Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

At the beginning of July, Meng Zezhi set off from Raozhou Prefecture and rushed to Nanchang Prefecture to take the test in Nanchang Prefecture. It was fellow scholar Lu Daoyi who went with him.

Lu Daoyi is a native of Raozhou Prefecture, and his family background is equally good. His grandfather is Lu Zengxiang, the chief ambassador of Huguang City.

As for his father, because of his interest, he now only finds an official vacancy in the Weihe branch under the name of Qingjiang Shipyard.

The two met at a literary meeting and learned of Meng Zezhi's identity. Lu Daoyi made friends with each other intentionally. As the saying goes, reaching out and not hitting the smiley person, Meng Zezhi had no intention of resigning, and the two came and went together.

Halfway through the ship, we ran into many turning ships. Upon asking, I realized that it turned out to be a storm ahead. The experienced crew member said that it would take a whole night to see the rain.

The shipmaster heard this, and to ensure safety, he discussed with the ship passengers to stop at the Jinxian County Wharf ahead for one night and leave early tomorrow morning.

It happened that the big guy had been on the boat for two days and was feeling bored. It would be better to take this opportunity to get out and get some air, so after hearing what the ship master said, they all agreed.

Unexpectedly, hundreds of brilliantly illuminated and extravagant flower boats surrounded the pier tightly.

Seeing this scene, all the boat passengers present were refreshed, but the ship master was worried. There was no alternative, he had to find a more remote place to park the boat.

As soon as the boat drew ashore, the passengers on the boat rushed to the pier in groups of five and six.

"Brother Yunzhong." Lu Dao knocked on the door violently.

Yunzhong is Meng Zezhi's word.

Meng Zezhi was reading the reply letter written by Xiao, and the letter was nothing more than words of congratulation and concern.

Calculating the time, Zhao Yijing should have disappeared by this time, but Xiao Clan didn't mention it in the letter, probably because he didn't want to be distracted.

"I've already inquired clearly. The front pier is holding the Oiran contest once every three years. It is said that the entire Jiangxi flower boat is here." Lu Dao said with a twinkle in his eyes, and said with excitement, "Brother Yunzhong, or, Shall we go to see the excitement at night?"

Lu Dao’s family is very strict. Where did he come into contact with these on weekdays, and he endured more than ten years of blue lantern ink scrolls. At this moment, he finally went out far away. Without the supervision of his family, he was like a wild horse running away. , I want to try everything.

"Don't," Meng Zezhi was insensitive to this, and he kindly persuaded: "The township examination is important, brother Yucai..."

"I know all this, Brother Yunzhong, relying on your and my strength, do you have to worry about these?" Lu Daoyi interrupted him: "What's more, I just go and have a look. The big deal is not to stay overnight."

Meng Zezhi didn't take it seriously. When he really got to that place, he had a glass of wine and he couldn't help it in which direction things would go.

He wanted to persuade him again, but Lu Daoyi couldn't help but said, "That's it!"

After speaking, Lu Dao turned around and walked halfway, as if thinking of something. He took out two thin books from his arms, folded them back, and winked at Meng Zezhi: "Brother Yunzhong, I bought this on the way back, good stuff, share it with you, don’t thank me."

With that, he thrust the book into Meng Zezhi's arms and left.

Meng Zezhi picked up the book and looked at it. The four characters Pinhuabaojian were written on the cover.

He turned it around and saw a picture of a well-dressed old man lying on a naked young man.

Meng Zezhi was short of breath, closed the book with a snap, and coughed uncomfortably, covering his mouth, holding the book, not throwing it away, or continuing to read it.

After thinking about it a little bit, he casually stuffed the book under the pile of books on his right hand, then grabbed a copy of "Mencius" and flipped it through, only then barely stabilized his mind.

About half an hour later, Lu Daoyi sent someone to say that he had eaten his stomach and couldn't go to the Oiran meeting at night.

Meng Zezhi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This way, he saved a lot of his heart.

Just mentioning it, he couldn't help but think of the scene he had just seen, and instantly lost the mood to read.

His eyes fell on the pile of books on his right, and his young body was about to move...

I don't know how long it took, and there was a loud noise outside the window.

"Open the door, open the door!"

"What are you doing?"

"Search one by one, that guy is injured, he must not run far—"

…

Meng Zezhi didn't hear anything outside the window. He panted roughly and stared at the book in his hand tightly. He was obviously panicked, but he always felt that something was missing and he couldn't let it out.

At this moment, I only heard a bang and the window closed.

Meng Zezhi's heart is tight: "What -" person.

Before he could finish speaking, the next moment a masked man in black suddenly pressed on him, covered his mouth with one hand, and said sharply: "Don't speak."

The familiar breath came to his face, and a touch of ecstasy surged in his heart, and Meng Zezhi couldn't help nodding his head, a real second stunner.

Xu Shi's gaze was too explicit, as if he was being stared at by a hungry wolf. Lu Centrifugal jumped. For the first time in his life, there was a lingering emotion in his heart, lingering and unpredictable. through.

He looked away for no reason, but he did not expect his gaze was falling on the "Pin Hua Bao Jian" which fell on the pillow by mistake. What caught the eye was a young man lying on another young man, lower body. The tightly combined scene is no different from the current posture of him and Meng Zezhi.

He tightened his spine abruptly, concentrated, and then found that his thigh was touching something, thick, long, and harder.

Lu Li's expression changed.

In his eyes, Meng Zezhi saw a ghostly messenger. He thought of Zhu Zhengqing, who secretly hid his small video on his phone in his first life. As the Adam's apple was scrolling up and down, he reached out to pull the mask on Lu Li's face.

Reflexively, Lu Li clasped the hand that was trying to make a mess.

Meng Zezhi frowned slightly and shouted vaguely: "Pain!"

The flame that had just burst out of Lu Qiqi's head went out in an instant, he subconsciously let go of his hand, but after realizing his actions, a flash of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Outside the house, the sound of vigorously beating the door and the noisy footsteps were getting closer.

Meng Zezhi reached out and grabbed the hands of the people on his body, asked him to let go of his mouth, and then asked, "Those people outside are here to catch you?"

Lu Li reacted and drew the hand held by Meng Zezhi. He didn't twitch, he couldn't even think of struggling at all, but hesitantly nodded.

Meng Zezhi squinted his eyes, rubbed the calluses on Luli's palm with the thumb of his thumb, and said, "How about a deal between us?"

"What's the deal?" Lu Li's heart fell so badly, something was wrong, it was too wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Meng Zezhi clasped his waist, grabbed the other hands and slowly touched it down. He said, "I will help you get rid of the hunt, and you will rub it for me."

When he said this, his eyes glowed and he breathed heavily, like a disciple.

The blue veins on Lu Li's forehead were straight, his eyes sharp, as if he was about to kill Meng Ze in his palm next moment.

Upon seeing this, Meng Zezhi immediately let go of Lu Li's hand, lowered his head, and coaxed: "Don't be goodbye, kidding, kidding..."

Xu Shi Meng Zezhi's tone was too pampering, and Lu Li was stunned.

At this moment, there was a rush of clapping on the door.

"Open the door, open the door—"

Lu Li tightened his spine suddenly.

Immediately after Hong Wu's voice rang, "This is the residence of the Ninth Young Master of Song Guogong's Mansion. I see who dares to be presumptuous."

As he said, there was a sound of sword unsheathing.

"Don't worry." Meng Zezhi soothed: "Watch me send them away."

As he said, he exerted a little force, picked up Lu Li and put it aside, took the quilt to cover him, put down the bed net, got up and got out of bed.

"What's the matter?" Meng Zezhi pinched the decision while walking outside.

The door opened, and two groups of people on the corridor were struggling.

"Young Master." Hong Wuhu stood in front of the door, turned his head and nodded slightly, staring closely at the group of Tsing Yi thugs on the opposite side.

Sensitively aware of the blood evil spirit on Hong Wu and others, knowing that it was a hard stubble, the middle-aged man headed immediately put away the fierce expression on his face, holding a knife and arching his hands: "I have seen the son."

"Yeah." Meng Ze knew whether it was salty or indifferent, and asked again: "What's the matter?"

The middle-aged man said immediately: "If you return to the son, my master lost a very important thing. The culprit disappeared after he fled to this ship. I hope the son can make it easier."

"Thief?" Meng Zezhi frowned slightly: "I wonder who your master is?"

"This—" The middle-aged man hesitated, obviously he didn't want to reveal his master's name.

Meng Zezhi disagreed: "Okay, I don't make it difficult for you."

As he said, he turned his body sideways: "You can search, but don't be offensive to the lady in my bed."

Hearing this, Hong Wu and the others on the side didn't change their faces, they only put away their swords in their hands, and stepped aside.

"Thank you, son-in-law." The middle-aged man felt relieved, then he waved his hand and rushed into the room with someone.

Several Tsing Yi thugs carefully searched the closet and the bed and other places where people could hide, and finally whispered back: "Boss, no."

The middle-aged man sniffed carefully and made sure that there was no **** smell in the air, then he was relieved.

"go."

At the end, he said to Meng Zezhi: "Please forgive me for the trouble."

When they were far away, Hong Wu leaned forward, and his eyes fell on the bed tent behind Meng Zezhi: "The son?"

"Don't worry, I know that person." Meng Zezhi said, "Do you have any Jinchuang medicine?"

Only then did Hong Wu relax: "Yes, I will get it now."

"By the way, find another clean dress, just your body shape."

"Yes."

When Hongwu came back with the gold sore medicine and clothes, he ordered Zhiqin to send a pot of hot water. Meng Zezhi closed the door and opened the bed tent to see that he had passed out.

Waiting for him to treat the wound on his lower abdomen for two quarters of an hour, Meng Zezhi reached out his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a random shower, climbed onto the bed and kissed Luli’s forehead, and closed it contentedly. eye.

The author has something to say:

Meng Zezhi: I was caught for the first time in my life...the night festival is not guaranteed!

Lu Daoyi: I am even more miserable. I am obviously an upright and good young man, just to give you a little yellow book, I have become a lustful prostitute.