Straight man training manual

For a moment, Wen Hongshan felt that there seemed to be a heart that did not belong to him in his chest cavity, as if a hole had been cut open and filled with thousands of sorrows and sorrows, but in the end they all belonged to the calm and emotionless heart on the surface. calm.

Wen Hongshan's rationality suppressed the churning emotions of the original owner.

"Since General Wen said this, I feel at ease. It is a blessing for the country to be able to do so. Then please prepare for the peace talks in three days. They will send a mission over, and let the adults of the Ministry of Rites make arrangements for it. Wen General... why don't you stay in the palace for three days and talk to me about the frontier affairs, let's leave today." Jiang Ping dismissed the others, leaving only Wen Hongshan.

Wen Hongshan's slightly frowning brows finally relaxed.

The eye-catching Shangshu finally disappeared.

Sure enough, he was the person the little emperor relied on the most.

520 complained: "No, he kept you because you are General Wen. With you in command these three days, even if a barbarian wants to do something, he will be afraid of you. He is for his own safety."

Wen Hongshan ignored 520 and pretended to be deaf and dumb.

"General Wen, everyone is gone, get up quickly." The little emperor hurriedly got off the bed to help him.

"Be careful not to be miserable." 520 reminded.

The hand that Wen Hongshan was about to extend suddenly froze in mid-air, but thinking of the intimacy between the Shang Shu and the little emperor just now, Wen Hongshan seemed to have suddenly enlightened.

The pause just now seemed to be just a freeze, and he took the hand that the little emperor stretched out to help him, completely ignoring Eunuch Shang who was actually planning to help him.

"When was your leg... I don't know at all."

"It happened last year. A sword has no eyes." In the past, whether it was Wen Hongshan or the original owner, I would definitely not talk about it later.

But Wen Hongshan had just learned a trick from Shang Shu to recall the past. Although the original owner and the little emperor didn't have much intersection when they were young, it didn't stop Wen Hongshan from rigidly applying it.

"Actually, during the Spring Festival, the war wasn't too serious. I could have gone back to Beijing to visit my mother, but when I had just recovered from my injury, I was afraid that she would talk about it and make her feel uncomfortable. Who knew..."

Wen Hongshan originally wanted to use Mrs. Wen as an entry point to make it more natural for his own identity to tell stories with the little emperor.

But Wen Hongshan's ability to choose a topic has to be said to be a step on a thunderbolt. Madam Wen is a very sensitive topic. The emperor keeps his promises. It would be nice for the little emperor to apologize to him verbally. The reputation of writers has not been discredited externally.

The little emperor intended to care about his legs, to show his concern and his own attitude, but Wen Hongshan brought the topic back to an impasse in an instant.

"Then what do you think of me!" The little emperor was still young, and now he didn't put his emotions back into the shell called the emperor, and burst out all of a sudden, not even saying what he called himself.

"Wen Hongshan, what exactly do you mean? Yes, your Wen family is a loyal minister, and then what? Is Mrs. Wen going to have trouble with this matter? I don't care about your affair with foreign enemies, so you still have to fight me? Or are you willing to let my head fall to the ground?"

"Your Majesty!" Eunuch Shang knelt down in panic.

He tugged on Wen Hongshan's clothes, and motioned Wen Hongshan to admit his mistake with him. The little emperor is not that temperamental, if he admits his mistake and says something nice, the little emperor won't make things difficult.

Wen Hongshan was not pulled by Eunuch Shang, he stood there with a tense expression on his face.

After a while, I flicked my sleeves and felt a little annoyed.

Obviously, it was the little emperor himself who couldn't get over Mrs. Wen's hurdle in his heart, so he exploded when he stepped on it, and now he has to blame him.

Mr. Wen is planning to explain to the little emperor who is to blame and what is going on.

When he was about to speak, Wen Hongshan suddenly saw that Jiang Ping's eye sockets were shining. The young man's eye sockets were shallow, and he couldn't hide his tears. He was almost crying now.

Then... adults have a lot.

Mr. Wen let go of right and wrong to Jiang Ping in a rare way, and stepped forward to hold the little emperor to his chest.

This action happened so suddenly that Eunuch Shang almost yelled for help, thinking that Wen Hongshan was finally going to attack the little emperor.

But it seems?fine?

There is no hand rising and falling, no head falling to the ground, no white knives in and red knives out.

Wen Hongshan held the little emperor in his arms with some helplessness, and gently rubbed the thin and thin back of the young man who had not completely stretched himself.

"General Wen?" Jiang Ping cried.

"Okay, what are you crying for? Men don't flick their tears lightly." Wen Hongshan wiped Jiang Ping's tears casually with his thumb.

Wen Hongshan's fingers are calloused from years of martial arts training.

The little emperor is quite thin-skinned and tender, just like his real body.

"It's just that I haven't reached the sad point..." The little emperor probably was hurt too deeply by the school, and he continued while crying.

"What should we do? Wenhong Mountain? What should we do?" The little emperor, who had succeeded to the throne at a young age, buried his face in the clothes at the waist of Wenhong Mountain.

Wen Hongshan didn't know what he was asking.

The pain in his stomach and abdomen persisted, and after kneeling for a long time, the throbbing pain started again, and the leg supporting the stick also hurt.

But the little emperor was still crying.

So Wen Hongshan didn't move, just continued to pat his back lightly, and didn't stop until the sobbing of the little emperor barely stopped.

"Enough crying?"

Wen Hongshan had a gentle expression, and calmly pressed his hand on his stomach that was throbbing more and more.

"I didn't cry." The little emperor hiccupped when he said this.

"Are the barbarians really here to negotiate a peace? They said they would participate in the autumn hunt. I always feel..."

"Afraid?"

"Huh? I'm not afraid, I, I, the king of a country, why, how can I be afraid of their barbarians!"

"I will protect you well." Wen Hongshan repeated with some helplessness.

The little emperor's memory doesn't seem to be very good, and he always has to repeat the same words many times.

"I've said it. My mother never blamed you, so I can't blame you."

Wen Hongshan is a person whose actions speak louder than words.

Mr. Wen is also very strict with his subordinates, and he only talks about important things once.

Wen Hongshan said it only once since the two knew they were married. It was at the wedding of the two people. The master of ceremonies asked Wen Hongshan what he wanted to say, and Wen Hongshan said.

Jiang Ping is the nicest person I have ever known and I will always love him.above.

At that time, Jiang Ping heard his nose burst into tears, sniffled and hugged Wen Hongshan, hiding behind Wen Hongshan and crying.

It was only later that Wen Hongshan stopped talking about it.

Jiang Ping would say that he likes you the most when Wen Hongshan goes somewhere with him.

Wen Hongshan will answer, I know.

But Jiang Ping never waited until the second half of the sentence.

I didn't feel it when we were together, but when we were separated from Wen Hongshan, in every day and night when we longed for company, such details would be traced back over and over again, making people unable to help but doubt.

I wonder if he doesn't like me anymore.

Worrying about gains and losses is a normal state in love.That's why every couple will try their best to prove their love in every detail.

It is the emotions overflowing from the eyes, the inseparable hands sticking together on the street, and the sense of ritual at every important moment.

Unfortunately.Wen Hongshan did not enter the context of love.

After all, the little emperor still had a mountain of official duties to deal with, and Wen Hongshan was not idle. The safety of the country was on his shoulders alone, so how dare he live up to it.

"Actually, have you ever thought about another route?" 520 felt particularly bored when he was busy with official duties, and tried his best to chat with him.

"Ok?"

"It's blackening! Blackening at the beginning, rebelling against him, and then killing back to the capital, taking the little emperor home and locking him up to make sauce, he will cry and ask you to spare him, what do you mean? What." In this way, 520 can stop work early, because if the host abuses the other party, the system will judge that it is disqualified from using it, and it will be blacklisted directly.

"Stop reading junk literature, I'll recommend a few for you."

"What do you recommend?" 520 was ignorant.

""One Hundred Ways to Complete Work Efficiently", although I haven't read it, I have seen many business people's offices set up."

"..." 520's attempt to blacklist the other party failed, and after searching for the book, he secretly added it to his favorites, and said, "I also recommend this book to you, called "The Straight Man's Cultivation Manual—" —About 100 Positions That Can't Find a Partner""

"Okay. I can't read it now, so read it to me."

"..."

Is there anyone in this world who can hurt Mr. Wen's rock-solid heart?

Does he know that there is something called cynicism in this world?