I treat you as a brother "Quickly wear"

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Just passing through the original owner who was dying of illness, the feeling was really tormenting, Qin Muye had to support his sick body to study hard, in order to prevent him from dying before finishing the plot, the system lowered his perception from the beginning, and he was really sick Qin Muye couldn't feel it either.

After these three years, Qin Muye's illness was not as severe as the original owner's.

Doubting whether his physical attributes had picked up, Qin Muye clicked on the attribute template.

The simple template that only Qin Muye and the system could see appeared in front of his eyes.

[Character——Qin Muye;

Attribute: "32 Points"

Face value: 10;

Intelligence: 10;

Physique: 2; Luck: 10]

His physique point was the lowest 2, and he was already close to dying. With such a gust of wind, he should have been sick long ago.

After the original owner was completely withdrawn from the world, the shell template data played by Qin Muye was re-engraved from the original body, using his physique as a template, it is difficult to think about illness.

After all, Qin Muye's initial attributes were indeed excellent——

Face value: 9;

Intelligence: 7;

Constitution: 10;

luck: 6;

Qin Muye knew that he didn't have acting skills, so in order to successfully play the sick and weak son, he simply diverted his physique points to intelligence, appearance and luck.

However, if all the other attributes are full, there are still two points in the physique point.

After knocking the melon seeds against the wind for a long time, Qin Muye still didn't show any signs of catching a cold.

After staring at the physique point as high as two points for a while, the system rarely felt angry.

[It shouldn’t be. In the original text, the dog licking male supporting role got sick from the cold after waiting for a moment. You’ve been eating melon seeds for three minutes, and the protagonist Shou will pass through the maple forest to meet Zha Gong. He will care about Zha Gong. Let Zha Gong be moved by him, how about you, why are you still not sick?Could it be that the luck value is too high? 】

"Slime, you call me, lick dog?"

Qin Muye squinted, didn't he mean that the reformed scumbag believed in the truth, did this slime accidentally tell the truth?

[This is not important at all!In my opinion, not getting sick is because your mentality is not sad enough, complain to me, host! 】

The physical attribute of the original body is twice that of Qin Muye, a total of 4 points. Just this, he was dying of illness, but Qin Muye's illness became less and less.

The system looked at the host, scanned the melon seeds in his hand, and discovered the root cause of this person's non-illness——

It's all because Qin Muye is full of positive energy!

[Host, I can't wait any longer, the plot will be messed up if you wait any longer, you should find a way to complete the plot yourself. 】

Qin Muye clapped his hands, turned his head and left: "Let's go home and take a cold shower. Slime, to be honest, you really won't die of illness before the end of my story, right?"

The system hurriedly said: "With me here, you will not die of illness before the end of the plot, but after taking a cold shower, you are so sick that you are worse than death. Even if your senses are weakened, you will have to bear what should be uncomfortable, and you must persist in completing the plot." Task, can you really do it?"

"You don't have to believe in love, but you must definitely believe in my professionalism as a worker."

Qin Muye felt relieved.

He strode forward, and after walking for more than half an hour before leaving Fenglin, Qin Muye realized that he seemed to have lost his way.

"Why haven't you found a way out yet?" Qin Muye glanced around and frowned.

[That's right, you are going back the same way, but this is the imperial palace. In order to prevent assassins from coming, I used a little trick when planting trees, so that outsiders will be confused if they are not careful.Host, keep going. As you walk, I will record this blindfold and submit it to the general system to exchange for points. 】

The system hurriedly urged Qin Muye.

"This can also be exchanged for points? Slime, what else can be exchanged for points?" Qin Muye's eyes flashed a streamer.

[Excellent cultural heritage can be exchanged for some points, but it must be experienced or mastered by you personally. For example, this blindfold method must be cracked by you, and I will only get some points after I submit it.There are also paintings and lost copies. You must copy and submit them yourself to get points. 】

Qin Muye suddenly felt that he had missed a hundred million: "Slime, you should have told me earlier, it was a waste!"

In the past three years, he has studied hard and practiced hard, but he has only learned the basics of the Four Books and Five Classics. If he had known that transcribing isolated copies would be a good thing, he would have searched and transcribed them a long time ago!

[Transcription and copying have technical requirements.You have practiced for three years, but the level of writing and painting is far from enough. The general system will not accept excerpts below the level of masters.Moreover, there are not many points for transcription submission. If the host wants to get a lot of points, it is best to create a work that everyone praises in the task time and space. As the original author, submit it to the general system for evaluation. Attribute panel upgrade spree! 】

"Panel attribute upgrade gift package, what is that?" Qin Muye became interested.

[Host, you are an ordinary person, the full value of the attribute panel is only 10, which is the lowest, you are very pitiful!When this attribute reaches other higher worlds, you can be killed with a single slap...]

Qin Muye, who was once proud of his full attributes, had a complicated expression: "How many attributes can you get after upgrading, one hundred, one thousand?"

[It's far more than that, you can't count the 0s after the attribute panels of cultivation, world and doomsday power.After the attribute panel is upgraded, you can not only increase the attributes, but also unlock special attributes such as root bones, abilities, bloodlines, pheromones, and spiritual power if you are lucky. The attribute panel upgrade is very helpful for your future tasks. 】

"I was slacking off. Since the attribute points can still be increased, we need to work harder. No matter how few mosquitoes are, they are still meat. Hurry up to crack the blindfold and earn points."

Qin Muye observed for a while, then decisively walked to the right.

"This kind of blindness can confuse people's perception of the direction, and it can be cracked by identifying the exact direction. Thanks to my elementary school science knowledge, the maple leaves are redder in places with stronger sunshine. Going south is the correct direction. It should be like this side."

After walking for a while, I saw a road. There was a small yard overgrown with weeds and a pile of maple trees that had been felled violently.

【Ding!Successfully submit the lost wood-type blinding method, get 10 points, and activate the lucky draw wheel, the host, please make persistent efforts! 】

Qin Muye clicked on the system lottery tray: "Finally the lottery can be drawn, Slime, do you have a reward for the first big gift bag?"

The system shook its head: "Host, we are a serious system, and the prizes drawn by the lottery turntable are all real good things, and we don't play the gimmick of the first draw gift package. One lottery draw is 100 points, and you need to work harder, host, to accumulate enough lottery points! "

Qin Muye shrank: "100 points? Let's go with the plot."

With only 10 points, activating the draw wheel is useless.

The system encouraged Qin Muye: "That's right, at least 10 points will be rewarded for completing a plot point, and up to 100 points will be rewarded for important plot points. Host, you can do it!"

The system's incentives are very effective. Qin Muye wants to fly home and take a shower right now, waiting for his first encounter with the protagonist.

The maple forest is coming out, but the palace is huge.

Qin Muye frowned: "Where is the way out of the palace?"

The system reminded him: "This is a big circle, host, be careful, don't meet the protagonist Gong Shou, you are walking around like a vivacious dragon, and you can't arouse the protagonist Shou's desire to protect at all."

As soon as the words fell, Qin Muye stopped, his face turned pale, and he coughed while clutching his chest.

Qin Muye felt an uncontrollable sweetness in his throat. He supported the tree by the side of the road to slow down, and took out his handkerchief to wipe off the blood stains on his lips.

Folding the bloody handkerchief, Qin Muye smiled wryly: "It's a full 2 ​​points of physical strength, it's really not covered."

Qin Muye just tidied up his clothes when he suddenly heard a person say in a dark voice, "Hey, sick man, don't die here."

He followed the sound, and saw the courtyard door on the side of the road being opened, and a tall man came over.

The man had handsome eyebrows but a sullen expression. His age was between a young man and a teenager. He was wearing a single suit. When the cold wind blew, the black singlet was tightly attached to his body, stained with sweat, outlining his muscular physique.

The weak Qin Muye was so cold just looking at him.

Not knowing who it was, Qin Muye looked carefully and found that the other person's fingers were slender and strong, but his hands were covered with scars, the tiger's mouth was split open, and blood was oozing, it was shocking.

It was probably the servant who cleaned the place. In autumn, the leaves were flying everywhere, and it was in the maple forest, so it was really hard to clean.

Such servants were very common in ancient times, but Qin Muye is a modern person after all, and a modern person who has not adapted to ancient life, his eyes paused for a moment on the man's scarred hand, he raised his finger to wipe the last trace of blood from his lips, and smiled She smiled: "It won't die, you don't have to worry, it won't pollute the place you clean."

Xiao Zhiyue, who was practicing martial arts here, stared at Qin Muye's lips, watching him carelessly wipe off the blood stains on his fingertips with a handkerchief. His fingers were long and slender, as if carefully carved from suet jade, and the blood on his fingertips made the blood stains even more glaring because of their whiteness. .

Xiao Zhiyue's eyes flashed: "It seems that you are really sick. If you are not in good health, you should leave quickly. There are rumors that this place is haunted."

Originally, he saw that this man was dressed luxuriously and was vomiting blood at the door, and thought that those brothers in name were playing tricks again and wanted to make trouble with him, so he chased him away loudly, only now did he see clearly that this young man had an undisguised illness No color, no matter how expensive the clothes are, there is a sense of decay.

This person is extremely good looking, even more handsome and handsome than the well-known prince Xiao Yufeng, and he is not any prince Xiao Zhiyue has ever seen, but he does not know why he appears here.

After looking around, I saw the sickly young man raised his head from the white fox fur scarf, bowed to Xiao Zhiyue, straightened his body, and looked coldly: "Excuse me, brother, I came here to admire the maple leaves, I accidentally got lost Lu, can you trouble Xiongtai to show me the way out of the palace?"

Sure enough, it was from outside the palace, and I don't know which family's son it is, but he didn't bring any attendants, which shows that he is a bold man.

Xiao Zhiyue raised her hand and pointed: "Just follow this road to the end."

"Thank you, since brother has solved my distress, I should give you a reward." Qin Muye smiled, took a kit from his waist, and handed it to Xiao Zhiyue.

"This is my ointment for treating chilblains in winter. Brother, you can try it. After using up a few bottles, you can get rid of the root of the disease."

Xiao Zhiyue took the kit in a trance, and before she had time to look at it, she saw that good-tempered handsome young man gathered up his cloak, pulled up his veil, and walked along the road.

The autumn wind lifted the other party's vermilion cloak, the man was obviously afraid of the cold, stretched out his jade-like fingers to press the cloak, his movements were slow, he walked slowly, it was indescribably beautiful.

After walking a few steps, some palace servants went up to meet him and helped the young master to leave.

Xiao Zhiyue withdrew his gaze, tore away the bag, and his eyes became more gloomy: "What a weird person, he casually gives random things, as if he is rare."

Unexpectedly, there are really rare things in the kit.

Several small suet jade porcelain vases the size of a thumb were finely carved. Xiao Zhiyue took out a bottle, played with it on his fingertips for a while, uncorked the bottle, poured out a little ointment, and the clear medicinal fragrance came to his nostrils.

Melted the grease with fingertips, brought it to the nose and sniffed it, Xiao Zhiyue identified the medicinal materials used: "burnet, forsythia, centella asiatica... Spatholobus... big thistle, small thistle, Codonopsis pilosula... ...It's really a good thing."

After confirming that the medicine was not poisonous, Xiao Zhiyue took some and rubbed it on the wound.

The torn tiger's mouth stopped bleeding immediately, and I didn't even feel the pain anymore.

This kind of good medicine is hard to find, I don't know how this stupid and bold young man who met suddenly is willing to give it to him.

"Interesting." Xiao Zhiyue glanced at the end of the road, the young master who appeared suddenly was gone, but the appearance of the other party was firmly engraved in his mind.

Sick seedlings.

A kind-hearted sick child who looks monstrous and evil.

Thinking so, Xiao Zhiyue pulled out the saber hidden in the bamboo tube.

Raising his hand and swinging his sword, quickly and fiercely, he chopped off the maple tree in front of him, and the force of the shock also tore the injured wound again.

The sword energy is sharp and fierce.

After practicing until she was sweating profusely, Xiao Zhiyue put away her sword, went back to the room to wash up, changed into a dark purple robe, and took out a black cloth strip, which was supposed to be wrapped around her hands.

After thinking about it, he first opened the suet jade porcelain bottle that was thrown aside, filled it with the ointment, and then wrapped the injured palm with a black cloth strip.

You are not allowed to wear a sword casually in the palace, Xiao Zhiyue can only hide in a remote corner, take advantage of the cool weather and no one visits to practice hard, and it is normal to have scars on his palms, only this can make him always remember, what should he do? do what.

His mother and concubine are dead, and he has long been regarded as a thorn in the side of the empress. Now the emperor's body is rapidly declining, and there are wolves around him, and he can't relax for a moment.

After wrapping up the wound, Xiao Zhiyue withdrew all her edge, lowered her head and lowered her eyes, and walked in one direction.

After walking a few steps, he unexpectedly greeted a few princes who had just finished class in the imperial study room. The present prince Xiao Yufeng was surrounded by everyone. He was smiling and talking to his brothers.

"Brother Prince, our number one talent in Yuanlan wants to be your Taifu. The number one talent, hahaha, he is only two years older than you. Rumor has it that he looks better than the top card in Zuichun Tower. What about people? Come here and let us open our eyes!"

Xiao Yufeng shook his head: "Gu has never seen him before, I heard from the servant that the Taifu went back first for some reason."

When the princes heard the words, they started chattering.

"It's really courageous! The number one talented person is just a sick child. To be the Taifu is just because the father thought that he was the blood of the Taiaunt. He actually went back, and he must be punished!"

"That's right, he's just a slave. He dared to leave without paying us a visit. It can be seen that he doesn't care about us at all. Brother Prince, you have to punish him to stand up!"

Several people playfully walked past Xiao Zhiyue, and the crowd around the crown prince ignored Xiao Zhiyue who had a low brow, but the crown prince stopped and saluted, "Huaixu has met my brother."

When Xiao Zhiyue heard what they said about the number one talented person, Taifu, sick young man, she lost her mind just now, only to realize that she had lost her manners when she heard the voice, and she hurriedly replied, "I pay homage to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Seeing this tall and oppressive young man, the other princes curled their lips.

"Brother Prince, don't care what he does, what kind of elder brother, it's just... that's all."

"That's right, the most hypocritical, who doesn't know his mother and concubine..."

A group of little princes exchanged glances, and everything was kept silent.

Xiao Zhiyue, who was being teased by everyone, only lowered her head. Hearing that the crown prince reprimanded them lightly, she quickly led everyone past her.

After Minghuang's robe disappeared from the corner of his eyes, Xiao Zhiyue pulled the corner of his lips coldly: "Teacher? Huh."

Since that kid belongs to the Qin family, how could he not know himself, but he pretended to be like that and approached the temptation.

Sure enough, raccoon dogs of a feather are hypocritical.

Xiao Zhiyue clenched his palms tightly, and with a gloomy face, he took out the mutton fat jade porcelain bottle from the pocket around his waist. The porcelain bottle stained with his own body temperature was moist and lovely, Xiao Zhiyue lowered his eyes for a moment, and closed his fingers.

The suet jade porcelain bottle shattered in an instant, and the light green ointment inside the bottle covered his hands.

Throwing the fragments of the porcelain vase on the side of the road, Xiao Zhiyue took out a silk handkerchief to wipe her hands, threw the silk handkerchief away, and then walked slowly in the opposite direction.

The silk handkerchief, stained with little blood, fell to the ground, covering the debris lying quietly on the side of the road.

No one cares anymore.

The author says:

thank you very much!