The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

"Your Highness is so anxious to see the officer, but what's the important thing?" Wen Jue said, while unhurriedly tying the string behind the mask.

Considering Yin Wujiu's mood, Wen Jue didn't plan to go back to the General's Mansion today, but the system suddenly sent an alarm saying that something happened in the mansion, so he had to rush back temporarily.

Wen Jue still wondered what it was, and went to have a look, but it was Yin Hongyu who made a fuss in his Chongyuan Pavilion.

It's not a big deal, but if you really let him know that you are not in the room, it will be a troublesome thing.

Yin Hongyu's eyes fell on Wen Jueguang. With his naked upper body, the skin of the man wrapped under his clothes all year round showed a cool white color with a good texture. Zhang Hejian, full of strength, if it weren't for the criss-crossing sword wounds on his body, and the hideous burns spreading from his waist, this would be an absolutely perfect body.

Wen Jue saw that he had been staring at him, and said in a low voice, "Sick and disabled, has His Highness cleared his eyes?"

"On you?" Yin Hongyu felt that his throat was a little dry, "Why are there so many injuries?"

"Didn't Your Highness often say that there are many enemies of lower officials? Is it not common to get hurt?" Wen Jue said this in an understatement tone, but in Yin Hongyu's ears, it made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

As he spoke, Wen Jue had already pulled off the clothes on the bedside, and slowly put them on - he came in in a hurry just now, and he was still wearing the same set of equipment from the other courtyard. Afraid of showing his feet, Wen Jue quickly took off his clothes, But before he could change into other ones, Yin Hongyu broke in.

Putting on his coat, Wen Jue leaned wearily against the wall behind him, and said, "If your Highness is fine, why don't you go back?"

This time, Yin Hongyu was not angry because of the intention of chasing away guests in his words, but his tone was a bit awkward: "I have nothing to do, so I can't come to see... come to your general's mansion to see?"

Wen Jue replied very formulaically: "Your Highness is worried."

What Yin Hongyu originally wanted to say was to come and see Wen Jue, but he didn't have the nerve to say it, but he didn't want Wen Jue to say it for him.

The young man's face became hot for a moment, he was silent for a while, and then changed the subject and said: "Have you found out the origin of the assassin?"

There is no need to hide this matter, Wen Jue said frankly: "It should be a member of the Southwest King."

The Tu Meng clan was a king with a foreign surname who was enfeoffed during the former emperor's time, and it has been passed down to the third generation. This Southwest King Tu Mengzhan is brave and good at fighting, ambitious, and has always had the intention of rebelling. Two years ago, he gathered an army and commanded Going north, they captured several cities in Dashang. Emperor Wen of Shang sent Qu Xiaotian to lead troops to defend against the enemy, and Wen Chongzhou, who was only [-] years old, joined the army at that time and followed him to fight. The [-] soldiers who killed the enemy army were talking about Tu Mengzhan's soldiers.

In a fit of anger, Tu Mengzhan let the people he once placed in the palace take action against the emperor, but revenge was secondary. His main purpose of this move was to take advantage of the emperor's death and the chaos in the court. Entering in vain, the fisherman reaps the benefits, who would want to be ruined by Wen Chongzhou again.

This time, Wen Chongzhou became a thorn in Tu Mengzhan's heart completely, and he wished in his dreams that he could get rid of Wen Chongzhou as soon as possible.

In short, since Wen Jue came to this world, the assassinations he has experienced, and this time several times were done by Tu Mengzhan. It is a pity that Wen Chongzhou's identity has a villain halo, and he really died before that time no.

Professor Wen, who is used to being stabbed, can be said to be familiar with it, and he doesn't feel much about it. On the contrary, Yin Hongyu became annoyed when he heard this. He slammed the coffee table and stood up, and angrily said: Thief, I really think there is no one in court."

"It's normal that the Southwest King can't tolerate me." Wen Jue raised his eyes to Yin Hongyu, "Don't your Highness feel that being an official is in the way?"

Yin Hongyu's handsome face immediately darkened after being asked, "What do you mean?"

Wen Jue said: "Your Highness is on good terms with the Second Prince, don't you think it's inappropriate to come and go to the General's Mansion so frequently?"

Yin Hongyu felt extremely aggrieved when he heard his words, but he smiled again when he spoke: "Second elder brother intends to win over the general. He agrees."

"Oh?" Seeing his proud face, Wen Jue couldn't help laughing. He leaned slightly closer to Yin Hongyu, and asked in a low voice, "How does Your Highness plan to persuade the lower officials?"

The sudden distance made Yin Hongyu panic, his heartbeat began to stall, and his mind became chaotic.

Although this man's voice is hoarse, even ugly like an old man, he has a pair of very beautiful eyes, and the lips that are exposed outside the mask are also beautiful, light and thin, with beautiful lines, making people want... …

Yin Hongyu realized what he was thinking, and was shocked all over.

Wen Jue was a little puzzled: "What's wrong, Your Highness?"

Yin Hongyu dodged his gaze, and no matter where he looked, he didn't dare to look into Wen Jue's eyes. When he lowered his eyes, he belatedly noticed Wen Jue's chin glowing red, and blurted out, "What's wrong with your chin?"

Hearing this, Wen Jue inexplicably remembered the situation when the child reached out to touch his chin and asked him if it hurts in a soft voice. There was a moment of softness in his heart, and he said unconsciously: "A reckless little guy, he was hit by a bump. .”

Yin Hongyu had never seen such a gentle look in his eyes, and he couldn't help but stare in awe. When he came back to his senses, he realized the amount of information contained in his words.

Little guy, who is he talking about? Who in this world can make this cold man show such an expression?

Yin Hongyu didn't realize the envy that suddenly arose in his heart.

At this time, Nanxi came to deliver the medicine.

Yin Hongyu took another look at him, and his eyes couldn't help but become complicated and dangerous.

Obviously, he connected the person Wen Jue was talking about with this little guard.

It's not his fault for thinking wildly, after all, Wen Jue has been ill these days and has no chance to see anyone, and Nan Xi is by his side every day, and this kid is pretty good... beep

In a moment of distraction, Yin Hongyu was startled to realize that his thoughts had gone wrong again.

This person is just a bit special to his little guard, why was he pulled onto the broken sleeve by himself?

Yin Hongyu felt that he was simply baffled. He opened his folding fan and threw himself a few times vigorously. After doing a good job of mental training, he finally raised his head. Who would have thought that by raising his head, he would meet Wen Jue's gaze again? .

It was so easy to calm down a little, but it became completely chaotic again.

"My hall suddenly remembered that there are still some things to do, so I left first." Yin Hongyu felt that he couldn't stay in this room, and if he left a word, he turned around and left without looking back.

Looking at the hurried back, Nan Xi scratched her hair: "Your Highness Seventh, what's wrong?"

"I don't know." Wen Jue said casually, then took the medicine bowl from Nan Xi's hand and drank it.

When Wen Jue went back to the other courtyard after nightfall, Yin Wujiu happened to wake up, and was asking Jiang Jinan where his master had gone. Jiang Jinan was embarrassed, but Wen Jue walked in without waiting for him to answer.

Jiang Jinan was visibly relieved when he saw him.

Yin Wujiu had been ill for three consecutive days before his body recovered, and when he got out of bed he was thinking about practicing, Wen Jue said: "There is no rush to practice, wait until you fully recover, now I have arranged other tasks for you. "

Yin Wujiu said: "What mission?"

Wen Jue took Yin Wujiu to the study room, just like the first time he was taught to read and write, he laid out the newly prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone and a stack of books in front of him, and let him start to practice calligraphy.

Practicing calligraphy is practicing calligraphy, and Yin Wujiu started to do it without saying a word.

"I'm not holding the pen properly."

"Don't shake your hands."

"Pick up the pen."

"Write slowly, what's the rush..."

When Wen Jue first taught Yin Wujiu how to read and write, in order to cultivate the child's interest, he would praise the other party for whatever he wrote, and the whole Yin Wujiu really thought how beautiful his crooked characters were. As a result, every time he writes, he is corrected by Wen Jue, and he suddenly understands something.

The child looked up at Wen Jue with an aggrieved face: "Master, are you punishing Wugui?"

Wen Jue said, "For your own good."

"But Master, it's fine if you can read or not, why do you have to write beautifully?" The child's tone was full of frustration.

Wen Jue pulled out a handkerchief and threw it in front of him: "Wipe your face clean first."

Yin Wujiu was stunned for a moment, picked up the handkerchief and wiped it on his face carelessly, took it off and saw that there was a lot of black on the white handkerchief, so he raised his hand to wipe it again.

Wen Jue saw that his movements were chaotic, and his white and tender face, which had been so easy to raise, was getting more and more disfigured after being rubbed by him. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he took a handkerchief and wiped it for him himself.

Putting away the handkerchief, he said: "You are impetuous, impulsive and reckless. Calligraphy is the most calming art, and it will not do you any harm."

Yin Wujiu curled his lips, he didn't dare to refute, but in his heart he didn't care, he felt that his master's explanation of this matter was too mysterious.

Why don't you just write a few words, and you can cultivate yourself!

Wen Jue saw through the little guy's mind at a glance, and put a copy of "Children's Learning Qionglin" in front of the other person indifferently: "Before the end of the month, copy it three times, as a teacher, I want to see your progress."

This "Children's Learning Qionglin" is not a very profound reading material, but the content is extensive and all-inclusive. It can be called an ancient version of the encyclopedia, and it was not picked by Wen Jue.

This book has a total of more than 2 characters, according to the current printing standards, it is definitely not enough, but the characters printed in ancient times were relatively large, so this book is not too thin, Yin Wujiu felt a little bit of resistance when he saw it, But seeing Master's serious tone, and he just got into trouble before, he didn't dare to bargain like before, so he had to accept it honestly.

While having breakfast, Wen Jue noticed that someone outside had entered the house, and asked sharply. After a while, a child poked out a round head from outside the door.

Before Wen Jue asked who that person was, Yin Wujiu raised his voice and called out: "Fat Tiger."

Fat Tiger came out from behind the door. Seeing that everyone in the dining room was looking at him, he was inevitably a little embarrassed. He wiped his body and explained: "I just knocked on the door, but no one answered. Come in by yourself."

How could Yin Wujiu care about this, he walked over and dragged him in: "Are you alright?"

Fat Tiger said: "I just fainted from hunger that day, but you, who haven't been to the school for several days!" He wanted to come and have a look, but his family refused to let him go to a school, and he dropped off early and picked up late every day. Today, his father and mother were out shopping, and it happened that the school was on holiday, so he sneaked here.

Yin Wujiu said: "I caught the wind and cold, but now it's all gone, have you eaten, are you eating at my house?"

Fat Tiger said that he had already eaten it, and gave Yin Wujiu a big oiled paper bag, saying it was the parsley and beef stuffed pancake his mother made in the morning.

Wen Jue hadn't seen the appearance of the fat tiger through the screen before, but he had seen that man outside the general's mansion in the morning, Wen Jue never thought that this child would still miss Yin Wujiu after such a thing happened .

He looks naive and reckless, but he is very loyal.

When the child was pulled to sit on the table by Yin Wujiu, Wen Jue asked, "What's your name?"

Fat Tiger was a little scared when he saw that he was dressed strangely, but hearing his gentle tone, he immediately ran away without a trace of anxiety: "My name is He Yiyang, and my classmates call me Fat Tiger, you can call me that too, by the way , you are Yin Wujiu..."

"This is my master, this is Grandpa Jiang, this is Grandpa Jiang's grandson." Yin Wujiu took the lead and introduced Jiang Bo and Jiang Jin'an who were about to sit.