The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

Wen Jue sighed inwardly, then stood silently in front of Yin Hongyu, and squatted down slightly.

In order to prevent this kid from being endless, he decided to send him back.

Yin Hongyu's face suddenly burst into a triumphant smile. He was probably a little overjoyed, and jumped on Wen Jue's back.

Wen Jue was unprepared, and he staggered forward, almost falling to the ground.

"Hongyu."

Yin Wuyu was also quite frightened. After Wen Jue stood firm, she wanted to ask him if it was all right, but before she could speak, she suddenly heard someone calling her name.

Yin Hongyu paused, subconsciously turned his head to look over.

Not far away, a person pushed a wheelchair, surrounded by a group of palace servants, and slowly walked towards them.

"Second, Brother Two, Brother Three!" Yin Hongyu's voice suddenly became weak.

It turned out that the person pushing the wheelchair and the person sitting in the wheelchair were the third prince Yin Hongling and the second prince Yin Hongqing respectively.

Yin Hongqing's calm gaze fell on Yin Hongyu who was lying on Wen Jue's back, and said, "Seventh brother, you, cough, cough cough... What are you?" Yin Hongqing looked weak, and his handsome face was sickly. He was pale, his cheeks were slightly sunken, he coughed non-stop when he opened his mouth, and he spoke intermittently in just a few words.

Yin Hongyu looked at him, and couldn't help showing concern in his eyes, but because he was afraid that people would see it, he had to work hard to endure it.

After a while, he skipped this question and answered Yin Hongqing's question: "I, I sprained my ankle, let him take me back."

Hearing his tone, Wen Jue immediately found it interesting. The seventh prince has always been arrogant and domineering. Seeing these two elder brothers, it was like a mouse meeting a big cat.

"Nonsense, how can you let General Wen carry you?" Yin Hongqing's temperament was indifferent. Even if he said reprimanding words, there was not much emotional fluctuation between his words and expressions. , ahem... you send His Highness the Seventh Prince back to the palace."

"No need." Yin Hongyu blurted out.

Yin Hongqing said: "What?"

Yin Hongyu realized his gaffe, a look of stiffness flashed across his face, and in confusion, he repeated what he said to refute Wen Jue earlier.

"The road is so slippery, this palace attendant is clumsy, I'm afraid he will throw me."

Yin Hongqing said: "You can rest assured about this, Yingchun is strong and has good skills, and won't fall to you."

Yin Hongyu: "..." It's all said and done, does he still have room to say "no"?

The irrefutable Seventh Prince was picked up by the palace attendant and went to the bedroom where he didn't want to go back at all.

Don't see him reciting his palace servant's name so...poetic (actually a bit brothel style), but his appearance is actually not literary at all, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, tall stature, strong physique, and a smooth walk. Wearing a black suit, he is a powerful bodyguard.Yin Hongqing lost his legs due to a cold illness when he was a child, and Yingchun carried him on his back every time he moved. To a certain extent, Yingchun was his legs.

But so what if you carry it steadily, who wants you to carry it!

Suddenly, Yingchun stopped: "Your Highness."

Yin Hongyu's face darkened: "Why?"

Yingchun said: "Your Highness, did the slave do something wrong?"

Yin Hongyu was a little baffled, and was about to speak when he suddenly realized something—he just seemed to have spoken his mind!

Hmph, so what if you say it, anyway, Brother Huang and the others still... and that guy is not here, so what else can he pretend.

Thinking of this, Yin Hongyu ordered with a stern face: "Put me down."

Yingchun hesitated: "But His Highness's legs..."

Yin Hongyu didn't wait for him to finish, and interrupted with some impatience: "This palace asked you to let me down." In fact, he was not a spoiled person when he was a child, just to hide himself. Some got used to it.

How do you feel about it... This is probably what people often say, "If you wear a mask for a long time, you forget your true self."

He already had this attitude, and Yingchun, a slave, was not easy to disobey, so he had to follow suit.

As soon as Yingchun let go, Yin Hongyu jumped off his back.

Seeing him striding towards his bedroom, Yingchun's rigid face suddenly looked a little confused.

The speed and posture of His Highness the Seventh Highness did not look like he had injured his leg.

Why would you say you were hurt if you weren't hurt?

The upright Yingchun was scratching his head tactically, puzzled, when suddenly, the person in front turned his head.

"What are you looking at?" Yin Wujiu frowned slightly and asked.

Yingchun immediately withdrew her hand, hid her facial expressions, stood in a military posture honestly, cupped her fists and said, "I don't dare."

Yin Hongyu didn't ask further, but gave him a warning look: "Don't tell the emperor about this."

Yingchun bowed his hands again and saluted.

Yin Hongyu acquiesced that his reaction meant that he would obey his words, so he left with peace of mind, but he didn't know that Yingchun would sell it to him as soon as he returned.

At that time, the second and third princes had just separated from Wen Jue. The two brothers were talking in the garden, while the palace servants stood far away.

"Second brother, what do you mean by General Wen?"

Yin Hongqing said: "Looking at his appearance, he really doesn't want to get involved in this factional dispute."

Yin Hongling wondered: "Then why is he willing to get close to Hongyu?" In the eyes of outsiders, Hongyu belongs to the eldest prince, and if Wen Jue is so close to him, it means he is biased towards the eldest prince.

Yin Wujiu said: "I'm afraid he is not willing."

"Second brother, what does this mean?"

"Did you notice the way Yu'er looked at him earlier?" Yin Hongqing paused, and added, "I saw this portrait of General Wen in Yu'er's study."

Yin Hongling was vaguely aware of the deep meaning of this sentence, but he couldn't believe it because he was too shocking: "Second brother mean?"

Yin Hongqing sighed lightly and didn't speak, but the meaning was self-evident.

Just at this time, Yingchun came back.

Yin Hongqing beckoned him to the front and asked, "You didn't send His Highness?"

Yingchun confessed without hesitation: "His Royal Highness the Seventh has gone back by himself."

Yin Hongling: "I went back by myself, didn't he hurt his foot?"

Yingchun said: "His Highness Seven's feet don't seem to be seriously injured."

Yingchun's words "the injury is not serious" have already touched his own bottom line, because in his cognition, there are two things like a lie, and if the master trusts him, he will never let down this trust , even the trivial things.

Thinking of the picture of Yin Hongyu stubbornly wanting Wen Jue to recite him at that time, and what Yin Hongqing said just now, Yin Hongling's complexion suddenly became a little weird.

how come?How could Hongyu be interested in such a person, they are all men, and although that person does have the ability and courage beyond ordinary people, he can't help but feel admiration, but such a terrifying appearance, even if he is a talent in the world, Hongyu shouldn't be in love either!

It's not that he judges people by their appearance, it's just that he knows Yin Hongyu well enough. As an imperial brother, he loves beauty since he was a child. Not only is he stinking beautiful, but also the objects he uses every day. The eunuchs and maids he chooses must be good-looking. In today's words, it's perfect. How could such a younger brother fall in love with a man who was burnt beyond recognition?

Yin Hongling's mood was extremely complicated, but when he looked at Yin Hongqing, he found that the other party's face was still calm.

"Second brother, didn't you find out a long time ago?" Yin Hongling was referring to Yin Hongyu pretending to have a leg pain.

Yin Hongqing nodded lightly, stretched out his hands to gather the cloak around his body, and couldn't help coughing again.

Seeing that his coughing eyes were bloodshot, Yin Hongling immediately put all these things behind him, supported him and said worriedly: "Second brother, it's too windy outside, I'll take you back."

Three days later, Wen Jue went to the northwest to meet Tianyao King Wei Qinglan, and the meeting place was set at Qimeng between the two countries.

This meeting is not a secret between the two countries, but it is not publicized.

Qi Mengguo is the only way between the two countries, with frequent business exchanges, the long street is full of people and bustling as in the past. If there is any difference, it is the Fengwu Building on the first floor of the imperial city. A large group of armed soldiers surrounded them heavily.

A man who looked like a guard walked outside Tianzi No. [-] room in the building, knocked on the door lightly, and walked in after getting permission.

There were three people sitting at a round table in the room, the head of the Tianyao Kingdom was Wei Qinglan, and on his right was a woman in a white dress, with a stunning face and a temperament that made people forget the world. And on his left, there is a middle-aged man with jewels and a plump figure. In the lower position, several men dressed as generals are sitting. In addition, there are several waiting people in the room.

"Your Majesty, the spies sent out came to report, but no one from Da Shang was found along the way."

Hearing this, Wei Qinglan's complexion suddenly sank. He pressed the teacup in his hand heavily onto the table, and the splashed tea stained the delicate brocade silk cloth on the table in a large area of ​​dark color. Meng Guojun was taken aback.

Monarch Qi Meng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and looked at Wei Qinglan, who had a dark face, "Tianyao Emperor, please be safe, the envoys of the Great Merchants must have been delayed on the way."

General Tianyao said angrily: "Even if there is a delay, we should send someone to bring the news. It's nothing to make your Majesty wait like this." It's no wonder that he is so irritable, the previously agreed time is Sishi today , but now it’s almost the end of the day, but I haven’t even seen a shadow, “I’ve seen that Wen a few times before. I saw that a gust of wind could blow him away, back then when the general proposed to compete with him, he didn't even dare to fight, but now he was probably scared and regretted, so he ran back halfway with his tail between his legs."

"Yeah, I heard that he was disfigured by fire before and never showed his true face to others. Hey, you said it was so ugly that he could wear a mask all year round. But I think that a person should be open and frank, and hide his face. What kind of a man is he to cover up?"

"It is rumored that he was severely burned by the fire. When he came out, he was covered with open flames. It is estimated that the place was also burned. Maybe he is a man."

Most of the generals are bold and unrestrained, and the others laughed wantonly when they heard the words, and one coughed in a serious manner: "Brother Ye Mo, what you said is a bit too much!"

The author has something to say: This chapter was written yesterday, and this chapter was updated today tonight. Why do I want to talk about it here, because if I don’t mention it, I might not want to update it.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket for me: wait for the warm wind to come;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: wait for the warm wind to come 1;

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