Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

"Ma'am, why are you crying?" Madam Zheng said in surprise.

Xiao subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the corner of his eyes, his hands were moist.

She regained her composure, only to realize that a corner of the messy dilapidated temple had turned into a corner of the majestic Daxiong Palace, and the corner of the quilt she was pinching in her left hand had turned into an autograph.

Is it a dream?

But it's too real.

If it wasn't a dream—

Xiao looked down at the signature in his hand: "Working hard to succeed, wait until the flowers bloom with a gust of wind; I have to rely on Xijun lightly, and hope that there will be a branch of red in the east."

She couldn't help but put this signature on herself in the 'dream'.

The previous sentence said that she was conscientious in managing the backyard of the Duke's Mansion, and only hoped that the IKEA and IKEA rooms would make her son a success.As a result, the mother-in-law looked on coldly, and the husband was cold and indifferent by nature, and the son he had spoiled for more than 20 years was not only not his own, but also tried his best to kill her.

As for Xi Jun in the last sentence, recalling what happened in the "dream" just now, she couldn't help turning her head to look at the third Buddha not far away, either graceful or kind-looking—

At this moment, a middle-aged monk came in in a hurry, stood still in front of the lottery booth, put his hands together, bowed and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk suddenly suffered from abdominal pain, that's why he left for a while. The female benefactor has been waiting for a long time. Are the two female benefactors asking for a signature? Eh—"

The eyes of the three people immediately fell on the signature in Xiao's hand in unison.

Madam Zheng subconsciously looked behind the middle-aged monk, and there were no old monks around.

Xiao Shi was obviously aware of this too. She was stunned for a moment, with her mouth half-opened, she only said, "Master, you have been managing this booth all this time?"

"Exactly." The middle-aged monk suppressed the doubts in his heart and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's not a dream, it's really not a dream..." Mrs. Xiao grabbed onto Nanny Zheng's hand and staggered to stand firm, as if a thunderbolt from the blue had hit her head, or someone had poured cold water from head to toe. I lost consciousness all over my body.

Sadness, hatred, confusion... Various emotions were intertwined in her heart.

"Ma'am, what's the matter with you, Ma'am?" Seeing Mrs. Xiao's precarious appearance, Madam Zheng said urgently, "Ma'am, you can't do anything wrong. The purpose of our coming to the Huguo Temple at this moment is for the people who are about to go to the Tatars." The soldiers pray, if something happens to you in the Huguo Temple at this juncture, won’t it hurt the morale of the soldiers if it spreads out?”

Xiao Shi suddenly regained his composure.

Mother Zheng is right, at this juncture, she can't be confused, let alone rush to conclusions.

What if, what if it is really a dream!

She couldn't help feeling lucky.

With great difficulty, she suppressed the complicated emotions in her heart, took a quick breath, and then tried to maintain a calm tone, and said slowly: "Mother Zheng, didn't you just say that the osmanthus flowers on the mountain behind the monastery are blooming?"

Mother Zheng knew what to ask and what not to ask, so she just followed Xiao's words: "Yes, the monks in the temple said that it is in full swing!"

"Then let's go and have a look too!" Xiao Shi picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes, a decent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he instantly returned to his former graceful and luxurious appearance.

"Eh."

On the other side, in a corner of the rockery in the back garden, Meng Zezhi sat cross-legged on the ground, raised his left hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and muttered something.

In the next second, there was a puffing sound, and a flame suddenly burst out from a grass figure in a monk's robe standing in front of him, followed by the whole grass figure burning.

Meng Zezhi suddenly opened his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

You're done!

At this moment, Meng Zezhi heard the sound of hurried footsteps, he stood up immediately, and patted the dust off his body casually.

It wasn't He Shi who came here. Seeing Meng Zezhi, she couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief and quickened her pace: "Master, why did you come here? It's easy for me to find."

"I don't know, I just walked here."

As if remembering something, Meng Zezhi took a step back calmly, and stepped on the ashes that were still glowing with sparks.

"It's almost noon, young master, are you hungry too?"

"kind of."

"Then let's go back to the main hall and wait... I heard that the vegetarian restaurant in Huguo Temple is very good, even the master chef in Xichun Tower can't compare."

"is it?"

……

As the voice got farther and farther away, an old monk with white eyebrows came out from behind the rockery. His eyes fell on a handful of black ash at his feet, and then he looked up at the cloudless sky. Two minutes late.

He sighed slightly, with a distant voice: "The sky is going to change!"

Xiao Shi, who returned to the Duke's Mansion, endured for three days and handled everything in an orderly manner. In the eyes of outsiders, she was still the dignified and elegant Mrs. Duke of the Duke, and there was nothing wrong with her.

Seeing this, Meng Zezhi was in awe, as expected, he couldn't underestimate the acting skills and scheming of a woman who had struggled in the backyard of the dignified Duke's mansion for decades.

Song Guogong and Zhao Yijing led the army to leave the capital, and Xiao Shi fell ill on the back foot.

She was very ill, and the whole Duke's mansion was filled with a layer of bitterness of medicinal juice.

The scene of Madam Zheng being executed with a stick, the dark life in the family temple, the pain that pierced the bone marrow when Caishikou was pressed to the ground and severely beaten... and Zhao Yijing's ugly face, all these scenes are in Xiao's mind Repeat, linger, linger.

"Ma'am, it's time to drink the medicine." Madam Zheng scooped up the medicine with a spoon and brought it to Xiao's mouth with a haggard face.

After drinking a bowl of concoction, she drowsily remembered the business, she managed to pull herself together, and said weakly: "Xiqin, help me up."

"Yes." The eldest maid Shiqin immediately stepped forward to help her sit up.

"You all go down, Madam Zheng, you stay, I have something to ask you." Xiao said weakly.

"Yes."

After all the servants in the room retreated, Madam Zheng said, "Ma'am?"

Panting lightly, with sunken eyes and a pale face, Xiao said, "Madam Zheng, I remember that you have a son who is in charge of the cloth village in the mansion."

Although Madam Zheng didn't understand why Mrs. Xiao asked such a question, she still replied, "It's my youngest son."

Madam Zheng is very proud of this son. He has been clever since he was a child. Before he was 30 years old, he had already become the steward of the cloth factory, and supervised a dyeing workshop and two garment shops.Of course, there are more or less cares given by the madam for her sake.

"You call him here, I have two things for him to do."

At this moment, Xiao Shi can rest assured that these old servants left to her by her father.

"Hey." Madam Zheng didn't ask any more questions, she just sent someone to call her youngest son over.

"lady."

Madam Zheng's youngest son was named Ji Guyang, and he knelt down for Mrs. Xiao as soon as he entered the door.

Seeing this, Madam Zheng retreated immediately, not forgetting to close the door behind her.

Xiao said with difficulty: "I called you here because I want you to check two things for me."

"Ma'am, just do what you say." Ji Guyang lowered his head even lower.

"The first thing, when and how did Zhou Su Niang, who lived in the east street of Diayuting, die more than 20 years ago." Xiao panted: "The second thing is whether there is a place near the Yellow River in Gongchang Mansion, Shaanxi Province. There is a village of Linghe, there is a family named Xing in the village, and the eldest daughter of the second household is named Xing Xiaoya."

She finally said: "On these two matters, investigate secretly, and don't let irrelevant people know."

"Yes." Ji Guyang responded respectfully, and then retreated.

Xu Shi had made sufficient psychological preparations, and Xiao's body was getting better day by day.

Half a month later, Ji Guyang hurried back.

"Returning to Madam, the villain personally went to Shaanxi, but there is a Linghe Village in Lixian County, Gongchang Prefecture. In the village, there is a family with the surname Xing, and the eldest daughter of the second house in the family is named Xing Xiaoya. As for Zhou Suniang and Zhou Suniang..."

Ji Guyang hesitated to speak, the matter was related to the privacy of the master's family, he dared not be flustered.

"Say—" Xiao's breathing was slightly short, and there was a sense of gnashing of teeth in his tone.

"Yes," Ji Guyang said with difficulty: "Zhou Su Niang was beaten to death in the street as a human trafficker during the Lantern Festival 19 years ago..."

His voice became lower and lower: "The person who presided over the funeral for her was Ma Sihai next to the Duke, it seems that the Duke was also present."

There is a scar on Ma Sihai's face, which spreads from the eyelid to the corner of the mouth, so it is very recognizable.

Like a bolt from the blue, Xiao Shi sat on the bed like a log, staring at the ground with empty eyes, speechless for a long time.

Ji Guyang prostrated himself on the ground, not daring to take a breath.

Relieved, unexpectedly, Xiao Shi didn't feel much sadness in his heart.

She has cried, she has been sick, or she has already had the answer in her subconscious mind. At this moment, her face is calm, only hatred is left.

She said: "You can help me with a few more things, and if I finish it, I will return your family's deeds to you."

Ji Guyang's pupils tightened, his heart was pounding, his throat was dry: "Ji Guyang swore to be loyal to his wife to the death."

As soon as Ji Guyang left, Madam Zheng came in with a bowl of rice porridge: "Madam, it's time to eat."

Mrs. Xiao took the small bowl and said only: "Madam Zheng, go to Wutong Courtyard and invite Master Ninth, and tell him to come over to serve me."

Nanny Zheng was startled, since Madam went to Huguo Temple, after she came back, she became more and more unable to guess what Madam was thinking.

Although it is perfectly normal for a concubine to serve the aunt's illness, and it is also a way for the aunt to torture the concubine, but the wife has no preference in this regard. What she hates the most on weekdays is the pile of concubines in the backyard. I wish I could see nothing, so sickness has never happened before.

However, when my wife was seriously ill, she said that she wanted to see Young Master Jiu, but later she said that she couldn't get over her illness to him, so she dismissed the idea...

Thinking of this, Madam Zheng had an immature idea in her heart.

"Patient illness?" The wet nurse He Shi subconsciously raised her voice.

"I see." Meng Zezhi gave He Shi a comforting look. This day came earlier than he expected.

"Then let's go now, Madam is waiting." Madam Zheng said politely.

"it is good."