Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

It was already evening when Zhao Lingwu woke up.

"My lord, my lord, you're finally awake." Xiao knelt beside the bed, with red and swollen eyes, weeping excitedly.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhao Lingwu said in a hoarse voice with a pale face and panting.

Xiao slumped on the ground at that moment, with a sad expression on his face: "Master Guo, you passed out after vomiting blood in the hall."

As if remembering something, the paleness on Zhao Lingwu's face receded like a tide in an instant, he stared, his face flushed, and his chest heaved violently.

Seeing this, Xiao's expression tightened, and his voice was directly raised by more than ten decibels: "Master, you can't get angry anymore. The imperial doctor said that you are short of breath and hurt your spleen and lungs. If you get angry again, your life may be in danger." ah!"

As she spoke, she frantically soothed Zhao Lingwu's heart.

After all, Zhao Lingwu cherished his life. Hearing this, he forcibly suppressed the resentment and grief in his heart.

After a while, he regained his breath, turned his head, his eyes passed Xiao Shi, and fell on Zhao Yijing who was kneeling on the ground.

He took a deep breath and asked, "Where's Mr. Xing?"

Xiao Shi gritted his teeth: "It's locked in the firewood room."

"Qiao Renyuan!" He shouted as if he had made up his mind.

"Yes." Butler Qiao Renyuan replied immediately.

"Go, send a bowl of arsenic to Mrs. Xing." Zhao Lingwu said sharply.

"Yes."

"No, don't—" Hearing this, Zhao Yijing looked terrified, first hurriedly grabbed Qiao Renyuan's trouser legs, who was about to walk out, then knelt and crawled to the bed, shouting in pain: "Father!" , Xiaoya is also innocent!"

Never expected that things would come to this point, Zhao Yijing would still want to intercede for the Xing family, Zhao Lingwu glared angrily, with a look of hatred: "You are so confused——"

In the past, he exchanged Xiao Shi and Su Niang's children in order to preserve his prosperity and wealth. Now Aunt Song has exchanged his and Guangde Emperor's children for the sake of solid favor. Is this the retribution God gave him!

What he regrets the most now is that he didn't listen to Xiao Shi's persuasion and let Xing Shi enter the gate of other country's mansion.

"Father," Zhao Yijing said in grief, "No matter what, Xiaoya saved me, please forgive her life!"

He really loves Xing Xiaoya, no matter what, he can't just watch Xing Xiaoya die.

"You, you are still stubborn..." Zhao Lingwu looked disappointed. Is this still his proud son?

The reason why he got rid of the Xing family was not to preserve Zhao Yijing.Brother-sister incest, if this matter is left to ordinary people, it will be immersed in a pig cage.

"Father," Zhao Yijing was flustered, and with a flash of inspiration, he said anxiously: "Otherwise, otherwise, let's find someone to replace Xiaoya, father..."

"Shut up—" Zhao Lingwu interrupted him sharply: "Do you think there are not enough people staring at our house at the moment? Do you think things are not messy enough?"

"Father." Zhao Yijing was heartbroken like a knife.

He couldn't figure out why he was still so surprised by Xing Xiaoya's transformation into Princess Ning, but why Xing Xiaoya became his concubine sister, and he was also charged with incest, with a bleak future.

Falling from the clouds to the dust, this feeling is really crippling.

"Jing'er is right. After all, the Xing family saved Jing'er's life. Our Duke's mansion is already in chaos enough. If we bear the name of ungrateful again, Mr. Guo, we will be in trouble for the rest of our lives." Don't even think about raising your head again." This is really a bit far-fetched, after all, it is not impossible to fake Xing Xiaoya's suicide to clear the relationship between the Duke's government.

Zhao Yijing was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly raised his head, never expecting that at this juncture, Xiao Shi would actually help him intercede.

There was a touch of emotion in his eyes.

Seeing this, Xiao could not help but sneer in his heart.

Zhao Lingwu couldn't help but follow Xiao's words and think about it. Keeping Xing Xiaoya's life, on the one hand, he can get a good reputation of being kind and repaying, and on the other hand, when others talk about this matter, they will only talk about him. Too soft-hearted, and Xing Xiaoya has no sense of shame—if such a nasty thing happened to ordinary people, I'm afraid they would have killed themselves long ago, that is, Xing Xiaoya, who still has the face to live in this world.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lingwu's eyes lit up. This is indeed a better way.

"Father—" Zhao Yijing begged bitterly.

Zhao Lingwu pondered in his mind: "It's not impossible to spare Xing's life."

"Father?" Zhao Yijing was overjoyed.

Zhao Lingwu said in a deep voice: "But the child in Mrs. Xing's belly must not be kept!"

Hearing this, Zhao Yijing felt as if struck by lightning, he slumped on the ground in a daze, with a sad expression on his face.

That was the child he had been looking forward to for two years!

"Qiao Renyuan." Zhao Lingwu shouted.

"exist."

"You go and handle this matter. After it's done, twist her hair, send her to the family temple, and send someone to keep an eye on her so that she doesn't die." Zhao Lingwu said ruthlessly.

"Yes."

After speaking, Qiao Renyuan turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait." Zhao Lingwu stopped him.

"My lord?"

"Where is Mrs. Song buried?"

"Ah?" Qiao Renyuan belatedly realized that Zhao Lingwu was talking about Aunt Song: "If you return to my father-in-law, if I remember correctly, he should be buried in Xishan."

After the concubine's death, according to the law, he can't be buried in the ancestral grave, just find a random place to bury it.

"Send a few people over to find her tomb, and make sure to dissect her coffin and kill her body." Zhao Lingwu said with hatred.

If it wasn't for that slut, how could the Duke's Mansion have fallen to where it is today.

"Yes."

Hearing this, Xiao's heart sneered again, let's cut it open, she will not tell Zhao Lingwu that Song's bones were removed by Tao An, the chief eunuch in the palace two years ago, and now they are lying in the tomb The one in it is his mother who has been dead for more than ten years.

After finishing speaking, Zhao Lingwu took a few sharp breaths, and his complexion improved a little.

He paused, and continued: "Jing'er, to avoid public opinion, I will write a letter tomorrow requesting that you be abolished as the eldest son."

Zhao Yijing came back to his senses, his face turned pale: "Father?"

Xiao Shi was also anxious: "Master——"

"Don't worry," Zhao Lingwu interrupted Xiao Shi. He looked at Zhao Yijing, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "What's yours must be yours. When your ninth younger brother ascends the throne, I'll see who will dare Talk to our family again."

Zhao Yijing's complexion changed drastically: "Father, what do you mean?"

Zhao Lingwu only said: "This is the end of the matter, do our family have any choice!"

He really wanted to be a pure minister, but Meng Zezhi walked out of his mansion, and now the Duke of Song's mansion has been marked with his label.Bearing the status of the first son of the Empress Yuan, even if Meng Zezhi didn't want to fight, someone would force him to fight for that position.At that time, if he wins the competition, with decades of nurturing grace, Duke Song's mansion will naturally be honored.

But in case he loses the fight, even if the Duke of Song's government does not help each other and remains neutral, the winning side will probably not let the Duke of Song's government go.

For the current plan, whether it is for Zhao Yijing's reputation or for the future of Duke Song's government, helping Meng Zezhi win the heir is the only choice.

"I understand." Zhao Yijing smiled wryly.

Watching Meng Zezhi climb from a humble bastard to an equal position with him, and finally ascend to the sky and become the existence he can only look up to, Zhao Yijing couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in at the moment, grief, anger, frustration... …

And Xing Xiaoya and the child in her belly...

Somewhere, he had an intuition that he shouldn't live such a useless life in his life.

Taking a full view of the expressions of Zhao Lingwu and his son, Xiao Shi curled the corners of his lips calmly.

……

In this way, Meng Zezhi lived in the palace.

Leaving aside the five princesses, Emperor Guangde had a total of fifteen princes, and only seven of them survived to adulthood, and all of them have already been crowned kings and divided into mansions.

Therefore, Meng Zezhi is the only prince who is still living in Duanben Palace.

Duanben Palace is a palace dedicated to the residence of the crown prince and princes, adjacent to the Qianqing Palace where Emperor Guangde lived.

Just two days ago, Emperor Guangde ordered the clan's mansion to reorder the princes, and Meng Ze changed his name to Gu Shi'an.

After half a month, Meng Zezhi slowly 'adapted' to his new identity.

After eating dinner with Emperor Guangde, who was overflowing with fatherly love, Meng Zezhi returned to his residence.

Putting aside all his respect and caution, Meng Zezhi took a comfortable hot bath under the service of Wang Guangzhi.

Wang Guangzhi is the godson of the great eunuch Tao An. To be precise, the four servants and more than a dozen maids in this palace are all Tao An's confidantes.

Thanks to them, for the past half month, Meng Zezhi lived without any danger.

After all, right now, inside and outside the palace, there were many people who wanted his life.

After taking a bath, Meng Zezhi went to the study and continued to finish the ink plum painting he had drawn halfway this afternoon.

When the painting was almost finished, Lu Li arrived.

He immediately ordered: "Okay, you all go down, I want to be alone."

Wang Guangzhi was taken aback for a moment, but he led his people and retreated obediently.

As the door creaked shut, after a short while, there was a breath of light in the room.

After picking up the pen and signing the title, Meng Zezhi nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Come, take a look at my new painting of ink plums."

Lu Li stepped forward as he said, and was embraced by the lustful Meng Zezhi.

Obviously he was asking people to appreciate the paintings, but he himself harassed the viewers first. After a crisp sound, he skillfully untied Lu Li's belt.

He asked, "Can you paint?"

Lu Li breathed slightly: "I never learned it."

Then a brush was stuffed into his hand by someone behind him.

Meng Zezhi grabbed a piece of blank rice paper and placed it on top of the ink plum picture. His fingers left two water marks on the rice paper. Then he grabbed Lu Li's hand and said, "Come on, let me teach you..."

It wasn't until his wrists became sore that Meng Zezhi's teaching finally came to an end.

With his toes curled up and his lips parted slightly, Lu Li leaned on the desk with one hand, looking at the crooked bamboo in front of him, almost out of breath.

"The painting is really good." Meng Zezhi praised sincerely with a gluttonous face.

When the tensed ankles were slowly relaxed, Lu Li finally got down to business. With a hoarse voice, he let himself lean on Meng Zezhi: "Two days ago, the Duke of Wei sent out two People, one wave went to Linghe Village, and the other went to Yujia Town."

"Huh?" Meng Zezhi narrowed his eyes slightly.

Wei Guogong is the father-in-law of the Seventh Prince, Linghe Village is Xing Xiaoya's hometown, and Aunt Song's personal maid Qingqiu (Chen Shi) is married in Yujia Town.

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on them for you." Lu Li said slowly.

It turned out that he was here to ask for credit, and Meng Ze realized it.

The corner of his lips curled up: "That's a good relationship, don't worry, you have helped me so much, and I will definitely repay you heavily."

As he spoke, he held Lu Li's hand and said, "Come on, let's go over the technique I just taught you."

The author has something to say:

Meng Zezhi: Not only will I lie down and win, but I will also go through the back door!