Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

It was already evening when Zhao Lingwu woke up.

"Master Guo, Master Guo, you are finally awake." Xiao Shi knelt in front of the bed, with a pair of red and swollen eyes, and wept with excitement.

"Me, what's wrong with me?" Zhao Lingwu said with a pale face, panting, and hoarse voice.

Xiao Clan was limp on the ground, with a sad expression on his face: "Master Guo, you vomited blood in the hall and fainted."

As if thinking of something, the pale color on Zhao Lingwu's face instantly receded like a tide. He stared, his face flushed, and his chest rose and fell violently.

Upon seeing this, Xiao's expression tightened, and his voice was directly raised by more than a dozen decibels: "Master Guo, you can't get angry anymore. The emperor said that you are in a hurry and hurt your spleen and lungs. If you get angry again, you may be in danger of life what!"

While talking, she hurriedly relieved Zhao Lingwu's heart.

Zhao Lingwu regretted his life. Hearing this, he forcibly suppressed the anger and grief in his heart.

After a while, he eased his breath, turned his head, his gaze crossed the Xiao family, and fell on Zhao Yijing who was kneeling on the ground.

He took a deep breath and asked, "Where is Xing?"

Xiao's teeth gritted his teeth: "It's locked in the wood house."

"Qiao Renyuan!" He shouted as if he had made up his mind.

"Yes." Qiao Renyuan, the butler, replied immediately.

"Go, send a bowl of arsenic to Xing Shi." Zhao Lingwu said sharply.

"Yes."

"No, don't—" Hearing this, Zhao Yijing looked horrified. First, he hurriedly grabbed Qiao Renyuan's trouser legs, who was about to turn around, and then crawled to the bed, shouting in pain: "Father, Xiaoya is also innocent!"

Unexpectedly, it was all for this reason. Zhao Yijing still wanted to plead for Xing's family. Zhao Lingwu stared angrily, with a look of hatred for iron and steel: "You are confused—"

In the past, he changed the children of the Xiao family and Su Niang in order to preserve the glory and wealth, and now Aunt Song has replaced him and the children of Emperor Guangde in order to be a solid pet. Is this God's retribution for him!

What he regrets most now is that he didn't listen to Xiao Clan's persuasion and let Xing Clan enter the gate of his country's government.

"Father," Zhao Yijing was distraught: "Anyway, Xiaoya has saved me, please forgive her for my life!"

He really loves Xing Xiaoya, no matter what, he can't just watch Xing Xiaoya go to death.

"You, you are still obsessed with..." Zhao Lingwu looked disappointed. Is this still his proud son?

Why he wants to get rid of Xing Shi is not to save Zhao Yijing. Brother and sister incest, if this matter is left in ordinary people's house, it will be immersed in a pig cage.

"Father," Zhao Yijing was flustered, with a flash of inspiration, and said anxiously: "Or, or let's find someone to replace Xiaoya, father..."

"Shut up—" Zhao Lingwu sternly interrupted him: "Do you think there are few people staring at our house right now? Do you think things are not messy enough?"

"Father." Zhao Yijing's heart is like a knife.

He couldn't understand why he was still pleasantly surprised when Xing Xiaoya turned into Princess Ning on the front foot. How did Xing Xiaoya become his concubine on the back foot, and he was also charged with incest, and his future was bleak.

Falling dust from the clouds, this taste is really heart-wrenching.

"Jing'er is right. In the end, the Xing family saved Jing'er's life. Our country government is already messy enough at the moment. If we take on another ungrateful name, the country's master, we will also be in this life. Don't want to look up again." This is really far-fetched, after all, it is not impossible to fake Xing Xiaoya's suicide to clear the relationship between the government and the government.

Zhao Yijing looked at him for a moment, then raised his head suddenly. He never expected that at this moment, the Xiao Clan would actually help him intercede.

There was a touch of emotion in his eyes.

Xiao's eyes could not help but a sneer rose in his heart.

However, Zhao Lingwu couldn't help but follow Xiao's words and think, keeping Xing Xiaoya's life, on the one hand, he can gain a good reputation as a good report, on the other hand, when others talk about this matter, they will only say about him. Too soft-hearted, and Xing Xiaoya has no shame—if an ordinary person has such an accident, I am afraid that he would have already broken himself, that is, Xing Xiaoya has the face to live in this world.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lingwu's eyes lit up. This is indeed a better way.

"Father—" Zhao Yijing begged bitterly.

Zhao Lingwu thought to himself: "It's not that Xing can not be spared."

"Father?" Zhao Yijing was overjoyed.

Zhao Lingwu said in a deep voice, "But the child in Xing's belly must not be kept!"

Hearing this, Zhao Yijing was struck by lightning, and he sat paralyzed on the ground with a sad expression on his face.

That was the child he had been looking forward to for two years!

"Qiao Renyuan." Zhao Lingwu shouted.

"in."

"You go and handle this. After it's done, Xing's hair is twisted, sent to the family temple, and someone is sent to watch, don't let her die." Zhao Lingwu said ruthlessly.

"Yes."

After speaking, Qiao Renyuan turned around and left.

"Wait." Zhao Lingwu stopped him.

"Master of the country?"

"Where is the Song family buried?"

"Huh?" Qiao Renyuan realized afterwards that Zhao Lingwu was talking about Aunt Song: "If the father-in-law returned to the country, if the younger one remembers correctly, he should be buried in Xishan."

After the concubine's death, according to the law, it is not allowed to be buried in the ancestral grave, just find a place to bury it.

"Send a few people over to find her tomb. They must be dissected and slaughtered, and the bones and ashes will be thwarted." Zhao Lingwu said bitterly.

If it weren't for that bitch, how could the Guogong Mansion fall to where it is today.

"Yes."

Hearing this, Xiao clan sneered again in his heart, let’s do it, she wouldn’t tell Zhao Lingwu that Song’s bones were moved away by the **** Tao An in the palace two years earlier, and now they lie in the tomb. Here is his mother who has been dead for more than ten years.

After speaking, Zhao Lingwu took a second breath and his complexion improved a bit.

He paused and continued: "Jing'er, in order to avoid people's tongue, I will write a letter tomorrow to abolish your position as a son of the world."

Zhao Yijing came back to his senses and said, "Father?"

The Xiao clan was also anxious: "Grandpa Guo-"

"Don't worry," Zhao Lingwu interrupted Xiao's words. He looked at Zhao Yijing, as if he had made up some idea, and said, "It must be yours. When your ninth brother becomes the throne, I will see who will dare Make irresponsible remarks to our family."

Zhao Yijing's expression changed dramatically: "Father, what do you mean?"

Zhao Lingwu only said: "This is the end of the matter, do we still have a choice!"

He wanted to be a pure minister, but Meng knew that he had walked out of his mansion, and now Song Guogong's mansion has been labeled as him. Carrying the status of a son of the Empress Yuan, Meng Ze knows that even if he doesn't want to fight, some people will force him to fight for that position. At that time, if he wins the battle, with decades of nurturing grace, Song Guogong will naturally shine.

But in case he loses the fight, even if Song Guogong does not help each other and remains neutral, the party that wins will probably not let Song Guogong go.

For the present, whether it is for Zhao Yijing’s fame or for the future of Song Guogong's residence, helping Meng Zezhi seize the protagonist is the only choice.

"I understand." Zhao Yijing gave a wry smile.

Watching Meng Zezhi climb from a humble concubine to an equal position with him, the last step to reach the sky became the existence he could only look up to, Zhao Yijing couldn't tell what kind of mood he was at this moment, grief, indignation, depression...

And Xing Xiaoya and the child in her stomach...

In the dark, he had an intuition that he shouldn't have lived so squandered in this life.

Looking at the expressions of Zhao Lingwu and his son, Xiao Clan curled his lips calmly.

…

In this way, Meng Zezhi stayed in the palace.

Except for the five princesses, leaving aside, Emperor Guangde has a total of fifteen princes, and only seven have survived to adulthood.

Therefore, the prince who still lives in Duanhong Palace is also known to Meng Ze.

Duanben Palace is a palace dedicated to the prince and all princes, and is adjacent to the Qianqing Palace where Emperor Guangde lived.

Just two days ago, Emperor Guangde ordered the ancestral mansion to re-order the princes, and Meng Zezhi knew Xingwu and changed his name to Gu Shian.

After half a month, Meng Zezhi slowly "adapted" to his new identity.

Accompanied by Emperor Guangde, who was overwhelmed by his father's love, had dinner, Meng Zezhi returned to his residence.

Taking off the whole body of respect and caution, under Wang Guangzhi's service, Meng Zezhi took a hot bath comfortably.

Wang Guangzhi is the godson of the great **** Tao An. To be precise, there are four servants in this palace, and a dozen maids are Tao An's confidants.

Thanks to them, in the past half month, Meng Zezhi has lived without risk.

After all, right now, inside and outside the palace, there are many people who want his life.

After bathing, Meng Zezhi went to the study and continued to finish the half-momei drawing he had painted this afternoon.

When the drawing was almost finished, Lu Li arrived.

He immediately ordered: "Okay, you all go down, I want to be alone."

Wang Guangzhi was taken aback for a moment, but he took the people to retreat honestly.

As the door creaked and closed, a short breath took place in the room.

Meng Zezhi nodded with satisfaction when he picked up the pen and signed the money. He said, "Come and take a look at my new ink painting."

Lu Li Yiyan stepped forward, and then was hugged by the lustful Meng Zezhi.

Obviously it was for people to appreciate the painting, but he himself harassed the painter first, and after a crisp sound, he skillfully untied Lu Li's belt.

He asked: "Can you paint?"

Lu Li breathed slowly, "Never studied."

Then he was stuffed with a brush in his hand by the person behind him.

Meng Zezhi grabbed a blank piece of rice paper and placed it on top of the ink plum map, leaving two water marks on the rice paper with his fingers, then he grabbed Lu Li's hand and said, "Come on, I will teach you..."

It wasn't until the wrists sore that Meng Zezhi's teaching finally came to an end.

Lu Li curled his toes, opened his lips slightly, and put one hand on the desk, looking at the crooked bamboo in front of him, almost out of breath.

"The painting is really good." Meng Zezhi expressed his gluttonous expression and complimented him sincerely.

When the tight ankle slowly relaxed, Lu Li remembered what was going on. With a hoarse voice, he leaned against Meng Zezhi: "Two days ago, the Weiguo Palace sent out two waves. People, one wave went to Linghe Village, one wave went to Yujia Town."

"Huh?" Meng Zezhi narrowed his eyes.

Wei Guogong was the father-in-law of the Seventh Prince, Linghe Village was Xing Xiaoya's hometown, and Aunt Song's personal servant Qingqiu (Chen family) was married in Yujiazhen.

"Don't worry, I will help you stare at them." Lu Li said slowly.

It turned out to have come to ask for credit, but Meng Zezhi realized it.

The corner of his lips curled: "Then the feeling is good, don't worry, you have helped me so much, and I will repay you heavily."

As he said, he held Lu Li's hand and said, "Come on, let's review the skills I just taught you."

The author has something to say:

Meng Zezhi: Not only will I lie down to win, I will also go through the back door!