Lu Ji suddenly opened his eyes, sat up subconsciously, couldn't help but let out a "hiss", and there was pain everywhere in his body, it didn't look like he was hit by a sap in the back, but rather like all the bones were broken and reconnected generally.

The scalp hurt slightly, Lu Ji lowered his head, and saw a lock of long black hair under his hands. He was stunned, and immediately raised his hands, looking and looking in front of his eyes.

His fingers were slender and slightly callused, much like his hands.

But the cuffs of the snow-white inner coat are by no means his clothes.

The crisp sound of cups and plates falling to the ground suddenly came, Lu Ji turned his head, and there was a young man in green clothes standing at the door, staring at him like a ghost, then rushed out of the door, shouting as he ran, "My lord, my lord is awake! Uncle, the prince is awake!"

"Wait..." As soon as Lu Ji opened his mouth, he felt his throat hoarse, dry and painful like a red-hot iron.

He had no choice but to lift off the quilt and get out of the bed. He landed on a soft carpet, and there was a teapot and several upside-down teacups on the table a few steps away.

Lu Ji poured himself a cup of herbal tea and drank it down. Lu Ji also took a good look at the complexly decorated house.

The bed was made of pear blossom wood, with white gauze curtains hanging down, and a rug beside the window. Smoke was rising from the animal head incense burner. Lu Ji sniffed it for a while, but he couldn't smell what kind of incense it was. Rocky felt a little strange.

Could it be that God heard his dying wish?

"My lord!" An old voice filled with excitement, before Lu Ji turned his head, someone had already held his hand. He raised his eyebrows, turned his head and immediately froze on the spot, blurting out: "Old man?!"

This person was wearing a double-breasted black gown, with a worried expression on his face. Although the wrinkles on his face were reduced a lot, his facial features were a replica of Wu Yu.

Lu Ji secretly pinched his thigh, his face turned bitter from the pain, and the man who looked like Mr. Wu immediately became very nervous and pushed him back on the bed.

Lu Ji leaned against the head of the bed, his head was full of confusion, he couldn't tell if he was dreaming or if he was really dressed as a prince.

Looking at the burning gazes of the people beside the bed, Lu Ji's forehead throbbed. He subconsciously went to his coat pocket to touch a cigarette, but found nothing. He was very disappointed and didn't bother to turn around. He said directly, "What's wrong with me?"

"Old Man Wu" paused after hearing the words, and looked at him cautiously: "My lord, forgot? You followed Mr. Shen to go horse racing in the back mountain, and accidentally fell into a deep ditch. The palace searched for you for three days, and you were only found yesterday."

Lu Ji blinked, carefully recalled the time-travel drama in his memory, and asked in a very pure tone: "Who are you?"

"Mr. Wu" swayed twice.

"Bo Lin, what's wrong with you! Bo Lin, wake up!"

Pinching people, patting the back, there was a burst of jumping, and the helpless cries of the servant resounded through the sky.

The lake is sparkling, the surroundings are quiet and peaceful, and the years are quiet and beautiful.

A small bird on the stone rockery of Taihu Lake turned its small head and looked at the pavilion facing the lake with black bead-like eyes. Suddenly a stone flew over, and the bird flapped its wings and flew away.

"My lord, you drink tea." The young servant in Tsing Yi offered a cup of Biluochun with both hands, peeping up at Lu Ji through the cracks in his eyes.

Lu Ji half-closed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and hit another black chess piece: "What are you looking at?"

The boy in green, called Ah Wu, nodded and bowed immediately: "Don't dare, don't dare, my lord...do you have any orders?"

Lu Ji was reclining on the bamboo couch, wearing a sky-blue gown that seemed to be integrated with the bamboo couch, but his loose long hair was as black as algae, and landscape and cloud patterns were embroidered on the cuffs of his clothes. On him, the neckline is slightly open, the sleeves are rolled up, and the three points of elegance have also become very unrestrained, not like a pampered prince, but like a knight who draws his sword at any time to help the injustice.

On the stone table beside the bamboo couch, there was a bowl of green and juicy raisins, with crystal clear ice balls still hanging on it.

According to Mr. Wu, ice cubes are very scarce in the dog days these days, and this Cuiti is still a tribute from the vassal king, even the famous prime minister who is in front of the emperor today. The fact that the prince can win two sets shows His Majesty's grace.

Lu Ji was noncommittal, picked one up and threw it into his mouth, the sweet juice burst out on the tip of his tongue, and the breeze from the lake blew, and the pain on his body was gone. It's over, let's go down, hey, that's right..."

Lu Ji called Ah Wu who was retiring, rolled his eyes, and smiled: "Do you have any cigarettes here?"

Ah Wu scratched his head: "Smoke, what is smoke..."

Lu Ji curled his lips and let him go down rather disappointedly. Before Ah Wu left, he peeked at him a few more times, as if he was treating him as a national treasure panda.

That's right, Dayong is a good prince. Although he is a king with a different surname, he has no real power. After all, he is on the edge of the royal family. It has been passed on for a year and a half, and the popularity of this topic cannot go down.

Lu Ji searched his few historical knowledge, but he couldn't find out which dynasty was called Dayong, so he could only think that he had traveled to a parallel time and space, and he could talk about the past without smoke at this time.

It's not that Lu Ji can't quit smoking, it's just that his body hurts so badly now that Lu Ji can't sleep anymore after waking up, so he has to come to the lake to blow air and chat for comfort.

The timing of his feigning amnesia was just right, as the original owner had just fallen into the ditch, and the reason was reasonable.

Seeing that he broke his brain, the person who looked like Mr. Wu almost fainted from crying, and kept yelling that he was sorry for the late prince and concubine, "the old slave is guilty" and so on, which made Lu Ji's head hurt.

After Mr. Wu calmed down, he began counting Lu Ji's family tree with his fingers.

What's interesting is that the original owner was also called Lu Ji, the hereditary King Jing, and his father, King Jing, had led soldiers in northern Xinjiang for a while, but he was an idle prince with little real power. Don't be a demon.

The one who looks exactly like Mr. Wu is Lin Bo, the housekeeper of Prince Jing's mansion. He was once the deputy general of King Jing. , the feelings are extraordinary.Speaking of the original owner's ignorance, apart from fighting cocks and walking birds all day long, he just messed around with royals and nobles.

It stands to reason that the original owner, a king with a different surname who has no real power, and an ignorant dude, has no sense of existence in the capital where one ingot of silver is spent on three officials, but a deadly emaciated camel is better than a horse. Great, the old Jing Wang Yu Wei is still there, and the relationship between the original owner and the second prince is very close. When everyone sees him, they also sell three-point thin noodles every day.

Today, the emperor's heirs are withered, but the second son, the eldest son Ji Rongheng, was born to the late Empress Xiaowen, the second son Ji Rongyu, the biological mother Concubine De, enjoyed the exclusive favor after the death of the empress, and his elder brother became the prime minister, so Ji Rongyu's status is naturally extraordinary. Chu Jun is hanging in the air, wearing a black gauze hat, there are so many exquisite hearts, what to do, you can choose with your eyes closed, and even Lu Ji is also in the spotlight.

Lu Ji raised a lock of long hair to his eyes, looked at it carefully for a while, but still felt a little unreal.

In just a blink of an eye, he became a hard-working young man who had no love from his father or mother, who was laid off, unemployed and had a car accident, and turned into a little prince of the dynasty. This gap, Lu Ji couldn't help but click his tongue. point!

He stood up abruptly, and bowed his hands to the gods and Buddhas, with sincere eyes: "The Jade Emperor, Queen Mother, Supreme True Monarch, Fu Lu Shou, Lei Gong and Dian Mu—I, Lu Ji, thank you here!"

As soon as the words fell, a bolt of lightning clicked down from the west, and half of the sky seemed to tremble with it. Lu Ji shrank his neck in shock, "Why, what, did I say the wrong thing?"

The dark clouds in the sky quickly gathered, and the sky changed from bright sunshine to dark in the blink of an eye. The cool wind suddenly picked up, blowing the lake surface, like crumpling a piece of ink-splashed rice paper.

"It rains when it rains..." A few strands of rain drifted into the gazebo, Lu Ji muttered, he ordered no one to come near, and he didn't know when someone would think of bringing him an umbrella, so he had to put down the bamboo curtain to block it. Yu, just turned around, suddenly "Ah!", and was shocked back several steps.

Shaking his hands, Lu Ji stared at the black cat lying on the stone table: "Why is it you again!"

The ghost lingers!

The black cat's fur was smooth and smooth, the tip of its tail was a little white, and its scarlet tongue licked its paws. Hearing this, he stood up, shook his fur gracefully, and said, "Host, I am your system. "

Lu Ji propped his hands on the stone table behind him, and looked at him with a mentally retarded expression: "What are you?"

Black Cat: "Host, I am the concrete image of No. 103 of the 'Healing Cannon Fodder Male Supporting' system. You were selected by us at a critical moment of life and death. You can gain a new life by completing the tasks we issued. What you are now is ours. in a book in one of my quest worlds."

Lu Ji picked out his ears: "Where do you say I am?"

The black cat repeated patiently: "In a book."

The black cat explained that this is a heart-wrenching and unfinished novel. The author wrote halfway like a wild horse, letting go of himself. The known plots are as follows:

The original owner, Lu Ji, had a childhood sweetheart with the second prince Ji Rongyu, and they had a secret relationship with the second prince Ji Rongyu. Their love was deeply rooted. Later, in order to seize the military power for Ji Rongyu, he pretended to be good, and he did not hesitate to commit his father and son to Shen Zhiwei, the Duke of Qin who controlled the military power in northern Xinjiang. As a result, Shen Zhiwei died of a cup of poisoned wine in the hands of Ji Rongyu, who had become a great treasure.

However, Ji Rongyu was just a pawn of Prime Minister Mu Heng. Not long after, he and Lu Ji both died in the hands of the Prime Minister. They were busy making wedding dresses for others.

The poor first prince was also killed on the battlefield by the dizzy Shen Zhiwei. Dayong completely changed the dynasty, the protagonists were all wiped out, and the villains were arrogant.

It's extremely poisonous...

Lu Ji nodded, since the cat can talk and he can time travel, it is not surprising in such an extremely poisonous book: "Then, what kind of healing system are you..."

"The Healing Cannon Fodder Male Supporting System is responsible for curing the hard-working cannon fodder in every world, so that they can reach the pinnacle of life." The black cat squatted on the ground, raised its neck, and replied proudly and professionally.

"How to do?"

The black cat was a little surprised at his acceptance, and looked at him with bright golden vertical pupils: "The host needs to follow the task I issued, unconditionally treat Shen Zhiwei well, take care of him, care for him, and satisfy all his requirements, as long as Shen Zhiwei does not have any reason to do so. If you grow crooked and get the status that should belong to him, it will be considered that you have cleared the whole line."

Lu Ji stared at it for a few moments, then suddenly smiled, and flicked his sleeves, the shadow of the black cat was no longer on the table.

Lu Ji carried the cat by the back of the neck and walked towards the side of the gazebo facing the lake. The coming wind and rain made the bamboo curtains rattle.

A piece of cyan sleeve stretched out of the railing, holding a struggling black cat between its slender fingers.

"Host, what do you want, host, let me down!"

"Meow--"

There was a plop, and water splashed everywhere.

Ah Wu, who was holding an umbrella on his waist, was rushing towards the gazebo in three steps and two steps, suddenly stopped, looked around suspiciously, and scratched his head.

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