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

She smiled and patted his head, but Axuan quickly drove him off very impatiently.

"Useless things." She leaned on the couch and complained.

"Stupid as a pig, I don't know how to please His Majesty."

He was silent for a while, preparing to leave.

Ah Xuan stopped him.

"This is what Qin Jieyu asked me to give to you, brother." The hand painted with big red Kodan took a brocade box and handed it to him, with a look of inquiry for no reason.

Make him unhappy.And a little lost.

He opened it, and inside were three lily cakes.

After a long while, he picked up a piece, took a bite, his face froze, and after a long while, he slowly smiled.

"Why is it sour? Did you let it go bad?"

Mu Xuan looked at her with neither sadness nor joy.But he couldn't laugh anymore, turned around and left the palace as if fleeing.

If so, there is nothing wrong with it.

He thought so many drunken nights.

As long as the emperor treats her well, that's enough.

He had no choice but to dawdle in the bureaucracy, and his short-lived praise quickly turned into a sigh of not seeking to make progress again.Until one day, Ah Xuan held a yellowed and brittle book and threw herself at his lap, crying bitterly.

She said that Qin Zhao died, died of the queen's jealousy, and died of poison.

"Brother, help me, I don't want to live like this anymore, I have nowhere to stand..." Mu Xuan looked distressed.

He tried to pick up the old book, but the cover shattered when he touched it.

He suddenly vomited blood, and Mu Xuan helped him down in a panic, just like that night many years ago.

But everything is no longer the same.

Since you took her away, why did you ignore her?

It's your fault that you can't take care of her.

You also let her die in the palace, that's... damn you.

"Damn you...Ji Mingyi." His eyes were red, and his whole person was like the yellowed "Swordsman of the Prodigal Son", old and fragile, and it would hurt his heart if he touched it lightly.

He has nothing to lose, whether it is the dream of his youth, or the girl on his heart in the long years to come.

Until today, many years later, he suddenly understood that this incident was not anyone's fault.

Everything will happen.

But in the end missed.

Suddenly there was a tearing pain in his chest, which pulled his thoughts back to the noisy and noisy Yilan Hall, where the camellias in the drizzle and the fragrant plum forest disappeared.

He tried his best to gather his strength and called Lu Ji.

The person who was comforting Yue Qingbo was obviously taken aback, and the people around him were also stunned. No one would have expected that he would call Lu Ji's name at this time.

Lu Ji just paused, then walked towards this side, Shen Zhi frowned slightly, tried to stop him but failed, so he followed behind.

"Mu Xiang, do you... have any unfulfilled wishes? Apart from killing the emperor, I can help you realize it." Lu Ji squatted beside him, scratching his head, with a trace of pity and sigh in his expression.

He couldn't help smiling, more blood gushed out immediately, and the passing of life accelerated.

"How was that script written?"

Lu Ji froze for a moment, apparently not understanding what he said.

"The princess who considers herself the most beautiful woman in the world met King Jing and was overwhelmed by his appearance. She fell in love at first sight and fell in love when she saw her again. Later, because of her shame, she shaved her hair and became a nun. King Jing's hair turned white all night..." He coughed as he spoke, the corners of his lips twitching. laugh.

Lu Ji's complexion was very complicated, and Shen Zhiwei who was at the side was also taken aback, as if he also remembered that there was a time last year when the portrait of King Jing was popular in the capital.

"Very good." Lu Ji looked very serious, "Really."

Mu Heng smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

His body seemed to become as light as cotton, and gradually flew into the sky, the bright yellow moon and snow-white clouds passed by, the wind floated the corners of his clothes and hair, he forgot everything, faster and faster, just like how many The boy from years ago, with "The Prodigal Son Swordsman" in his pocket, was in a hurry to go to a late appointment.

The clouds were floating, the magpies were flying, and in the clouds that suddenly dispersed, he suddenly called out a familiar name.

"Azhao!"

The girl in the white dress turned around and smiled, just like back then.

……

The sky is already pale, and Yong Jingcheng, who didn't know it at all, is about to wake up.

Everyone still stayed where they were with solemn expressions.

Lu Ji watched Mu Heng slowly lose his breath, feeling a little sad for a moment.

After all, it was the king villain who had flourished for a while in the original book, and now he died so lightly in front of him, it always made him feel unreal.

And he didn't expect that the popular script was actually written by Mu Heng.

It seems that the system has many things that are not true.

A figure pushed aside the crowd belatedly, rushed up, stared at Mu Heng for a moment, knelt down slowly, and murmured: "Uncle..."

Mu Xuan embraced Mu Heng's corpse, motionless as if she had lost her soul.

Lu Ji sighed, couldn't bear to look any further, and stood up.

Although this coercion was strictly controlled within the Forbidden Court, and there was little disturbance in the entire Yongjing City, it finally made everything different.

The ruined palace needs to be rested, and the dead palace people need to be paid for. Mu Heng's body can still be buried in his hometown. It is said that it is the emperor's intention, but no one has seen the emperor for a long time.

He only went to the court once on the second day after the turmoil subsided, and made Ji Rongheng, who had made great contributions to saving him, the king of Qi.

Gradually into the cold winter, a desolate.

On the fourth day of the first winter month, the first snow fell in Yongjing City.

Goose feathers and heavy snow fell one after another. In front of the emperor's bedroom, the palace servants stood with their heads bowed, and thick snow fell on their coats and hats.

In the bright bedroom, miserable howls could be heard from time to time, but they remained motionless as if they didn't notice it.

Soon, the howling stopped temporarily.The door of the palace creaked, a purple fox fur brushed against the high threshold, brocade boots stepped on the thick soft felt in front of the palace, and the palace guards on both sides immediately bowed down: "Master Shangshu."

Dressed in a cyan fox fur, she stepped out of the threshold, and the palace servants who turned on the lamps followed behind. In the warm yellow halo, every single snowflake appeared, and a few flakes floated into the lantern, melting quietly.

Wen Jingyu nodded slightly, and walked into the heavy snow with Fang Youya.The palace people behind him hurriedly set up paper umbrellas, following suit.

The lantern can only illuminate a few steps in front of him, and further ahead, there is still a way to come, gradually turning into a dark line.

"How long can he last?" Fang Youya asked suddenly.

Wen Jingyu sighed: "The dementor incense is a forbidden drug. People who are used to this incense can't leave it for a moment. He has been poisoned for too long and can't get rid of it. But if he continues to use it, he will only become weaker and weaker. According to the doctor's words , at most a year."

Fang Youya sighed a little, and asked after a while, "How is Concubine De going?"

"After recruiting everything, he went crazy, and now he stays behind closed doors in Yilan Hall, not even seeing King Wei."

Fang Youya stopped suddenly, looked at the person beside him, Wen Jingyu didn't understand, so he asked, "What's the matter?"

Fang Youya smiled suddenly: "It's nothing, it's just a feeling. The Minister of the Ministry of Officials was originally the place where Mu Heng started his family, and he has been temporarily serving as the Minister since he became a prime minister. When you were in the prison of Dali Temple half a year ago, did you ever think that one day you would be a minister?" Will inherit his mantle?"

Wen Jingyu was startled, then lowered his head and smiled, his brows and eyes were warm, and his temperament was peaceful, but he was no longer the shy and timid scholar of Gongyuan in the past.

"It's just that your majesty's dragon body is getting weaker and weaker, and the matter of the crown prince is still pending. Now only two sons have princes. Although King Wei has been crowned king for a long time, he has lost the backing of Mu Xiang, and his mother and concubine are not favored. It is the king's meritorious service." King Qi seems to be even better now." He looked at Wen Jingyu cautiously, "What do you think, Mr. Wen?"

Wen Jingyu was silent for a while, avoided answering, and walked forward.

Through the heavy snow, Fang Youya said in a rambling voice: "I still say the same thing, cooperate for a while, I only hope that you, Mr. Wen, will never make mistakes."

"It should be so." Wen Jingyu didn't turn his head, but replied softly, his figure gradually disappearing in the wind and snow.