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

Yue Qingbo's crying had stopped, she just stared blankly ahead, and called "Brother Wen" involuntarily.

Wen Jingyu didn't seem to be moved at all, but asked again: "Mu Xiang, do you want to change?"

Mu Heng's expression was in a trance, and he actually slowly let go of Mu Xuan's hand, and took a step forward: "Ah Zhao..."

Mu Xuan suddenly exclaimed: "No—"

Wen Jingyu slammed Yue Qingbo to the ground, his exclamation drowned out by the sound of arrows raining down.

The Custodians are well-trained, and the archers are also skilled.

And Mu Heng's next step will never be possible.

He seemed a little dazed, looked down at the dozens of feathered arrows on his chest, then raised his head extremely slowly, opened his mouth, as if he wanted to take another step forward, but was hit by an arrow that followed. Heart, immediately vomited blood, and fell to his knees.

"Brother!" Mu Xuan screamed and rushed forward.

Ji Rongheng put down the bow and arrow calmly.

"Xiao Qingzi!" Zhu Zhipan violently broke away from the forbidden army.Lu Ji rushed forward after him.

Yue Qingbo's face was pale, her eyes were absent-minded, Wen Jingyu wanted to help her up, but Zhu Zhipan preempted her.

"Are you all right? Where else is it hurt?" Zhu Zhipan pulled people up and down to look.

"It's an expedient measure, just to distract Mu Heng's attention..." Wen Jingyu hurriedly said when he saw Lu Ji approaching.

But Lu Ji passed him by as if he hadn't seen him.

Wen Jingyu's face turned pale.

There was a lot of noise around, and the imperial guards rushed forward to bring Mu Heng to justice. Yue Qingbo was crying in the crowd, and the people around were greeting each other, but there was no one around Wen Jingyu.

Just like the day when he stood outside the tribute courtyard.

After a while, he woke up from the memories, touched his sleeves, and felt that it was getting cold, maybe it was time to add some clothes.

He looked up and saw another person, also standing alone outside the crowd.

No one cared about Ji Rongyu anymore, he stood there, staring at the chaotic crying in front of the hall, in a daze, like a statue that would never move again.

"Your Highness, the Mu thief has taken poison!"

Ji Rongheng frowned fiercely, got off his horse, stepped forward to push aside the crowd, and looked at the two embarrassed figures in front of the hall.

Mu Xuan half hugged Mu Heng, her red skirt was stained with blood, like a peony in full bloom under the moonlight.There was no color on Mu Heng's face, self-stained blood gushed out from his mouth, the heaving of his chest was already very weak, but the light in his half-closed eyes became brighter and brighter.

All the shadows, cries and angry reprimands in front of my eyes disappeared, turning into a patter of spring rain in the city of Yongjing that year, which soaked the willows in the Changting Pavilion.

"A real man was born in heaven and earth, and reading is to help the world and make contributions to the world. Do you want you to write down the best stories?!"

The small window is bright and clean, and the camellia blooms quietly by the window, with light rain and dew.Suddenly there was a muffled sound of a plank falling on the body, the petals trembled, and the dew rolled down.

The majestic old man with an angry face raised his three-finger-wide ruler and hit the boy hard.

The boy was fifteen or sixteen years old, handsome, with clean eyebrows and eyes. Now he was kneeling on the ground, his lips were tightly pressed, revealing a stubborn coldness.

"Although I, Mu Jianzhang, am old and successful, if you are such an unambitious dude, don't mind! It's better to beat you to death today than ruin your family tomorrow!" Throwing the ruler, "Take the whip Come!"

The servants from the outside bowed their heads and went inside, took their things and stepped back, trembling, not daring to say anything.

"Let me ask you again, should I change it or not?" The old man squinted his eyes and asked again. Seeing that the boy was still unrepentant, he became angry: "Take off his clothes for me!"

The servant trembled, and immediately stepped forward, tremblingly saying: "Young master, offend me." But the subordinates were extremely quick, took off the young man's jade belt and pendant, and removed the intricately embroidered purple clothes. In the end, only a thin white shirt was left .

The old man whipped the whip down, and the young man immediately fell to his knees again. The blood on his back slowly oozed out, but he clenched his teeth and remained silent.

"Okay, I'll see how long you can be tough!" As soon as the whip fell, he said sternly, "Go and fetch the pile of unsavory things in his room, and burn them all for me!"

The young man who had been indifferent all this time suddenly opened his eyes wide, and wanted to resist, but was whipped on the left side of his face by the oncoming whip, and finally he couldn't hold back a cry of pain.

Cloudy and drizzling, without sunshine, the camellias by the window gradually wilted.Drops of water fell on it, as if the flowers were crying.

I don't know how long it took, the sky was getting dark, the servants in the corridor hung up the lanterns, and the whipping in the study was still going on, but suddenly, wearing a taupe-colored skirt, he ran from a distance, ignoring the obstacles, crashed into the study, and rushed to hug her. The boy who had already collapsed to the ground was covered in blood.

"Father! Brother can't stand it, do you really want to beat him to death?" The girl was weeping like camellias by the window.

The furious old man finally stopped, panting, and his tone was condensed: "This kind of shameful scoundrel, even if you kill him, it's not an exaggeration!"

"The youngest son of the minister of the Ministry of Industry, one year younger than you, has entered the Imperial Academy as a sixth-rank editor! Zuo Xiang's son, who is the same age as you, went to the palace to be the companion of the third prince even though he didn't have any fame. Read! But you only know how to read some unofficial history and story books all day long. If you don’t want to make progress, you can write the story books in Beijing and make a name for yourself. Do you know what His Majesty said about you in front of the civil and military officials of the court the day before yesterday? !"

"'Mu Jiazi, his talent is limitless. Although he heard that he came from a noble family, he doesn't like the six arts. He doesn't read scriptures and prefers legendary stories. Now he is famous all over Yongjing. I don't know if he can enter the Forbidden Court Pear Garden in the future', listen, Listen for yourself! Full of civil and military affairs, the audience roared with laughter! Don’t be ashamed yourself, let me put my old face there!” The old man slammed his whip to the ground.

The boy on the ground just opened his eyes slightly, and he had no strength left. The girl firmly protected him behind him, except for the traces of tears on his small face, there was vigilance and hostility.

"From now on, you study hard in the mansion for me, and if you show me that you are ignorant, I will drive you out of the house." The old man left without saying a word.

"Don't worry about him." The servants wanted to step forward to help the boy up, but upon hearing this, they had to retreat silently.

The candlelight flickered slightly, and the camellias by the window also cast a hazy orange light.

The boy on the couch opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

"Brother!" The girl immediately rushed to the side, and she didn't know where she came across. The boy couldn't help taking a breath, and the girl's eyes turned red immediately, sobbing, "Father won't let them control you, and I can't hold you, so I can only hold you." put you here..."

"Does your body still hurt? I gave you medicine, would you like some water?" She asked nervously, but the boy just opened his eyes and looked at the roof, with no expression on his snow-like face.

The girl thought for a while, looked outside the house, suddenly reached into her sleeve, and quietly took out a book with a blackened cover.

"Brother, what do you think this is?" She held it in front of the boy as if offering a treasure, and blinked playfully, "I hid it quietly while they were burning the book, only the cover was burnt a little, and everything else was intact Let's go!"

The young man froze for a moment, but actually sat up from the couch, took the book, lowered his eyes, and lightly stroked the blackened corner with his hand, as if he wanted to remove the scorched black.

The girl looked at him with hope in her eyes, but saw that his hand holding the book gradually trembled, suddenly got up, pushed her away and rushed out of the room.

"Brother, where are you going—"

He left the bright mansion and the call behind him, and rushed straight into the lonely night street.

The rain soaked his clothes, and his wounds were ruptured by running, but he didn't know it.

Until he lost all strength and fell on an unknown street corner, completely losing consciousness.

When he woke up again, the smell of medicine was lingering, and he was about to turn his head when a young girl suddenly appeared above, looking down at him curiously.

"Are you awake?" The voice was brisk, not very pleasant, but inexplicably reassuring.Like the way her eyes curved when she smiled.

He was startled, the girl straightened up, and fiddled with the medicine bottle aside, her side face under the candlelight was very pretty: "You fell outside my shop, if I hadn't remembered that the two potted flowers at the door hadn't been moved in yet, I probably wouldn't have found it You." She walked over with a bowl of water and raised her eyebrows, "If you don't sit up by yourself, do you still expect me to help you?"

He froze, and sat up according to the words, only to find that the wound on his body had been bandaged, and even his clothes had been changed into new ones.

He touched the hemp fabric and pressed down his eyebrows that were about to be furrowed.

"It was my daddy who changed your clothes and medicine for you. Why, are you still worried that I will take advantage of you?" The girl stuffed the rough porcelain bowl into his hand, curled her lips, and muttered, "How can a big man talk to a man?" It's like a girl, I haven't said anything yet..."

He was silent when he heard the last few words, his pale face was slightly red.

"Isn't the fever gone?" the girl asked curiously as she stretched out her hand to touch his forehead.

Her hands were very soft, with warm palms, and there was some sweet fragrance in the sleeves, and it was unknown where it came from.

He couldn't help being distracted for a while, and when he looked up again, the girl was sitting by the bed, looking down at a book with a familiar cover.

"Give it back to me..." he said, his voice hoarse, and he tried to snatch it but was avoided.

"Lang, Zi, Jian, Xia...you wrote this?" The girl dodged around, expecting him to be too weak to get out of bed, so she closed the book after a long while, leaned over and opened her eyes wide, "Who are you?" Who? How did it fall at my door? "

He didn't say a word, and took the book back with a cold face. The book was soaked in rain, and it became more and more unsightly. He felt that his heart was like this book, with loss and sorrow on his brows.

The candle was flickering, the girl looked at him quietly for a moment, and couldn't help stirring her sleeves: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't just look at your things casually, don't do this..."

She seemed to be very guilty, she lowered her head, and the few locks of her hair were hanging down limply.

He couldn't help but said, "I'm not angry with you."

The girl's eyes lit up immediately: "Really? You are so kind. My name is Qin Zhao. How about you?" He hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Mu..."

"Which Mu? The Mu of Chaomu? My name also has Zhao, isn't it a coincidence?" She smiled, revealing two small canine teeth.

He paused, then said in a strange way: "It's Mu Chao."

Qin Zhao was very happy, and pulled him to start chattering, saying that her family has always disliked her playing with children of the same age, and asked her to practice dancing all day long, regardless of whether she liked it or not, she hadn't played with her for a long time. people have spoken...

"I know what they are thinking. They always hope that I will be able to practice one day, so that they can be sent to those high-ranking officials and noble families to be an actress, and even better, if some son or young master takes a fancy to it, I will be brought into the room to be an actress." Concubine, even with them, I fly up to the branches and become a phoenix. In their eyes, I am just a tool to cling to the rich and powerful." Qin Zhao snorted coldly, "I don't understand, what happened to the rich and powerful, what I hate the most are the children of those aristocratic families I can't wait for my eyes to grow on the top of my head, and Xiefangyuan is full of people, and the people who go there are not all these young masters? I don't want to marry them!"

He listened silently, but Qin Zhao suddenly asked him: "By the way, you are not a child of an aristocratic family, are you?"

He was a little at a loss, and before answering, Qin Zhao shook his head: "Impossible, looking at your injuries and clothes, you can't be the servant of a rich family who was kicked out, right?"

He paused and nodded slowly.

Qin Zhao was very happy, and suggested that he could come to their pastry shop to do odd jobs, so that they could talk frequently in the future. Before he could figure out how to refuse, the door was suddenly opened, and the middle-aged man walked in with a sullen expression. He only said that the rain had stopped, and he was being kind to him. His family didn't support idlers, and he didn't want to do odd jobs, so he couldn't help but drive him out.

"Daddy! His injury is still not healed, how can we drive him out!"

For some reason, he didn't want to leave for a moment. Standing under the moonlight of clouds and rain, he looked up at the plaque of the shop——

Yu Xiangzhai.

The door suddenly opened again, and warm yellow light poured down. Qin Zhao was dressed in white, and stood in front of the door looking at him with a shameful face.

"Sorry……"

He suddenly smiled: "It's okay."

Under the light, Qin Zhao's cheeks were flushed, and suddenly he walked down the steps in twos and threes, and leaned into his ear when he was stunned: "There is a dance workshop in the west of the city, and there is a plum blossom forest behind it. Every Wednesday, I go to practice dancing. You can come to me."

He was about to ask why he was looking for her, when she took out the "Swordsman of the Prodigal Son", smiled slyly, turned and closed the door.

He stood under the steps, stunned.

After a while, he smiled slowly.

On the thirteenth day, he found a reason and arrived in the plum blossom forest early. It was late spring, and the plum blossoms had already withered.

As the twilight deepened, he pursed his lips, quite annoyed, and was about to leave when his left shoulder was patted suddenly.

Turning his head, the figure came around from the right side, with his hands behind his back, looking at him from the side, with a smile on his lips, but he didn't say a word.

He looked a little uncomfortable.

Qin Zhao suddenly said, "I thought you were gone."

He didn't know what to say anymore, his face turned red again under the moonlight.Qin Zhao smiled mischievously, and held out a box from behind: "Here, as an apology for being late, I gave it to you, try it?"

He opened the box and saw three pieces of lily cakes placed in the wooden box.

Watching him eat without blinking, Qin Zhao repeatedly asked, "How is it?"

He paused for a long time, and said honestly, "There's too much sugar."

"Can you speak! Can't you praise me? After all, it's my first time doing it!"

"Well, it's delicious."

"Oh, forget it... By the way, I forgot to take your book, you can come again next time."

"……it is good."

On the 23rd, he went again.

Qin Zhao still forgot to bring "Swordsman of the Prodigal Son" and danced him a dance, saying it was new.

In the third day of junior high school, it rained again, this time he went late, in order to show punishment, she said that she would not return the book to him this time.

On the thirteenth, Qin Zhao finally remembered to bring the book, saying that he wrote it very well, but the ending of Princess Shuguo and the prodigal son Hengshan Jun was too bleak, and he wanted him to change the ending. After leaving the book, he said he wanted to write it himself.

The third day, the thirteenth day, the 23rd day...

Gradually, no one mentioned the prodigal son swordsman anymore.

Yongjing City came and went, traffickers and pawns hawked and shouted, and the days went by day by day.The camellia blossomed and withered, and when the next winter snow came, Axuan was afraid that it would freeze, so she set up several stoves next to it, almost drying it out.He still went to the plum grove unshakably, still warmed up the books, still quietly wrote scripts, but he would no longer spread them all over the capital, and the reputation of the official minister who liked to write scripts was gradually forgotten by people.

The wrinkles at the corners of Mu Jianzhang's eyes increased day by day, because he didn't like to be tested for fame, and the conversation between the two of them became less and less, but fortunately, he didn't feel ashamed anymore.Sometimes Zuo Xiang's son would come to see him in the mansion, and the third prince would follow him. One day, Axuan almost poured a cup of hot tea on the face of the third prince, and was scolded by Mu Jianzhang, so she began to wrestle on the ground often. , eating in a daze, and no longer clinging to him.

The situation in the court changes, the new emperor ascends the throne, and Ah Xuan enters the palace, all of which have nothing to do with him gradually.He likes this kind of day, the camellias in spring, the skirts of Qin Zhao’s clothes fluttering when dancing in summer, and a thick legend in autumn, the protagonists are A Zhao and Mu Chao, it’s too shameful, so they have to hide it, and it’s snowing in winter Fluttering, he would occasionally mention...

"When will you return "The Prodigal Son Swordsman" to me?"

The person who was picking plum blossoms paused when he heard the words, his hands were too heavy, and there were only residual leaves of a flower.

Qin Zhao raised his brows upside down: "You won't write another one? How many years have passed, and I don't know where to throw it away."

He deliberately said: "Oh, but it's been too long since I wrote, I don't know what to write."

She paused for a while, then suddenly turned around and said excitedly: "Write me, what do you think of me?" She stretched out her hands and twirled around, her white cloak spread out in the snow like falling snowflakes. , she was getting better and better dressed, as if she had just come out of a small pastry shop.

On the contrary, in order to hide his identity, he had to remember to change into coarse clothes every time he came.But as Qin Zhao got older, her family pressed her harder and harder, and she complained more and more about the children of the so-called aristocratic family.

He never knew how to speak.

He was a little lost in thought, and his face hurt for a while, Qin Zhao pinched his left cheek: "Go, go, god! Don't you want to write about me? I can dance so well, how can I be worse than Princess Shuguo?"

His expression did not change: "Princess Shuguo has a slim figure, but you..."

Qin Zhao blushed, and chased after him, "You..."

Two figures are laughing and chasing around the plum grove, snowballs are flying around, and on the street in the distance, there is the sound of firecrackers, and the New Year is approaching.

"You are crowned as well. It's time to think about marriage. Although you are ignorant, my family's foundation is strong. It is not difficult to find a passable young lady." The wind knife and frost sword added a few deep lines on his face. The young man who was thin at the beginning has now become a young man with outstanding appearance.

He sullenly said: "I heard that you have a good reputation in Beijing these past few years. Several girls have asked me to ask a matchmaker. Although the relationship between a child and a daughter is something that cannot be put on the stage, your mother didn't have it early. I don't know how to take care of these things, if you have what you want, you can do it yourself." After he finished speaking, seeing the young man sitting behind the table without looking up, he groaned heavily and turned around with a flick of his sleeves.

After he left, the young man slowly raised his head, his handsome brows were slightly furrowed, and then relaxed after he thought of something.

……

"Just because of you, you also want to marry my Azhao? Idiots are talking about dreams!" The matchmaker stood in front of him, spitting vividly, "I have turned a blind eye to you and Azhao all these years. You are still a toad who wants to eat swan meat. Azhao will marry the young master of a wealthy family in the future. You are a poor boy with no money and no fame. What are you going to do to marry our Azhao? Get out of here as soon as possible !"

After the matchmaker finished speaking with raised eyebrows, she immediately bowed her back and rubbed her handkerchief with a poignant smile: "That's what you said, young master Mu, look..."

He sent people away expressionlessly, looking at the dusty Four Books and Five Classics in the corner of the desk, he was suddenly eager to try.

……

The examination results are released, and the city is full of spring, and the parade team winds for several miles from the palace gate.

"Mu Shangshu really gave birth to a good son, if he doesn't make a name for himself, he will be a blockbuster!"

"That's right, how many years have there been no such talents?"

"I heard that I only studied for half a year, and I got a pass once, but it is really beyond my reach..."

The residents of the shops along the road all came out to look around when they heard the sound. He was riding a bay red horse, and the closer he got, the more panicked he became.

Will she be angry?You can tell who he is by asking...

No, she doesn't know his real name yet...

Maybe there are too many people, she won't even see him...

When he passed Yuxiangzhai, his heart was beating like a drum, and he still inevitably turned his head, but he was startled.

All the way to the future, absent-minded.

At night, he knocked on the door of Yuxiangzhai himself.

It was Qin's father who answered the door. There was no domineering in the matchmaker's mouth, but only trembling flattery.

"Young Master Shangshu came to the small shop, what is your business?" He wiped his sweat, nodded and bowed his head to invite him to sit down and drink tea, but was rejected.

He clearly knew what he was here for.

Qin's father's face was pale, sweat stained the sweat towel: "Young Master Shang Shu likes my daughter, so it's my daughter's blessing, but..."

……

He rode his horse and ran home like crazy, threw down the reins, and rushed straight into Mu Jianzhang's study. The gray-bearded old man raised his head for some unknown reason.

His eyes were red: "Where is Qin Zhao?"

The old man was puzzled: "Qin Zhao?"

He almost flipped the table: "A dancing girl, was she sent to the mansion? Where did she go?!"

The old man thought for a while, and finally realized suddenly.

He said that Qin Zhao was indeed sent to the Mu Mansion along with a group of actors as a dancer three days ago.

It happened that he was not in the mansion that day, the emperor thought that he had been ill for many days, so he came to the mansion to visit him, but he became interested in Qin Zhao and brought him into the palace.

He forgot how he got out of the mansion, but unknowingly, he was outside the gate of Yuxiang Zhai again.

But this time he passed out drunk at the door, but no one would come out and help him in.

……

See you later, at the palace banquet.

I heard that Emperor Jingchu recently had a new favorite of a folk woman, she was good at dancing, she won the heart of the emperor, and she was named Jieyu.

"Why does Mu Qing only concentrate on drinking?" Emperor Jingchu sat on the head, his eyes shot at him like sharp swords.

"According to what Aiqing saw, did Qin Jieyu dance well to the song "Taping Branches just now?" He asked with a smile.

There were faint ripples in the wine glass in his hand, and he lowered his head.

"Your Majesty, forgive me, I am drunk."

He never raised his head.

"Brother is here." He made a detour to visit Axuan. The food and clothing in the palace are all very good. She looks more beautiful, but reveals a sickness for no reason.

The two sat facing each other again, but they had nothing to say.

A skinny little boy was poking his head at the door.

"Is this Jue'er?" He asked.

A Xuan showed disgust on her face: "What are you doing standing there, if you don't come to greet your uncle."

The child was afraid of being born, so he sneaked up to him and whispered, "Uncle."