Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Zhuo asked the system to turn off the live broadcast, and turned to ask the butler, "I remember last time you said that the groom was hired by the prince with a lot of money, where did he get it from?"

Steward, "I found it from the Great Northwest."

Fang Zhuo, "So far?"

"That's not it." The housekeeper said, "At the beginning, the prince was stationed in the northwest, and he had a relationship with the groom once, and they had a good chat. Therefore, before leaving the northwest, the prince specially asked someone to bring a letter, so that if he encountered difficulties, he could write to the capital. Palace."

"Three days before the prince was injured, he suddenly received a letter from him, and then he asked me to take him into the mansion." The housekeeper told the beginning and the end, this is a perfect story.

But Fang Zhuo still felt strange, "Brother An also raised horses before?"

The housekeeper nodded and said yes, "Why is the princess asking such a question?"

"I'm just asking casually." Fang Zhuo smiled, but didn't express his doubts.

This doubt is buried in my heart, and it only needs a little water to break through the ground.

When we returned to the yard, the meals had already been set.

Sixi conscientiously guarded the door, waiting for Fang Zhuo to enter the house before following him in.

He said, "Don't worry, young master, no one has passed our yard today."

Fang Zhuo handed him the chopsticks, "Let's eat."

Sixi smiled and narrowed her eyes, "Okay."

While Fang Zhuo was eating, he observed that Sixi's eating style was not ugly, but the grilled rice was a bit brutal, and he never dropped a single grain of rice.

He propped his chin and looked at it for a while, then asked, "Sixi, what do you think a groom who works all day should eat?"

Sixi was taken aback, "Young master, have you forgotten the one from the previous mansion?"

Fang Zhuo searched in his memory, but he really didn't remember it, so he shook his head.

Sixi put the last bite of rice into her mouth, wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and said, "He eats every meal with such a big bowl."

He compared the size with his hands, and continued, "The amount of food is three times that of mine. Don't mention the appearance, every meal is like a starving ghost reincarnated. The main reason is that the horse eats grass when there is nothing to do, and pulls a lot. , in order to reduce the smell of the stables, the grooms have to clean them every once in a while, which takes a lot of energy, but it’s hard work.”

Fang Zhuo was thoughtful, and recalled the food box that the butler was carrying, just looking at it was very important.

He asked the system, "Has the groom finished all the meals?"

233 said a little reluctantly, "...It's over."

"Is it clean?"

"clean."

From this point of view, the appetite should not be small, but the appearance of eating is not related to the ordinary groom described by Sixi, it is too gentle.

And the ribs...

Just thinking about it makes Fang Zhuo salivate, he really wants to eat meat.

"Then Sixi, who do you think in our mansion would dare to get dirty at this time?"

Sixi propped her chin, her eyes rolled around, "No one would dare, as a princess, you are a vegetarian every day."

The prince died, and all the people in the mansion became vegetarians for seven consecutive days.

So what is the origin of the groom?

The doubts in Fang Zhuo's heart, like a ball of yarn, rolled bigger and bigger.

Except for His Majesty the Emperor, anyone who is in the palace should abide by the rules of the palace.

And the rules of the palace are King An, and now that King An is dead, Fang Zhuo is the rule, how awesome is the groom, he can actually overcome these two high walls and let the housekeeper personally deliver vegetables and meat.

Fang Zhuo frowned, and asked in his heart, "What is the background of the groom?"

233 said, "No comment."

Fang Zhuo continued to speculate on his own, "I guess he is either on the same level as Xiao Xin, or his status is more noble than the prince. The only person who is more noble than the prince is the emperor..."

He had seen the emperor, no matter the height or appearance, he was very different from the groom.

So the groom is a prince?

Fang Zhuo was stunned by his guess, "Damn it, Brother San, the protagonist is a prince?"

233 said nothing.

The system didn't speak, Fang Zhuo took it as his acquiescence, and searched in his mind, "There are nine princes in Dayuan, and after King An passed away, there are still eight...so the groom is one of them?"

233 paused and snorted.

"What do you mean?" Fang Zhuo was puzzled, "As far as I know, there is no surname An among princes with different surnames, so the groom's surname is fake?"

233 said, "I don't know."

Fang Zhuo said, "Then can you show me the photos of the eight princes?"

233 sent a set of pictures, and Fang Zhuo looked at them with hot eyes.

This ancient portrait is really... so abstract.

Fang Zhuo said, "It's not a portrait, it's a photo. Do you have any photos?"

233 said, "No."

Fang Zhuo had a mouthful of old blood choked in his throat, forget it, as long as he knew he was a prince.

It's just that I haven't heard of any prince summoned by the emperor to return to Beijing recently, so this one came back secretly...

My mother, returning to the capital privately is a serious crime of beheading!

Fang Zhuo was taken aback. According to the routine of TV dramas, this kind of behavior generally indicates usurpation of the throne.

That's why the old man in the palace was suddenly transferred to another courtyard, in case someone recognized the prince and leaked the news.In order to conceal his identity, the prince committed himself to living in the stable, pretending to be an ordinary groom.

Fang Zhuo asked, "Am I guessing right?"

"Half." 233 was actually stunned by his inner guess.

It's no wonder that a small rib can trigger such a big brainstorm in the host. No wonder the host said before that people depend on food.

Fang Zhuo clicked his tongue, and automatically rounded half to the whole.

He specially dispatches cheats to the protagonist, and he will unconditionally support whatever the protagonist wants to do, even if it is treason.

Bah, there is no bullshit conspiracy.

As the protagonist, the groom must be very upright in his three views, and he will never do things that are disobedient.

If he really wanted to usurp the throne, he must have been pushed into a hurry, so he had to send the plug-in as soon as possible.

When the groom ascends the throne, he will be a great hero, hehe.

Sixi looked at her young master in horror, "Master, are you alright?"

Fang Zhuo grinned and said, "What can I do?"

Sixi pointed at his mouth, "You smile so scary."

Only then did Fang Zhuo realize that he was laughing like a fool.

He tried his best to close his mouth that was so happy, and slapped Sixi's hand away, "Take the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen, and come out with me later."

Sixi bit her lip and said in a low voice, "Master, the prince has been dead for less than seven days and cannot go out."

Fang Zhuo was stunned, and then remembered that these seven days are the filial piety period.

Dayuan was fairly civilized, and there was no rigid rule that one had to observe filial piety for three years, but within seven days of relatives, one was not allowed to wear brightly colored clothes, to participate in any entertainment activities, and not to eat meat.

After these seven days, if you want to remarry or go back to your natal family, it's up to you.

Fang Zhuo's hands were counting under the table, rounding up, there are still six days left.

Sixi saw that his face was ashen, and his voice became cautious, "Master, what do you want to do when you go out?"

Of course, it's a toothbrush to celebrate a bright future.

Fang Zhuo was disheartened and waved his hands weakly, "It's okay, let's talk about it after a few days."

In the next few days, Fang Zhuo began to follow the housekeeper to get familiar with the big and small affairs of the palace, piles of numbers squeezed into his mind, and he was so busy that he didn't have time to find his mighty and majestic brother An.

In fact, at the beginning, the butler didn't like this male concubine, but after getting along with her, he felt that she was quite easy-going and out of air.

After all, this is just a poor man who was harmed by innocence, a victim of politics.

Thinking about it this way, his attitude towards Fang Zhuo became more accommodating, and his eyes were more loving and loving.

Fang Zhuo was often horrified by him, and his hand trembled unconsciously when he looked at the account book, "Housekeeper, after tonight, the filial piety period will end, can I go out to the mansion tomorrow?"

The butler said, "Okay, I'll arrange it tomorrow morning..."

Fang Zhuo politely refused, "No, I just want to relax, as long as Sixi follows me, by the way, I will use the horse in the stable tomorrow."

The steward's expression froze. As the saying goes, a war horse is the second wife of a soldier. That bloody horse followed the prince to fight everywhere, and even pretended to be a groom to take care of it all day long. It shows how caring it is.

He really didn't dare to do this, for fear of being hacked by his prince.

Seeing that the housekeeper looked wrong, Fang Zhuo asked, "What?"

The housekeeper hesitated to speak, and shook his head, "You have to ask the groom yourself about this."

Fang Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly. It seemed that the horse did not belong to the palace, but the mysterious prince's own mount. No wonder he took care of it so carefully.

He couldn't wish for it, but the other party didn't want it, "All right, I'll ask myself later."

As soon as the butler left, Fang Zhuo stood by the window. The sky has been gloomy for several days in a row, it's time for rain.

Sixi saw that his expression was wrong, "Master, what are you looking at?"

"I didn't look at anything." Fang Zhuo looked around, but he didn't see the big baby, "Where's the chicken?"

Sixi pursed her lips, "I ran to the stable by myself."

The chicken cub probably developed a relationship with the BMW, and he can find it by himself without the need for the owner to send it off in person for a few days.

For this reason, Fang Zhuo asked Sixi to make a small cloth bag and hang it around his neck.

There are whole grains in the cloth bag, as well as some torn vegetable leaves, which the groom will take off for him when he arrives at the stable, and he will peck and eat it himself when he is hungry.

Such a well-behaved and smart big rooster is simply unheard of, and it doesn't come from anywhere. Some people even say that the chicken cub is the reincarnation of King An.

Fang Zhuo almost died laughing after hearing this. If Wang An knew, he might not even be able to hold the coffin boards down.

King An really didn't know, the housekeeper didn't dare to tell him, for fear that the prince would be furious and punish him as well.

Fang Zhuo rubbed his chin and decided to go to the stables, but before he arrived, he heard the crowing of chicken cubs.

The cry dragged on for a long time, it was extremely miserable, Fang Zhuo quickened his pace unknowingly, and when he got closer, he found that the groom and the chicken cub were fighting wits and courage.

After the chicken cub became a regular visitor to the stable, the groom resisted the urge to pluck it and stew it, so he built a small chicken coop for it.

Usually thrown in, it stays in there obediently, and today for some reason, it refuses to go in, and when it is in a hurry, it turns its head and pecks, very vicious.

The groom is used to being a superior person, how could he be bullied by a chicken, he immediately became angry.

So Fang Zhuo saw this scene.

"Brother An." Fang Zhuo shouted, obviously seeing the man who had already grabbed the chicken wings, his back froze for a moment, as if he was a little embarrassed.

The groom loosened the chicken and turned around with his usual expression.

"What is the princess doing?"

Fang Zhuo squatted down and touched the chicken cub's head, and asked, "Is it disobedient again?"

The groom pursed his lips, and his eyes fell on the bun on the young man's head, which was simply tied with a ribbon.

It was only then that they realized that the two hadn't seen each other for several days.

The groom's fingers behind his back moved slightly, and said softly, "It's okay."

Fang Zhuo nodded, carried the chicken cubs to the chicken coop, just after throwing them in, the little thing ran out on the chicken legs, unwilling to stay in the nest anyway.

Because chickens do not have sweat glands, they are very afraid of heat, and it is generally stuffy before it rains, especially in the chicken coop.

At this time, even with a stick, it may not be possible to drive the chicken into the nest.

It seems that it is really going to rain, but I don't know when it will rain.

Fang Zhuo prayed sincerely, God, you must help me, don't download it tonight, I will go out tomorrow, it doesn't matter if it rains hail.

He put down the chicken cubs, walked to the stable, raised his hand hesitantly, and landed on the sweaty horse's head.

The hair is smooth and feels great.

Seeing that the BMW did not resist or reject, Fang Zhuo rubbed his palm lightly a few times, then turned to ask the groom, "Brother An, I will use this horse tomorrow."

The groom's expressionless face was suddenly tense, as if he had been violated in some way.

Fang Zhuo noticed that the muscles on the man's arms were tensed, and he suppressed his fear and said, "I want to go outside the city to relax tomorrow."

The groom didn't speak.

Fang Zhuo pinched his palms hard, forcing himself not to show timidity, "If you are worried, why don't you come with me tomorrow? I just need a driver."

The groom narrowed his eyes slightly, this person didn't show up for a few days, and if he showed up, he would try to trick his beloved horse, it was quite courageous.

With the man's silence, the air gradually solidified.

The coachman must be turned out together. Fang Zhuo quietly clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and blurted out, "I am your master."

The coachman's eyes turned cold, his lips parted, and he said a word, "Yes."

Fang Zhuo didn't feel the joy of being in control at all, and his heart was full of fear.

He only dared to show off his prestige because the other party could not reveal his identity now.After the special period is over, maybe this big brother will punish him.

It's useless to think about the future. What Fang Zhuo is most worried about now is tonight, the first seven nights of returning to the soul.

It is said that on the seventh night after a person dies, he will return to the place where he died, and Xiao Xin died in his own room.

So in the evening, the housekeeper took someone to clean the inside and outside of the house, sprinkled some lime powder on the ground, and placed rice and chopsticks.

After that, everyone was asked to avoid it, and repeatedly told them not to leave the room no matter what sound they heard.

Not only did Fang Zhuo not go out of the room, he didn't even dare to get out of the quilt, covering himself tightly with the quilt, and asked Sixi to light the candlestick together.

Sixi followed him on the bed, wrapped in another quilt.

"Master, have you heard one thing?"

Fang Zhuo asked with a trembling voice, "What?"

"It is said that on the night of returning to the soul, the dead will really come back, that's why the housekeeper sprinkled lime. If you don't believe me, go and see tomorrow morning, there must be footprints on it." Sixi lowered her head slightly when she said that, The voice was very low, and there was an inexplicable sense of gloom.

Fang Zhuo slapped him on the forehead, and said, "What nonsense, there are no ghosts in this world."

Sixi was wronged, "It's true, I've heard of it before..."

Fang Zhuo glared fiercely, "Shut up."

Sixi has a flat mouth.

The wind was extremely strong that night, and it was blowing past the window like someone was crying.

With such a strong wind, I don't know if the groom's thatched shed can withstand it.

Fang Zhuo asked the system, "Brother An's house didn't collapse, did it?"

233 sent him a live broadcast, and the thatched cottage was also brightly lit.

The man was sitting at the table at this moment, looking down at something by the candlelight, like a letter.

A guard passed by the stable and came to the thatched cottage, holding this cloak in his hand.

Fang Zhuo watched as he knocked on the door and walked in, handed over the cloak, the groom took it, said a few words, the guard saluted with fists, and retreated.

It can be said to be quite stylish.

After the guards left, the man hung the letter over the flame to ignite it, burned it, and then blew out the candle.

The thatched cottage suddenly fell into darkness. Fang Zhuo stared at it for a long time before he vaguely saw the man lying on the bed with his hands folded on his chest, looking a little cold.

He lifted the quilt and got off the bed, Sixi suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him, "Master, what's wrong?"

Fang Zhuo stuffed the chicken cub who was also awakened into his arms, "Keep an eye on it, don't let him follow me. I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back soon."

"But the housekeeper said that you can't go out tonight, so you are not afraid, and you are not afraid to see..."

Fang Zhuo was pretending to be calm, afraid of hearing that word, he hurriedly shouted, "Shut up."

Sixi pursed her lips, "How about I come with you."

"No need." After Fang Zhuo finished speaking, he opened the cabinet and took out a quilt, hugged him in his arms, opened the door, and walked out against the wind.

Tonight is a bit unusual, there is not a single night guard in the yard, the lanterns are swaying in the wind, the candles inside are flickering, silence and darkness lurk in every corner, as if silently reminding unknown dangers.

Fang Zhuo's footsteps were swallowed by the howling wind, and he arrived at the stable in a few moments.

He stood outside the thatched hut and knocked several times, but no one answered.

Fang Zhuo asked, "Is the groom not here?"

"Not here." 233 paused and reminded, "Go back, it's not safe outside tonight."

Hearing this, Fang Zhuo didn't dare to wait any longer, and ran wildly, but stopped suddenly when he was about to reach his small courtyard, and several figures appeared on the roof to the northeast of him. .

He squatted down immediately like a conditioned reflex, hugged the quilt and hid in the grass.

Those few people jumped up and down on the roof, and entered Xiao Xin's yard within a few strokes.

Fang Zhuo got up and wanted to call for someone, but saw a few men in black jumping from the roof and entering Xiao Xin's yard, this should be another group of people.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of fighting was heard, and it was obvious that the guards of the palace had discovered them.

He stooped a little bit closer, leaned against the wall and poked out half of his head. Sure enough, he saw that the man in black was surrounded, and he was obviously invincible, and he soon lost the wind.

It was the first time Fang Zhuo saw the real version of the sword facing each other, he was unconsciously fascinated, and sat down cross-legged.

The man in black had already been pressed by the guards with their swords, and he knelt down to the ground.

Tonight is the first seven, that's right, it's also a trap, when Xiao Xin died, the tiger amulet that commanded the three armies disappeared, the emperor was in a hurry, and sent someone to visit the palace at night.

At the same time, the one who colluded with the empire was also in a hurry, so taking advantage of the slack in the palace tonight, let people confirm whether Xiao Xin is really dead. If he is dead, he can notify the other side to send troops.

None of the two parties expected that they would be caught without any information being revealed.

As the saying goes, the more you know, the sooner you will die, Fang Zhuo's point is over, and he doesn't plan to continue spying.

His legs were a little numb, and he moved a few steps while leaning on the wall, when he suddenly heard someone calling him, "Princess."

The butler stood under a tree without making a sound, and he didn't know how long he had been here, "You are so late, what are you doing in the prince's yard?"

Listen to the tone, the question is questioning, the questioning is gloomy, and the visitor is not kind.

Fang Zhuo sneered, "Housekeeper, I'll just come out for convenience."

The butler came over, grabbed his arm without saying a word, and slashed down with a hand knife.

For a moment, Fang Zhuo was so painful that tears almost burst out.

It really hurts.

Before he was completely unconscious, he saw a tall man coming from the front, it was a groom.

His first instinct told him that this person was definitely not here to save him.

The second instinct told him that tomorrow's date might be ruined.