Chapter 2 Cannon Fodder White Moonlight 1 March 3

In March, the grass is green and the birds are singing.

In Yuyang Alley, south of the capital, Aunt Cui, who sold sweet soup, was sweeping the floor in front of her door. Seeing Shi Chang'an from next door running past her like a gust of wind, she laughed and scolded him, as if nothing had happened. "You kid, don't look where you're going! The girl is probably still combing her hair, and you're just like you're being chased by a ghost!"

Shi Changan turned back as he ran, grinning and saying, "Auntie, please forgive my mistakes. I'll help you chop a thick bundle of firewood as an apology!"

Before he could finish his words, Shi Changan's figure disappeared around the corner. That was the direction of Qingshui Street. If he walked further north, he would see the main street.

It was early morning and there were not many people on the street. Shi Changan quickly stopped in front of a small courtyard.

This courtyard looks smaller than the courtyards on both sides, but the bluestone steps in front of the door are kept clean, and clusters of pear blossoms on the white walls are in full bloom. You can smell a faint fragrance as you approach.

Shi Chang'an placed the fully loaded backpack at his feet. It was filled with medicinal herbs that he had collected from the mountain before dawn. Crystal dewdrops were still hanging on the tender green herbs.

He let out a long breath, wiped his face, tugged at his clothes, and raised his hand to pull the copper ring on the courtyard gate, but there was no movement from the other side of the door.

After knocking a few more times, no one came to open the door. Shi Changan couldn't help scratching his head. Did Miss He and her family go out so early?

Today is the Shangsi Festival on March 3rd. Our dynasty has attached great importance to this festival since Emperor Gaozu. Therefore, the court has a day off on this day. Men, women, young and old in the city, regardless of their status, all dress up and go out to the banks of the Yujiang River outside the city to feast, play in the water, and go on an outing.

The young monk from Puji Temple on the outskirts of the city pushed open the temple door, rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked towards the foot of the mountain. Gradually, more and more people came to the riverside, and it was bustling with people, colorful silks flying, and it was a lively scene.

He yawned, retracted his envious gaze, picked up the tilted broom, and swept the dust in front of the door intermittently. He caught a glimpse of someone walking towards him.

The person who came was a frail young girl in purple, who looked to be no more than a young girl. She was carrying a bamboo basket in her hand and was walking along the rugged mountain path.

The young monk was a little puzzled. In previous years, there were always few visitors to Puji Temple during the Shangsi Festival. In addition, the mountain road was steep and difficult to walk on, and there was a danger of falling if one was not careful. Therefore, few people walked on this road.

Although there are folk rumors that if you go to Puji Temple in person and do not ride in a sedan chair or a sedan chair, your wishes will be granted, but Puji Temple is located at the feet of the emperor, and most of the pilgrims are dignitaries, and few people actually do so, so this rumor has always been just a rumor.

He put down his broom and went to meet her: "Are you here to burn incense, lady?"

The girl finally stopped in front of the mountain gate. It took her two full hours to walk the distance that would have taken half an hour by sedan chair. A layer of fine beads of sweat covered her forehead, and a faint blush appeared on her usually pale face.

She tidied up her hair and straightened her clothes, then mustered up the courage to step forward and say, "Yes, yes, young master, can I burn incense now?"

"Of course you can, please, lady donor." The little monk put his hands together and made way behind him.

The girl's eyes lit up, she patted her chest thankfully, and nodded repeatedly: "Sorry for the trouble."

The girl's name is He Li. She is sixteen years old and is from Jin. She lost her mother when she was young. Her father is a country doctor. He is a kind-hearted doctor and is highly praised by local people. It happened that the imperial court was open-minded and recruited talents. He's father was recommended by local officials to join the Hanlin Medical Academy in the capital. After several examinations, He's father passed the examinations successfully and was promoted to the seventh-rank Hanlin Medical Officer.

Therefore, in July last year, the He family moved to Beijing, and He Li moved his mother's spirit tablet to Puji Temple.

Puji Temple is quieter than anywhere else in the early morning. A few birds leap out from the thin morning light, fly through the wisps of green smoke and fly back into the forest.

He Li arranged the tributes, incense sticks and other sacrificial items one by one, knelt on the cushion with her hands clasped together. Today was the anniversary of her late mother's death, and she had specially gone out early to pay her respects.

He Li's mother passed away when she was very young, and she has always depended on her father. However, her father often had to go out for medical treatment and was not often with her.

Later, her brother came to the He family, and she finally had someone to talk to. However, as she grew older, her brother and she became more and more distant, and she became alone again.

The whole family was supposed to come together today, but...

He Li grabbed the corner of his clothes in grievance, lowered his head and couldn't help but redden his eyes.

She was the only one in the huge Buddhist temple. The Buddha statues in the hall looked down at all living beings, with their eyes slightly lowered, as if with compassion and peace.

After coming out of the Buddhist temple, He Li felt depressed and walked aimlessly along the path, stopping and starting, and unknowingly walked to the release pond in front of the mountain gate.

She avoided the noisy crowd and found an inconspicuous willow tree to lean against quietly, watching the pilgrims put carp into the pond one by one. Unconsciously, the melancholy in her heart dissipated a lot.

Suddenly, there was a noise not far away. He Li brushed away the willow branches in front of him and looked over carefully.

I saw a group of people coming towards this side in a mighty manner, surrounded by a girl in yellow clothes with an unhappy look on her face. They seemed to be looking for someone and looked ferocious. The girl was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had jingling jewelry, and it was obvious at a glance that she was of noble status.

He Li, who had always been timid and fearful, quickly withdrew his gaze, picked up the incense basket and prepared to go home.

But for some reason, the crowd by the pool suddenly became agitated, and more and more people rushed to the pool. He Li was so scared that he retreated again and again.

In a panic, He Li caught a glimpse of the girl in yellow being pushed closer and closer to the edge of the pool and was about to fall in.

Without thinking too much, He Li stepped forward and grabbed the girl's hand tightly, but he accidentally bumped into the rocks beside the pool. He felt a sharp pain in his knees and his legs could no longer support him. He and the girl were about to fall into the pool.

This was the situation when Ali opened his eyes.

Although the early spring sunshine was warm, the breeze still carried a chill. Seeing the surface of the pond getting closer and closer, Ali turned his feet and forcibly stopped the force of his fall.

"Ah——" A girl's terrified scream came from the side.

Ali felt a sharp pain in his ankle, and both of them fell into the water.

The noisy crowd was attracted by the two loud sounds of falling into the water and forgot what to do for a moment. The servants of the girl in yellow then found an opportunity and rushed to the shore.

"Miss!"

"Miss! Someone come, my young lady fell into the water!"

"Someone come quickly!"

The people around them recognized the badges on their waists and knew they were servants of the Duke of Fuguo's Mansion, so they quickly made way for them.

The water in the release pond was icy cold. Ali floated up from the water, her injured legs trembling uncontrollably. Fortunately, she was not far from the shore. She turned around and fished out the unconscious girl, then swam towards the shore with gritted teeth.

The servants of the Prince of Fuguo's Mansion were so frightened when they saw this that they hurriedly pulled the two men ashore.

Seeing that the girl in yellow had her eyes tightly closed and her face was pale, the maids and servants burst into a series of howls: "Miss! Wake up! Go call the host and get the imperial physician!"

"Miss! Miss!"

There was chaos by the pool again.

Ali, who had a headache from the noise, wiped the water dripping from his forehead, fell to the side exhausted, and moved his body with difficulty to stand up, but he couldn't move.

it hurts.

Somehow, in such a noisy environment, the drowsy Ali actually caught a very familiar voice.

Following the voice, Ali's eyes, which had become dull due to blood loss, saw a gentle and handsome face.

The man was wearing a white robe with dark gold patterns and had deep eyes. Even in such a panicked situation, he still looked noble and pure.

He was the male supporting character in the storybook. Ali had seen him in his original body's memory.

The system said that the name of this storybook is "Xiao Yao" and the story unfolds from the perspective of the heroine Xiao Shuangjue.

Xiao Shuangjue is the daughter of the leader of the "Night Walk Pavilion", the number one killer organization in the martial arts world. She has been spoiled since childhood and is self-centered. She was taught martial arts by the leader himself, so she rarely meets rivals in the martial arts world and is always arrogant.

However, when she was carrying out a mission assigned by the Pavilion Master himself, she fell in love with a man whom she should have killed without hesitation. That man was the male protagonist He Zhiyan.

He Zhiyan was originally a top killer of Yexingge. After completing an assassination mission five years ago, he disappeared.

The Yexing Pavilion suspected that he had betrayed the pavilion and fled, so they sent out several elite soldiers to search for him, but they all returned empty-handed.

A few years later, the spies of Yexing Pavilion finally discovered his whereabouts. The Pavilion Master immediately ordered Xiao Shuangjue to go to the capital in person to kill him.

Unexpectedly, the two of them became acquainted after a fight. After several life-and-death experiences, Xiao Shuangjue couldn't help but fall in love with He Zhiyan. She couldn't kill him anymore, so she could only keep her relationship with He Zhiyan a secret from her mother.

With Xiao Shuangjue's life and death by his side, He Zhiyan finally let go of his obsession with Bai Yueguang. After calming down the chaos in the capital, the two returned to Yexing Pavilion hand in hand.

A few years later, the Pavilion Master passed away. He Zhiyan and Xiao Shuangjue dismissed everyone in the Pavilion, retired into the martial arts world, and lived out the rest of their lives in peace and contentment.

The He Li that A Li is currently possessed by is the younger sister of the male protagonist He Zhiyan, and also the white moonlight in his heart.

But He Zhiyan is actually not He Li's biological brother. He was picked up by He's father and brought back to the He family when he was seriously injured. The father and daughter took good care of him and he recovered. Even though He Zhiyan lost all his memories when he woke up, the father and daughter still treated him like a family member.

However, the He family suffered a devastating disaster and their family was destroyed.

He Li was only briefly described in the book. Not long after Xiao Shuangjue found He Zhiyan, He Li died mysteriously in her husband's home, and He Zhiyan's unspoken feelings came to an abrupt end.

From then on, He Zhiyan was determined to find out the truth about his sister's death and avenge her.

It is against this background that the hero and heroine go through life and death several times and begin the subsequent story.

The system only gave Ali the general outline of the plot and part of He Li's memory. Ali had to find the rest of the plot himself after entering the storybook. The closer the time, the clearer the memory would be.

Ah Li recalled the entire book's description of He Li, but could only barely sketch out a very faint shadow in his mind:

She is too gentle and too weak, and only knows how to rely on others. She is like a trembling flower blooming on the edge of a cliff. From her appearance to her accidental death, it seems that she is paving the way for the love between the hero and heroine. It is really unremarkable.

According to the system, these women called "White Moonlight" were created by people in its world, but as more and more situations of unattainability, betrayal, forgetfulness, and even death happened to them, these women gradually developed a consciousness of resistance.

In order to help them, the "White Moonlight System" came into being. By selecting different people and issuing tasks, the fate of the "White Moonlights" could be rewritten.

In the book, He Li was not so lucky. She accidentally fell into the water and was rescued in public by the man in front of her, who was the male supporting role mentioned by the system. The story spread like wildfire in the capital.

Fortunately, the male supporting role did not care about these things. After the storm subsided a little, he came to propose marriage in person and was willing to marry her as his wife.

After a few interactions, He Li was gradually moved by the male supporting character's gentleness and thoughtfulness and fell in love with him.

But how could the Prime Minister's Mansion allow the daughter of a vulgar and ignorant minor official to marry him?

In order to be a good match for her male counterpart, He Li studies poetry, books and etiquette desperately, hoping to integrate into the circle of power and nobility in the capital, but the result is predictable.

The wounds on his body were becoming more and more painful, and the dizziness from the blood loss and pain made Ali want to close his eyes and fall asleep.

She clenched her uninjured hand, digging her nails deep into her palm, and her vision finally became clearer.

Pei Miao was the son of the prime minister of the time.

Ali rolled these words over in his mind, and his gaze fell on the man again, inadvertently meeting his eyes.

Pei Miao seemed to have not expected that Ali would look at him, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Seeing Ali falling to the side with a weak breath, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, the blood on his body and the white on his face intertwined together, it was extremely shocking.

He took a step forward, lifted his robe, knelt down, and said softly, "I'm sorry." He wanted to pick her up.

The surroundings were filled with noise and everyone's eyes were on the young lady of the Prince of Fuguo's Mansion, but he chose to walk towards her, just like what was written in the storybook.

"He Li had never been looked at so tenderly and caringly before. It seemed as if she was the only one in his eyes."

Her future husband.