suddenly from the ground, but because her legs couldn't stand it after kneeling for a long time, she fell to the ground again after taking a step. She got up, and then went to hug her son to her.

The moment the woman hugged the fat tiger, the strength she had worked hard to support collapsed at this moment, and she burst into tears unbearably.

Sleeping Yin Wujiu was awakened by this sound, he raised his eyelids to look over with difficulty, he couldn't help feeling a little envious in his heart, his eyeballs rolled slightly, and subconsciously searched in the crowd, but he looked everywhere but found nothing. He found the figure in his heart that he cared about.

Feeling boundless loss and sadness spread in his heart for a moment, Yin Wujiu closed his eyes again as if escaping, his mind was tired and confused, but he just couldn't fall asleep.

Fat Hu's mother, grandparents and grandparents were still crying, and the crying caused passers-by to look this way one after another. When they saw the little Fat Tiger in the arms of a woman and Yin Wujiu lying on the side with a pale face and motionless, they thought for a moment The two children were tortured to death in the general's mansion, and they looked at the vermilion gate with even more horror.

Even such a small child is not spared, what a crime!

Since then, General Wen's cruel and heartless plan has been completely established, and has the potential to rise to a higher level.

Not long after the two children were sent out, Wen Juezhao came to Nanxi and ordered: "Keep the door of the house, and no one is allowed to come in."

Nan Xi hesitated for a moment, and said: "General, the remaining poison on your body is not cleared, and Imperial Physician Shen said that you can't move around." Every time Wen Jue gave such instructions, he meant to go out. Nan Xi never asked much before. I just set up a cover according to his instructions, but the general is like this, what should I do if there is another accident when I go out?

Wen Jue saw the worry in his eyes, and comforted him: "Don't worry, I know what's in my heart." This time, he didn't deliberately pretend to be himself, Nan Xi listened to the long-lost clear voice between a teenager and a young man , For some reason, my eyes were sour, and I almost cried.

His son is really not easy-not to mention his face is ruined, and he dare not let others know that his voice is good. Although he is above ten thousand people, he is only licking blood from the edge of a knife. How can he live a peaceful life?

Wen Jue was a little surprised: "Why are you still crying?"

Nan Xi wiped her eyes indiscriminately, and said, "General, you have to take care!"

Wen Jue smiled lightly: "I just went out to do some things, not to go to the battlefield. If there is anything in the mansion, you can handle it according to your needs. If you are really unsure about paying attention, just wait for me to come back."

Listening to his gentle exhortations, Nanxi's uneasiness gradually dissipated.

Nan Xi often feels that the young master's temperament has changed a lot since the fire.

For example, he beat the eldest lady and the eldest son in front of everyone before, and punished those children severely yesterday, and he had always been kind to Jiang Jinan before, but this time, because the other party pleaded for the two children, he directly Kicked people out... Judging from all these expressions, the young master seems to have become very moody, but if you only observe the young master's emotions, you will find that he is not a violent and irritable person, what's more, he It has a calmness and peace that ordinary people can't match.

It was as calm as a pool of well water covered with a heavy manhole cover, even though it was raining and windy outside, it would not be able to stir up any waves in him.

And it was precisely this calmness that made Nan Xi feel at ease unconsciously, and even felt that as long as the young master was around, even if the sky fell, it would not be a big deal.

After Nan Xi walked outside for a while, he saw a certain window in the house opening and closing quickly, as if a gust of wind had caused the movement, but when he returned to the house, as expected, Wen Jue was no longer inside.

Kneeling Yin Wujiu was punished last night, Wen Jue successfully raised another wave of hatred for himself. At the same time, the villain's strength and various attributes and skills have increased to a certain extent, and Chuanyuntayue has also advanced to the third level. Heavy.

Wen Jue did not urge Bu Po Gong and Chuanyun Tayue to arrive at the other courtyard not far from the General's Mansion in a blink of an eye, and under such circumstances, they did not attract anyone's attention.

Wen Jue came out from the corner, walked a few steps, and bumped into Uncle Jiang who was leading the doctor out of the main room.

Jiang Bo was talking to the doctor, when he raised his head he stopped walking and his voice trembled a little: "Mr., Mr.!"

Wen Jue replied, "Uncle Jiang."

Jiang Bo walked up to him, looked him up and down, saw that his lips were a little sickly pale, and subconsciously asked, "My lord, are you feeling unwell?"

"A little problem, it's not a big problem." Wen Jue brushed it off lightly, and then changed the subject, "I haven't returned for a few days, how are you doing at home?"

In fact, how could he not know whether the family was good or not, but it would arouse suspicion, so he still had to ask.

Jiang Bo had a shameful look on his face when he heard the words: "This old man is responsible for the young master, it is not to blame for failing to take good care of him."

Wen Jue glanced at the middle-aged man with a goatee standing behind Uncle Jiang, and asked, "He's sick."

Jiang Bo was silent for a while, then said, "I'm still in a coma because of the wind and cold."

Wen Jue didn't ask any further questions, but told Uncle Jiang that he wanted to go in and have a look, then nodded to the doctor, said "Excuse me", and walked towards the room where the child lived.

Yin Wujiu was indeed seriously ill, his little face was as red as a monkey's buttocks, Wen Jue touched it, the temperature of the tentacles was scalding hot, probably almost forty.

Wen Jue lifted the quilt and checked the child's knee. The place was wrapped several times with thick white cloth, but there was still blood oozing out. It seemed that the injury was worse than he imagined.

When footsteps were heard outside the door, Wen Jue slowly pulled up Yin Wujiu's trousers, covered him with a quilt, and turned his face away.

Jiang Bo and Jiang Jin'an walked in one after another.

Noticing Wen Jue's gaze resting on Jiang Jin'an, Jiang Bo hurriedly introduced: "This is the grandson of the old man."

There was a bit of surprise in Wen Jue's tone: "Lingsun has been found?" But in fact, Wen Jue was not surprised by the reunion of the grandparents and grandsons. Nan Xi said that Jiang Bo was waiting outside the street gate.

"That's right, it's a long story to tell." Jiang Bo sighed, and then said, "The old man is going to make medicine for Wu Jiu. If you have anything to do, you can just tell Jin An."

Wen Jue said, "Thank you."

Although Jiang Jin'an was well-bred, he was only a child in his early ten years old after all. Seeing the owner of this house with such a strangely dressed person made him somewhat uneasy, especially after Uncle Jiang went out, he stood There was almost nothing to do there.

Wen Jue saw his restraint, so he didn't bother to look at him intentionally. His eyes still fell on the bed, and he said casually, "Stop standing, find a place to sit down."

Jiang Jinan hesitated for a moment, walked to the round table in the room and sat down.

Neither of them deliberately found a topic to talk about, so the room fell into silence for a while. In the end, Wen Jue took care of the child's mood and pointed to the bookshelf next to the wall in the room: "I used to hear your grandfather mentioning you, and I heard that you It’s good to read, there are quite a few on the shelf over there, you can look through them at will to see if you find anything interesting.”

Jiang Jinan was taken aback by the sudden sound in the silence. After he realized it, he stood up from the stool and bowed deeply to Wen Jue: "My son sees injustice, save grandpa in danger, Jin An Haven't thanked you yet."

Wen Jue said: "It's just a little effort, don't worry about it, and you don't have to be too cautious. If you feel stuffy in the room, you can go out for a walk."

"Jin An knows." Although Jiang Jin An said so, he didn't run out, because he still remembered his grandfather's order before he went out, and he wanted to stay here to help.

Jiang Jin'an went to the bookshelf to find a book and sat back, but he didn't want to read it, but couldn't help but start to look at Wen Jue who was sitting by the bed.

Wen Jue's body was completely covered by the cloak, except for a section of neck and jaw, nothing could be seen, which made the child even more curious, why did he have to be like this at home?

Wen Jue sat by the bed and picked up the plot of the novel again. Because he was so engrossed, he didn't notice his gaze. About two quarters of an hour later, Uncle Jiang came back, holding the medicine to cure the cold: "This I'll soak it in cold water for a while, it's no longer hot, young master let him drink it."

Yin Wujiu was still in a coma, he didn't know how to drink, Wen Jue stretched out his hand to hug him, let him lean into his arms, went around and pinched the child's chin with one arm, and handed the medicine bowl to the child with the other hand mouth, slowly poured it down.

Jiang Bo didn't know Wen Jue's real identity, but he had no intention of concealing what happened in the general's mansion, so when Wen Jue put Yin Wujiu back on the bed, he told Wen Jue what happened in the past few days .

作者有话要说：[突然诈尸.jpg]感谢在2020-09-1521:51:20~2020-09-1711:41:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Qi Chi;