Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

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Looking at the account book in his hand, Emperor Guangde slapped the table with his palm, and he coughed violently while covering his mouth in a panic.

The eunuch Tao An who was waiting at the side saw him, and hurriedly stepped forward to soothe his back: "Long live, the dragon's body is the most important thing!"

"What do you say is that the dragon's body is the most important thing? I think these evil obstacles wish to piss me off." Emperor Guangde was disheartened.

His valued son-in-law (the second prince) had an affair with an important official of the court to embezzle tax money. In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, he even went to the flower boat to write off the account.Even in order to fight for power and profit, disregarding the country's foundation, he framed the eldest prince and leaked the exam questions.Recalling the dozens of officials involved in the case who were pushed out of the Meridian Gate and beheaded by him in 18, Emperor Guangde couldn't help closing his eyes.

And his favorite eldest prince, in order to avenge the second prince, did not hesitate to collude with the Tatars and mutilate Zhongliang, so that Zhao Yijing's life and death are still uncertain.

Thinking of this, Emperor Guangde couldn't help feeling chills in his heart.With a tired face, he waved his hand: "Okay, let's get back."

"Yes." Lu Li, who was prostrate on the ground, stepped back respectfully.

"Long live." The eunuch Tao An immediately presented the teacup to Emperor Guangde.

Emperor Guangde took the teacup, but he didn't have the desire to drink it. He murmured, "Tao An, you said that after a hundred years, who should I pass on this country to?"

Tao An didn't speak, just quietly waited aside.

……

At the end of August, the results of the township examination were released, and Meng Zezhi was selected as Jieyuan as he wished.

After visiting the house master who had seen the recommended papers and the chief examiner, he received 20 taels of silver from the Water and Land Memorial Arch, bid farewell to the same year (candidates admitted on the same list), and Meng Zezhi officially embarked on the journey back to Beijing.

It was already mid-November when we arrived in the capital, and there was light snow in the sky. Mrs. Xiao personally brought people to the gate of the city to pick him up.

When he got off the carriage, he saw Xiao Shi who was much lighter than he had imagined. Meng Zezhi's eyes turned red, and he quickly walked up to her. With a flick of his robe, he knelt down with a plop: "Mother, my son is back."

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back." Xiao Shi hugged Meng Zezhi with tears in her eyes. She pulled him up and looked him up and down: "Taller and thinner..."

Xu Shi was touched by the scene, and her tears fell down.

"Mother," Meng Zezhi had long been mentally prepared, and he made a look of being at a loss: "What's wrong with you, mother?"

Xiao choked up and said, "An'er, your elder brother, your elder brother is missing."

"Brother?" Meng Zezhi paused, and said to himself that sure enough, he quickly asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"Four months ago..." Mrs. Xiao stammered the ins and outs of the matter.

A flash of surprise flashed across Meng Zezhi's eyes, but after the surprise, he was full of hesitation, and in the end there was only distress. He helped Xiao Shi up, and comforted him: "Mother, you must know that there is no bad news, it is the best news. Big brother is lucky. With its own appearance, nothing will happen, just don't worry, mother."

Madam Zheng also quickly said: "Yes, ma'am, good deeds are rewarded with good deeds. You have done so many good deeds on weekdays. God will surely bless your son safe and sound."

Hearing what the two said, Mrs. Xiao slowly shed tears.

Then I heard Madam Zheng say: "Ma'am, it's very cold today, do you think we should go back home first?"

It was only then that Xiao Shi came to his senses: "That's right, that's right, go back to your house, go back to your house!"

She took Meng Zezhi's hand: "Mother prepared your favorite steamed ground squirrel for you. You have suffered a lot after you have been away for more than a year!"

Meng Zezhi looked helpless: "Mother, there is nothing..."

He knows better than anyone else which of Xiao's words are true and which are false for those who are interested.

Because Zhao Yijing's life and death were uncertain, the whole Duke's mansion was covered with a half-truth and half-fake sad atmosphere.Therefore, this time when Meng Zezhi returned with a reputation, the Xiao family did not intend to do anything for him, but only gave a symbolic reward to the Duke's mansion for the next month's monthly money.

Knowing this, Song Guogong Zhao Lingwu, who came back from the next court, sighed in his heart. Xiao Shi has always been a good mother and wife, but he is not a good husband.

Thinking of this, he ordered: "Si Hai, go to my private treasury and get a box of rare calligraphy and paintings, two boxes of antique ornaments, and 200 taels of gold, and send them to Lao Jiu."

What Zhao Lingwu lacks most is these things. He has marched and fought for decades, and the default rules on the battlefield are that [-]% of the spoils captured will go to the treasury, [-]% will go to the soldiers, and the remaining [-]% ​​will go to the commander. Those sneaky hidden treasures.

Over the years, he has brought back at least a hundred carts of things. Except for a small part that went to the public house, the rest are stored in his private treasury except for those that are rewarded during festivals.

He didn't have much impression of Meng Zezhi, but since this son was trying to embarrass him, he had to show his disapproval.

"Master?" Qiao Renyuan stood up and bowed back.

"Huh?" Zhao Lingwu turned his head to look, and then remembered that Ma Sihai, who had been with him for more than ten years, had died of an emergency the year before last.Thinking that he left the capital only five years ago, things in the mansion have changed.

He sighed and said, "Then you can do it."

"Yes." Qiao Renyuan replied.

Just as he was talking, the servant came to report: "Master Guo, the ninth son has come to greet you."

Zhao Lingwu felt a little better: "Call in."

As soon as he entered the door, Meng Zezhi knelt down respectfully to Zhao Lingwu: "My son pays homage to my lord father, please greet my lord father."

"Okay, okay." Zhao Lingwu helped him up himself.

Noticing the excitement and admiration on Meng Zezhi's face that could hardly be concealed, and looking at his demeanor, Zhao Lingwu's satisfaction with him suddenly rose from five points to eight points, and he patted Meng Zezhi. Zezhi smiled and said, "As expected of my son, Zhao Lingwu, he won four yuan in a row, which makes me look good."

"Father's praise," Meng Zezhi said with even more excitement on his face, "is no match for my father's bravery and skill in fighting. He defeated the Tatars on the battlefield and praised me."

"This is not the same..."

The two went back and forth to praise each other for a few times, and finally, Zhao Lingwu nodded in satisfaction, and said: "Of course, although you are a top performer in the imperial examination, you are only just at the beginning of your official career. At first, don't be too arrogant or rash at this time, you know?"

After winning the provincial examination, in principle Meng Zezhi had already obtained the qualifications for selecting officials, which meant that he had already stepped into the official career with one foot.

"Follow father's instruction." Meng Zezhi reluctantly suppressed the excitement on his face, and replied respectfully.

"Okay, it's getting late, let's have dinner at my place."

"Yes."

"Come, try the ginseng black-bone chicken soup I stewed by myself." Mrs. Xiao filled a bowl for each of Zhao Lingwu and Meng Zezhi.

Zhao Lingwu accepted it happily. Since his class teacher returned to the court, the soup and water at home have not been cut off. He didn't like to eat these at first, but since he used Xiao's stewed soup for two months, the hidden disease in his body Everything got better, and after that, a bowl of soup before meals became his habit.

"It's delicious." Meng Zezhi ate up the contents of the bowl in two or three bites.

"Drink an extra bowl if you like it." As he said, Xiao Shi reached for his bowl.

"Mother, I'll do it myself."

……

Looking at Xiao Shi and Meng Zezhi's loving mother and filial son, Zhao Lingwu sighed again in his heart, because he used to be guilty of being a thief, and he was afraid that Xiao Shi would see something, so he kept avoiding contact between Xiao Shi and Zhao Yijing, and over time, even their mother and son The two sat together by chance, but it mostly ended with Xiao Shi's flattery and Zhao Yijing's embarrassment.

This was the first time he saw Xiao Shi smiling so heartily, as if he had temporarily forgotten the sadness and sorrow that Zhao Yijing's disappearance had brought to her, and he felt more and more guilty in his heart.

If Jing'er really can't come back...

Thinking of this, Zhao Lingwu became more determined in his mind.

After dinner, Meng Zezhi was about to leave when Zhao Lingwu stopped him, then he turned to look at Xiao Shi and said, "I have something I want to discuss with you."

Xiaoshi quietly covered the dark light in his eyes: "Please tell me."

"I think adopting An'er under your name can be regarded as giving him a serious status." Zhao Lingwu said.

This was not on his whim, but after he learned that Meng Zezhi had won Jieyuan in the exam, he came up with this idea.

That is Jie Yuan from Jiangxi.

Thinking back to Jiangxi Juzi's brilliant record in the imperial examination over the years, it can almost be concluded that as long as there are no accidents, Meng Zezhi has a 1% chance of winning the Huiyuan (No. [-]) in the imperial examination.At that time, in order to demonstrate the literary and martial arts of the Guangde dynasty, as long as Meng Zezhi's results in the imperial examination were not too bad, the court would have to add icing on the cake and choose him as the number one scholar.

There are three yuans in the world, but there is no six yuans in the world.

Regardless of whether it is for Meng Zezhi or for the sake of the court's face, in a word, the Duke's Mansion must not give out a bastard Liuyuan.

This is one of them. The most important thing is that Zhao Yijing has been missing for more than four months, and all the people who can be sent out have been sent out to find him. So far, no news has come back.

As the head of the family, he can't be immersed in grief all day long like Xiao Shi, and he has to think about the future of the Duke's Mansion.

He thought about it, if something happened to Zhao Yijing, Meng Zezhi was the only one who could handle it right now.

Xiao Shi obviously thought of this too, she hid the sadness on her face, her eyes were red, and she said with a face of relief: "This is the best, and it's not in vain that An'er has called me my mother for so many years."

Meng Zezhi was overjoyed and said excitedly, "Thank you father, thank you mother."