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

There was the sound of going downstairs at a leisurely pace, and the soles of the boots stepped on the wooden stairs, as if stepping on the hearts of the people.

"Your Excellency, be careful, after all...swords have no eyes."

Lu Ji scolded his mother in his heart. He thought that Mu Heng would at least make a superficial cutscene, but why didn't this bastard play his cards according to the routine and use the knife whenever he came up!

The neck was cold and tight, Lu Ji's heart was hanging high, and suddenly he heard another person hurried downstairs behind him, and before he approached, the sound of drawing a sword was repeated one after another.

The man suddenly became exasperated: "Let him go!"

No one moves.

"You... you guys! The king's words don't work anymore? Don't forget, I am the master of the Wei Palace!" Ji Rongyu seemed to be on fire, but the sword around Lu Ji's neck was still steady. Up and down, only Ji Rongyu's heavy breathing was left.

I don't know how long it took, as if his strength was taken away, he gritted his teeth and called "Uncle". After a while, Mu Heng walked around to Lu Ji, raised his hand slightly, and put away all the scrambled swords in an instant.

Lu Ji stared at Mu Heng, moved his wrist, and stepped forward. In an instant, there was another noisy sound of drawing a sword. "Hey, what is this for?" Mu Heng raised his hand and pushed aside a sword tip, "I misunderstood, if it really hurt the prince, it would be unsightly."

As he spoke, he turned to Lu Ji and bowed his head: "For disturbing the prince, I still hope to forgive the crime. There have been many people in the mansion these past few days. Thinking about it, they mistakenly identified the prince as a thief, so Tang stood out. Fortunately, it was a false alarm."

Lu Ji sneered, if he believed it was a misunderstanding, his mind would be trapped by the door.

Mu Heng stretched out his hand to guide upstairs: "Since the prince is here, you might as well go upstairs and tell me."

It's all here, so naturally there is no reason to retreat, Lu Ji lifted his robe and went upstairs first.

The second floor is facing the wind on all sides, the white gauze style is placed, and several ice basins are placed at the four corners, which is really cool.

Lu Ji was not polite, sat down at the only table, poured a cup of tea, and before he drank it, Mu Heng said slowly, "Isn't the prince afraid that the minister will poison it?"

The cup of tea couldn't be drunk immediately, Lu Ji put down the teacup and leaned back on the chair: "What exactly is Mr. Mu trying to say, let's just say it."

Mu Heng sat opposite him, Ji Rongyu hesitated for a moment, and sat next to Mu Heng, but still looked at Lu Ji from time to time.

Mu Heng poured a cup of tea for himself, and drank it in one gulp while meeting Lu Ji's gaze. "My lord is straightforward, I just ask my lord, do you remember the agreement between my lord and my minister and His Royal Highness the King of Wei?"

"No." Lu Ji answered simply.Just kidding, if you want to say that you lied to him that day at this time, it is even more suspicious of capriciousness. Now that the words have been spoken, it is better to stick to the end.

Anyway, he figured it out, Mu Heng wouldn't believe him at all, but he didn't know how to solve him?

Sure enough, Mu Heng didn't ask any more questions, but clapped his hands, and the servant beside him bowed and held a mahogany tray.

Pens, inks, papers and inkstones are lined up neatly.

Lu Ji narrowed his eyes slightly: "What does Mr. Mu mean?"

Mu Heng signaled the boy to hold the tray in front of Lu Ji, and leaned on the back of the chair: "The agreement promised by the prince before is very important to Wei Chen and His Royal Highness Wei Wang."

"There is no turning back when you open the bow, and the two of us can't let you come and leave whenever you want, my lord."

"Mu Xiang, just tell me, what do you want?" Lu Ji stood up and stared at him.

Mu Heng remained expressionless: "The mausoleum of Tai`zu is located in the eastern suburbs of the capital. It is a treasured place of geomantic omen, where dragon energy gathers. It is a good place to go."

As soon as these words came out, Ji Rongyu stared at him with wide eyes: "Uncle?!"

Lu Ji smiled: "You want me to guard the mausoleum?"

Mu Hengcai nodded, and there was a loud "crash", and Lu Ji overturned the table in front of him!

Mu Heng couldn't dodge in time, the tea splashed on his brocade clothes, and the broken porcelain spilled on his feet, but he still sat firmly on the chair, but raised his eyebrows slightly.

The boy holding the tray didn't panic at all, but Ji Rongyu got up in a hurry: "Uncle, that's not what you said before. I can't agree to this matter. How can I stop the boat to guard the tomb! That place is so desolate." , I don’t know how long it will take to come back after this trip..."

"His Royal Highness King Jing deeply admires Tai`zu's demeanor and appreciates the grace of the emperor. Please keep the imperial mausoleum forever until he dies." Mu Heng said lightly.

Ji Rongyu suddenly stood in front of Lu Ji: "I don't allow it!"

Mu Heng didn't even look at him, he just stared at Lu Ji: "Your Majesty doesn't want to?"

Lu Ji wiped the side of his face with the back of his hand, wiping away the splashed water stains on his face, but he looked straight at him: "I am willing..."

Ji Rongyu turned her head in disbelief, but saw Lu Ji raised one corner of her lips: "You are dreaming!"

After speaking, he suddenly grabbed Ji Rongyu's back collar and pulled it back. Before everyone had time to react, Lu Ji quickly took out the broken porcelain hidden in his cuff and pressed it against Ji Rongyu's throat!

The guards suddenly felt like they were facing a formidable enemy, and their long knives were drawn out of their sheaths. Lu Ji tightened his hands, his eyes were fierce: "Don't move!" The guards looked at each other, and all looked at Mu Heng.

Ji Rongyu was held hostage by him, and she raised her head slightly, but she didn't show any signs of panic. Lu Ji looked at Mu Heng who was still sitting upright, and sneered at the corner of his lips: "In my life, Lu Ji, I can bear everything else, the most annoying thing Even being threatened, if Mu Xiang can talk and discuss with me, maybe there is still something to be done about it, and if you don't say anything, let me guard the imperial tomb for the rest of your life, it would be too much of a deception!"

Mu Heng looked down and turned the emerald green beads in his hand, stood up, and approached step by step.

Lu Ji immediately pressed the Broken Porcelain tightly, and stepped back slightly: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill him?"

Mu Heng's tone was calm, but he still kept approaching: "Why does the lord think that if he threatens the minister with His Royal Highness King Wei, the minister will be afraid?"

Lu Ji was stunned, and Mu Heng took another step forward: "Because the prince remembered something, there is nothing His Royal Highness Wei Wang can't do?"

Like a bolt from the blue, Lu Ji was on the spot.

He only remembered that Mu Heng always needed Ji Rongyu as a cover, and Ji Rongyu died at the end, so holding Ji Rongyu would definitely make Mu Heng give in, but he never thought about how Lu Ji, who has really forgotten the past, would know that it is the best time to blackmail Ji Rongyu. work?

Lu Ji was in a complicated mood immediately, and with all his strength, the broken porcelain drew light bloodstains, and he gave up on himself: "Anyway, if you take another step, I will kill him immediately!"

Mu Heng stopped, and the guards behind him shrunk to encircle him, all staring at him.

"My lord still doesn't know my position. Even if I let you leave today, so what? I'm afraid my lord doesn't know how old the prime minister is, and how he died." The tone was very flat.

Lu Ji gritted his teeth, but he also knew that what he said was true. Even if he got the Wei Palace today, Mu Heng would no longer trust him. This matter is still unresolved, and Mu Heng still has various ways to deal with him.

In the final analysis, it is just that he is alone and weak, just a idle king with no real power!

A fine layer of sweat broke out on Lu Ji's forehead, but he still didn't regret it.

If you don't talk about amnesia, is it possible for him to continue to have love with Ji Rongyu who came in through the window at night?

It would be better to kill him directly!Straight men can die, but never gay!

But if he just went to guard the mausoleum, what would Yue Qingbo do?As for the mission, is it considered a failure?

Thoughts were in a mess, but Mu Heng raised the corners of his lips and raised his hand, and the servant who had been holding the tray behind him immediately took two steps forward.

Ji Rongyu immediately shouted: "No! Let him go!"

Lu Ji took a complicated look at Ji Rongyu, but didn't realize that Ji Rongyu was not a puppet boy who only listened to Mu Heng's words. He really had some sincerity towards the original owner, but it was a pity that the original Lu Ji could not be seen.

With emotion in his heart, Lu Ji kindly removed some broken porcelain pieces.

But Mu Heng gave him a cold look: "Maybe the King of Wei has forgotten how to get everything in the Wei Palace today. If you are tired of it, you can explain it to your ministers."

Ji Rongyu suddenly paused, and his whole body was stiff. After an unknown period of time, he seemed to have made a difficult decision, and his voice was hoarse: "Stop the boat, I will visit you often—"

What?Lu Ji was stunned, but before he could react, Ji Rongyu suddenly leaned back and let go of his restraint. Almost instantly, the guards rushed forward, unsheathed their long swords, and placed them on Lu Ji's neck densely!

"Don't hurt him, don't hurt him!" Ji Rongyu wanted to go forward, but was blocked by a sword, with anxious eyes, "You guys, be careful."

Lu Ji gritted his teeth, almost mouthful of old blood, shit, so why did he think this little white-faced scum deserved to soften his heart!He should have given him a knife for the original owner just now, and it's over!

The guards opened a gap, and the boy approached with a blank expression, holding up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone again.

"Jingzhou, you believe me, I will definitely visit you often..." Ji Rongyu looked earnestly.

Lu Ji smiled, "I can't hear you, come closer?" Ji Rongyu's face was filled with joy, and she took two steps closer. Lu Ji suddenly rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward, almost hitting the point of the sword.

"Look at the fart! Get lost as far as you can in the future, I beat you every time I see you, believe it or not, you scumbag—"

The pavilion was in chaos, the surrounding wind was blowing, blowing the white gauze, outside the fence, the sky darkened, thick clouds gathered, and a thunder rolled across.

Shen Zhiwei was startled, and raised his head with drunken eyes: "What time is it?"

Wen Jingyu froze for a moment: "Youshi."

Shen Zhiwei seemed to have not woken up, narrowed his eyes slightly, and nodded.

Wen Jingyu mustered up his courage: "It's windy, maybe it's going to rain. My lord has drunk a lot of wine today, so it's not suitable to blow the wind. You'd better go home earlier."

Shen Zhiwei was a little dazed: "It's raining...it's going to rain, I didn't bring an umbrella this time, every time you get wet in the rain, you'll get hot..."

"My lord?" Wen Jingyu frowned.

Shen Zhiwei seemed to be extremely drunk, and muttered: "It's time to go back, you can't get wet in the rain, let's go..." He staggered to his feet and grabbed Wen Jingyu's sleeve.

Wen Jingyu was stunned, not knowing what to say, Chen San'er couldn't stand it anymore, and stepped forward to support him: "My lord, this is Wen Sheng, who do you think it is?"

Shen Zhiwei paused, staring at him for a moment: "...Yes, I made a mistake. What about him, where did he go?"

"My lord, who is it?" Chen San'er was confused, "You are drunk, let's go home."

But Shen Zhiwei broke away from him suddenly: "No, it's raining, I have to bring him back...I'll go find him, Prince Wei's Mansion, he must be there again..." After finishing speaking, he staggered towards the stairs.

"My lord!" Chen San'er was startled, and rushed to catch up. Wen Jingyu seemed to have been forgotten, and stood there blankly for a long time, then raised his hand to look at his sleeve.

Shen Zhiwei rushed out of Zuixiang Building, a little cold dripped on his forehead, he squinted his eyes and looked around: "It's raining, hurry up..." In a blink of an eye, he saw an honest scholar in front of the door unfastening his saddle, raised his foot and rushed over .

"My lord!" Chen San'er chased out the door, but before he could stand still, he suddenly neighed loudly, and a scholar jumped up and down: "Hey, hey, you! This is Xiaosheng's horse. It cost eight liang of silver to buy. How can you buy it?" , hey, stop, steal the horse, steal the horse—”

Chen San'er looked over, her eyes widened immediately, Shen Zhiwei was already riding on the horse, pinched the horse's belly, and galloped away!

"My lord!" Chen San'er was almost terrified, Shen Zhiwei was so drunk, how could he ride a horse!

Just as he was about to catch up, the scholar rushed over: "I think you recognize him, you have to help him pay for Xiaosheng's horse, which he bought for eight taels of silver—"

Seeing Shen Zhiwei disappear in an instant, Chen San'er wanted to cry but had no tears.

A thunderstorm rolled over the capital, Lu Ji sat in front of Yizhang's brand-new table, scratched his head, blew on his nails, and counted the hairs of his brushes. Finally, the guard who watched him couldn't help it: "My lord, hurry up!" Bar."

Lu Ji bared his teeth and smiled: "I'm sorry, I forgot how to write the name, let me think about it."

The guard curled his lips and continued to stand aside.

Lu Ji lowered his head, biting the tip of his pen in worry, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Mu Heng sat beside him drinking tea, and Ji Rongyu sat beside him like a needle felt, looking this way from time to time.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, Mu Heng drank the last sip of tea, and with a soft "duh", put the teacup on the table.

Lu Ji sighed and raised his pen.

Shen Zhiwei rode his horse and galloped all the way. On both sides of the street, vendors closed their stalls one after another and went home. Most of the common people lived in the south of the capital, and the high-ranking officials and nobles lived in the north of the city. It seemed that he was the only one going against the current along the way.

Lu Ji dipped the ink evenly in the inkstone, picked up the pen, and hung it above the white paper.

Shen Zhiwei rode his horse and turned around the street corner, his white clothes fluttering, his complexion pale, but his eyes were bright.

Lu Ji read the four big characters "I invite you to guard the mausoleum" again, slightly lowered my wrist, still indecisive.

"My lord—"

In front of the gate of Prince Wei's Mansion, Shen Zhiwei reined in the horse tightly, neighing loudly, and the horse raised its front hooves.

He turned over and fell, his movements were chic and smooth, without stopping for a moment, he went straight to the door.

"Who's here?" Two guards stepped forward to stop her, Shen Zhiwei paused slightly.

He glanced at the two of them, his eyes turned cold, and his thin lips parted slightly.

"roll."