The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

Yin Wujiu turned his head mechanically.

But I saw a man walking slowly surrounded by the crowd. The man was wearing a black silk dress, covered with unicorn silver armor, and the skin exposed under the clothes was fair and even. The five big and three thick soldiers seemed a little out of place, but because of their outstanding figure and temperament, they were not far behind.

"Master." The first time Yin Wujiu saw him, he thought of his own master, thinking this way, he called out like that.

Wen Jue happened to walk up to him and listened to the master's voice. He paused for a moment, and the conditioned reflex was to look up, but he held back and asked the system silently in his mind: What's the situation? , my disguise is so unsuccessful?

Xie Lingshuang saw him from his back before, but now he is recognized by his apprentice.

The system yawned, and said slowly: [Your appearance is easy to change, but it is difficult to hide things like body shape and temperament. Also, who told you to be so tall? 】Wen Jue was stunned when he heard the words.

Thinking about it carefully, since the last time Yin Wujiu was punished to kneel in the general's mansion, he has never appeared in front of Yin Wujiu as Wen Chongzhou, and after a long time, he has forgotten the disguise in this respect.

Great!

"What should I do, I won't just fall off the horse like this?" Yin Wujiu asked.

The system pondered for a while, then said: [I have a way. 】

Wen Jue: "What way?"

The cat's face on the system was full of secrecy.

Wen Jue urged it: "You said it."

System: [Bite to death and deny it. 】

Wen Jue: "..." This is a system from 2060, should it be said?

He thought he could get himself some panacea or trick to interfere with the other party's thinking.

Sure enough, you can't expect too much from this dog system.

Wen Jue was having a headache, but Xie Lingshuang had already chatted with his apprentice.

"Is it you?" Xie Lingshuang looked at Yin Wujiu with a very familiar look.

"Thank you General." Yin Wujiu cupped his fists absently, saluted Xie Lingshuang, and after standing up straight, he still couldn't help but glance at Wen Jue.

No one knew the confusion and entanglement in his heart.

——This person's body and temperament are so similar to the master, but why is he wearing this mask that belongs to that dog thief?

Although Yin Wujiu and Wen Chongzhou haven't seen each other for five years, he will never forget every aspect of the enemy.

Xie Lingshuang noticed his gaze, thought for a while, and suddenly laughed: "Boy, this is not your master, this is our general."

"General?" Yin Wujiu repeated Wen Jue's words dumbly.

Xie Lingshuang thought he understood and patted Yin Wujiu on the shoulder: "I don't blame you for admitting your mistake. Your master is similar to General Wen in stature, and I was mistaken before."

Hearing this, Yin Wujiu breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, but after thinking about it, he felt something strange that couldn't be explained.

Wen Jue seemed to stand there silently, but from the corner of his eyes, he had been paying attention to Yin Wujiu all the time. Seeing the child's eyes looking at him changed from blank to clear, and then from clear to complicated, his mood also became complicated.

Wen was determined to be dull, but he had no right to complain. When he accepted the task of the system, he was doomed to accept the boy's hatred and hatred.

"Let's go." Wen Jue, who had been silent all this time, said so, then turned and walked away.

He didn't intend to continue to turn around anymore. Firstly, Wen Jue felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by his apprentice like that; As far as it is concerned, it is likely to attract jealousy.

However, this hoarse voice and indifferent attitude dispelled the last doubt in Yin Wujiu's heart in an instant.

Yin Wujiu shook his head, thinking: This man is not his master, and it is impossible for him to have any relationship with his master.

The next day, Wen Jue took a dozen of his generals to bid farewell to the emperor outside the Xuanwu Gate.

Yin Hongyu stood on a high tower, watching him turn over his horse neatly, and urged the chasing horse to turn around and leave. Suddenly, he had the urge to go down and give him a ride, but his eyes met Yin Hongli who was standing in front of him. , he suppressed that thought again.

Wen Jue joined the [-] soldiers of the Beijing Iron Cavalry Battalion and [-] recruits who were waiting outside the city, and then headed south.

The weather is getting colder now, but it's not that cold yet. It happened to be neither cold nor hot when driving, and the marching speed was relatively fast.

Among these recruits, many have learned martial arts, but more are ordinary people, and those who have some skills are mostly rookies like Yin Wujiu and the others who have no combat experience on the battlefield, so Wen Jue asked the recruits to Paired with veterans for one-on-one teaching.

The battle on the front line is tight, and there is no time to give them a chance to train, but it is also good for them to accumulate some experience, so that when they go to the battlefield, they will not only be slaughtered.

At night, the large army found an open space in the mountains to set up camp. Wen Jue had a simple dinner, and while walking around, he also wanted to see how the two apprentices adapted to the army life in private.

A team of 10 people is very large, but Wen Jue has a roster in his hand, which records in detail which team the recruits are arranged in, so it is much easier to find in such a narrow range.

He seems to be walking casually, but in fact, he is purposefully heading towards the team where Yin Wujiu and He Yiyang are. The soldiers are eating, and they seem to be very hungry. They are all gnawing on the steamed buns, but there are not many people Noticed Wen Jue.

About ten minutes later, he found Yin Wujiu's team and searched around in the crowd, but he didn't see He Yiyang, but he saw Yin Wujiu sitting alone on a small piece of dry land, with a few fireheads He was carrying steamed buns and porridge to distribute, when he came to Yin Wujiu, Yin Wujiu imitated others and raised the bowl in his hand.

The fire-headed soldier scooped up a spoonful of porridge and poured it into his bowl, his movements were quick and neat, he was proficient in doing it thousands of times, but who would have thought that when he poured the porridge in the afternoon, it would just fall on Yin Wujiu's body all at once? On the back of his hand, the hot boy shook violently, even throwing the bowl out.

Seeing this scene, Wen Jue took a sharp step forward, thinking of his current status, he stopped abruptly.

He collected himself, and when he looked over again, there was already a quarrel over there.

"What's the matter with you?" Huotoujun pointed at Yin Wujiu with the big iron spoon in his hand, angrily reprimanded him.

Yin Wujiu said: "You burned me."

Huotoujun said: "Hey, you can't hold the guy who eats by himself, so you blame me?"

Yin Wujiu's hand was in burning pain, he didn't want to have this verbal argument with him, so he pursed his lips and ignored him.

Seeing his silence, the Huotou army snorted coldly, and commanded the people behind him: "Let's go!"

The soldier behind him carried the porridge and continued to walk forward.

"Wait a minute." Yin Wujiu called out to stop him.

The fire-headed soldier turned his head, his dark and rough face was full of impatience: "What else is there?"

Yin Wujiu glanced at the ground, found the bowl he had just thrown out and picked it up, but the bowl was covered with dust and became very dirty, he thought about it, but it was useless, and said instead: "Here I have steamed buns."

"You kid still want to eat steamed buns?" Huotoujun said arrogantly, "The general has a rule that no food should be wasted in the army. You knocked over the porridge. As punishment, you will be hungry tonight."

Yin Wujiu had just arrived, he didn't know the rules in the army, he just thought what he said was true, so he fell silent for a moment.

But at this moment someone couldn't stand it any longer, and said, "You are very unkind, it's clear that you sprinkled the porridge on this little brother's hands, I saw it, but you still rely on others."

The Huotou Army looked at the person who spoke, and saw that it was a thin young man with warning eyes: "Is that so, which eye did you see?"

"Both eyes have seen." Although the man was thin, but his temper was very tough, he said without the slightest timidity.After the words fell, he looked at the few people sitting beside him, "Not only did I see it, but they all saw it too."

As soon as he said this, the people around him also echoed.

The fire-headed soldier couldn't hold back immediately, and his complexion became dark and gloomy.

"It's just a cook, and he dares to bully others. Hurry up and share the child's food with him, otherwise we will sue the general."

"Yeah yeah."

"Tell the general and let him punish you severely."

Since ancient times, the pressure of public opinion has been very powerful. Although the fire-headed army has big arms and round waists, he can't stand the crowd. Seeing that everyone present looked at him one after another, his arrogance suddenly dropped a lot. He fiercely Glaring at the skinny man, he took a steamed bun from the bucket and threw it at Yin Wujiu.

Yin Wujiu was caught off guard, and was hit on the head by the steamed bun, and then watched helplessly as the big white steamed bun fell to the ground, rolled around a few times and turned into a gray steamed bun.

"Huan, how do you do things?" the thin man said.

"What's the matter? The steamed bun fell on the ground, won't you pick it up? How can you be so particular about marching and fighting? If one day the food and grass run out and you starve him for a few days and nights, even the horse dung on the ground, you have to eat it." Pick it up and eat."

"You..." The thin man stood up from the ground in anger, "Look at you, you really deserve a beating." As he said, he swung his fist and threw it at the fire-headed army, but he just hit him with his fist. In the middle of the journey, he was stopped by the fire-headed army, but he twisted his hand violently, and then let out a scream piercing the sky, and the tall and thin man immediately took off one hand, and the fire-headed army still did not move. Letting go, he lifted his foot and kicked the thin man's stomach again.

All this happened too fast, when Yin Wujiu realized it, the tall and thin man was already lying on the ground hugging his stomach and rolling.

Yin Wujiu hurriedly stood up from the ground, ran over to check on the thin man's injuries, the Huotoujun standing there seemed to be suddenly stimulated by the violent factor in his body, and thus lost control, he even raised the iron spoon in his hand and pointed at him. Watching Yin Wujiu pat the back of his head.

"Be careful!" Someone yelled.

Yin Wujiu turned his head subconsciously, and saw the iron spoon magnified in his eyes, it was too late to dodge it, he hurriedly raised his hand to block it, the next second, there was a scream in the air, but Yin Wujiu didn't feel it to pain.

He slowly put down his hand, only to see that the iron spoon that was thrown at him fell to the ground, while the big and round Huo Tou Jun was covering his hand and grinning, his face twisted, with a look of excruciating pain. appearance.

The author has something to say: Good night, sweet dreams!

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution for me: 5 bottles of lu la lu la le;