Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

"Call—" Zhao Yijing stopped and looked at the familiar street in front of him, his expression unconcealed with excitement.

Counting the days, it has been six years since he left the capital and home.

"What's the matter?" Xing Xiaoya asked when raising the curtain.

"After crossing this street, I will come to my house." Zhao Yijing controlled the horse and couldn't help taking a deep breath.

"Yeah." Xing Xiaoya looked worried.

"Don't worry," Zhao Yijing understood her feelings, and he soothed: "My father is a very easygoing person, and he will definitely not embarrass you."

Xing Xiaoya bit her lips, her eyes flickered: "What about your mother?"

The smile on Zhao Yijing's face instantly faded a bit. At a celebration banquet two years ago, he learned his true identity from Zhao Lingwu.

He only said: "My mother has always been very good to me. If I like it, she will definitely like it too."

Xing Xiaoya understood, she lowered the curtain.

"Let's go." Zhao Yijing shouted: "Drive—"

The driver listened, flicked the whip in his hand, and the wheel turned.

The gate of Song Guogong's mansion opened wide.

The housekeeper Qiao Renyuan led a group of servants and servants at the door. Firecrackers were hung on both sides of the road, and they were lit together only when Meng Zezhi came back from a horse parade.

Qiao Renyuan waited left and right, but did not wait for Meng Zezhi to come back. Instead, he waited for a horse and three carriages to arrive, and the big spur pulled up and stopped at the front door.

Qiao Renyuan frowned slightly, and was about to talk to him. The one who started the head immediately jumped down and dropped the rein, and walked over in three and two steps.

When people approached, Qiao Ren's expression changed drastically when he saw his appearance clearly.

"Master of the country, madam..."

In Muyuantang, Zhao Lingwu and Xiao Clan were restless and looked forward to it.

Hearing the voice of the young man from a distance, the two of them smiled at the same time.

Sure enough, the little servant rushed in anxiously, and said out of breath: "Guo Duke, Madam...returned, returned."

Zhao Lingwu stood up suddenly.

But he didn't want the little servant to raise his voice and continue to say, "The son is back!"

Xiao Clan's expression was stagnant, both hands shook, and with a snap, the tea cup in his hand fell to the ground, and the porcelain pieces broke to the ground.

As soon as he entered the door, with a plop, Zhao Yijing knelt down: "Father, mother, the child is back."

Zhao Lingwu was so excited that he could hardly speak. He trembled and picked up Zhao Yijing, only repeatedly saying: "Just come back, just come back..."

The Xiao clan hugged Zhao Yijing directly, tears in his eyes: "My son, you have suffered, let me see..."

Zhao Yijing's body stiffened, and he reluctantly pretended to look like a mother and child filial piety, and said with red eyes, "The child is not filial, and my mother is worried."

Xiao Shi looked in his eyes and sneered.

At this moment, another young man rushed in and shouted: "I'm back, Grandpa Guo, Madam, Young Master Nine is back——"

As soon as the voice fell, firecrackers were released from the outside.

Zhao Lingwu's face became stiff when he reacted, Xiao Clan stopped his tears, and the two looked at each other.

At the test celebration banquet just a month ago, Zhao Lingwu had promised Meng Zezhi that when he was admitted to the top prize, he would invite him to be the first son.

At this time, Zhao Yijing came back alive.

Intuitively, Zhao Yijing asked: "By the way, father and mother, I see such a big battle at the door, is there any happy event in the house today?"

Meng Zezhi never expected that he would see Zhao Yijing again.

He thought that after learning the truth, the Xiao family would choose to seize business opportunities, and then tortured Zhao Yijing and Xing Xiaoya like Zhao Yijing in the "dream", and told them to die. Finally, he poisoned Zhao Lingwu, told him the truth before he was about to die, and made him alive.

This is the safest and simplest way to relieve one’s breath.

But now, Zhao Yijing is back.

Meng Zezhi suddenly couldn't understand Xiao's thoughts.

He suppressed the doubts in his heart, bowed and saluted: "My father, mother."

When he arrived at Zhao Yijing, Meng Zezhi's expression was inevitably a little complicated, and even his tone of voice became a little weaker: "Big Brother."

Zhao Yijing was not moved like a mountain, because he knew well, not to mention that he was the nominal biological son of the Xiao family. Even if the Xiao family loved Meng Zezhi no matter how much he loved, he would not be able to surpass him. Even if Meng Zezhi became a prostitute, as long as he still occupies a long character, Meng Zezhi can't shake his position in the official mansion. What's more, the title of the elder son is still placed on his head!

That being the case, Zhao Yijing didn't mind giving this promising younger brother a little face. He smiled and said, "Congratulations to the ninth brother, Liu Yuan and Di, Guo Gongfu and You Rongyan."

Meng Zezhi said politely: "Well, it's no better than my eldest brother's contribution to the Northland, so that I can be a great prestige of the country."

Xiao clan interrupted the awkward atmosphere between the two in time. She looked at Xing Xiaoya with a look of confusion: "Jing'er, I don't know who this girl is?"

Only then did Zhao Yijing think of Xing Xiaoya. He quickly said: "Father, mother, this is Xing Xiaoya, my savior..."

He simply said the time that happened in the past few months, and finally added: "I am in agreement with Xiaoya, and I plan to marry her."

With that, Xing Xiaoya tightened her clothes tightly, pretending to be generous and nondescript blessing: "Xiaoya has seen her uncle and auntie."

Xiao Clan reacted and almost blurted out: "What are you talking about, you want to marry a village girl?"

Hearing this, Meng Zezhi inadvertently looked at Xing Xiaoya, and as expected, Xing Xiaoya's face was green.

Zhao Yijing's face sank: "Mother, anyway, Xiaoya is my savior..."

"But you forgot..."

"Okay." Zhao Lingwu frowned slightly and interrupted Xiao's words: "How can I say that today is the great day of Lao Jiu, the guests are coming soon, if you have anything, I will talk about it tomorrow."

Only then did Xiao remember the business, she subconsciously looked at Meng Zezhi with a look of guilt.

That night, probably because of the thoughts of compensation, Zhao Lingwu ordered the people to send four large boxes and ten thousand taels of silver notes.

Meng Zezhi accepted it without any psychological pressure.

On the other side, in the Yingxue Pavilion wing.

Under the bright candlelight, Xing Xiaoya's eyes fell on the exquisite antique decorations around, recalling the magnificent and magnificent pavilions in the daytime, and her heart was surging.

This is the Guogong Mansion, and this is the place where the dignitaries live.

In the last life, she was just a little-known outdoor anchor. She had no power and influence. The little money earned by courting the audience was only enough to fill her stomach. It was a fantasy to buy a house and a car on her own.

She fantasized more than once that she could marry a wealthy family like those big celebrities and internet celebrities, or that the heavenly tyrants spent a lot of money for her.

Until she passed through in a daze, facing a large group of best relatives, Xing Xiaoya had a high morale.

She felt that no matter how bad her current situation was, with the advanced knowledge in her head, it couldn't be simpler to make a fortune in this poor and white dynasty.

But reality gave her a slap in the face. Soap, matches, underwear... They are all on the market, and both the craftsmanship and the packaging are hundreds of times stronger than what she made.

She suspected that someone in this world had crossed into this world before her.

She didn't dare to sell the recipes of these things casually, she was afraid of becoming the victim of the rich businessmen's struggle for profit.

Fortunately, she can still go into the mountains to pick wild grapes to make wine, sell recipes, open a restaurant... barely make a fortune.

Then, under the pressure of public opinion, dowry with a generous dowry?

Marry a scholar?

People of fame do not look down upon her, even if they are willing to marry her, they are only interested in her wealth. When he gets ahead, the first thing to take care of is to take a few concubines.

Those who have no fame, to put it bluntly, are incapable, she doesn't like it.

Marry a rich businessman?

Scholars, farmers, commerce, and business are cheap, and they can't be turned back for generations.

Or marrying a farmer?

How reconciled this makes her.

At this moment, she found Zhao Yijing on the edge of the Yellow River. Looking at his silk and silk, Xing Xiaoya knew that her chance was here.

Facts have proved that her vision is as precise as ever.

Xing Xiaoya couldn't help but reached out and touched the smooth and delicate silk quilt under her body, and her heart surged.

In any case, this prince's wife, she is determined.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door in her ear.

When the door opened, it was not Zhao Yijing who came.

Xing Xiaoya pretended to be excited: "Yi Jing?"

Zhao Yijing took her into her arms and kissed her on the top of her hair: "Don't be afraid, am I here?"

Xing Xiaoya bit the corner of her lip and looked worried: "Yijing, your mother doesn't seem to like me very much."

"Don't worry," Zhao Yijing said firmly, "I said I want to marry you, no matter how difficult it is, I will do it."

Xing Xiaoya was touched: "Yijing, you are so kind."

With that, she offered a sweet kiss on her own initiative.

Zhao Yijing's eyes darkened, and the hands that hugged Xing Xiaoya's waist slowly tightened.

...

"No, I will never agree." Xiao's tone was particularly excited, turning back to the gentleness of the past.

"Mother--" Zhao Yijing frowned.

"Jing'er, have you forgotten that you and Yuan'er still have a marriage contract? She has been waiting for you for six years."

Yuaner is Xiao Deren's youngest daughter.

"What?" Xing Xiaoya turned white.

"Mother," Zhao Yijing took Xing Xiaoya's hand and knelt down directly: "I know I can't help my cousin, but mother, I really love Xiaoya, don't you want to watch me guard an unloved one? Does anyone live a lifetime?"

"Whether you love or not, when you and Yuan'er are married, you will naturally have feelings after you get along for a long time." Xiao Clan persuaded bitterly.

Zhao Yijing stopped speaking, but knelt on the ground silently, with a firm attitude.

Seeing that Xiao Clan couldn't move him, he had to look at Zhao Lingwu as if asking for help.

Zhao Lingwu closed his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Upon seeing this, Xiao gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, she can also enter the gate of the Guogong Mansion."

Zhao Yijing's eyes lit up.

Just listen to Xiao's continuing to say: "But I can only be a concubine."

A flash of impatience flashed across Zhao Yijing's face: "Mother, Xiaoya is my savior."

Xiao took a deep breath: "If she only wants to be the savior of the Guogong Mansion, I am naturally willing to treat her as the guest of honor. But I ask you if you and her are or are you..."

Xiao Clan was a little hard to tell.

Looking at the spring in the corner of Xing Xiaoya's eyes, I am afraid that it was just done last night.

Fortunately, Zhao Yijing had also read the sage books for so many years, so he didn't want to think that Yingxue Pavilion still lived with several of his concubines who had not yet come out of the Pavilion.

If this matter spreads out, his concubines won't have to get married, and they can just twist their hair and become a nun.

Thinking of this, Xiao Shi sneered in his heart.

Zhao Yijing defended: "Mother, it was just an accident. I was drunk..."

"This is not an excuse," Xiao said only: "There is no medium for sexual intercourse, and the festival has been lost. How can such a shameless person be the prince wife of our government? If this is in ordinary people's homes, then it will be immersed in a pig cage. of."

The Xiao clan only clearly called Zhao Yijing and Xing Xiaoya adulterers and harlots.

Blue veins on Zhao Yijing's forehead, he held back his anger: "Mother, I call you mother because I respect and love you, but what you say now really hurts my heart."

Seeing that Zhao Yijing was really angry, Xiao's face panicked and said repeatedly: "Jing'er, I and I are all for your good..."

"Enough." Zhao Lingwu interrupted Xiao's words. He opened his eyes and glanced over Xing Xiaoya, who was agitated. For no reason, he thought of Su Niang and his messy last half of his life.

He sighed slightly in his heart, looked at the sight of the three of them, and said, "Just do things as Jing'er said."

Zhao Yijing's face was loose.

Xiao's face was incredulous: "Duke Guo?"

Zhao Lingwu sank: "Anyway, this girl Xing is Jing'er's lifesaver, we can't be ungrateful."

This is also due to Zhao Lingwu's ability to say it. He forgot that if it hadn't been for her family, the mother and son would have died in the chaos of war long ago. How can they have today's scenery.

But Xiao still made an unacceptable expression.

Zhao Lingwu said: "The most important thing is that Jing'er is willing."

He lived for most of his life, did the wrong things for most of his life, and felt guilty for most of his life. He hopes that Zhao Yijing can get the stable days he can't get.

"As for the Xiao family, I will deal with it."

Xiao Clan opened his mouth and looked at Zhao Yijing who was kneeling on the ground, unable to speak for a long while.

The matter is so set.

When the three of Zhao Yijing left, the unwillingness and loss on Xiao’s face instantly receded like a tide. She took the tea bowl offered by Grandma Zheng and moistened her throat, and then said, "Go, get a piece of vegetarian food." Come on, I will make two official uniforms for An'er."

"Yes."

A lot of things happened in the next two months.

For example, Zhao Lingwu brought a generous gift to Xiao Deren to make amends, but was kicked out.

Xing Xiaoya recognized Master He, Zuo Shi Lang of the Ministry of War, as her adoptive father.

Zhao Yijing and Xing Xiaoya are married.

The matter of Zhao Yijing and Xing Xiaoya's unmatched sexual **** was spread out, and it became a conversational resource for the people in Beijing after dinner.

Xing Xiaoya was forced by the Xiao family to learn etiquette, copy the scriptures, and kneel in the ancestral hall...

For example, Xing Xiaoya had a miscarriage-

"Mother, tiger poison can't eat children..."

Before entering the door, Meng Zezhi heard a hysterical roar.

Hearing this, the Xiao family staggered back and looked dazed.

Zhao Yijing's eyes were red: "Even if you don't like Xiaoya anymore, the child in her belly is your grandson——"

There was hatred in his eyes, partly because Xiao family killed his mother, and partly because Xiao family tried so hard to study Xing Xiaoya.

Since Xiao clan made him feel uneasy because of his status, let her disappear.

"No, no..." Xiao explained incoherently, "Jing'er, although I can't understand her, I never thought of hurting her..."

Zhao Yijing interrupted her and said word by word: "But the child in Xiaoya's stomach is gone. That child is only two months old..."

"Enough said is not—"

Zhao Yijing's throat choked, and when he looked back, his complexion changed slightly.

"Mother." Meng Zezhi's face was livid, and he stepped forward to see him.

As if he had found the backbone, Xiao's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly grabbed Meng Zezhi's hand: "An'er."

Meng Zezhi patted her hand to soothe him, then looked back at Zhao Yijing and said, "Big brother is so imposing, younger brother, I have learned."

Zhao Yijing took a deep breath, choked and said, "Nine brother, your sister-in-law has a miscarriage."

"I've heard." Meng Zezhi's gaze was like a torch: "Brother, you are also a person who has read books, but do you know what it means to say that a child never speaks to his mother?"

"I was pregnant for more than two months? You know, it has only been more than a month for her Xing family to be married to the government of our country, but I don't know where the pride in the eldest brother's tone comes from."

"Zhao Yi'an." Zhao Yijing's face sank.

Meng Zezhi sneered and said, "I have never heard of a ten thousand step back. I have never heard of a woman who has been pregnant for more than two months without knowing it. Brother, you can rush in indiscriminately. The mother’s yard accused the mother of Xing’s miscarriage, so I can also doubt that the whole thing was Xing’s planting and framing.”

"You are bold--" Zhao Yijing's face was green and white, so lively.

In fact, because Xing Xiaoya was in poor health and her menstrual affairs had been irregular, she didn't realize that she was pregnant.

"I don't even believe my own mother," Meng Zezhi said coldly, "Big Brother, what you did today is really chilling!"

"Have you said enough?" Zhao Yijing gritted his teeth, and Meng Zezhi's momentum was so strong that he could barely breathe.

"Well, since elder brother doesn't like to listen to this, then I will ask elder brother one last sentence," Meng Zezhi said blankly, "do you remember what day it is today?"

Zhao Yijing was taken aback.

Xiao Shi looked at him blankly, frustrated.

Until his young man reminded him cautiously: "Shizi, today seems to be the birthday of the lady."

Zhao Yijing's face was ashes, and he had been away all year round, and after learning his true identity, he never cared about things related to the Xiao family anymore.

He knew that he wanted to make use of the topic and then spread the news, and his plan to use public opinion to destroy the Xiao family was completely defeated. Not only that, but he also has a reputation for unfilial piety.

Stealing chickens does not lead to the loss of rice, nothing more than that.