Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

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Looking at the account book in his hand, Emperor Guangde slapped his palm on the table, angrily attacking his heart, he coughed violently while covering his mouth.

The great **** Tao An, who was waiting to the side, saw him and quickly stepped forward to relieve his back: "Long live the dragon body!"

"I think that the dragon body is important, I think these evil barriers are eager to **** me off." Emperor Guangde was discouraged.

His dear son (the second prince) had fornicated the important court officials to embezzle taxes and silver. In order to avoid people's attention, he even went to the flower boat to write off the accounts. In order to fight for power and gain, he even scorned the country's foundation and planted the prince to leak the exam questions. Thinking back to the dozen or so officials involved in the case who had been beheaded at the Meridian Gate for eighteen years, Emperor Guangde couldn't help but closed his eyes.

And his favorite prince, in order to avenge the second prince, he did not hesitate to collude with Tatar and torture Zhongliang, so that Zhao Yijing is still alive and dead.

Thinking of this, Emperor Guangde couldn't help but feel chills. He looked tired and waved his hand: "Okay, go back."

"Yes." Lu Li, who was crawling on the ground, retreated respectfully.

"Long live." The great **** Tao An immediately offered a cup of tea to Emperor Guangde.

Emperor Guangde took the tea cup, but did not have the desire to drink it. He muttered: "Tao An, do you think that after a hundred years, who should I pass this country to?"

Tao An didn't speak, but waited quietly.

...

At the end of August, the township test was released, and Meng Zezhi was named Jieyuan as he wished.

I met the room teacher who recommended the paper and the teacher who took the exam, and got twenty taels of silver from the water and land archway. Saying goodbye to all the candidates in the same year (candidates admitted on the same list), Meng Zezhi officially embarked on the journey back to Beijing.

It was mid-November when I arrived in the capital. There was little snow in the sky, and Xiao personally took people to the city gate to pick him up.

After stepping out of the carriage, Meng Zezhi saw Xiao Clan, who was much less clear than what he had imagined. With red eyes, Meng Zezhi walked quickly to her, fluttered his robe, and knelt down with a plop: "Mother, my son is back."

"Just come back, just come back." The Xiao family hugged Meng Zezhi with tears in her eyes. She pulled the person up and looked up and down: "It's taller and thinner..."

Xu Shi touched the scene and fell in love, tears falling down her eyes.

"Mother," Meng Zezhi had been mentally prepared for a long time, and he looked at a loss: "What's wrong with you, mother?"

Xiao Clan choked and said, "An'er, your eldest brother and your eldest brother are missing."

"Big brother?" Meng Zezhi had a look on his face, and he said secretly, as expected, he quickly asked, "Big brother, what's wrong with him?"

"Four months ago..." Xiao Clan squatted and recounted the ins and outs of the matter.

A surprise flashed in Meng Zezhi's eyes, but after the surprise, he was full of hesitation. In the end, only distress was left. He lifted up the Xiao and said with comfort: "Mother, you must know that if there is no bad news, it is the best news. Big Brother Jiren If you have a natural state, there will be nothing wrong, mother, don't worry."

Madam Zheng also quickly said: "Yes, madam, good things are rewarded. You have done so many good deeds on weekdays. God will surely bless your son to be safe and sound."

Hearing what the two said, Xiao Shi slowly closed his tears.

Then I heard Grandma Zheng say: "Madam, it's so cold this day, do you think we should go back to the house first?"

Only then did the Xiao Clan react: "Yes, right, right, return to the mansion, return to the mansion!"

She took Meng Zezhi's hand: "My mother prepared your favorite steamed chinchilla for you. You have suffered for more than a year after going out!"

Meng Zezhi looked helpless: "Mother, there is nothing..."

He knows better than anyone what Xiao's words are true and what they are meant to be shown to those who are interested.

As Zhao Yijing's life or death was unclear, the whole Guogong Mansion was cast in an atmosphere of half-truth and sorrow. Therefore, this time when Meng Zezhi returned with honour, the Xiao family did not intend to do anything for him, but only symbolically rewarded the month of the next month of the Guogong Mansion.

Upon learning of this, Song Guogong Zhao Lingwu, who came back from the next dynasty, sighed in his heart. Xiao has always been a good mother and wife, but he is not a good husband.

Thinking of this, he ordered: "Sihai, go to my private library and get a box of original calligraphy and paintings, two boxes of antiques, and two hundred taels of gold to send to Lao Jiu."

What Zhao Lingwu lacks most is these things. He marched and fought for decades, the default rules on the battlefield, 60% of the seized spoils went to the national treasury, two parts to the soldiers, and the remaining 20% ​​belonged to the coach, let alone. Those treasures that were secretly hidden are gone.

The things he took home over the years were less than a hundred cars. Except for a small part of them returned to the public school, the rest were kept in his private vault except for the ones that went out during the festival.

He has no impression of Meng Zezhi, but since this son is arguing for him, he always has to say whether he is wrong.

"Duke Guo?" Qiao Renyuan stood up and bowed back.

"Huh?" Zhao Lingwu turned his head and took a look. Only then did he remember that Ma Sihai, who had been with him for more than ten years, had already gone ill from an emergency the year before. Thinking that he had been away from the capital for only five years, the mansion was nothing but wrongs.

He sighed and said, "Then you go and do it."

"Yes." Qiao Ren said far away.

As he was talking, the young man came to report: "Master Guo, Jiu Gongzi invites you to peace."

Zhao Lingwu's mood is a little better: "Call in."

As soon as he entered the door, Meng Zezhi respectfully knelt down to Zhao Lingwu: "The son pays homage to the father, please send greetings to the father."

"Good, good." Zhao Lingwu personally helped him up.

Noting the almost unbearable excitement and admiration on Meng Zezhi’s face, and looking at his attitude, Zhao Lingwu’s satisfaction with him suddenly increased from five to eight. He patted Meng. Zezhi's shoulder, smiled and said: "As expected, it is my son of Zhao Lingwu, who has won four yuan, but he gives me a long face."

"Father is absurd," Meng Zezhi was even more excited on the face: "Compared to my father, who is brave and good at fighting, defeating Tatar on the battlefield, and boosting my national prestige."

"This is different..."

The two of you came and I praised each other a few times. Finally, Zhao Lingwu nodded in satisfaction, and exhorted: "Of course, although you are a great rider in the imperial examination, you are just now in your official career. In the beginning, don't be too arrogant at this time, you know?"

After the election in the township examination, in principle, Meng Zezhi has obtained the qualification to elect an official, which means that he has entered the official career with one foot.

"Follow my father's teachings." Meng Zezhi reluctantly suppressed the excitement from below, and replied respectfully.

"Okay, it's getting late. Let's have dinner here."

"Yes."

"Come on, try the ginseng black bone chicken soup that I personally stewed." The Xiao clan served Zhao Lingwu and Meng Zezhi a bowl.

Zhao Lingwu took it happily. Since his class teacher returned to the court, the soup and water in the house have not been cut off. He originally didn't like to eat these, but after using Xiao's stew for two months, he has suffered from a dark illness in his body. Everything got better, and after this, a bowl of soup before meals became his habit.

"It's delicious." Meng Zezhi finished the bowl after two blows.

"Drink an extra bowl if you like." As he said, Xiao stretched out his hand to get his bowl.

"Mother, I'll do it myself."

...

Seeing the filial piety of Xiao Clan and Meng Ze Zhimother, Zhao Lingwu sighed again. Because he had a guilty conscience before, lest the Xiao Clan could see something, so he kept avoiding the Xiao Clan and Zhao Yijing contact, over time, even if it was their mother and son. The two sat together by accident, and it was mostly because of Xiao's favor and Zhao Yijing's cramps.

This was the first time he saw Xiao smile so happy, as if temporarily forgetting the sadness and sadness brought to her by Zhao Yijing's disappearance, and he became more guilty in his heart.

If Jing'er really can't come back...

Thinking of this, Zhao Lingwu became more firm in his ideas.

After dinner, Meng Zezhi was about to retire, Zhao Lingwu stopped him, then he turned his head to look at Xiao, and said, "I have something to discuss with you."

Xiao Clan quietly concealed the dark light in his eyes: "Please tell me."

"I want to adopt An'er under your name, and it can be regarded as giving him a serious identity." Zhao Lingwu said.

This was not because he was on a whim, but after learning that Meng Zezhi had solved the Yuan in the test, he had this idea.

That's Jiangxi's Jieyuan.

Thinking about the brilliant record of Jiangxi Juzi in the palace examinations over the past few years, it is almost certain that as long as there is no accident, Meng Zezhi has a 70% hope to win the Huiyuan (first place) in the examination. At that time, in order to demonstrate the Wenzhi martial arts of the Guangde dynasty, as long as Meng Zezhi's performance in the palace examination is not too bad, the court must be the icing on the cake, and he will be the champion.

Three elements exist in the world, but six elements do not exist in the world.

Regardless of whether it is for Meng Zezhi or the court's face, in short, the Guogong Mansion must not give a **** six yuan.

This is one of them. The most important thing is that Zhao Yijing has been missing for more than four months, and all the people who can be sent have been sent out to find it. So far, no news has come back.

As the head of the family, he can't be immersed in grief all day long like the Xiao family, and more importantly, he has to think about the future of the government.

He thought about it, if something happened to Zhao Yijing, there is only one Meng Zezhi who can get it right now.

Xiao Clan obviously thought of this too. She concealed the sadness on her face, flushed her eyes, and said with satisfaction: "This is great, it's not in vain to call me my mother for so many years."

Meng Zezhi was overjoyed and said excitedly: "Thank you father and mother."