Sick Beauty Plays the System [Quick Transmigration]

Si Shuzhen once thought that Changxihou's Mansion was the most peaceful place in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Loving parents, no worries about food and clothing, is the most ideal state of life for a young child in his prime.

When he was six years old, his mother took him to the Fakong Temple, an ancient temple in Jinping Mountain, to offer incense, but he was suddenly assassinated halfway up the mountain.

Fortunately, the guards of the Hou Mansion were also veterans of the Northern Xinjiang camp who had gone to the battlefield with real swords and guns with Chang Xihou and fought against the Rong Xi, so they saved the lives of the mother and child in this bloody battle.

Si Shuzhen was frightened and passed out when he returned home.

Children are always eager to seek comfort from their parents, but when Si Shuzhen woke up, he didn't see Chang Xihou and his wife, only the serving nurse was dozing off leaning against the pillar.

He rolled over and got out of bed, stepping on the thick beige double-lion play ball tufted carpet, barely hearing the sound of his footsteps.

The bedroom of his parents was partially hidden, Si Shuzhen looked in through the narrow gap, but there was still no sign of Chang Xihou and his wife.

He went to the study again, looked in through the curtain, saw a lamp like a bean, thought his parents were here, and trotted in.

It's a pity that there was no one there, Si Shuzhen was rather disappointed, and was about to turn back, when he saw Chang Xihou and his wife walking towards this place with a staff member one after the other, all three of them looked dignified.

Like a ghost, Si Shuzhen took advantage of his size and hid in the narrow space under the low couch, next to the four-foot-long rosewood desk, happened to be in the blind spot of the three people's sight.

"It's really that one?"

"Yes."

Changxi Housi Tongfu said with resentment in his expression, "I know he is suspicious by nature, but I definitely never expected to be in this situation... The friendship of fighting side by side and going through life and death in the past years, compared with the power of the emperor, is so amazing. Not worth mentioning!"

"Hou Ye, the Si family is in charge of the military, and has the ability to track thousands of miles. Everyone is innocent and guilty, and the matter has come to an end. If you return the tiger talisman..."

Si Tongfu shook his head and said: "With his viper's heart, once I lose my military power, I'm afraid that the whole Marquis Mansion will be reduced to a piece of fish and be uprooted by him."

He sighed heavily and said in a gloomy voice: "For the present plan... Only Marquis Changxi's line will be extinct, and the whole house may be safe."

Mrs. Si pinched the veil at the side and said worriedly: "This child was found at the gate of Jiu'an Temple back then, but unexpectedly it will become a disaster for the house. It is indeed a disaster, so it's good to get rid of it."

Found... Extinct Heir...

Si Shuzhen chewed these two words carefully, as if he couldn't understand the meaning no matter what.

The staff left soon after, Si Tongfu and his wife went back to their room to rest, the lonely lamp in the study was also blown out, Si Shuzhen went back to his own room silently under the moonlight, full of coldness in his chest, he stayed up all night.

-

Three days later, Si Shuzhen, who was only six years old, was personally pushed into the frozen lake by the father he had always thought of.

The unbearable and deep pain on the man's face did not seem to be fake, but the big palm pushing behind him was as firm as iron, without a trace of hesitation or trembling.

It's just that Si Shu assumed that his fate should not be terminated, and after being rescued by Si Tongfu pinching the point of his new death, he was still half-breathed, while Chang Xihou seemed to have finally regained his hypocritical compassion, and never tried to kill this Half breath.

Si Shuzhuan had a high fever for several days, and Si Tongfu and his wife also secretly instructed him.

After recovering from the cold, the talented only son of Marquis Changxi became a useless idiot.

All the literary and military strategies that should be revealed during growth are all buried under the skin of the damaged mind, becoming a glimmer of darkness that can only be seen when there is no one in the middle of the night.

-

Si Shuzhen didn't care about spending his life wearing a mask like this, even though he didn't care about Si Tongfu and his wife, he didn't intend to teach the whole family of more than a hundred people to sacrifice their lives in vain.

If it is said that he cherishes the lives of others, it is not necessarily true. To be precise, it is a kind of indifference, an indifference that follows the trend.

Until his aunt Wei Huailu came to talk to his so-called mother, and brought a soft and beautiful snowball that would cry when touched.

It is said that Wei Huailu found the little baby outside her house, which seemed to have fallen from the sky. Because she was born cute and could not find his biological parents, she simply raised it under her lap and named it Wei Hanyue.

Wei Hanyue's body was extremely weak, so Wei Huailu never took him out of the house until he was four years old, in order to avoid any accidents. It was not until several years of seeking medical treatment that finally made Wei Hanyue's health better that he brought him here. House to play.

Xiao Yangzi looked a little younger than his peers, and his seven-year-old elder brother Si Shuzhen felt that he could lift him up with one hand, like a thin kitten.

Wei Hanyue is indeed as elegant and delicate as a kitten, and he also likes to play with balls of wool.

Si Shuzhen and the little sick cat sat on the left and right sides of the Arhat couch, Wei Hanyue pushed over, and he pushed back without complaint. This kind of game should have been very boring to him, but it was impossible for him to abandon Wei Han at all. See my own idea of ​​practicing swords.

Glancing at Wei Hanyue's milky little face, Si Shu sighed inwardly: Why can't he leave such a boring and monotonous game?

Wei Hanyue is actually not so keen on pushing wool balls, he prefers to play chess with himself, or Wei Huailu.

However, when Wei Huailute came to him, he told him that his brother was a fool, he didn't know how to play chess, and he wanted to play something simple, so Mr. Wei Xiaolang reluctantly pushed the ball of wool with him.

Occasionally, Wei Hanyue accidentally didn't grasp the strength properly, and the ball of wool rolled down the Arhat couch and slipped all the way to the door.

He raised his eyes and looked at Si Shuzhen in a daze, as if waiting for someone to pick him up.

Si Shuzhen: "..."

Forget it, Xiaonaituanzi ordered one and walked slowly, it took a long time to get to the door.

Si Dashizi was tall and long-legged, so he took over the task of picking up wool balls naturally.

-

In the afternoon of that day, Si Shuzhen was practicing sword in the courtyard, Wei Hanyue sat on the spring bench in front of the door and obediently read a book, occasionally glanced at Si Shuzhen who looked like Moyouluo opened his screen.

Suddenly a person stepped out of the middle hall, with a piece of dog's tail grass in his mouth, with a deer head and mouse eyes, and his gait was flimsy, it was Si Shulang, the second son of Si Shuzheng's second uncle's family.

His second uncle, Si Tonglu, was the secretary of Yuanma Temple at the time, and he was upright and upright. Unfortunately, this Si Shulang was not like his father.

Although the Si family has separated, the second house has a close relationship with the Marquis Mansion, and Si Shulang would come here from time to time to find Si Shuzhen's displeasure, but even though he was three years older than Si Shuzhen, he never made Si Shuzheng himself. Express your feelings and seek benefits.

But Si Shulang doesn't remember to eat but not to fight, and today he came to provoke again and sneered: "Fourth silly brother, do you want to become a master and go to the world with a sword?"

Si Shu cast a glance at him, ignored him, and continued to practice his sword.

Si Shulang looked around, and naturally saw Mr. Wei Xiaolang holding a book.

Si Shulang felt quite novel about this little noodle dumpling, so he walked towards Wei Hanyue, shaking his arms.

Seeing this, Si Shugui's expression darkened suddenly, he put his sword back into its sheath, and quickly stepped in front of Wei Hanyue.

Si Shulang said with a rather contemptuous expression: "Fourth brother, why are you nervous, I just see this little doll carved in powder and jade, and I want to be stubborn with him."

As he said that, he wanted to poke Wei Hanyue's face, Si Shuzhen took the scabbard and "snapped" his hand and said, "Get lost."

Si Shulang held his mouth and took a deep breath, and became more stubborn, grabbed Wei Hanyue's sleeve and tried to pull him up, saying: "What's the point of you playing with a fool, my brother will take you there... …ah!"

Si Shuzhen threw the sword, and then forced Si Shulang's wrist to loosen Wei Hanyue's shackles, and then punched him in the face, Si Shulang took a few steps back to stabilize his figure.

Si Shulang moved his mouth, and sure enough, he tasted the bloody taste in his mouth. He glared at Si Shuzheng, and raised his fist to swing towards him.

The two quickly wrestled together, Si Shuzhen was the son of a general after all, and he didn't fall behind Si Shulang who was a circle taller than him, so he wanted to punch Si Shulang even if he lost his lottery.

Wei Hanyue has been watching quietly from the side all the time, with a look of novelty like watching a circus performance, and has no intention of informing the elders in the mansion.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the servants in the courtyard hurriedly went to report to Mrs. Hou and Si Shulang's mother. Wei Huailu happened to be there too, knowing that Wei Hanyue was at the side, her heart was anxious, so she hurried over with her.

The two children were both bruised and swollen when they were pulled away. Wei Huailu had no time to look at him, but hurriedly picked up Wei Hanyue to see if the little one was injured or frightened. Seeing that he looked normal, he felt relieved.

Although the cousins ​​were not on good terms, they had always only clashed verbally, pushing and shoving at most, and there had never been such a violent fight.

Mrs. Si knew what kind of temper her son had. Although she felt resentful when she saw him being beaten to disfigurement, she also knew that the Marquis of Changxi couldn't afford to mess with him and that the situation was stronger than others. Madam Hou apologized, and led Si Shulang back home in despair.

But after all, it was Si Shuzhen who took the lead in launching the attack, and it was inconvenient for Mrs. Hou to trample on the second wife's face too much, so she even ordered Si Shuzhen to kneel in the ancestral hall for two hours.

When Si Shujue limped back from the ancestral hall, Wei Hanyue had put down the books and started pushing the ball of wool again.

It's just that the one who played with him this time was a majestic gray cat that seemed to be able to swallow the little snow dumpling in one gulp. Its fur was thick and black, except for a pinch of heart-shaped golden fur on its forehead.

It was Si Tongfu who led it out from the kennel in the backyard, and a group of nurses were guarding it to prevent it from going mad and hurting people.

Si Shuzhen watched coldly, the old war dog that was once fiercer than dozens of ordinary soldiers on the battlefield, and even his father would not give him a good face, and bared his teeth when he saw anyone, now has his sharp claws pulled out. With sharp teeth, he obediently accompanied the little milk bun to push the ball of wool.

Wei Hanyue had a new playmate, so naturally he didn't like Si Shuzhen more and more. Si Shuzhen saw the gray gnat galloping like the wind to pick up Wei Hanyue's ball of wool, and then ran towards him bumpily. Back, the huge, chubby dog ​​head like a watermelon enthusiastically defended Han Yue, and shook its scimitar-like tail obsequiously.

Si Shuzhen watched for a long time, but he didn't see Wei Hanyue handing him a glance. He didn't feel ashamed, so he just sat on the spring stool that Wei Hanyue sat on before, watching the man and dog having fun.

Although he was left out in the cold, he couldn't really shake his hands and walk away.

That Cang Xi was docile now, but it was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't get angry suddenly, and he couldn't trust those nurses, so he had to plan ahead.

-

But the impermanence of the world is far beyond imagination. After all, the Cang Li is already fifteen years old, and an inconspicuous illness is enough to make it die.

As Wei Hanyue grew up, his physical strength gradually declined. One day when Wei Hanyue came to visit the Hou Mansion again, what he saw was its dying state.

Mr. Xiao Lang looked at it blankly, a little helpless, and there seemed to be attachment in Cang Li's soybean-sized eyes, but it couldn't move anymore, and after a low swallow, it closed its eyes forever.

Wei Hanyue still maintained the posture of squatting in front of it, stirring his fingers a little uneasily, and turned his head to look at Si Shuzhen after a long while.

The little baby's eyeballs are as clear and pure as glass, but the eye circles are already red. He seems to want to find an answer from Si Shuzhen that Cang Li is not dead. Lying under the eyes.

Wei Hanyue couldn't wait for the answer he wanted, and saw Si Shuzheng's face was full of embarrassment, and his sad emotions gradually fermented. With the blink of his dense eyelashes, the full of crystal moist tears rolled down.

Big tears hit the ground, and the tip of Wei Hanyue's nose turned red in an instant. He didn't know how to get into the habit of crying so hard that he didn't make a sound, only let out a few uncontrollable sobs from time to time.

Seeing that he was crying, Si Shu panicked and fumbled to wipe the tears for the milk dumpling, then coaxed softly, "Don't cry, baby, I, I'll find you another one. OK?"

But he had calluses on his fingertips, and accidentally shaved Wei Hanyue's milk-tofu-like face red, and the little coquettish bag immediately cried even more uncontrollably: "Oh, I don't, don't... I just want to woo... I want this Only……"

Si Shujue was at his wit's end, and hurriedly changed the back of his hand, but Wei Hanyue's mood suddenly collapsed, and as the sobbing became more serious, he showed some signs of difficulty breathing.

Seeing him breathing with his mouth open, Si Shu's face turned from red to blue, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately picked him up and went to the front yard to find a doctor.

Fortunately, he went to the doctor in time, and the government doctor applied acupuncture in time and supplemented with decoction, and the result was that there was no danger.

Si Shu stared dumbly at Xiao Tuanzi lying on the bed, with wet tears smeared on Wei Hanyue's cheeks, looking like a little tabby cat, with silver needles stuck in his chest, fingertips, palms, and soles of feet, So weak that a gentle wind could blow him away.

Si Shu's throat seemed to be soaked in salt water, and his empathy ability, which was born lacking, seemed to erupt in an instant under the stimulation of this scene, and his heart was instantly engulfed by the turbulent distress.

After this incident, Wei Huailu had lingering fears, and for a long time, he did not bring Wei Hanyue to the Marquis of Changxi's residence.

As the years passed, he fell in love with Wei Hanyue like fate, guarded him as an older brother when his sweetheart was named Man Hengdu, and secretly cleaned up all the scum that harbored ill intentions towards him, but watched him walk towards Gu Quer in despair. , followed by Cen Huai...

The first emperor has passed away, and he has already grown up, so there is no need to pretend to be crazy.But he didn't dare to take the risk. If he was no longer a fool, would Wei Hanyue tolerate him coming uninvited from time to time... and repeatedly confronted people close to him with swords.

That's why he was willing to wear a mask for the rest of his life, in exchange for the furthest...and the shortest distance from Wei Hanyue.

The author says:

Tomorrow, Yan Ming will be talking about the love story, and the day after tomorrow, he will enter the new world——

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