Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

In this regard, Zhao Yian released a total of two tasks.

The first main task is to save Xiao's life, and the merit reward will be [-] points.

The second main task is to avenge him, the merit reward is [-] points, and the completion of the task depends on Zhao Yi'an's satisfaction.

It has been 15 years in Guangde, and in two days Song Guogong Zhao Lingwu will command an army to conquer the Tatars. Five years later, Zhao Yijing will return with Xing Xiaoya.

At that time, Meng Zezhi was only seventeen years old, and he was just a big concubine in the backyard of the Duke of Song's mansion who had no birth mother to take care of him and was in an embarrassing situation. As the saying goes, people speak lightly, so it is indeed very difficult to complete these two tasks.

But it's not impossible.

He is not capable, but there is one person who must have.

One must know that for today, Meng Zezhi has been dormant for five full years.

Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi lowered his eyebrows and said, "Nurse, didn't the sewing room deliver a new robe a few days ago. I want to wear it to Huguo Temple."

"A new robe?" He Shi was a little embarrassed. It was a brocade dress that cost 300 taels of silver a piece. Although it was left over from the year before last, she originally wanted to save it for Meng Zezhi to wear on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet. of.

It's not that the Xiao family treats the concubine harshly. According to the rules of the Duke's Mansion, each concubine is matched with a nurse, a maid, and a servant.The monthly money is two taels of silver, and there are two clothes for the season.Two catties of meat per day, three catties of vegetables, half a catty of tofu, three catties of rice, two catties of white flour, two liang of sugar, charcoal (two catties in summer and five catties in winter), four candles, and two liang of tea per month—these can be It also includes the rations of the maids and servants who follow them.

On this basis, the aunt's share is doubled, the son's share is five times, and the wife's share is six times.

Of course, even though it is stipulated in this way on the surface, this person is different, and the things he gets are naturally different.Taking meat as an example, Meng Zezhi eats pork and fish the most every day. In the main room, chicken, duck, mutton... It is not a problem to change the way to eat, and beef is also often eaten.

Another example is tea. What Meng Zezhi received was two taels of silver a catty of old tea, but the tea in the main room was all tribute tea from the palace.

Not to mention that Xiao's family and those aunts are more or less holding some dowry or private property in their hands, and life can't be more nourishing.

That is to say, Meng Zezhi, if he lives with this monthly routine, he will inevitably be stretched.

It's just that He Shi thought about it, it's rare to go out, if she doesn't dress better, her young master will be laughed at by other young masters again.

"It's time to dress up and let the Duke take a good look... The Duke is going on an expedition, and he doesn't know when he will be back..." He babbled.

Meng Zezhi smiled and said nothing.

He wanted to wear new clothes, but he simply thought that today was a good day and fit the occasion.

When we arrived at the place, the people had almost arrived.

Song Guogong Zhao Lingwu’s backyard is not insignificant. There are eleven aunts (concubines) who are still alive on the register. They were rewarded by the emperor, given by fawning people, exchanged with friends and colleagues, and bought from the Goulan courtyard. ... Everything that one expects to find, let alone those maids who have no name or distinction.

These aunts gave birth to Zhao Lingwu's fourteen concubine sons and six concubine daughters, and the youngest one was just able to walk on the ground.

Because Zhao Lingwu and Zhao Yijing were about to go to the Tatars soon, and since they were praying for the soldiers who went to the expedition, it was natural that the whole family would go out for such a big event.

As a result, the streets outside the gate of the mansion were crowded with servants and carriages.

He Shi looked at the beautifully dressed aunts in front of him, and at the young masters who were well-dressed and energetic, and couldn't help but rejoice that he didn't really let Meng Zezhi go out in old clothes.

Song Guogong Zhao Lingwu came late, followed by Xiao Shi and Zhao Yijing.

Zhao Lingwu just celebrated his fiftieth birthday last year. He is tall and handsome, with a small goatee on his chin. He may have been in a high position for a long time, and he is dignified.

Xiao's age is a little younger than him, around 42, she looks very peaceful, because of proper maintenance, the years have not left too many marks on her body.

The most dazzling of the three is Zhao Yijing, who is 23 years old this year, with a stalwart figure, bronze complexion, and clear facial features like a sculpture, perfectly inheriting Zhao Lingwu's appearance.He wears a jade hairpin in a bun, and is wearing an aloes-colored cloud-patterned golden silk robe, with a white jade belt around his waist and a piece of beautiful jade tied on the lower left side of the jade belt. For the convenience of riding a horse, he wears a pair of white deerskin boots.

His high-spirited appearance instantly turned the other people present into green leaves.

Zhao Yikang's face darkened, and he snorted softly. It was Aunt Xu who was beside him who saw this and gave him a hand. Then he curled his lips and put away the dissatisfaction on his face.

Zhao Yijing saw it in his eyes, a sneer flashed across his face, and he was as motionless as a mountain.

—— Zhao Yijing used to have a fiancée, and the woman was the prostitute of the Runan Hou family, who was only two months younger than Zhao Yijing.The two families made a baby marriage since they were young, and they agreed to get married when Zhao Yijing turned 16.

As a result, just after Zhao Yijing was 16 years old, the woman's family died one after another on the back foot, grandparents, uncles, and biological mothers.In the end, after guarding and guarding, the woman was gone.

In this way, Zhao Yijing became a real old leftover man.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Zhao Yijing is still a young chicken.As far as Meng Zezhi knew, the Xiao family had released Zhao Yijing in his room when he was 15 years old, and the four maids beside him were all to be raised as aunts after the mistress came in.

Meng Zezhi has always wondered what kind of mentality it is for the heroines in those romance novels to despise the heroine as a rotten cucumber, and at the same time, go all out to get close to people.

Wait, this is the wrong focus——

One can imagine what kind of storm it will be when Xing Xiaoya enters the gate of the Duke's mansion.

Everyone saluted one after another: "Father, Mrs. Grandpa, Brother..."

Song Guogong nodded slightly: "Is everyone here?"

The butler immediately bowed and said, "My lord, everything is here."

"Let's go then."

With that said, under the guidance of the servants, Song Guogong and Zhao Yijing got on their horses.

Meng Zezhi got into a sedan chair with the nurse, and the maid Ning Dong followed outside.

An hour and a half later, the mighty team finally arrived at Huguo Temple.

The host personally went to the gate of the mountain to greet him.

After worshiping the Buddha, Song Guogong stood up, waved his big hand, gave up 8000 taels of sesame oil money, and gave the host another 2000 taels, and asked for [-] sticks of tower incense, and asked someone to watch it specially, one stick after another. until he was done fighting.

Xiao followed suit with 3000 taels, and helped Zhao Yijing give 1000 taels.

When I came to a group of aunts and concubines, except for Aunt Xu's family of four who gave away 500 taels, the rest ranged from tens of taels to hundreds of taels.

Meng Zezhi looked helpless.

He is a Taoist, and now he is prostrating himself to Buddha.

But there is no way to do it, who told him to use other people's feng shui treasure land now.

Thinking of this, he took a bulging purse from the wet nurse He Shi, and threw it into the merit box next to the altar.

After finishing these, Song Guogong and his son were invited by the host to drink tea in the Zen room, and everyone dispersed after seeing this.

"Ma'am, I heard from the monks in the temple that the osmanthus flowers on the mountain behind the temple are blooming, why don't we go and have a look?" Madam Zheng said while helping Mrs. Xiao to go out.

Mrs. Xiao reached out to touch the eyelid of her left eye, and frowned slightly: "Madam Zheng, since I entered the Huguo Temple, my eyelid has been twitching non-stop. What do you think is the matter?"

Madam Zheng looked up at her, with a surprised look on her face: "Ma'am, this is a good thing. Isn't it often said among the people that the left eye jumps auspiciously, and the right eye jumps badly? Maybe this is God's reminder. It will come back victorious."

"That's for sure." Xiao said immediately.

It's just that even though he said so, Xiao Shi held his tight chest, and still felt that something was wrong.

It can be seen that Mrs. Xiao is not in the state, the corner of Mama Zheng's eyes glanced at the lottery booth not far away, and her eyes lit up: "Madam, why don't we go ask for a lottery."

"Alright." Xiao Shi nodded.

The two immediately walked to the booth.

"Amitabha." The old monk in front of the booth bowed and shouted the Buddha's name.

"Master." Xiao clasped his hands together and returned the salute.

"Please, benefactor."

Xiao immediately picked up the stick, shook it a few times, and a bamboo stick fell out.

I only saw the words "Shangshang, Eight" written on the bamboo stick.

Xiao's face relaxed, he picked up the bamboo stick and handed it to the old monk.

The old monk didn't ask Xiao what he was asking for, and directly found a signature from the cabinet behind him according to the number on the bamboo stick and handed it to Xiao.

Xiao took it and looked at it: "Work hard to succeed, and wait until the flowers bloom with a gust of wind; I have to borrow light from Xi Jun, and look east for a branch of red."

Signing the letter means that hard work is in vain, and disaster is coming. Fortunately, with the help of noble people, there is still a glimmer of life.

Xiao recited the signature again silently. She was startled and couldn't hide her doubts on her face. How could such a signature be the top one? She looked up at the old monk, but the moment she met the old monk's eyes, the world spun— —

"Mother, a tiger's poison does not eat its offspring. Even if you don't like Xiaoya, the child in her womb is your own grandson. Why do you want to hurt her over and over again..."

Xiao Shi, who managed to regain his composure, opened his eyes and saw her precious son burst into tears, his eyes were wide open, and his entire face was flushed purple.

Xiao Shi was immediately stunned, and the next moment, memories flooded into her sea of ​​consciousness like a tide.

"Your Majesty, what nonsense are you talking about?" Madam Zheng glared, and Zhao Yijing could not help but believe that it was her wife who had harmed Xing Xiaoya. His attitude was really chilling.

"Madam stayed up all night last night, and only went to sleep at dawn. The old slave couldn't bear to wake her up, so he didn't announce. The old slave also told Mrs. Shizi the truth, and persuaded her to go back several times. It was she who insisted on staying. Waiting for Madam to wake up in the yard, and told us not to wake Madam. Now that something happened to her, Madam has to be blamed..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yijing slapped Madam Zheng to the ground with a slap. He opened his eyes angrily, and pointed at Madam Zheng: "But Xiaoya's original words were clearly after you went to inform her, saying that she was asking her to wait a moment." For a while, Madam was washing up. As a result, she waited for more than an hour, and you just let her stand in the ice and snow, no matter what. In the end, she said lightly that Madam fell asleep again, and sent her away."

"She's talking nonsense." Madam Zheng covered her face with a look of urgency, and then suddenly realized: "She must have wanted to take revenge on Madam, so she deliberately framed her, poisonous woman, poisonous woman..."

Zhao Yijing smiled angrily: "You mean, Xiaoya would not hesitate to take advantage of the child in her belly just for the trivial matter of the past, do you believe it?"

Mother Zheng hesitated for a moment, and then she looked determined: "If it is someone else, I don't believe it, but if it is Xing Xiaoya, I believe it. My son, Madam is your own mother, how can you not believe her?"

"How do you want me to believe her? Have you forgotten how Xiaoya lost her first child?" Zhao Yijing growled with red eyes.

When Xing Xiaoya had an accident back then, he was the one who made people hide the truth of the matter in order to take revenge on Mrs. Xiao.So not many people knew the truth of the matter, even Xiao himself thought that she had treated Xing Xiaoya harshly, which caused Xing Xiaoya to miscarry.

Later, as expected, Xiao was sent to the Buddhist hall by Song Guogong.

Madam Zheng paused: "This, this is not..."

Zhao Yijing said angrily: "It's all here, and you still want to quibble, come here, pull them out, beat them, beat them hard until they are willing to tell the truth."

After finishing speaking, a team of nurses rushed in, grabbed the maids present and dragged them to the bench in the yard, and beat them hard.

The screams were endless.

"what……"

"Madam... help, Madam..."

At this moment, Xiao Shi finally regained his senses. She forgot about Huguo Temple, forgot to sign the paper, and completely substituted herself into the role of "Xiao Shi".

She staggered out of the room, saw the scene in the yard, and was furious: "What are you doing?"

The two nurses stretched out their hands to stop her expressionlessly.

Zhao Yijing was unmoved.

Seeing that Nanny Zheng's voice was getting weaker and weaker, Xiao's whole body was in a mess, tears streaming down his face: "Zhao Yijing, if you still recognize me as your mother, let them go."

Hearing this, Zhao Yijing's body trembled.

At this moment, someone finally couldn't help but said: "Stop beating, stop beating, I said, I said..."

Xiao's expression froze.

The maid was immediately dragged to Zhao Yijing by the nurse.

She was out of breath, with snot and tears all over her face: "When Mrs. Shizi came, Madam said, if it wasn't for this village woman, how could Shizi be divorced from her... How could she, a majestic Mrs. of the Duke's Mansion, fall? At this point...she still dares to send it to your door, so let her stay in the yard, it's best to freeze to death..."

Hearing this, Zhao Yijing's body was shaking.

"She, she's talking nonsense..." Madam Zheng shouted in pain with the last of her strength.

Before Xiao Shi came back to his senses, Song Guogong, who did not know when he would be there, looked downcast. He looked at Xiao Shi: "You let me down so much."

These words were said to Xiao Shi on the surface, but actually they were said to Zhao Yijing.

He is the one who sees the most thoroughly in this mansion, after all, all these evil debts are caused by him.He also knew that Zhao Yijing was forcing the palace against him because he was dissatisfied with him letting Xiao Shi out of the Buddhist hall. moved his hands.If word of this got out and he was labeled as unfilial, it would be the end of his life.

If this is the case, then the people in the courtyard will not be able to stay.

He took Zhao Yijing's side as a matter of course. After all, he had had many women, but he only had one son that he liked.

He also felt guilty, but it's just that things have come to this point, it doesn't matter whether he feels guilty or not.

Seeing Song Guogong, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, Xiao's eyes suddenly shot out a light, but before she could speak, Song Guogong said: "Come here, send your wife to the family temple."

Hearing this, Mrs. Xiao felt as if struck by lightning, her vision went dark, and she passed out.

The author has something to say:

Little Zisu (looking at Meng Zezhi's lower body): I swear I never disliked it.