[Quick Transmigration] Healing System

Lu Zimu still wants Yan Pei to be his bodyguard.

During the day, he reads the Four Books and Five Classics in peace at home, and listens to Master Lu explaining how to be an official when he has nothing to do, and puts on a filial appearance that he will definitely inherit his father's career.But sometimes I still go out to listen to the interesting stories of the world, and I go to the courtyard in the east of the city to climb the wall.

There are rumors in the world that Yan Pei's master practiced heresy.

Generally speaking, the master does not have a good reputation, and the disciples are not good people.

Lu Zimu didn't quite believe this statement. Last time he saw Yan Pei helping a child pick up paper kites. Besides, aren't all those who know how to use a sword all heroic swordsmen?A sinister villain is not worthy of a sword, at most he is equipped with a half-inch long dagger.

"I'm not a knight." Li An looked up at Young Master Lu who was lying on the wall of the courtyard, put away his sword, and said in a flat tone.

"You are not now, but you will be in the future." Lu Zimu secretly turned his eyes on the young man's face twice, and said.

I don't quite understand why Lu Zimu is so obsessed with the matter of whether he is a hero or not. Li An couldn't say anything cruel to this silly face of our young master, so he had to emphasize it again seriously: "I won't be here in the future." will be."

Lu Zimu will also be an official in the future, and likewise, Yan Pei has to become a side branch who goes against the rivers and lakes just like Yan Sui.

The imperial court has no connection with Jianghu, and Lu Zimu has no connection with people like them.

If there must be any connection, it probably only has a plot effect.

"What a great hero, why don't you... hey, do you eat candied haws?" Young Master Lu blinked, took out two candied haws out of nowhere, and shook them on Li An's head.

"Don't eat." Li An began to practice sword.

"This is the most delicious candied haws in the city." Lu Zimu felt a little regretful, "Have you ever eaten candied haws before?"

Li An raised his head and glanced at him, but didn't speak.

"If you don't eat it, I'll bring chicken next time."

Is this the style a rich kid should have? ?

The way to threaten others is to throw chickens at each other's house? ?

Why don't you throw the dog? ?

This kind of threat had no effect on Li An, but his master was allergic to chicken feathers, last time Lu Zimu threw a chicken, Yan Sui almost raised his sword and cut off Young Master Lu's head.

Li An was implicated by Lu Zimu, and was punished by Yan Sui to stand under a tree for five hours.

…Speak nicely and don’t throw chickens.

Li An stood where he was, watching Young Master Lu jump in from the wall with his eyes bent, and put two bunches of candied haws in his hand with a smile.

There was still the warmth of Lu Zimu's palm on the bamboo stick, and the red hawthorn wrapped in sugar was glistening, and there was a sweet and greasy fragrance before entering the mouth.Li An held the candied haws, neither eating nor not eating. After making sure that the master was still resting in the room, he carefully lowered his head and took a bite of the hawthorn balls.

It's really delicious.

It was even better than the candied haws he had eaten when he was a teacher.

Maybe it's because he hasn't tasted candied haws since then, or because of his bad luck, there are some memory deviations in his sense of taste.

Li An lowered his head, feeling as if some sugar crystals were sticking to his mouth, he raised his sleeve and wiped it away, only to realize that his face was already cool.

"You, don't cry... I just think it's delicious, and I want to bring it to you to taste. If you don't like it, you won't eat it, and so do I..." Lu Zimu was startled by the tears that suddenly fell down from the boy, and gestured in a hurry. , "I won't bring chicken next time, don't cry..."

Li An wiped his eyes and said, "I didn't cry."

"If you hate candied haws, I won't carry them anymore," Lu Zimu said.

Li An mopped his head until he felt that the corners of his eyes were no longer wet.Lu Zimu was still standing in front of him nervously, with his mouth half-opened, but he didn't make a sound, but his brown eyes flickered slightly, and all his eyes were fixed on his face.

At this point, Li An realized that Lu Zimu really had an attractive face, with handsome features, and when he got serious, his eyes seemed to be rippling with wine, clear and beautiful, very pretty.

It's a pity that people are stupid.

Li An lowered his eyes, glanced lightly at Young Master Lu's ten fingers that were folded together due to nervousness, and the nasal voice in his voice gradually disappeared, "My master said that I am not good at swordsmanship, and even if I am a guard, I can't protect my master well. On the contrary, it will damage Jianzong's reputation."

"Then take me to fight for justice after you have mastered it." Lu Zimu said, "I have an ancestral sword in my family. It cuts iron like mud. It is very powerful. You will be my bodyguard, and I will give it to you." for you."

Master Lu: ... Isn't that what you traded for scraps of copper and iron at a road stall outside!

"You don't know my identity, so naturally I don't have any scruples." Li An sharpened the wooden hilt with his fingertips, and said, "I come from a humble background. I have no relatives or friends outside, but I have some enemies."

Just worshiping Yan Sui as a teacher is enough to make outsiders criticize.

Yan Sui has made many enemies outside, but he only concealed his whereabouts when he came here temporarily, so no one came to him to kill each other.Li An wandered with him for a while before the plot started, and he probably knew what it was like to be hunted down and hide drugs in his food... After being crowned as a disciple of Yansui, there were a lot more decent people who came to kill Li An .

He still needs Yan Sui's protection.

Although the head-on is the spring breeze, there is still a slight chill.

After Young Master Lu left, Li An sat down on the wooden board in front of the threshold of the main hall, looking up at the drizzle that fell at an unknown time.The sunlight in the east of the courtyard has not yet dissipated, and the soil in the west of the courtyard has been dyed deep black by water vapor. There are faint thunderstorms in the distance, and the rain will probably last for half an incense stick.

"Master." Li An heard the creaking sound of the door being pushed open behind him, looked back, and saw Yan Sui's black clothes again.

Yan Sui's single clothes were covered with a black shirt, the belt was tied loosely, and his tall and powerful figure could be vaguely seen from the outline outlined by the material.After all, he is a martial arts practitioner, so he naturally has a murderous aura on him, and his expression becomes even more gloomy when he doesn't speak or smile, and he can't tell what his mood is.

"Did I tell Lu Zimu what I taught you?" Yan Sui asked.

"said."

"How did he reply?"

Li An paused, and then said: "He said that the Lu family is powerful, so why would he be afraid of these juniors in the world."

Yan Sui shook his head slightly, pushed back the hem of his clothes, and sat cross-legged on Li An's right, "Do you want to learn how to weave grasshoppers?"

"... Weaving grasshoppers?" Li An thought that Yan Sui was going to teach him some sword skills again, but he didn't realize it for a while.

"Let's stop practicing sword today." Seeing Li An's surprised expression, Yan Sui added patiently, "Didn't you want to learn earlier?"

At first Li An just mentioned something casually, thinking that Yan Sui didn't take it to heart.

Yan Sui has always been dismissive of this kind of gadget that only children can play with.

"Who did you make the clay figurines in the house after?" Yan Sui said while weaving the bamboo leaves under his hand.

Li An tapped the wooden board lightly with his fingertips, and replied, "It's mother."

"It does look alike." The sky was a bit overcast, and Yan Sui's eyes darkened a little.

"Don't write it down, I'm afraid I will forget it later."

Yan Sui put the woven grasshopper in Li An's hands, and murmured something as if talking to himself, but unfortunately the voice was too small, it disappeared into the air before reaching Li An's ears.

The author has something to say: the result is still not three thousand words.

[I'm so short, you hit me, huh! ]