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

The corner of Lu Ji's mouth twitched.

So if you are a sick person, you can't lie on the bed well, why come here to eat vinegar?

Yue Qingbo tugged at Lu Ji's sleeve and whispered, "Brother Tingzhou, who is this?"

Shen Zhiwei raised his eyebrows: "Brother Tingzhou?"

"This is Qin Guogong, Mr. Shen." He glanced at Shen Zhiwei again, "Yue Qingbo, my new girl."

Shen Zhiwei let out an "oh", with a look of contempt in his eyes, which made Lu Ji hesitate.

What kind of expression did he have? He said it was a girl, girl!

Shen Zhiwei lowered his head and smiled: "The humble minister is just a novelty, His Highness is distinguished, and it's like a child's play to recognize relatives. Anyone can take it home... Aren't you afraid that someone with a heart will take advantage of your loopholes?"

Lu Ji sneered and said, "Master Shen is justified in pointing out something, won't I just cause a big trouble at home?"

Yue Qingbo was taken aback, thinking that Lu Ji was talking about her, but following Lu Ji's gaze... he was looking at Shen Zhiwei.

Lu Ji: "Your Majesty Shen has stayed enough, why don't you go back to the Duke's mansion earlier? King Jing's mansion is small, and I'm afraid it won't be able to hold a big Buddha like you."

"Really?" Shen Zhiwei didn't take it seriously, and said with a slight smile, "I feel that the feng shui treasure of King Jing's Mansion is a good place to recuperate from illness, not to mention that when His Highness brought me back, he only asked me to stay there until I recovered from my illness. Naturally, I cannot but appreciate your kindness."

Lu Ji's forehead was throbbing with blue veins, and he secretly scolded Shen Zhiwei as a brazen old fox, and he didn't bother to care about the system's task reminders at the moment, so he dragged Yue Qingbo away, passing Shen Zhiwei who was standing there.

After Lu Ji left, Shen Zhiwei still stood there for a while.

Lin Bo sent off Doctor Chen, Fang walked around the screen wall in front of the mansion, and met Shen Zhiwei who was in single clothes, standing alone in front of the court, hurried forward and said: "Mr. Shen has not recovered from his illness, standing here in thin clothes, Be careful of catching a cold again."

"It doesn't matter," Shen Zhiwei nodded, and smiled lightly, "I just woke up at first, and I didn't have anything to do, so I went out for a walk."

"Illness disappears like spinning silk. It's not a joke. Mr. Shen should go back with this old servant."

But Shen Zhiwei didn't move: "Uncle Lin, it seems natural for you to call me that."

Lin Bo froze, looked at Shen Zhiwei with trembling eyes, suddenly choked up, raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his eyes.

He grabbed Shen Zhiwei's hand and said, "Courtesy cannot be dismissed. Now that the young master has assumed the title of title and is also in charge of the Ministry of War, it is very different. It's just that the old slave always remembers the old prince and the old country in his heart." Lord, when we killed the barbarians together in northern Xinjiang, the little father-in-law was only fourteen at that time, and he was already a brave young general, but..."

Lin Bo started sobbing, kept wiping the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and said, "This old slave has lost his composure, don't blame the young master..."

Shen Zhi lowered his eyebrows slightly, and patted his back lightly, unexpectedly, Lin Bo cried more and more fiercely.

He didn't know what Lin Bo had said.

Shen Zhiwei was born in the Duke's mansion, and the old Duke was only his only son, but he never got used to his arrogance. Shen Zhiwei's arrogance when he was young was completely wiped out by the battlefield.

At the age of 14, he went north with his father for the first time, and captured Yitu, the youngest son of the Xiongnu three times during the battle, and then defended Yansui City alone for three days. Qingyun has an only son who is brave and good at fighting.

At last, he never failed to live up to the illustrious reputation of the generals of the Duke of Qin's mansion in the past.

At that time, the Huns nicknamed him "Batur" and praised him as a warrior who was not afraid of death, but he was given the same title as the little Shan Yu Yitu today.

But today, ten years later, Dayong suffered a disastrous defeat, and Shen Qingyun died in battle. Although he was lucky enough to survive, he was lingering on his last breath. How could he regain his original dignity?

Now that he looks like this, it is better to die as soon as possible...

But no, Shen Zhiwei's eyes froze, he can't die yet.

If you want to die, you want those people to pay in blood.

Lin Bo wiped the corners of his eyes again: "Poor old lord, you left early, these years you have often been guarding the border with the lord, and this old servant has never had a chance to see you again, lord..."

He suddenly thought of something, grabbed Shen Zhiwei's hand, and said earnestly: "You don't have to take what the prince said to you yesterday, hey... I'm sorry for the old prince and concubine, The old slave is guilty..."

As he spoke, he began to cry again, Shen Zhiwei comforted him patiently, and took advantage of the situation and said, "What the hell happened to Lu... the prince?"

Lin Bo stopped crying in an instant, looked around mysteriously for a few times, then dragged Shen Zhiwei to the bedroom, and said to him: "The day the prince woke up, I asked someone to come and see, then People say that the prince is suffering from the disease of losing his soul."

Shen Zhiwei raised his eyebrows: "Soul-lost disease?"

Lin Bo leaned close to his ear, mysteriously: "The expert said that half of the prince's soul has been detained, so he can't remember the past."

Shen Zhiwei's eyes were dim.

Lin Bo watched him send him to the bedroom, but he saw a young man in a blue shirt circling in front of the door. When he saw Shen Zhiwei, he hurriedly stepped forward, and said in repeated voices: "Young master, where are you going?" Yes, let the small ones be easier to find!"

After the death of the old Duke, it stands to reason that Shen Zhiwei should have called the Duke when he became the noble, but everyone saw his appearance as a jade-faced young man, and everyone in the house had been calling him the young master for a long time. , but it can't be changed for a while.

Shen Zhiwei followed them all the time, seeing Chen San'er kept giving him winks, he turned to Lin Bo and said, "Your Majesty, does His Majesty know about this disease?"

Lin Bo grimaced: "Young master hasn't been to the court for a long time, I'm afraid I don't know it. These few days coincided with Xiaxun. The day before yesterday, Qianjiang Dao was reported to have flooded the embankment again, but there was another drought in the northwest. The other side of northern Xinjiang The Xiongnu is still uneasy, the Holy Majesty is in a state of desperation, even if he knows, he may not be able to take care of the prince for a while."

Shen Zhiwei nodded, and asked again: "What about the Queen Mother?"

Lin Bo thought for a while: "My lord only woke up a few days ago. If the palace has already received the letter, maybe they will be summoned tomorrow."

Shen Zhiwei nodded, and comforted Lin Bo a few more words, only telling him not to worry about Lu Ji, Lin Bo's eyes turned red again, and before he left, he sighed, "The prince and the young father-in-law also grew up together when they were young. , the past two days were fine, why is it like this..."

Shen Zhiwei lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up in a mocking arc.

He and Lu Ji met only a few times when they were young, so what kind of friendship can they have growing up together?

If you want to talk about childhood sweethearts, that person is more qualified than him.

Shen Zhiwei didn't know what to think of, and was in a daze for a while, before being woken up by Chen San'er.

Chen San'er rubbed her hands: "Little Grandpa, the sun is setting and it's getting cold, let's go inside."

Shen Zhiwei looked at the bright yellow stars dotted under the lavender sky, without turning around: "Have you found it?"

Lu Ji led Yue Qingbo all the way back to the courtyard where he lived, and ordered the back kitchen to cook a table of dishes and serve them up for Yue Qingbo to taste one by one.

Yue Qingbo watched the flower-like maidservants serve one dish after another. At first, he was a little afraid to eat chopsticks, but when Lu Ji picked up chopsticks for her, his eyes lit up, as if he had opened up a new world. Opening the door, throwing off the cheeks is a meal, just like the reincarnation of a starved ghost in the previous life.

Asked her, but said: "The madam in Xiefangyuan always thinks I'm not slender enough." Yue Qingbo picked up another fish with chopsticks, a little annoyed, "I want to eat less, since I went to Xiefangyuan for more than a month, Almost never had a full meal."

Lu Ji looked her around, wondering what Dayong's aesthetics for women were, but he clearly felt that Yue Qingbo's figure was just right.

When Yue Qingbo was busy eating, he saw that he was only looking at herself, blinked, and mumbled: "Brother Tingzhou, don't you want to eat?"

Lu Ji shook his head, and looked at the table in front of him with a cold face. The dishes faded out, and he really didn't have an appetite for a day.

Not to mention that the system kept ringing in his ears.

"System task: decoction, the remaining time is half an hour."

Then there was a small transparent light curtain in front of him, dancing and jumping there, Lu Ji rolled his eyes, and clicked it off very simply.

But after a while the box came out again.

Lu Ji wanted to go crazy.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of "crack", Lu Ji was startled, looked up, and saw Yue Qingbo's pale face dripping with sweat, clutching his stomach and hissing in pain, a porcelain plate was broken on the ground, and the fish meat rolled on the ground. land.

Lu Ji hurriedly got up: "What's the matter? What's wrong?"

Yue Qingbo blinked away the sweat from his eyelashes, and said angrily, "Abdominal, abdominal pain..."

Lu Ji's face darkened: "But something went wrong with the food?" He was about to call someone to get the cook, but Yue Qingbo grabbed his sleeve tightly.

"Brother Dingzhou...it's not their fault, it's me, I can't eat..."

Her voice was getting weaker, Lu Ji hurriedly picked her up, calling for the doctor repeatedly.

After all this busy work, the entire inner courtyard of the Wangfu was jumping around, and it took a while to settle down.

This time it was not the doctor Chen who came here, he was in a hurry, so he only passed on an old doctor who was at the entrance of the alley.

Yue Qingbo was lying on the bed, although his face was still a little pale, but he didn't cry anymore, he looked at the doctor sitting at the table writing the prescription with some embarrassment.

"Miss has a special constitution. If you eat osmanthus by mistake, you will suffer from abdominal cramps, rashes all over your body, and life-threatening in severe cases. Doesn't the chef know about this? Then how can you feed the drunk fish with osmanthus?"

Yue Qingbo hurriedly said: "Old man, I'm to blame for this matter... I, I was too eager to eat, so I was negligent for a while..."

The old man stroked his goatee, sighed helplessly, held up the paper with the prescription written on it by the candlelight on the table, dried the ink, and then handed it to Lu Ji: "The prince just cooks the medicine according to the prescription. , after three days, if you still don’t see anything better, come and find me again.”

Lu Ji thanked him, the old doctor packed up the medicine box, and was about to leave, Lu Ji was so frightened by Yue Qingbo, so he was naturally worried about giving the decoction to others, and wanted to go by himself, but he was struggling to control it by himself No heat.

Seeing that the old man was about to go out, Lu Ji hurriedly called to stop him, and rushed forward a few steps: "Xiao Wang doesn't understand medical knowledge, and the matter of decocting medicine may be a mistake, I wonder if the old man can go with me?"

The doctor said repeatedly, "Don't dare": "The lord has offended the grassroots. The surname of the grassroots is Song, and the single name is Qi. The lord can call the old man by his name."

Naturally, Lu Ji insisted on calling Uncle Song, and Song Qi said with a chuckle, "My lord is very concerned about the young lady. He even has to do the decoction of the medicine by himself. Naturally, this old man has no reason to refuse." He took two steps back and bowed. Then he said, "My lord, please."

Lu Ji hurriedly returned the gift, and Song Qi laughed even more happily. Only then did Lu Ji realize that he, a prince, actually gave a gift to a commoner.

Lu Ji rubbed his nose, and felt that his ancient etiquette was very problematic. He didn't know when he would change his heart as a petty citizen.

Followed Song Langzhong to grab the medicine step by step, and listened intently to the medicine stove for a long while, Lu Ji only felt that his head was dizzy from the bitter smell of medicine.

At this moment, a maid suddenly came in, and after seeing the ceremony, she poured a pack of medicinal materials into the furnace, and fanned the wind with a small fan flickeringly.

Song Langzhong, who was watching the fire, suddenly frowned: "This medicine...is not right."

Lu Ji was puzzled: "This is the medicine that you personally grasped, Uncle Song, how could it be..."

Song Qi got up abruptly, walked to the little maidservant in a few steps, opened the lid and smelled it, and immediately looked gloomy: "What a sinister thought! How can you boil Chuanqi and Scrophulariae scrophulariae together? Don't you know that the two are mutually restraining?"

When the maid heard this, she was frightened and knelt on the ground tremblingly: "I don't know, I don't know, I take the medicine according to the prescription of Imperial Physician Chen, the prince doesn't believe it, I have the prescription of Imperial Physician Chen here, The servant really doesn't know anything!"

Song Qi took the prescription and looked at it, then sneered: "Chuanqi nourishes the deficiency, and Scrophulariaceae nourishes the yang, put the two together, after a long time, the deficiency will not be replenished, the yang will stagnate, lingering on the sick bed, and eventually No healing... This is really a good way to kill people without blinking an eye!"

"What did you say?" Lu Ji's trembling voice suddenly came from behind, "Whose medicine is this?"

The maid knocked her head loudly: "This is indeed Master Shen's medicine, but the prescription was prescribed by Imperial Physician Chen. Imperial Physician Chen was the most admired imperial physician before Princess Chunli's death, and was also the prince's confidant. The decoction has been obeying the orders of the prince and the imperial physician Chen, and there is absolutely no lie!"

"This medicine is weird, I really don't know anything about it!"