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

Wen Jingyu was awakened by a burst of pushing.

"Young students, young people, don't dare to sleep here, those who are going to freeze to death, wake up!"

Wen Jingyu slowly opened his eyes, only to see a blurred figure, and immediately stood up and saluted in a hurry: "My lord wants to buy calligraphy and painting, and the student Cao Bei has learned a thing or two about calligraphy—"

Hearing a few laughs, Wen Jingyu raised his head in a daze, only to realize that there was an old man in rags standing in front of him, there was no adult there.

"You are an interesting young man. Do you call everyone an adult?" The old man laughed vigorously, shaking off the snow that fell on his shoulders.

Wen Jingyu looked embarrassed: "Old senior..."

The old man looked him up and down: "Are you selling calligraphy and painting? Why don't you go to Shuyuan Lane? Are you a stranger? All the calligraphy and painting sellers in the capital are in that area. This is guarding the intersection of Zhuque Street. Those who come and go are all with eyes higher than their eyes. The most noble person, where will I buy your words?"

Wen Jingyu clenched his sleeves tightly: "Over there... most of them are students from the same department, selling paintings on the street, after all, it's insulting to gentlemen..."

"Hey, if you want me to tell you, you scholars are poor and fastidious, and you have a good face." The old man with white beard and hair picked out his ears, "Do you think that no one will recognize you after you run a few streets away to put calligraphy and paintings? There is palm-sized land around the capital, even if you go three streets further, it will be useless."

Wen Jingyu was very embarrassed: "I..."

The old man looked at him again, tightened his ragged cotton jacket, and sighed: "If you want me to say, the most important thing for this person is that you think highly of yourself. One day, even if you become a high-ranking official, will you still have to wipe out your background?" Erjing? A small family from a poor family is a small family from a poor family. It can’t be compared to those noble people who were born with a golden spoon in their mouth. There is no need to compare. Straighten your waist and do what you should do. Are you really here?"

"Senior taught me..."

The old man patted him on the shoulder again: "Old man, I will show my face. You must be promising in the future, and you must not lose your heart because of this kind of thing. Our great-grandfather who opened the dynasty was still a concubine, but you see Who dares to look down on him now?"

He took out a few copper plates and put them into his hands without any explanation: "Seeing that the exam is approaching, go back and drink some hot soup to warm your body, and study hard."

"Old senior!" Wen Jingyu hesitated to speak, but the old man waved his hand and gradually walked away.

Wen Jingyu looked at his back, looked down at the copper plate in his hand, and suddenly smiled wryly.

However, the first decree issued by the Tai`zu who came from a concubine after he ascended the throne was that his descendants should establish a descendant instead of an elder. What is the reason for this?

I am afraid that only those who have experienced the suffering of the humble can feel the importance of family background.

Why can't he compare with them?

Even if he doesn't have a strong family background, he can do it on his own!

Wen Jingyu clenched the copper plate tightly, feeling the pain.After a long while, a piece of snow fell into his collar, and Wen Jingyu shivered before brushing the snow off the calligraphy and painting.

Just about to put away the booth, suddenly there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance.He raised his head, and saw a young man in brocade clothes followed by a group of followers rushing towards this side.

The horse was fast, and Wen Jingyu wanted to avoid it, but unexpectedly, the young man's horse suddenly slipped when he approached, and the man on the horse let go of the reins, and was thrown heavily, and hit the table in front of him hard!

The wooden table was torn apart, and all the calligraphy and paintings fell into the dirty snow water, completely ruined.

Wen Jingyu stared blankly, as if losing his mind, but the next moment, someone picked up his collar and punched him hard in the face.

"Whoever allows you to set up a stall here, it just shocked my young master's horse, can you afford it!"

Wen Jingyu trembled angrily, but slowly sneered, and mocked: "I disturbed him? It's clearly the horseshoe—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was punched again in the face. The boy looked dodgingly at the young man in brocade clothes who was being lifted up while screaming in pain, and said angrily, "What's wrong with the horseshoe? Are you so poor that you want to deny it?" , My young master's horse is guarded every day, and this shoe is newly cast, you are saying that my young master is not strict, and some people can't be lazy!"

Wen Jingyu's eyes were cold, but the young man in brocade clothes suddenly pushed away the boy, came up and raised his robe and kicked at him: "Mother Xipi! I finally woke up early to pay my respects to grandpa! What the hell is going on? Go? Let the second room take the lead again, and you will definitely have to be disciplined when you go back!"

"What are you doing in a daze, call me!"

"Yes!"

Fists and feet fell like raindrops, Wen Jingyu hugged his head numbly and curled up. After an unknown amount of time, the young man in brocade finally stopped, but Wen Jingyu still kept curled up, staring blankly at the snow in front of him.

"Forget it, maybe there is still time to go back and change clothes now, that calligraphy and painting seller," he pointed at Wen Jingyu, and said contemptuously, "Kneel down and admit your mistake, my lord, and I won't bother with you anymore."

Wen Jingyu raised her head stiffly, pulled the corners of her lips, got up according to the words, and was kneeling right in front of him.

There was a burst of laughter all around, and the young master laughed even more triumphantly, stepping on a few sheets of "Shou Mei Ao Shuang Xue" and "Ling Yun One Inch Heart", he waved his hands triumphantly, and the servants scattered all around .He was turning around to leave, but Wen Jingyu, who had been kneeling all this time, violently jumped up and punched him in the eye socket!

The young man in brocade immediately screamed, and a group of servants rushed over in a hurry. Wen Jingyu seized the opportunity and punched him a few times on the temple. He had never practiced martial arts, so he could only pick this kind of place that hurts the most, and finally Kicking on the roots of his descendants, he turned around and fled wildly as a group of servants frightenedly looked at the master's space!

Wen Jingyu turned around in the alley, and the sound of chasing behind him became farther and farther away. Finally, he suddenly pushed open a broken wooden door, rushed in and closed it heavily.

After a long while, he held the door and laughed.

As soon as he entered this room, he smiled for a moment, pulled the wound on his face, then closed his smile blankly, took some clean water and wiped it off.

In the silent room, there was only the sound of falling snow, and occasionally there was the sound of splashing water. Wen Jingyu looked at himself in a wooden basin, his eye circles suddenly turned red, and suddenly, the door slammed. Wen Jingyu was startled, thinking it was the A group of people chased after them, picked up the thick wooden bars that fastened the door, and carefully looked through the cracks in the door.

When he saw the person coming, he was startled for a while, immediately threw away the wooden bar, raised his hand to straighten his temple hair, and as if he remembered something, he hurried to the wooden basin to adjust his appearance in front of the water, and then hurriedly He ran to open the door and bowed his head: "My lord."

"My lord has something to do today, so I don't have time to come."

Wen Jingyu raised his head in a daze, and saw Chen San'er standing in front of the door with his hands behind his back, with an impatient expression on his face, and a small follower beside him smiled at him.

Unable to tell what was going on in his heart, Wen Jingyu slowly put down his hands and straightened up, twitching the corners of his mouth to get out of the way: "So it's Brother Chen, it's cold outside, Brother Chen..."

"Brother or not, do I know you very well?" Chen San'er said lazily with his sleeves in his hands.

Wen Jingyu felt a thorn in his heart, and smiled stiffly: "Yes, Chen..."

Chen San'er waved his hand, raised his hand impatiently and threw a bag into his arms, and there was a small sound in the collision: "Take it."

"My lord said, it's very cold, I'm afraid you don't have money to buy charcoal fire, so I specially asked me to give you some more. Even if you buy the best silver silk charcoal, it's enough for you to use until the Spring Festival. My lord also asked you to prepare well, Don't think about anything else, he has been busy for the past few days and has no time to come here."

Wen Jingyu hugged the heavy purse tightly: "My lord hasn't been here since three months ago, may I take the liberty to ask what your lord is up to..."

Chen San'er coughed twice, and then put on a straight face: "If you know it's presumptuous, don't ask, you just need to prepare well, and you will enter the court to serve your lord in the future."

Wen Jingyu smiled shyly, and said in a low voice: "Yes, I also know that my lord is willing to help me, but it is because I may still be useful. If I don't fail the exam, I am afraid that my lord will not bother me... ..."

Chen San'er rolled her eyes, looking like she didn't want to say anything, she turned around and wanted to leave, but Wen Jingyu called out to him again: "Your Excellency seems to dislike me very much, I know, I come from a humble background, so naturally I can't enter your family Now, I have to bother you again and again to come to this humble place..."

"Stop, stop," Chen San'er couldn't help stretching out her hand, and said impatiently, "Do you know what I hate about you the most?"

Wen Jingyu was startled, and Chen San'er looked around in his drafty room: "My lord helps you, it is to cherish your talent, not to make you belittle yourself, I will give you money and food every month, but look at you What kind of house do you live in? It's a credit that the adults didn't come. Otherwise, wouldn't you think that all the money was embezzled by me, Chen Saner? Who's watching?"

Wen Jingyu's face turned pale, and he shook his head in panic: "I didn't mean that, I didn't mean to win the sympathy of adults..."

"I don't care what your reason is, but I, Chen San'er, really look down on people like you. Those who follow my lord have not lived a hard life, but you look miserable every day, which is just plain annoying. Annoyed, if I were an adult, I wouldn't want to come!"

After Chen San'er finished speaking, she left without turning her head. Wen Jingyu was completely chilled by what she said, and stood holding the money bag for a long while, feeling very ridiculous.

It turns out that's how adults see him...

But he already thought of it, didn't he?

Wen Jingyu clenched his hands tightly, and his fingers turned white.

A real man walks in the world, unable to rely on himself, yet he has to be favored by others, how can he not be looked down upon by others?

The money bag in his arms was like a hot iron, gradually melting into a fiery slurry, drawing an insurmountable moat between him and Shen Zhiwei, reminding him very clearly how humble he is like an ant.

He turned around, pulled out a wooden box from under the bed, and put the silver bag in it.

In the wooden box, rows of money bags of the same style were neatly stacked, as well as some new clothes.

He closed the wooden box, pursed his lips tightly, and stroked the grain of the box.

One day, when he was able to sit on an equal footing with that person, he would definitely hold it out while talking and laughing.

Return them one by one.

"Third Master, there is one thing that I don't quite understand. Why does Mr. Shen care so much about Wen Sheng?" Chen San'er walked with the little follower for a while, and the little follower scratched his head and asked.

Chen San'er folded his hands in his sleeves: "This is called Shangxin? You haven't seen adults be more attentive."

"Hey, the young one is no better than the third master, you are always in front of adults, and you are well informed." The little follower flattered with a smile.

Chen San'er chuckled: "My lord, this Wen Jingyu seems to have helped him... But, hiss... My lord, I haven't had any interaction with him before."

"This..." The little follower showed doubts, "Then how about this matter, it can't be helped in the previous life, right?"

Chen San'er was amused by him, raised his eyebrows and said: "Maybe it is." The two gradually walked away, turning into two small black spots in the narrow alley, interspersed between the silver-white sky and the earth.

On the nineteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, just after the crowing of the rooster, a group of young young people were crowded outside the Gongyuan at the east end of the city.

"Hey, Brother Zhao, it is said that the presiding judge of this imperial examination is Master Shuzhu, Minister of the Ministry of Rites. He is an upright and upright official, and he is notoriously strict. If you want to come to this exam, I'm afraid it will be difficult for anyone to fish in troubled waters."

"Who says it's not? If he catches you, you will definitely not be kind. If you have this kind of thought, you will have given up on the difficulty long ago after hearing Master Zhu's name..."

"Hey, look over there, this isn't that Wen..."

Wen Jingyu lowered her head and stood behind the crowd.Since he was around ten feet away, there was no one around, many people passed by, laughing and pointing at him, saying nothing more than "selling paintings on the street" and "I don't know why Master Shen favored him" and so on.

Wen Jingyu put on a stiff face, pretending he didn't hear it. Suddenly, a man in an azure robe bumped out from the crowd, causing a commotion.

"Do you have eyesight? You stepped on my newly made soap boots. Do you know that appearance and appearance are also part of the imperial examination. If I fail because of this, can you afford it?" One person rolled up his sleeves and pointed angrily. Looking at the person who suddenly bumped out.

That day Qing Paozi looked very good-natured, although his facial features were ordinary, his eyes were bright, he smiled and cupped his hands and said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I live far away from my next house, it's almost too late, I'm a little anxious, I still hope Forgive me, brother."

"Hmph," the man looked him up and down, saw that the material of the clothes he was wearing was only ordinary, and said disdainfully, "Live far away? I can see that he is poor again. But whoever has a family background, who doesn't rent early near the Gongyuan?" Get off the house and almost be late? I think you better not take the exam as soon as possible!"

The man giggled and said, "That's right, what brother said is very true, I'm really poor."

Seeing that he was easy to talk, the man even made more mockery. Wen Jingyu frowned when he heard that, and finally couldn't help but took two steps forward, standing beside Qingpao that day.

In an instant, the domineering man seemed to have seen some plague god, curled his lips and cursed "bad luck", and led a group of people away.

"Oh, thank you, brother, for making the rescue."

The man hurriedly bent down and saluted, Wen Jingyu returned the salute, and shook his head lightly, "It's okay, those people are used to bullying people like this, so you don't have to take it to heart."

The man smiled: "Naturally."

Saying warmly, he cupped his hands: "Han Miao, may I ask what your brother's name is?"