The system is forcing me to heal the cannon fodder male supporting role again

As soon as these words came out, all the servants of the palace stared round, especially Ah Wu, who reacted the most, and immediately jumped up: "My lord, you can't do it!"

Lu Ji said coldly: "What can't be done!"

Even if it was the original owner's little boy who rode the horse, Lu Ji was a real man with strong bones, would he be afraid of riding a horse?

Lu Ji grinned at Ah Wu, and said through his teeth: "Are you going or not?"

Ah Wu cried and said, "Your Majesty, you really can't ride it. You look good. What's wrong with you today? Don't you usually take a sedan chair?"

Come on, he is really a loyal servant. Seeing that this matter is not going to happen, Lu Ji wanted to forget it, but when he turned around, he saw Shen Zhiwei and Chen Saner standing by the door with their arms sleeved. San'er was suppressing her laughter knowingly, but she restrained herself after being glared at by him.

"Let the horse come!" Lu Ji couldn't believe it. Shen Zhiwei, a boy with red lips and white teeth, could ride a horse, why couldn't he?

After a while, the horse didn't come, but Lin Bo with the face of a horse.

Before Lu Ji could speak, Lin Bo suddenly said, "My lord, you can't let it go! If something happens to you, how can I, this old slave, go underground and explain to the old lord and concubine!"

With snot and tears, and looking at the entire gate of King Jing's Mansion, everyone lowered their heads and wiped their tears, and the people who came and went slowed down. Those who didn't know probably thought that he, a cheap prince, had died.

Lu Ji is one head and two big, he just wants to ride a horse, as for everyone?

Just about to open his mouth to compromise, Shen Zhiwei who was at the side suddenly stepped forward: "Uncle Lin, it's okay to let the lord try it, the lord has changed his temper since he lost his memory, maybe he's not afraid of riding a horse anymore?"

After Shen Zhiwei finished speaking, a pair of eyes that became fainter in the morning light looked at Lu Ji quietly, Lu Ji's heart trembled, he couldn't help but look away, and frantically called the system.

"Why did he say that, don't you see that I'm Xibei with a shell, and want to test me?"

"Host, I don't think so. Maybe he's referring to the fact that you've been sleeping since you woke up." The system analyzed seriously.

Lu Ji twitched the corner of his mouth. Before he woke up, the original owner and Shen Zhiwei didn't stay together for long. Even if his sleeve was broken, how would Shen Zhiwei know?

But speaking of it, last night, how did Shen Zhiwei know that he and the second prince "like each other"?The original owner and Ji Rongyu discussed how to deal with Shen Zhiweixu and the snake, this matter should definitely not be mentioned.

How did Shen Zhiwei know?

Lu Ji vaguely felt that something was wrong, but right now was really not a good time to think about it.

Lin Bo seemed to be really moved by Shen Zhiwei's words, he sighed, went to the stable to pick a docile horse and brought it over, and looked at Lu Ji worriedly.

Have you never ridden a real horse or seen a horse run?

Lu Ji looked at the red-maned horse and was gearing up for it. Suddenly, he stepped on the stirrup and jumped up with all his might!

Before the crowd held their breath, the docile horse suddenly went berserk, kicked its hooves up, and neighed, so that Lu Ji, whose half foot hadn't stepped into the stirrup, heaved like a boat in the waves. Uncertain, clutching the horse's mane, I was dumbfounded.

"Horse rein! My lord, quickly pull the rein!" The crowd dispersed in fright, leaving Ah Wu and Lin Bo standing under the horse, shouting in panic.

The old eunuch was also at a loss, Yue Qingbo opened the sedan chair curtain and exclaimed, "Brother Tingzhou!"

"No, no, I can't—

Lu Ji's mind seemed to be running on its own, and his whole body was frozen into a stone, so he could only subconsciously pull on the horse's mane.

Even though the little prince had carved wood carvings for that scumbag Ji Rongyu, he was still used to holding Fenghuaxueyue's hands. At this moment, the rough horsehair was like a sharp needle, rubbing against it and scratching his palms, but Lu Ji did not dare to let go.

In the blankness of my mind, scenes flashed one after another like a revolving lantern. Sometimes it was the last moment before he was knocked into the air, and sometimes it was the pale little prince bumping on the horse's back, and the cloud and mist under the cliff. last scenery.

His palms were soaked in sweat, and the hand that was tightly gripping the horse's mane was suddenly loosened——

There was a sudden silence in the ears, and no sound from the outside world disappeared, only the frightened faces of Ah Wu and Lin Bo who were about to step forward, and the ground getting closer.

It's over, Lu Ji thought dazedly.

Am I dying?

If he dies, I don't know if the system will find a new host.

Fortunately, he has already discovered that there is a problem with Shen Zhiwei's medicine, and the next newcomer will not be as resistant to carrying out the task as he is.

He is a poor man after all...

The next moment, the horse neighed suddenly, and its raised front hooves fell down uncontrollably. It wanted to struggle again, but it seemed to be firmly suppressed by something, unable to move at all.

The wind was blowing in his ears, Lu Ji closed his eyes tightly, and only waited for the sound of his neck to go to see Hades, but suddenly he fell into an embrace. around his waist.

Lu Ji followed him and fell to the ground, pressing on the man, and opened his eyes in a daze.

The fragrance of bitter medicine enters the heart, and the noise of the world of mortals enters the ears.

Yue Qingbo called elder brother, Ah Wu and Lin Bo called prince, Chen Saner called lord, they all rushed over.

Lu Ji was lying in Shen Zhiwei's arms, looking up, he could only see half of his white chin, blood was winding down.

With a sudden twitch in his heart, Lu Ji hurriedly got up and helped Shen Zhiwei to sit up.

"How is it? Is there anything wrong?"

After finishing speaking, Lu Ji couldn't help but wanted to slap himself. Isn't it obvious what nonsense he asked?

But Shen Zhiwei is such a small body now, the horse is so crazy that Ah Wu and Lin Bo dare not get close easily, why is he...

Lu Ji glanced at the red-maned horse with its head hanging down and its tail flicking, and he still had lingering fears in his heart.

The hand suddenly warmed up, Lu Ji was startled, turned his head, Shen Zhiwei held his hand, his eyes were gentle and clear that Lu Ji had never seen before.

He was still coughing up blood, but tried his best to slow down his voice: "It's okay."

Lu Ji lowered his head, only to realize that his hands were still shaking slightly.

He spread Shen Zhiwei's hand, a few red marks ran across the palm, Lu Ji's throat was a little dry, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Why do you..."

Shen Zhiwei's face was pale, and suddenly he vomited another mouthful of blood. Lu Ji panicked and shouted: "Come on, help Master Shen in, and find the doctor!"

Shen Zhiwei held his hand tightly, Lu Ji moved closer, Shen Zhiwei half-closed his eyes, but the light in his eyes was still gentle like the waves of a lover's eyes.

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry... call Doctor Chen, he's used to treating you, I'll be quick," he suddenly took a breath, holding Lu Ji's hand hurt, but his eyes seemed to be blank.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine soon, I, I can also accompany you on outings, to temple fairs, to watch excerpts... not only him, I can also—"

Lu Ji's heart cooled down a little bit, and he suddenly said, "Master Shen, who are you calling?"

Shen Zhiwei was startled, his pupils focused, and suddenly his whole body froze.

Lu Ji stood up and exhaled, unable to tell where he was aggrieved.

Ah Wudian came over: "My lord, what's wrong with you? Do you want to call Doctor Chen?"

Lu Ji didn't even look at Shen Zhiwei: "I'm fine, so I'll call Song Bolai instead of Imperial Physician Chen."

Ah Wu glanced to the side, Lu Ji gave him a cold stare, Ah Wu shrank his neck, answered yes repeatedly, and trotted away.

Lu Ji turned around, and Yue Qingbo stood aside with red eyes. Seeing him, the tears fell even more fiercely.

She tugged at a corner of Lu Ji's cuff and refused to let go, sobbing: "Just now, I was scared to death just now..."

"I'm fine, don't cry." Seeing that it was useless, Lu Ji couldn't help but sighed, "If you cry any more, you'll lose all your make-up."

Only then did Yue Qingbo stalk suddenly, coughed twice, but really stopped crying, and only stared at Lu Ji with a pair of rabbit eyes.

Silence was restored in front of the mansion, and the servants brought a new sedan chair.

Lu Ji watched Yue Qingbo sit back, sighed, and touched his ears subconsciously. Usually, there might be a cigarette here.

"My lord, please." The old eunuch bowed.

Lu Ji brushed off his sleeves and walked in.

Shen Zhiwei leaned against the bed, Song Qi Ning brows carefully felt his pulse.

After a long while, Song Qi stroked his beard: "My lord's injury is in the veins of the heart. He has already suffered a serious injury, and he has lost his vitality for a long time. He needs to recuperate in peace. You must not act like this again, adding to the injury."

Shen Zhiwei nodded, Song Qi gave a few more instructions, turned around and went out to prescribe the prescription.

Chen San'er hesitated for a while, then leaned forward: "Young master, Wen Jingyu, do you still see him?"

Shen Zhiwei looked at the void, and suddenly asked, "What do you think has changed between King Jing and before?"

Chen San'er said "Huh?" and scratched her head.

"Changes... If there is, it doesn't seem to be there. It's nothing more than being less attentive to you. Oh, and the taste has changed. I went to the small kitchen to get food this morning, and I heard Master Li complaining that the prince ordered him Next time he cooks salty and spicy dishes, it will be embarrassing for him, Master Li is an out-and-out man from the capital, after all, after the prince wakes up, he really thinks it’s time to come out.”

"However," Chen San'er chuckled twice, "it's just that I'm afraid of riding a horse, and it hasn't changed at all."

Shen Zhiwei closed his eyes suddenly: "I won't go today, let's go back to him."

In an elegant seat facing the window in Wangjiang Tower, a scholar in green shirt was sitting awkwardly. There were several fashionable side dishes on the table in front of him, warming a pot of sake and two small cups.

He looked up the stairs for a while, and looked at the passers-by on the street for a while, and when he saw that the wine was cold, he poured it out and replaced it with a new glass.

When pouring the wine, a part of the patched sleeve was exposed. He was slightly startled, and pursed his lips. At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and he immediately hid the part of the sleeve, and stroked it again. Hair on the temples, sitting upright, evoked a straight smile.

Only a corner of his clothes was exposed at the corner, and he immediately stood up: "Shen—"

Chen San'er was dressed in ocher robes, smiled and cupped his hands: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wen, my lord is ill today, I'm afraid he won't be able to come."

The light in the scholar's eyes dimmed instantly, and he waved his hand immediately: "It's okay, it's okay." He took out a paper bag from his pocket and handed it over carefully.

"This is the wild ginseng that Xiaosheng brought from his home in Qizhou. It is very good for health. I hope that adults will not dislike it." After a few words, Wen Jingyu's face turned red.

Chen San'er accepted it with a smile on his face: "I will thank you for my lord. You live far away, so you should go back earlier. Your lord said that you will be free in the next day, so we can meet you again."

Wen Jingyu nodded nonchalantly, seeing that Chen San'er seemed to be sizing him up, she subconsciously hid her sleeves.

Chen San'er smiled, cupped his hands and said, "If that's the case, I'll take my leave first."

Wen Jingyu returned the salute again and again, until Chen San'er went downstairs and walked away, still looking around from time to time.

After Chen San'er left the Wangjiang Tower, he threw the package of medicinal materials to a young boy who was following him.

The boy blinked: "This is..."

Chen San'er snorted lightly: "Throw it away."

"Ah?" The boy stared, Chen San'er glanced at him, "What kind of medicinal material does your lord usually use, and where does this medicine come from, this person is not trustworthy, you must not let your lord use his medicine."

"But... if the adults ask..."

Chen San'er lifted his feet and walked forward: "Just say that you don't know."

The little Ermao from Wangjiang Tower bent his waist and leaned closer: "My lord, do you want to warm up this dish for you?"

Wen Jingyu stared out of the window in a daze, Chen San'er threw away the package of herbs, feeling cold all over her body.

Weak as an ant, as small as dust, that's it.

"Sir?"

Wen Jingyu froze for a moment, then came back to his senses, and touched his purse.

For this meal, for the next month, he may only be able to live on dried vegetables and steamed bread.

He twitched the corner of his mouth: "There's no need to heat it up, I'll just eat it like this."

Xiao Er said yes twice, took out two more ingots of silver, and put them on the table: "Just now, when the master left, he settled the bill for you, saying that the adults knew your hard work, so you can take the money back. "

Wen Jingyu stared blankly at the two ingots of silver, thanked him with a forced smile, sat down again, rolled up his sleeves and put up his chopsticks, hanging over the dishes, when suddenly a drop of tear fell down.

He wiped away his tears without leaving a trace, and started to gobble it up, as if he hadn't eaten good food for many days.

Halfway through eating, he started to feel bloated, but he still stuffed it into his mouth regardless, until he ate the whole plate, and then walked out of Wangjiang Tower as if nothing had happened.

Just after leaving Wangjiang Tower, Wen Jingyu staggered and ran under a tree, grabbed his throat and vomited cleanly.

When the people passing by saw it, they all detoured a little farther,

He hugged the tree trunk and laughed like a maniac.

The old man who was begging at the door moved aside, shaking his head slightly: "Rich and poor, nobles and commoners, different people have different fates..."

Two sedan chairs, one in front of the other, and the servants swaggering past like a cloud, first a few courtiers shouted in high-pitched voices, walking away from Zhuque Street to the north.

Wen Jingyu was attracted by the sound, and stared at the guard of honor from a distance in a daze.

Maybe one day, wearing a nobleman and taking five rides?

Sitting in the sedan chair, Lu Ji seemed to hear some noise, and opened the curtain to look around.

Ah Wu leaned forward: "My lord, what's the matter?"

Lu Ji couldn't see anything, so he sighed, put down the curtain and sat back: "It's okay."

He looked at the top of the sedan chair: "You just said that if I die, what will happen to this world?"

The system repeats: "The world will restart, and the host will not be replaced."

Lu Ji was suddenly very annoyed: "Co-authoring this world, the fuck is it for me? I can't even die? What's wrong with me, I can't be reincarnated!"

This time, the system was silent for a long time, and it said, "This is up to you, host."