Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

The big rooster lay quietly against the groom's chest, raised his head, and blinked his eyes.

It's a pity that the man just refused to pick it up.

With a thought, Fang Zhuo took out a hand, fished in his clothes, and took out a piece of shortbread wrapped in paper and a piece of silver.

Before leaving, he refused to cross the threshold of the gate.

Master Feng had no choice but to compromise, and gave him back the silver that his eldest son had looted over the years, a full 200 taels of silver.

I can still leave here one day, and if I count carefully, it will be enough for a lifetime.

Now all of a sudden, it is necessary to give [-]% of the living expenses in the future, Fang Zhuo is not heartbroken, it is a lie.

The groom lowered his eyes, looked at the two fingers that were reluctant to let go, and raised his palm in a strange way.

Fang Zhuo took a deep breath, put the money on it, and introduced it to the groom solemnly, "I have already communicated with the big rooster on the way here, and he will obediently listen to you."

The groom chuckled, thinking that the young man might have something wrong with his mind.

Fang Zhuo continued, "This is the big rooster who married me instead of the prince. There is only one in the world. You have to treat it well. I will come to pick it up every evening."

After speaking, he squeezed the chicken wings, and the big rooster quickly raised his head and clucked.

groom,"……"

Fang Zhuo touched its head, "It's so cute."

Seeing that the groom still didn't reach out, he simply put the chicken at the man's feet, and waved his hand with a smile.

The big rooster followed for a few steps, then turned back to the groom and clucked again.

The groom's eyes were dim, and he pushed it away with his foot, weighed the little ingot in his hand, and put it away.

Fang Zhuo hummed all the way back to the room, and the butler of the palace was waiting at the door, "Where is it convenient for you, I went to the toilet, and there was no one."

"Oh, I stopped by for a stroll." Fang Zhuo hooked the butler's shoulders to enter the door, pushed him on the stool and sat down, "Housekeeper, I want to bring someone to my yard, okay?"

The housekeeper hadn't recovered from the shock of being hooked by the master, and he was stunned for a while before replying, "Who do you want to mention?"

Fang Zhuo said with a smile, "It's the one I asked you about before. I think he's strong and strong, and it's good to be a nursing home."

The butler's face froze, and he waved his hands almost in fear, "He can't."

Fang Zhuo was puzzled, "Why not?"

The housekeeper said, "This groom is not an ordinary servant, he was specially invited by the prince with a lot of money. He is not a long-term worker, and he has no contract of contract. How long he wants to stay here is entirely up to him."

It’s so boring, so no matter what age you are, you must have a skill by your side, so that you won’t starve to death wherever you go.

Fang Zhuo was disappointed, "Okay then."

The housekeeper gave him a few more instructions, just to let him stop running around and stay quietly in the room.Finally, before leaving the door, he added another sentence, saying that he would send someone to deliver dinner later.

Fang Zhuo became honest when he heard that there was something to eat.

233 snorted coldly, "That's all you can do."

Fang Zhuo said, "Food is the paramount necessity of the people."

He lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, "San'er, how is my big cock now?"

233 started a live broadcast for him.

In the light screen, the big BMW and the big cock are fighting.

The big rooster was hooked, and his IQ was raised. When fighting, he even knew to attack the weak parts of the horse.

It spread its wings and flew, jumped onto the horse's buttocks, and pecked at it.

The big BMW rushed back and forth in the stable, flicking its tail desperately, but the big rooster was as motionless as a mountain.

Fang Zhuo ate melon seeds while watching, "The big rooster wins this round."

In the second game, the big rooster still won the game, and in the third game... the groom came.

The man's already tense face turned black and turned into ashes after seeing the mess in the stable.

However, the big rooster is a quick-witted little guy. He tilted his head, realized that something was wrong, fluttered his wings, and ran away.

The laughing audience outside the venue turned their backs, and Sixi, who was outside the door, almost fell to the ground in fright.

He knocked on the door, "Master, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Fang Zhuo's voice came from inside, the same as usual.

Sixi scratched her head in wonder, and continued to guard the gate.

Fang Zhuo asked the system to open up the big rooster at the beginning, but he just felt that this class should not be worshiped in vain, and it would be good to keep it as a gatekeeper.

Who knew it could become an important prop to communicate the relationship between him and the protagonist.

Fang Zhuo sighed, "This chicken is really lucky to meet me."

Before 233 could answer, Sixi's voice came to mind outside, "Master, master, that chicken, that chicken is here!"

Immediately afterwards, Fang Zhuo heard the sound of pecking at the door.

As soon as the door opened, the big rooster flapped its wings and jumped up as if seeing its mother.

Fang Zhuo bent down to pick it up, and a mixed smell of horse excrement, chicken manure and grass fodder came to his face.

He turned his head and said to Sixi, "Go get some warm water and give the little boy a bath."

"Oh, good." Following the principle of talking less and doing more, Sixi suppressed the doubts in her heart, and quickly ran to the kitchen to fetch hot water.

And this scene happened to be seen by a little maid sent by a concubine to spy on her.

Soon, the whole palace spread the news that the new male concubine had a good relationship with the big rooster who worshiped the prince, and they ate and slept together.

Sixi transferred the words to the young master, Fang Zhuo waved his hand indifferently, "They are right, I just have a good relationship with Chicken Cub."

It's over, the young master must be mad because he was forced to marry a man.

Sixi said worriedly, "Master, I understand your frustration, but please don't do anything stupid again."

"The scenery outside is so beautiful, I still want to see more, idiots will not think about it." He has money in his hand now, and when he gets divorced, he will find a place to buy a small house, and the rest of the money can be used to do some small things. Business.

When the groom is hooked up and raised in captivity, the couple will be happy and happy... These little days are beautiful just thinking about them.

When the sun went down, the housekeeper brought the food box to deliver the food.

Two vegetables and one meat, with a balanced mix, Fang Zhuo dragged Sixi to sit down and eat together.

Sixi's eyes were moist with excitement.

He has been with Feng Yang for three years, and Feng Yang has always been lukewarm towards him, and occasionally vents on Feng Hai when he gets angry with Feng Hai.

Sixi confessed to death, Liniang transferred him from the back kitchen to the young master, and let him receive a higher salary than before. He thought it was a kindness, and he would remember it for a lifetime.

What's more, he once saw a servant in the eldest son's room, his body was bruised and purple. In comparison, the young master has treated him very well.

It's just that he didn't expect that this is good, and it can be even better.

Fang Zhuo sighed, and patted Sixi on the head, "We don't know each other well here, we depend on each other for life, you call me young master in front of outsiders, and call me brother in private."

Sixi's hand that was chopping the rice stopped, her eyes widened, she got stuck in agitation, quickly swallowed the mouthful of rice, wiped away her tears and said, "I, Sixi, swear that I will be loyal to the young master, If there is any violation, the sky will beat..."

"Okay." Fang Zhuo stopped, "Eat quickly."

The two of them were head to head, and they ate the food cleanly. Not long after the dishes were taken away, the sun went down and the moon climbed up the treetops.

Fang Zhuo saw that it was almost time, so he straightened his clothes and sat by the bed, after thinking about it, he still put on the phoenix crown and hijab.

The big rooster nestled at his feet, and Fang Zhuo poked its forehead and said, "If someone comes in later, except for Sixi, no matter who they are, you will pounce on him and peck him, you know?"

His flowers are for Brother An, if others want to pick them, yes, they will trade their lives for it.

Big cock, "Hey."

Fang Zhuo patted its head, sat down neatly, and did not move.

The light of the red candle on the table was weak, and it soon went out. The servants brought a new one, and Sixi opened the door to come in and replace it.

Fang Zhuo still sat still, calm as a god.

Xiao Xin was so weak that he couldn't even pay respects to the hall, if he had the strength to consummate the house, he would be called a ghost.

He asked the system to report the time, and it was midnight.

Fang Zhuo yawned and didn't plan to wait any longer.He took off the things on his head and put them aside, undressed and prepared to go to bed, when he lowered his head, he saw the red bellyband embroidered with peonies in front of him.

It's hot now, and it's a little hot. He took off his bellyband and turned it over to put it on his stomach, so as not to catch cold. Soon there was a slight snoring sound in the room.

Outside the door, Sixi's eyes were shining brightly, without any sleepiness.

The breeze blows, and there is a burst of fragrance.

He drooped his head, drooped his eyelids, leaned back against the wall, and slid to the ground.

There was a shadow under the moonlight, someone pushed open the door and walked in sideways.

The candlelight flickered in the room, reflecting the man's face, it was the groom.

The groom stood in front of the table, narrowing his eyes slightly.

On the bed, the young man was wearing snow-white obscene trousers, his legs were spread apart, revealing his fair calves, and small flip-flops were casually placed on his stomach.

There were probably mosquitoes in the room. The young man snorted, raised his hand and scratched his belly, scratched again, and finally grabbed off the apron. His hand rested on his chest, and there was a small pink spot in front of his fingertips. beans.

The groom frowned, his stomach tightened.

He turned around abruptly and walked towards the closet without a sound. He was just about to open the closet door and was lurking to watch his big cock when he suddenly clucked.

Fang Zhuo scratched his chest and said vaguely, "Chicken, be quiet."

The big cock crowed louder.

Fang Zhuo pulled his hair and sat up, glaring and said, "Shut up, if you scream again, I will stew you."

big cock, "..."

The next day, Fang Zhuo slept until noon before waking up.

When I woke up, I heard chattering voices outside, the voices became sharper and louder, revealing deep dissatisfaction.

"I think he's deliberately throwing face at us, so the ghost didn't get up."

"Yes, let's wait here and see when he gets up."

"Sisters, it's almost time for dinner..."

"So what, ask the servant girl to move a table, and we'll eat here."

At this moment, the door opened, and Si Xi respectfully said, "Master, these people came here specially to say hello to you."

With the eyes of the four concubines, Qi Qi glanced at the young man standing at the door, and sneered secretly, it's not that much of a country.

Several people saluted, "Greetings to the princess."

Fang Zhuo waved his hand, "No."

He didn't let people into the house, but went out, sat at the stone table in the yard, the big rooster nestled quietly at his feet, and his two small eyes stared at several women aggressively.

The concubines didn't even bother to cover up, their dislike was clear on their faces.

The eyebrows of the two were tightly locked, and the two rolled their eyes to the sky. They didn't pay attention to the main palace that just passed the gate. Even the greeting this morning was just to see how seductive the man who can make the emperor marry him is. .

The result is a young man who has not reached the weak crown, huh.

The five of them competed secretly in silence until they heard a grunt, indicating that someone was hungry.

Fang Zhuo stroked his pet's feathers slowly, and said, "I think the girls are not very old, do you have any plans for the future?"

Can I have any plans to squeeze you out as a princess.

The four of them had the same dream, but they didn't say it out of the tacit understanding.

"No?" Fang Zhuo raised his eyebrows, "Let's all leave the palace then."

"Why did you let us leave?" No. [-] concubine said angrily, "We are all bestowed by the emperor."

Fang Zhuo stood up holding the big cock.

He was half a head taller than the girls, and he was blessed with a ferocious pet. His aura was so intimidating that the concubine took a step back in fright.

"Girl, you know very well in your heart that the emperor has a lot to do every day, and he won't take care of the prince's family affairs."

"And I'm also doing it for your own good. Don't you hear too many tragic stories in the palace compound? There's really no need to stay and waste your youth."

On the other end, the corner of the butler who had been guarding the gate of the courtyard twitched, called a guard, and said something.

The guard looked back at the smokeless war in the yard, and hurriedly ran towards the stable.

"Speaking is better than singing." Concubine No. [-] snorted coldly, "The prince told us to go, so we will go."

"Yes, we are going to find the prince now."

"Walk."

Fang Zhuo nodded, "Let's go then."

He has always felt that the relationship between King An and the emperor is quite fascinating. These women may be the eyeliner sent by the superiors. If this is the case, King An is afraid that he can get them away as soon as possible.

He did a good deed today, paving the way for the little girl.

A group of five people, including the accompanying maid, a total of more than a dozen people, came to another courtyard in a mighty manner.

From the courtyard gate to the outside of the room, there are guards with knives.

The guards didn't look sideways, but when Fang Zhuo passed by, they all greeted Fang Zhuo loudly.

Invisible pretense is the deadliest, he looked back at the few concubines behind him.

Sure enough, each face became uglier than the other, and the handkerchief in his hand was almost torn.

"How is the prince?" Fang Zhuo asked inside and outside the door.

The guard said, "My lord, my lord suddenly vomited blood last night, and I haven't woken up until now."

Fang Zhuo clenched his fists and said anxiously, "What did the doctor say?"

The guard looked away, distraught, "I'm afraid time is running out."

Fang Zhuo frowned, "Can I go in and see him?"

The guard quickly opened the door for him.

The room was filled with a strong smell of blood and herbs, and on the table facing the door, there were balls of blood-stained handkerchiefs.

This prince, who has never met, seems to be really dying.

On the right hand side, the bed curtain was lowered to completely cover the situation inside the bed, and a doctor stood beside him.

The doctor seems to have just finished the needle and is putting the silver needle into the needle bag.

Fang Zhuo stepped forward and asked, "How is the prince's body?"

The doctor sighed, "Prepare for the funeral."

So it is said that feudal superstition is unacceptable, and it does not work at all.

Behind them, a few concubines cried out hoarsely when they heard this.

How can I live without you, my lord can't leave me, please open your eyes and look at me...all acting skills.

The prince is about to die, Fang Zhuo will not make the situation worse, he insists on shaking him awake, and let him tell him to let the concubine out.

When someone dies, there is no need to rush, and the young ladies will leave naturally.

It's just that he has suffered, and he will be widowed at a young age, what a shame for him.

As soon as he was in a bad mood, Fang Zhuo thought of his brother An, and he had to find some comfort right away.

So he took his beloved pet who was catching bugs in the yard and went to the stable.

There was no one else in the stable except the groom, so it was a good time to talk to each other.

Fang Zhuo let the system give him an electric shock, he trembled, and his eyes immediately turned red.

He walked over with the big rooster in his arms, sat down on the edge of the manger, and shouted hoarsely, "Brother An, I'll bring you the chicken."

groom,"……"

The groom's expression remained unchanged, and he was diligently sweeping the stables.

Fang Zhuo turned his head to look at him, the groom was tall, probably taller than half of his head, when he bent over to clean, his back appeared wider, coupled with his powerful waist and long legs, it was simply amazing. .

"Brother An, have you heard that the prince is dying..."

The young man's voice was so sad that the groom had to stop his movements, straightened up and looked at him, his eyes were slightly cold, "Why can't the lord fail?"

"The doctor said that we can start preparing for the funeral." Fang Zhuo remembered that the groom was hired by the prince with a lot of money, and hurriedly said, "But don't worry, the horses in the palace will be returned to you, and the wages will be paid according to the prince's promise. You, just more and less."

The groom leaned on the broom by the manger, and chuckled with his mouth slanted, "It's quite loud."

Fang Zhuo frowned. He really wanted to tell the groom that all the belongings left by your lord will be mine in the future, and you will have no problem raising ten of them.

This is true, but when he said it, it seemed that he was a little greedy for money and very heartless.

Fang Zhuo said in a low voice, "I also see that you have raised the horse to be fat and strong. I sincerely hope that you will stay."

The groom didn't answer, but asked, "As far as I know, the princess's dowry is only 200 taels of silver."

Fang Zhuo didn't say a word, he should be the poorest official wife in the whole capital.

The groom continued, "My monthly salary is 50 taels, what will you do to keep me?"

50 for two months, his little money is only enough to pay four months' wages...

Damn, it's so expensive!

Fang Zhuo's eyes almost turned into copper bells, and he couldn't close his mouth in surprise.

The two looked at each other, and the groom quietly grabbed the young man's eyes, seemingly probing.

Fang Zhuo found that the man's eyes were very contradictory, one was like a dry well filled with stagnant water, the other was like a deep sea with hidden turbulence, two extremes.

These two contradictory emotions added a touch of mystery to that handsome face.

Fang Zhuo didn't pay attention, and said what was in his heart, "Has anyone ever told you that you look good?"

The groom looked gloomy and said mockingly, "Don't try to change the subject."

Tsk, I really don't understand the style.

Fang Zhuo curled his lips, his eyebrows lowered, "When the prince dies, all his property will be mine..."

A storm gradually gathered in the groom's eyes, and then he heard the young man say, "But I don't want these, I would rather he live well and live with me."

Fang Zhuo sniffed, pretending to be serious, "I just went to see him, his eyes were sunken, his skin was yellow, he was so haggard and haggard."

"Although we haven't met before, I really felt distressed at that moment. I can only say that the prince and I have no destiny..."

If you want to promote, suppress first, add oil and vinegar.

Fang Zhuo successfully portrayed himself as a loving, righteous and pitiful little widow who is about to take office.