Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

In the ear, the soft female voice became hoarse, "My son—"

Fang Zhuo, "..."

This shout was all exaggeration.

He opened his eyes and saw a beautiful girl.

Meijiao Niang is the mother of the original owner. She was sold into the Chunfeng Building since she was a child. The old bustard in the building named her Liniang, and she did not change the name after she married.

Liniang's son is almost weak, but he still has charm and unparalleled beauty. It's no wonder that the old man still spoils her to this day.

Seeing Fang Zhuo woke up, Liniang wiped away the non-existent tears, turned her head and told the maid behind her, "Go get the young master a glass of water."

The servant girl brought the water, but Liniang frowned and knocked it over with a wave, "It needs to be hot."

"Yes." The servant girl was obedient, and started cursing as soon as she left the door.

In this house, no one thinks highly of the mother and son. They are all waiting for the day when the aunt will fall out of favor and make a good joke.

As soon as the maid left, my aunt shooed the doctor away, turned around and sat on the side of the bed, and said in a low voice, "Son, are you stupid? You dare to sing the scene of hanging yourself. In case, mother said, in case Sixi finds out It's late, what if you are really hanged?"

Fang Zhuoxin said, there is no chance, he was really hanged.

It doesn’t count if your son hanged himself, I have been swinging on it for a while, and now my psychological shadow is two square meters.

Fang Zhuo said, "I'm fine."

Liniang sighed sadly, "It's all because of my bad background. If you can continue to be the main wife, who would dare to let you suffer this kind of grievance."

The eldest grandma of the Feng family died of illness a few years ago. Some people said that her own fate was bad, and others said that she was murdered to death.

As for who the murderer was, everyone secretly guessed that it was their mother and son.

Feng Yang is short-tempered, because he questioned his mother because of gossip.

Liniang swears and swears that the matter has nothing to do with her. Feng Yang believes it, but the mother and son are still separated because of this incident. The cold war has lasted for a long time, and it has only recently eased.

Who knew that within a few days of the days when the mother was kind and the son was filial, a cauldron fell from the sky.

Fang Zhuo pretended to cough a few times, and comforted him, "What does this have to do with you? The marriage was bestowed by the emperor. The eldest brother ran away, so I can only take the top job."

Liniang was taken aback, her son lost his temper when he mentioned this matter before, and he has never been so peaceful before.

She reached out and touched the burning forehead below, "It's not burning, what's wrong with you today, you're so good."

"I'm fine." Fang Zhuo thought in his heart, scolding the emperor over and over again. After all, they are brothers, even if they are happy, they shouldn't find a son-in-law for his younger brother.

No matter how you think about it, you feel that there is blood and rain hidden in it.

Fang Zhuo gritted his teeth, "Mother, I'll marry you."

These three words were so lethal that they frightened Liniang to the point of fainting. Fang Zhuo called someone in and carried Liniang back to the room.

He lifted the quilt, looked down at the ordinary cotton robe on his body, and put on his boots.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he was hugged by Master Feng who rushed over after hearing the news, "My good son, you just need to figure it out, I'm not in vain to love you."

Fang Zhuo hehe, does it hurt?nonexistent.

Master Feng really dotes on Liniang, but he doesn't like Feng Yang.

Feng Yang's character is cowardly and narrow-minded, and he doesn't want to be hurt by others. Usually, the elder son bullies the younger son, but this father always turns a blind eye, as long as no one is killed.

Even this substitute marriage was a vicious threat, without any good words to persuade her.

Fang Zhuo silently grieved for the original owner and said, "I have a condition."

Master Feng's face suddenly collapsed, his lips moved a few times, "Say it."

"Since it's a marriage, you must accompany it with a dowry." Fang Zhuo looked at the roof and thought about it carefully, "I don't want much. As much money as my elder brother has embezzled from me these years, you can marry as much as your dowry."

Five taels this year, ten taels last year, year after year, the accumulation is quite a lot.

Master Feng's face was as black as charcoal, "I'll think about it." He flicked his sleeves and left.

Fang Zhuo didn't care, he also flicked his sleeves and walked towards the door.

The Feng family only had a little money and couldn't afford a house in a prime location. Fang Zhuo walked along the street until he arrived in the downtown area with sore legs.

He stood on the street and looked around, locking on to a teahouse.

As soon as he entered the door, the servant stepped forward, "Young master, what do you want?"

Fang Zhuo said, "I don't want anything."

He didn't have a single coin in his pocket, Feng Hai searched all of them before leaving, and he could only drink Northwest Wind when he went out.

As the saying goes, it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.I'm not used to living a life of great wealth, suddenly turning back to poverty.

The servant cursed something in a low voice, put the handkerchief on his shoulders, and went to greet others.

On the stage, Mr. Storyteller has already sat down with a fan, ready to start telling stories.

Recently, the most talked about topic in the Great Yuan Kingdom is King An, whose life and death are unknown, and these storytellers who don't know where to get the news, love to rub the heat the most.

Although their stories are exaggerated, they can still find some useful things when refined.

"Everyone knows that this King An is our Emperor's younger brother, but his appearance is quite different. The Holy Majesty is elegant and handsome, but this King An..."

The storyteller picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of tea, "It looks ugly, and it's unusually burly."

Fang Zhuo didn't believe it, he grabbed the system and asked, "No way, Wang An is really ugly?"

233 said, "Really."

Fang Zhuo suddenly lost the desire to listen.

Heaven-defying looks, long legs, and a sexy voice with a doggy waist, these are the standard features of the protagonist, and they are indispensable.

On the other end, the storyteller continued to tell the story. After a series of ramblings, he finally talked about the plot that Fang Zhuo was most concerned about.

"King An is an expert at leading troops in battle, and he has great courage. Take this time as an example, he dared to break into the enemy's camp at night alone."

As he spoke, he picked up the tea bowl and took another sip, but this time, he didn't speak for a long time.

Everyone's eyes urged, but he pretended not to see it.

Fang Zhuo shook his head, this audience is not good.

He raised his hands and clapped, shouting, "Good!"

Only then did the rest of the people come to their senses, and the clapping applause finally made the storyteller speak again.

"It's a pity that he was betrayed by his cronies. The enemy camp received the news and stopped him. Guess what happened?"

Everyone shook their heads, their eyes shining brightly.

"The three thousand elite soldiers didn't stop them. With the strength of one man, King An not only broke through the siege, but also burned down the enemy's food and grass depot. Before leaving, he captured another enemy general. It's just a pity..."

The corner of Fang Zhuo's mouth twitched, routine.

After a few bangs, someone smashed the copper plate over, and it happened to land on the table in front of the husband.

The gentleman put the copper plate into his pocket, and said regretfully, "It's just a pity. King An was seriously injured during the breakout process, and passed out as soon as he arrived at the camp. I'm afraid time is running out. Once King An dies, our border is in danger. "

After the husband's story was finished, the atmosphere became heavy.

An Wangchou is ugly, but he is very capable, able to deter the enemy and defend the country.

If this man is really dead, and the enemy army invades, who will keep them safe?

Looking at that depressed face, Fang Zhuo frowned, "How much do you think Mr. Storyteller can believe?"

233 said, "50.00%."

"The first half or the second half?" Fang Zhuo asked.

233 said indifferently, "Think for yourself."

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips in grievance, looked left and right, and slipped to the backstage while no one noticed.

The boss was paying the storyteller today's wages. When he saw Fang Zhuo, the boss froze for a moment, then slapped his forehead, "Second Master Feng."

Fang Zhuo was at a loss.

The boss explained, "I saw you once when I was a guest at the house."

Fang Zhuo searched in his mind, but couldn't find the relevant memory, so he nodded perfunctorily, "I'm going to ask my husband something."

"Okay, you can ask." The boss answered happily, patted the storyteller on the shoulder, turned and left.

Mr. Storyteller was very polite, "What do you want?"

Fang Zhuo cut straight to the point, "Is what you just said true or false?"

"Of course it is true!" The storyteller seemed to have been greatly humiliated, "Although the story has been partially edited, it is definitely based on real events, and it is definitely not fabricated out of thin air."

Fang Zhuo looked suspiciously at him jumping in a hurry, "What are you in a hurry for?"

Storyteller, "I'm not in a hurry."

Fang Zhuo let out an "oh", and said in an unclear manner, "You heard it just now, I am the second son of the Feng family."

"Which Feng family?" The storyteller was stunned after finishing speaking, and then suddenly remembered a big event.

Seven days ago, the emperor decreed to marry the young master of the Feng family.

The other party is not a princess, nor a princess, but a prince whose life and death are unknown, but this is the imperial decree of the Tian family, and no one can refuse it.

Everyone congratulated and complimented each other face to face, but laughed out loud behind their backs. Men and men tied the knot, which was wonderful and wonderful.

The storyteller asked tentatively, "Do you want to find out something for your brother?"

Fang Zhuo was unpredictable, "The correct answer."

The storyteller said, "The story I told you just now is really not deceiving, the news is all from the capital, then the lord, it is indeed about to die."

He looked around mysteriously, and lowered his voice extremely low, "I received a letter from Fei Ge from my colleagues in the capital, saying that the prince vomited a basin of blood last night. The news came from the palace. Absolutely authentic."

Fang Zhuo was puzzled, "Going with you in the capital?"

The storyteller said with a smile, "You don't understand this. Only by exchanging news can we get the latest information and tell the freshest stories."

Fang Zhuo suddenly realized that there was no vicious competition among fellow storytellers, and they actually helped each other and formed solidarity and friendship.

"How's the harmony index in this place?" Fang Zhuo cursed.

233 said, "Currently, I can give it a full score, five stars."

Fang Zhuo waved goodbye to the storyteller, in a delicate mood, his husband-in-law, who had never been married, was about to die.

This marriage is probably going to fall through.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got home, Master Feng dragged him into the main hall excitedly.

On the floor of the main hall, there were twelve boxes tied with big red flowers, and on the Eight Immortals table directly opposite, there was also a set of dazzling red wedding dresses, with a gilt phoenix crown and a red hijab with tassels on it.

Fang Zhuo, "..." This, is this the legendary red wedding dress?

Master Feng said, "The people in the palace just sent it over. They will temporarily stay at the County Yamen Inn tonight. They will escort you to the capital tomorrow morning."

Fang Zhuo mumbled, "But I heard that King An seems to be dying."

Master Feng pinched his shoulders, and said sullenly, "Even if someone dies, you must marry me. Don't make your family suffer together with you."

Fang Zhuo shook off that hand and sneered, "Why should I take the blame for your precious eldest son?"

Anyway, I have to leave. If the character design collapses, it will collapse.

"I agreed to marry because of my mother, not you, and not for the Feng family. I want me to help you connect and smooth the business?" Fang Zhuo took a breath and said three words, "Impossible."

After speaking, he picked up the pile of clothes and went back to his room angrily.

He bolted the door, shook off the wedding dress, and dropped a bellyband embroidered with peonies.

Fang Zhuo's face was red, he quickly picked up the belly bag and rolled it into a ball.

He wouldn't wear this kind of thing even if he was killed.