Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

The matter is so settled.

That night, Zhao Lingwu wrote a letter for Qiao Renyuan to send to his hometown in Jiangxi, asking the patriarch of the Zhao clan to help change the name of Meng Zezhi on the genealogy to the name of Xiao. In this way, it can be regarded as a clear way for Meng Zezhi's identity.

The next day, Meng Zezhi woke up early on purpose and prepared to visit Xiao Deren with the prepared earthenware.

When passing by the garden, I met a group of craftsmen, carrying things in and out.

Meng Zezhi asked smoothly: "What's the matter?"

"If you go back to the son of the Lord, the former son of the Lord of the Kingdom returned to the court and handed over half of the military power due to illness. When he was happy, he rewarded the man next door to the Lord of the Lord. It is being rebuilt at the moment. I heard about it. There will be five more yards here, and the young ladies in our house will no longer have to squeeze in one yard in the future." Ji Liang replied.

"The house next door," Meng Zezhi was taken aback: "I remember that it was not the residence of Mr. Gan Zhengfu, the left servant of the Hubu Zuo?"

"You remember correctly, he moved away, and Long live has rewarded him with another big house."

"Oh." Meng Zezhi didn't care.

When I arrived at the Xiao’s house, there was another compliment and exhortation. Mrs. Xiao even joked that if her little daughter hadn’t talked about marriage with Zhao Yijing, she really wanted to kiss her and give her little daughter to Meng Zezhi. .

This was a joke, but I couldn't take it seriously, but I didn't know how it got into Xiao's ears and made her feel heartbroken.

After studying so hard for more than a month, it finally came to the New Year's Day.

Let go of firecrackers, eat New Year’s Eve dinner, drink plum wine, pay New Year’s greetings, watch the New Year...

On the first day of the new year, as usual, an ancestral hall will be opened to worship the ancestors.

Seeing Zhao Lingwu called Meng Zezhi into the ancestral hall, the face of Yi Ganyi's wife waiting outside the door changed directly.

"Unexpectedly, my father actually recognized that **** as a prostitute!"

As soon as he returned to the newly moved Zhong Yunxuan, Zhao Yikang could no longer restrain his anger. With a wave of his hand, he swept the teapot on the table to the ground, crackling to the ground.

Why, because Zhao Yijing is a prostitute, he is a prostitute, so no matter how much he is favored, it will always be the mud that Zhao Yijing has stepped on.

Zhao Yijing can live in a yard alone, with good clothes and good food, and servants in groups, but he can only huddle with four or five brothers, and his life can't be more frustrated.

Zhao Yijing was taught by a famous teacher and Confucian who was specially invited by his father, but he could only stay in the clan school to receive the training of a group of half-hanging men.

…

Finally, Zhao Yijing died.

He thought that he finally had a day in his life. With Song Guogong's love for him in the past, the glory and wealth were in front of him, but what he worried most still happened.

"It's because you said something to Zhao Yi'an last year, but you can see what life our family has been living this year. Tea made from rotten tree leaves, black charcoal burned, white candles lit, that stuff It's so smoky to kill people." Zhao Ba, who is a compatriot with Zhao Yikang's mother, couldn't help but said, since he was a child, when did he live such a hard life.

In the end, he even complained to Aunt Xu: "If it weren't for losing her father's favor with her aunt, how could the Xiao family dare to grind our family like this!"

Zhao Yikang said with a sullen face, and said with a grieving voice: "It is already like this now. If Zhao Yi'an is really allowed to pass the six yuan entrance examination and become a son, will there be a way for our family to survive in the future?"

Aunt Xu’s face was stiff, she touched her wrinkled face, gritted her teeth, she hated her status as a concubine, hated the Xiao family who saw the wind, and hated those two who had robbed her grandfather. The two beloved twins Orchid.

A flash of resentment flashed in her eyes: "Don't worry, Zhao Yi'an will not pass the six yuan exam."

Brother Zhao Yikang's pupils shrank and looked up at Aunt Xu.

After the new year, there is only more than one month left for the leave test.

Before that, Zhao Lingwu and Xiao Clan took Meng Zezhi to the Huguo Temple again, but this time they did not bring those aunts and concubines in the backyard.

After giving up six thousand six hundred taels of sesame oil money, the three were invited into a Buddhist room by the host.

On the futon in the meditation room, there is an old monk with white eyebrows sitting cross-legged.

"Master Huihe." Zhao Lingwu and Xiao's courtesy politely.

Huihe Zen Master?

Meng Zezhi's heart suddenly felt like he had heard of this name.

It is said that Huihe Zen Master was the direct descendant of Master Sanzang in the Tang Dynasty. He was proficient in Buddhism and was praised as the ‘East of Congling, the best of Zen.’ (Congling, Pamir Plateau, a section of the Silk Road. To the east of Congling, it refers to the entire East Asian region.)

In Guangde three years, the Tatar attacked the side and once invaded the capital. Emperor Guangde fled in a hurry and was on the verge of danger. It was Zen Master Huihe who rescued the seriously injured and dying Guangde Emperor.

After Emperor Guangde returned to the court, he was grateful for his kindness and named him a Zen master protecting the country, and his fame was passed down to the world.

Meng Zezhi remained silent, but silently followed Zhao Lingwu and Xiao Clan, and found a futon to sit down.

Just listen to Xiao Clan saying: "I'm harassing the Zen Master this time because I want to ask the Zen Master to criticize my son."

"Amitabha!"

Zen Master Huihe folded his hands together, recited the Buddha's name silently, and then raised his head to look at Meng Zezhi.

He smiled slightly, as if seeing a gift and as comforting, his muddy eyes were astute, and he said: "Speaking of which, six years ago, when the grandfather and his wife came up to the mountain to pray for the soldiers on the expedition, I met by chance. To the side of Young Master Ling."

Meng Zezhi had a meal, why didn't he remember this.

Zen Master Huihe didn't give much explanation, only said: "The first feeling that Master Ling gave me at that time was that it was too expensive."

Upon hearing this, both Zhao Lingwu and Xiao's expressions were shocked.

Zhao Lingwu thought he was talking about Meng Zezhi's career.

Xiao Clan was thinking about his own plan. If that was the case, it's no wonder that Zen Master Huihe would take the initiative to help her.

"If the son of Ling wants to stand out, remember one thing, before the age of twenty-two, you must not marry a wife and have children, otherwise you will have to worry about your life."

After speaking, Zen Master Huihe closed his eyes, stopped talking, and just fiddled with the Buddhist beads in his hands silently.

Meng Zezhi raised his brows slightly. Why didn't he know that he could not marry a wife and have children before he was twenty-two.

After getting what he wanted, Xiao's excitement gradually calmed down.

Zhao Lingwu wanted to know more: "The Zen Master?"

The host interrupted Zhao Lingwu's words: "Master Guo, the Zen master has said everything that should be said, please go back!"

Hearing this, Zhao Lingwu could only give up even if he had a thousand words.

When Zhao Lingwu and his entourage left the monastery under the leadership of the young novice monk, the host couldn't help but said, "The Zen master?"

Xiao Clan originally wanted him to give orders to Meng Zezhi, but when he was still hesitating to help, Zen Master Huihe took the initiative to answer the matter.

Zen Master Huihe knew what he wanted to ask, so he just said: "Monks don't go shopping."

The host's complexion was slightly slow.

"As for the hundred thousand taels of silver given by the Xiao family," Zen Master Huihe sighed and said, "If you keep it intact, it will be of great use in the future."

"Yes." The host respectfully responded. Zen Master Huihe is a wise man, and the host believes in his words.

The next day, the command Huihe Zen master gave to Meng Zezhi spread throughout most of the capital. Of course, only the phrase ‘you must not marry a wife and have children before the age of twenty-two, or you will have to worry about your life’.

If someone else said that, everyone would only think that this was the family who had bothered to ask about Meng Zezhi's marriage in secret, so they deliberately used this to prevaricate them.

But this happened from the mouth of Zen Master Huihe, and everyone believed it even if they didn't believe it.

Suddenly, Xiao's Muyuantang returned to its former calm.

On the ninth day of February, the test will be held.

Less than five days later, the Guogong's mansion had already lit up.

When Meng Zezhi finished washing and leaving the room, Xiao was taking Guan Shi Liu to do a final inventory of the test tools he was going to bring.

Seeing Meng Zezhi coming out, Xiao said quickly: "Breakfast is ready for you, let's eat faster."

"Hey." Meng Zezhi responded with a smile.

Halfway through the meal, the test kits were finally counted, and after repeated confirmation that there was nothing left, Xiao Clan finally felt relieved. She turned her head to look at Meng Zezhi, her eyes fell on the dinner table, her brows frowned: "What's the matter, why haven't the ginseng soup been delivered? Know the piano, go to the kitchen to remind you."

While talking, a maid walked in with a soup cup bowed her body.

Meng Zezhi looked in his eyes and said helplessly: "Mother, there is still plenty of time, don't worry!"

Xiao, who had experienced such a thing for the first time, was not comforted at all. She sighed, "Can I be in a hurry!"

With that said, she reached out to pick up the soup cup served by the maid.

The next moment, there was a faint sound of breaking through the air.

Immediately afterwards, the maid exclaimed, and the soup cup in her hand fell to the ground and broke to the ground.

"What's going on?" Seeing this scene, Xiao cried out.

"Madame forgive me, madam forgive me, the servant didn't mean it..." The maid knelt down with a plop, kowtow to confess his guilt in a hurry.

Meng Zezhi raised his head and looked at the corner of the courtyard outside the door, with his lips slightly bent, thoughtfully.

Remembering that today was the day when Meng Zezhi was taking the test, the Xiao family reluctantly suppressed the anger in his heart and said "Scattered Peace" several times before he said: "What are you still doing in a daze? I'm not going to pack up all the things on the ground."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Meng Zezhi retracted his gaze, and his gaze fell on the messy maid on the ground: "Wait, which yard are you from, why haven't I seen you before?"

The maid's movements were stagnant, and her whole body trembled.

The Xiao family also noticed something wrong: "Who are you, do you know chess?"

Hearing this, knowing that something had been revealed, the maid gritted her teeth and got up and slammed into the corner of the table.

Seeing the person coming, Madam Zheng glared her eyes and raised her foot subconsciously.

The maid immediately lay down, clutching her belly, Guanshi Liu who was on the side reacted first, grabbed her, took off her shoes and stuffed it into her mouth to prevent her from biting her tongue and committing suicide.

"lady?"

Xiao Clan slowed down, her gaze fell on the mess on the ground. By this time, how could she not know that there was a problem in the ginseng soup, she was inexhaustible: "Check, check me fiercely..."

A group of small servants immediately stepped forward and pressed down the maid.

As if thinking of something, Xiao turned his head to look at Meng Zezhi, with a frightened expression on his face: "An'er..."

"It's okay, mother, I'm okay." Meng Zezhi soothed.

Xiao Clan was not at ease, lest he had eaten those he had eaten earlier that had been tampered with, and he hurriedly invited the doctor to come back.

It was not until the doctor was sure that he was safe and sound, and Xiao Clan was relieved.

At this point, the whiteness of the fish's belly has appeared in the sky.

Before leaving, Meng Zezhi glanced at a corner of the courtyard wall as if he was thinking of something, and said meaningfully: "Mother, I think of something left in the study."

"Kiqin, you can get it for the young master."

"No, I just get it myself."

Because of these words, when Meng Zezhi's figure completely disappeared at the gate of Gongyuan, Lu Li turned back to the Guogong Mansion after being messed with by a ghost.

As soon as he entered the study, Lu Li saw a letter raft on the desk.

He picked up the letter raft and took a look, only to see that it said: The shadow of the flowers moved against the wall, suspected to be a jade man.

The handwriting is sharp and sharp.

Lu Li's breathing was short, a flush of flush spread from his eyelids to his earlobes.