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

On the side of the landscape screen in Wudi, there is a black lacquer table next to the window, and a celadon vase with thin mouth and lotus pattern is placed on the corner of the table. Snow-white wintersweet is inserted obliquely in it, and the posture of proud snow and frost is reflected in the table. Put it on a side of rice paper on the table.

Fang Youya was rolling up his sleeves and picking up the pen, when he was startled, a drop of ink appeared on the paper.

"Why is my cousin so angry..." Fang Youya put down his pen, and personally brought a cup of hot tea to invite him to sit down, but Ji Rongheng raised his sleeve and flicked it.

"You still have the leisure time to drink tea, but I don't have as much leisure time as you." The hot tea was poured on the rice paper, ruining a good painting, Ji Rongheng's eyebrows were still condensed, "You have a good relationship with Wen Jingyu, so you know he's secretly What have you done? I asked the decree to enter the court, and he actually asked me to be a recorder for the Ministry of Industry of the Seventh Grade!"

He grabbed the paper on the table and crumpled it into a ball: "The whole day is spent copying official documents, organizing library books and other chores! This is clearly insulting me on purpose!" Throwing the ball of paper on the ground viciously.

Fang Youya said in a daze, "Your Majesty..."

Ji Rongheng seemed to be laughing angrily, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "This is the best thing. I begged to see my father many times, but he always stopped me by saying that my father was not in good spirits and ordered no one to see me. I would like to ask, if No one has seen it, so why did Wen Jingyu issue his father's oral order to make decisions about the government?"

Fang Youya's voice was dry: "I've seen it before. Uncle is indeed sick. Maybe he has his own considerations..."

There was silence between the two.

After a long while, Ji Rongheng nodded and retreated to the door: "Okay, Fang Youya, I was wrong, so just pretend I haven't been here today." Turning around and walking in big strides.

"Cousin!" Fang Youya chased after two steps, and finally stopped slowly, with a gloomy expression.

He picked up the ball of waste paper and slowly clenched it in his hand.

"So you doubt me?" In Wen's mansion, Wen Jingyu was sitting in the grand master's chair. He seemed to be extremely afraid of the cold. Even though the room was as warm as a spring day, he was still wearing fox fur, holding a cup of hot tea in his slender and steady hands. His expression was a little ethereal in the curling mist.

Fang Youya still had a cynical smile on his face: "If you really don't believe me, why would I come here to ask you?"

Wen Jingyu said indifferently: "His Royal Highness King Qi has only held the title of king for a short time. I had some friendship with him, and I was almost framed together because of the case of missing money from the household department. Now that I am the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, if I rashly give it to him Too much real power may arouse people's suspicion, so it's better to start small first, and then mobilize it in the future, which can also block the mouths of many people."

Fang Youya was silent for a moment, and only said, "I hope so."

Wen Jingyu looked at him, and suddenly smiled: "What else can I do, now that the King of Wei has betrayed his relatives because of Mu Xiang's forced palace, the original Mu Xiang's party members wished they could get rid of him, he is already a fly in the wind, The day is at stake, His Royal Highness King Qi has meritorious service, and the Fang family is planning to return to the capital, so what are you worried about?"

Fang Youya looked at him motionless, and smiled slowly: "I'm the one who was worrying too much, I don't know how your Majesty is doing these days?"

Wen Jingyu showed a look of disappointment: "It's still the same, but the Imperial Hospital has been doing its best, and it is beyond reproach. Do you want to enter the palace to have a look?"

Fang Youya shook his head: "No, since you are sick, there are too many people and it is really noisy. It's just that the government is busy, but you have to work a lot. I see that you seem to have lost a lot recently. You should rest more when you have time."

Wen Jingyu paused, stretched out his hand to touch his face, he was a little lost in thought, and when he came back to his senses after a while, Fang Youya had already said goodbye and left.

"He is suspicious." A deep and rigid voice sounded, and Agamu came out from behind the screen and stood behind him.

"Perhaps he already knew that the emperor could have given up the dementing incense, but continuing to use it now will only speed up his death."

Wen Jingyu put the teacup on the table, his face became clear without the cover of the mist, his cheeks were much thinner, his eyelids were also slightly black and blue, against the almost transparent white skin, it was true Very haggard.

Agamu's blue eyes showed concern, but his voice remained unchanged: "Do you want to kill him?"

Wen Jingyu smiled, feeling very helpless about his solution to the problem: "He just suspects, and has no evidence. Even if he wants to touch me, he has to wait until the Fang family enters Beijing."

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and said in a very low voice, "The premise is that they can enter Beijing."

Ajiamu's eyes lit up, but after hearing what Wen Jingyu said next, they darkened again, and pursed the corners of his lips.

"It's rare for a wealthy family not to intrigue for family property. Fang Youya is the son of Fang's patriarch, but when he was supposed to make a big splash in the officialdom, he was pressured by the Mu family to be a dog in the imperial city who didn't even dare to make a sound. How many years have passed since the Silent Lamb was created. He has neither played a pivotal role in the court, nor has he missed the opportunity to develop and strengthen his own power in the family. Is it?"

Wen Jingyu's eyes were introverted: "A lion that has been kept in captivity for a long time will only become an obedient dog in the juggling troupe. What's more, the Fang family was just an unpromising relative at the beginning, and even stayed in the capital to compete with the Mu Heng two tigers." How many years have passed, even if there is such an idea of ​​ambition, it may have been wiped out long ago. Revitalizing the Fang family is nothing but Fang Youya's wishful thinking. Who's going to help him?"

He leaned back on the chair and looked at the painted Dunhuang Flying Apsaras on the roof, which was extremely luxurious. When he was tortured in the prison of Dali Temple that day, did he ever think that he would have today?

Just don't even dare to think about it.

"Killing is the most useless means in this world." His eyes were slightly blank, "I never like to do such things."

Except that time.

The only time.

Ajiamu was silent for a moment, and found that he seemed to be trembling slightly, and suddenly stretched out his hand, and hugged him together.

Wen Jingyu was startled, as if he wanted to come down, but he didn't move after thinking about it, he just sighed and said: "You grow up really fast, within a year, the small wood will soon become a big wood."

In nearly a year, Agamu has grown from half a head shorter than him to now faintly surpassing him. Xu Shi has never given up practicing martial arts, and his body has gradually changed from a thin boy to a man as strong as a man.

Whenever he watched the official business until late at night, it was too late, and the servants could not call him, Agamu would directly carry him back to the bedroom, and could not help but push him into the quilt. At first he was not used to it, but now he is used to it .

Ajiamu remained expressionless, and said declaratively: "You are getting thinner and thinner, this is not good."

Agamu gently put him on the bed, took off the fox fur and outer shirt, stuffed him under the quilt, thought for a while and brought him a hand warmer.

Wen Jingyu smiled: "I didn't expect Xiaomu to be so good at taking care of people. If he marries a girl in the future, that girl will be very lucky."

Agamu gave a muffled hum.

The silver charcoal burned quietly, and the room was silent for a moment.

"What can I help you?" Agamu broke the silence first, and looked at him seriously.

Wen Jingyu half-closed her eyes, and the blue-black eyes were covered by the shadow cast by her eyelashes, making her look a bit fragile.

He said: "You can go and deliver a letter for me and take someone with you."

His eyes gradually darkened like eternal night, because he remembered what happened in Dachao today.

Some people proposed that he be the right minister on the grounds that the phase was vacant, the emperor was not in court, and political affairs were indecision.

This was naturally ordered by him, and the original intention was naturally just a temptation.

But I didn't expect that group of people to oppose so fiercely.

"Although Mr. Wen is highly trusted by His Majesty, but after all, he is still young and lacks experience, so I think it is difficult for me to take on a big responsibility."

"Mr. Wen's great talent is obvious to all of us, but after Mu Heng's incident, the government and the opposition all thought that someone with high morals and prestige should not take on it, otherwise there would inevitably be omissions..."

As Wen Jingyu thought about it, his eyes grew colder, and he couldn't help but sneer.

This group of silverfish in the country can only show their prestige with their mouths like this.

When he spends his days and nights on political affairs, which warm, fragrant and soft jade are they embracing at home?

Will say so, but still he doesn't have enough authority.

His nails were gradually digging into his palms.

If it were Mu Heng, there would not be so many voices of opposition.

What he needs is not only an obedient prince, but also a chance to become famous.

"Hiss..." He suddenly frowned slightly, withdrew his hand that had been scalded by the stove, and held it up in front of his eyes. In the middle of his white palm, there was a white circular scar with an obvious color.

The legs that had been broken also seemed to be aching.

Agamu pressed his hand back into the quilt, Wen Jingyu woke up from the dark memory, met his disapproval expression, smiled lightly, and obediently closed his eyes.

Beginning of the new year.

The coup in the palace did not affect the people's living and working in peace and contentment. Except for the sighs of some high-ranking officials at the family banquet, the sound of firecrackers was heard most often in the entire Yongjing City.

The scattered red debris is spread on the thick snow, like a picture of plum blossoms drawn on white rice paper.

A few wrapped round balls passed by laughing and playing, and the big yellow dog followed behind wagging its tail, salivating for the food in the children's hands.

In the lively scene, a person is walking slowly on the street with a few small packages, his clothes are already wet with snow, and he seems to have walked a long way.

In front of the vermilion gate, several young servants divided their duties, cleaning the plaques, and hanging lanterns. When they saw someone coming, they all froze like stone lions hung with red silk on both sides of the gate.

Lu Ji was wrapped in a blanket and curled up on a chair covered with fluffy cushions on the porch, the small stove beside him was steaming, and he was drowsy with the chirping of Yue Qingbo and Zhu Zhipan pasting Spring Festival couplets in front of the main hall.

When Ah Wu came to report Wen Jingyu's visit, he originally wanted to pretend he didn't hear it.

But it was so quiet around here.

He opened his eyes helplessly, only to see Zhu Zhipan and Yue Qingbo blinking at him.

I had to sigh.

When he walked out of the house with his sleeves rolled up, Wen Jingyu was standing at the foot of the stone steps carrying his things.

Seeing him coming out, Wen Jingyu was obviously surprised, as if he didn't expect him to come.

Lu Ji had no expression on his face. He took a breath of cold air and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

Wen Jingyu twitched the corner of his mouth: "Can't you come if you have nothing to do?"

There were no servants in front of the mansion, only one or two naughty children ran by from time to time, throwing a firecracker or two.

Lu Ji touched his stiff face, put it back into his sleeve, and sighed: "I only have one question to ask you, you answer me, and then talk about other things."

Wen Jingyu raised his head to look at him, and Lu Ji looked at him, "At that time, if Mu Heng hadn't lost his caution, did you plan to exchange Qingbo for Mu Xuan?"

Wen Jingyu's face reflected the snow in front of the mansion, pale as if without blood.

Lu Ji looked at him for a while, and realized that there was no need to say anything.

Wen Jingyu had a deep thought, he knew it from the beginning.

He just didn't expect that one day, this kind of thought would also be applied to them as friends.

"What are you for?"

He wanted to ask.

But it's not necessary anymore.

Lu Ji turned and went back to the mansion.

Zhu Hong's gate gradually closed, and he was the only one left in front of the gate.

The thing in his hand suddenly weighed as much as a thousand catties. Wen Jingyu stood up and was about to leave when a stone fell in front of him, and fell into the snow like a meteor, making a shallow crater.

"Huaijin!"