Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

"Woo--" Zhao Yijing stopped his horse, looked at the familiar street in front of him, and couldn't hide his excitement.

Counting the days, it has been six years since he left the capital and home.

"What's wrong?" Xing Xiaoya opened the curtain and asked.

"After passing this street, you will arrive at my house." Zhao Yijing controlled the horse and couldn't help taking a deep breath.

"Yeah." Xing Xiaoya looked worried.

"Don't worry," Zhao Yijing understood her mood, and he comforted her: "My father is a very easy-going person, and he will definitely not make things difficult for you."

Xing Xiaoya bit the corner of her lips, her eyes flickered slightly: "What about your mother?"

The smile on Zhao Yijing's face instantly faded a little. At a celebration banquet two years ago, he learned his true identity from Zhao Lingwu.

He only said: "My mother has always been very kind to me. If I like it, she will like it too."

Xing Xiaoya understood, she put down the curtain.

"Let's go." Zhao Yijing shouted: "Drive—"

Hearing this, the coachman flicked the long whip in his hand, and the wheels started to turn.

The middle door of Duke Song's mansion was wide open.

The housekeeper, Qiao Renyuan, was waiting at the door with a group of maids and servants. Firecrackers were hung on both sides of the road, and they would be lit together when Meng Zezhi came back from a horse parade.

Qiao Ren waited far and wide, but he didn't wait for Meng Zezhi to come back. Instead, a horse and three carriages arrived, and they stopped at the main entrance.

Qiao Renyuan frowned slightly, and was about to step forward to talk, when the leader immediately jumped down, threw down the reins, and walked over in three steps at a time.

When someone approached and saw his appearance clearly, Qiao Renyuan's expression changed drastically.

"My lord, madam..."

In Muyuan Hall, Zhao Lingwu and Xiao Shi were restless, looking forward to it.

Hearing the servant's voice from a distance, the two of them smiled at the same time.

Sure enough, the young servant rushed in in a hurry, and said out of breath: "Master, madam... you're back, you're back."

Zhao Lingwu suddenly stood up.

But he didn't want the young man to raise his voice and continue to say: "The prince is back!"

Xiao's expression froze, his hands shook, and with a bang, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground, and the porcelain fragments shattered on the ground.

As soon as he entered the door, with a plop, Zhao Yijing knelt down: "Father, mother, the child is back."

Zhao Lingwu was so excited that he was almost speechless. He trembled, helped Zhao Yijing up, and said repeatedly: "It's good to be back, it's good to be back..."

Xiao Shi directly hugged Zhao Yijing, with tears in her eyes: "My son, you have suffered, hurry, let mother see..."

Zhao Yijing's body froze, and he tried to pretend to be a loving mother and filial son, and said with red eyes: "The child is not filial, and the mother is worried."

Xiao Shi saw it and sneered.

At this moment, another servant rushed in and shouted: "I'm back, Mrs. Guo, Madam, the Ninth Young Master is back—"

As soon as the words fell, firecrackers were crackled outside.

After reacting, Zhao Lingwu's face froze, Xiao stopped tears, and the two looked at each other.

Just a month ago at the celebration banquet of the examination, Zhao Lingwu had promised Meng Zezhi that when he was admitted to the first prize, he would invite him to be crowned prince.

But at this time, Zhao Yijing came back alive.

Feeling that something was wrong with the atmosphere, Zhao Yijing asked: "By the way, father, mother, I see that there is such a big battle at the door, is there any happy event in the mansion today?"

Meng Zezhi never imagined that he would see Zhao Yijing again one day.

He fully thought that after Xiao Shi learned the truth, he would choose to seize business opportunities, and then torture Zhao Yijing and Xing Xiaoya like Zhao Yijing tortured her in the 'dream', making their lives worse than death.In the end, he poisoned Zhao Lingwu, told him the truth before he died, and pissed him off alive.

This is the safest and easiest way to vent your anger.

But now, Zhao Yijing is back.

Meng Zezhi suddenly couldn't figure out Xiao's thoughts.

He suppressed the doubts in his heart, bowed and saluted: "Father, mother."

Arriving at Zhao Yijing's place, Meng Zezhi's expression was unavoidably complicated, and his tone became a little lighter: "Brother."

Zhao Yijing is as immovable as a mountain, because he knows it well, not to mention that he is Xiao's biological son in name, no matter how much Xiao loves Meng Zezhi, he can't surpass him.Even if Meng Zezhi also became the eldest son, as long as he still occupies a long character, Meng Zezhi will not be able to shake his position in the Duke's mansion, not to mention, isn't the title of eldest son still well placed on his head!

That being the case, Zhao Yijing didn't mind showing some face to this promising younger brother, he said with a smile: "Congratulations to the ninth brother, Liuyuan and the first, the Duke's mansion is honored."

Meng Zezhi said politely: "No way, it can't be compared to the elder brother who has made great achievements in the north and praised me and the country's prestige."

Xiao Shi interrupted the embarrassing atmosphere between the two in time. She looked at Xing Xiaoya with a puzzled look on her face: "Jing'er, who is this girl?"

Only then did Zhao Yijing think of Xing Xiaoya, and he quickly said: "Father, mother, this is Xing Xiaoya, my savior..."

He briefly talked about what had happened in the past few months, and finally added: "Xiaoya and I agree in love, and I plan to marry her."

Saying that, Xing Xiaoya tightened her clothes, pretending to be generous, blessing her body in a nondescript way: "Xiaoya has seen uncle and aunt."

Xiao Shi reacted and almost blurted out: "What are you talking about, you want to marry a village girl?"

Hearing this, Meng Zezhi inadvertently looked at Xing Xiaoya, and as expected, Xing Xiaoya's face turned green.

Zhao Yijing's face sank: "Mother, no matter what, Xiaoya is my savior..."

"But you forgot..."

"Okay." Zhao Lingwu frowned slightly, and interrupted Xiao's words: "However, today is Lao Jiu's happy day, and the guests are coming soon. If there is anything, we will talk about it tomorrow."

It was only then that Xiao Shi remembered the business, she subconsciously looked at Meng Zezhi with a guilty expression on her face.

That night, Zhao Lingwu ordered people to deliver four large boxes and 1 taels of silver bills, probably out of the intention of making up for it.

Meng Zezhi accepted it without any psychological pressure.

On the other side, in the wing room of Yingxue Pavilion.

Under the bright candlelight, Xing Xiaoya's eyes fell on the exquisite antique ornaments around her, recalling the magnificent and majestic pavilions and pavilions she saw during the day, her heart was surging.

This is the Duke's Mansion, and this is where the dignitaries live.

In her previous life, she was just a little-known outdoor anchor, with no power or power, and the little money she earned by pleasing the audience was only enough to fill her stomach. It was a fantasy to buy a house and a car on her own.

She fantasized more than once that she could marry into a wealthy family like those big stars and Internet celebrities, or that a local tycoon from heaven would spend a lot of money for her.

Until she crossed in a daze, facing a large group of top relatives, Xing Xiaoya was full of fighting spirit.

She felt that no matter how bad her current situation was, with the advanced knowledge in her head, it would be easy to make a fortune in this impoverished Yang Dynasty.

But the reality gave her a slap in the face, soap, matches, underwear...there are all available in the market, and both the craftsmanship and packaging are hundreds of times better than what she made.

She suspected that someone in this world had traveled to this world before her.

She didn't dare to sell the recipes of these things casually, she was afraid of becoming a victim of wealthy businessmen's competition for profit.

Fortunately, she can still go to the mountains to pick wild grapes to make wine, sell recipes, open restaurants... barely make a fortune.

Then, under the pressure of public opinion, marrying with a generous dowry?

Marry a scholar?

Those with fame and fame look down on her, even if they are willing to marry her, what they value is her family wealth. When he becomes famous, the first thing he keeps is to take a few concubines.

Those without fame, to put it bluntly, have no skills, and she despises them.

Marry a rich businessman?

Scholars, farmers, businessmen, businessmen are lowly, and they can't stand up for generations.

Or marry a farmer?

How could this make her happy.

At this moment, she picked up Zhao Yijing by the Yellow River, looking at his silk and satin, Xing Xiaoya knew that her chance had come.

Facts have proved that her vision is as accurate as ever.

Xing Xiaoya couldn't help but reached out and touched the smooth and delicate satin quilt under her body, feeling overwhelmed.

In any case, she is determined to be the wife of the prince.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door in her ear.

The door opened, and it was Zhao Yijing who came.

Xing Xiaoya pretended to be excited: "Yi Jing?"

Zhao Yijing hugged her into his arms and kissed the top of her hair: "Don't be afraid, am I here?"

Xing Xiaoya bit the corner of her lips, with a worried expression on her face: "Yi Jing, your mother doesn't seem to like me very much."

"Don't worry," Zhao Yijing said firmly, "I said I want to marry you, no matter how difficult it is, I will do it."

Xing Xiaoya was moved: "Yijing, you are so kind."

As she spoke, she offered a sweet kiss.

Zhao Yijing's eyes dimmed, and his arms around Xing Xiaoya's waist slowly tightened.

……

"No, I will never agree." Xiao's tone was particularly agitated, contrary to his usual gentleness.

"Mother—" Zhao Yijing frowned.

"Jing'er, have you forgotten that you and Yuan'er still have an engagement, and she has been waiting for you for six full years."

Yuan'er is Xiao Deren's youngest daughter.

"What?" Xing Xiaoya's face turned pale.

"Mother," Zhao Yijing took Xing Xiaoya's hand, and knelt down directly: "I know I'm sorry for my cousin, but mother, I really love Xiaoya, do you want to see me guarding someone I don't love?" Do people live a lifetime?"

"Whether you love it or not, when you and Yuan'er get married and get along for a long time, you will naturally have feelings." Xiao Shi tried hard to persuade.

Zhao Yijing stopped talking, and just knelt on the ground silently, with a firm attitude.

Seeing that she couldn't move him, Xiao had no choice but to look at Zhao Lingwu as if asking for help.

Zhao Lingwu closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Mrs. Xiao gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, she can enter the gate of the Duke's Mansion if she wants."

Zhao Yijing's eyes lit up.

I only heard Xiao continue to say: "But I can only be a concubine."

A look of impatience flashed across Zhao Yijing's face: "Mother, Xiaoya is my savior."

Xiao took a deep breath: "If she only wants to be the savior of the Duke's Mansion, I am naturally willing to treat her as the honored guest. But let me ask you, are you and her, are you..."

Xiao Shi was a little hard to say.

Looking at the spring in the corners of Xing Xiaoya's eyes, I'm afraid she just did that thing last night.

Luckily, Zhao Yijing has also read the sage books for so many years, so he never thought that there are still several of his concubine sisters who have not left the pavilion living in the Yingxue Pavilion.

If this news gets out, his concubine sisters don't have to get married, they just twist their hair and become aunts.

Thinking of this, Xiao sneered in his heart.

Zhao Yijing argued: "Mother, it was just an accident, I was drunk..."

"This is not an excuse," Xiao only said: "There is no matchmaker, and the integrity is already lost. How can such a shameless person be the wife of the prince of our government? If this is in an ordinary family, he will be immersed in a pigsty." of."

The Xiao family was only short of calling Zhao Yijing and Xing Xiaoya adulterers and adulterers.

Veins popped out on Zhao Yijing's forehead, and he suppressed his anger: "Mother, I call you mother because I respect and love you, but what you say now really hurts my heart."

Seeing that Zhao Yijing was really angry, Xiao's face panicked, and he said repeatedly: "Jing'er, I, I am doing this for your own good..."

"That's enough." Zhao Lingwu interrupted Xiao's words, he opened his eyes, and glanced at Xing Xiaoya, who was frightened and uneasy. For no reason, he thought of Su Niang and his messy first half of his life.

He sighed slightly in his heart, met the eyes of the three of them, and said: "Do as Jing Er said."

Zhao Yijing's face relaxed.

Xiao's face was in disbelief: "Master?"

Zhao Lingwu sighed: "No matter what, Miss Xing is Jing'er's savior, we must not be ungrateful."

Thanks to Zhao Lingwu's ability to say this, he forgot that if it weren't for her family, their mother and son would have died in the war long ago, how could they have the glory they have today.

But Xiao Shi still made an unacceptable expression.

Zhao Lingwu said: "The most important thing is that Jing'er is willing."

He lived most of his life, did wrong things for most of his life, and felt guilty for most of his life.He hoped that Zhao Yijing could get the stable life that he couldn't get.

"As for the Xiao family, I'll take care of it."

Xiao Shi opened his mouth, looked at Zhao Yijing who was kneeling on the ground, and was speechless for a long time.

So it's settled.

As soon as Zhao Yijing and the others left, the unwillingness and bewilderment on Xiao's face instantly receded like a tide. She took the tea bowl offered by Madam Zheng, moistened her throat, and said gracefully, "Go, get a piece of vegetarian tea." Come here, I'll make two official uniforms for An'er."

"Yes."

A lot happened in the next two months.

For example, Zhao Lingwu brought generous gifts to Xiao Deren's door to apologize, but was kicked out.

Xing Xiaoya recognized Mr. He, the left servant of the Ministry of War, as his adoptive father.

Zhao Yijing and Xing Xiaoya got married.

The story of Zhao Yijing and Xing Xiaoya having an affair without a match was spread, and it became the topic of conversation among the people in the capital after dinner.

Xing Xiaoya was forced by Xiao to learn etiquette, copy scriptures, kneel in the ancestral hall...

Another example is that Xing Xiaoya had a miscarriage——

"Mother, the poison of a tiger does not eat its offspring..."

Before entering the door, Meng Zezhi heard a hysterical roar.

Hearing this, Xiao staggered and took a step back, with a dazed expression on his face.

Zhao Yijing's eyes were red: "Even if you don't like Xiaoya, the child in her belly is your own grandson—"

There was hatred in his eyes, partly because Xiao Shi killed his own mother, and partly because Xiao Shi tried his best to torture Xing Xiaoya.

Since Xiao Shi relied on his status to make him restless, let her disappear.

"No, no..." Xiao Shi explained incoherently: "Jing'er, although I don't like her, I never thought of harming her..."

Zhao Yijing interrupted her, and said word by word: "But the child in Xiaoya's stomach is gone, and the child is only two months old..."

"Have you said enough—"

Zhao Yijing's throat choked up, and when he looked back, his expression changed slightly.

"Mother." Meng Zezhi stepped forward to salute with a livid face.

As if he had found the backbone, Xiao's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly grabbed Meng Zezhi's hand: "An'er."

Meng Zezhi patted her hand to comfort her, then turned to look at Zhao Yijing, and said, "Brother is so imposing, younger brother, I've seen you."

Zhao Yijing took a deep breath, choked up and said, "Ninth Brother, your sister-in-law had a miscarriage."

"I heard about it." Meng Zezhi's eyes were burning like a torch: "Brother, you are also a person who has studied, but do you know what it means to not talk about the mistakes of the mother?"

"Pregnant for more than two months? You must know that her Xing family has only been married to our government for more than a month, but I don't know where the pride in my eldest brother's tone comes from."

"Zhao Yi'an." Zhao Yijing's expression darkened.

Meng Zezhi sneered and said: "Take a step back, I have never heard of any woman who is more than two months pregnant and doesn't know it. Brother, you can rush indiscriminately." Mother's yard accused mother of Xing's miscarriage, so I can also suspect that the whole thing was framed by Xing."

"You're bold—" Zhao Yijing's face was bluish and pale.

In fact, Xing Xiaoya didn't realize that she was pregnant because of her poor health and irregular menstruation.

"Even my own mother doesn't believe it," Meng Zezhi said coldly, "Brother, what you did today is really chilling!"

"Have you said enough?" Zhao Yijing gritted his teeth, Meng Zezhi was so imposing that he almost couldn't breathe.

"Okay, since the elder brother doesn't like to hear these things, let me ask the elder brother one last thing," Meng Zezhi said blankly, "Do you remember what day it is today?"

Zhao Yijing was taken aback.

Xiao Shi stared at him blankly, disheartened.

Until his servant carefully reminded him: "My lord, today seems to be Madam's birthday."

Zhao Yijing's face was ashen, he was away all year round, and after learning his true identity, he never cared about matters related to Xiao's.

He knew that he wanted to make use of the topic, and then spread the news, and his plan to use public opinion to bring down the Xiao family had completely failed.Not only that, but he would also bear an unfilial reputation for this.

Stealing chickens is not enough to lose rice, but that's all.