Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

In the hall, the eunuch knelt down on the ground, and said bitterly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty...you can spare this slave! This general has orders, if anything happens to you, the slaves can't explain it!"

Song Xi was distraught when he heard the news, but at the moment he was blocked in the hall and couldn't get out. In a moment of panic, he fell down. Mrs. Tang pointed to the pillars of the hall and said: "Get out! Anyone who gets in the way, I will hit him head on!"

All the eunuchs looked at me and I looked at you, gritted their teeth and gave way.

Song Xi flicked his sleeves and trotted all the way towards the imperial hospital, and several eunuchs behind him had no choice but to follow.

There was no one walking outside the Tai Hospital. Song Xi hadn't exercised strenuously for a long time. When he ran into the Tai Hospital, his calves were weak, his face was frighteningly pale, and in his ears, the sound of his heartbeat almost drowned out his rough and heavy breathing.

Fu Mingyuan turned his head when he heard the sound, his face sank slightly, and he quickly walked over to support him, "Why are you here?"

Song Xi grabbed his arm, his voice was a little unsteady: "Where's Xiao Anzi? Where is it?"

Fu Mingyuan didn't answer, but only said soothingly: "Take your time first, I'll talk to you later."

Song Xi closed his eyes, took a breath, and tried to stabilize his emotions, "How did he die?"

Fu Mingyuan glanced at him, sighed and said: "Poisoned, I ate the pastry from the imperial dining room."

Song Xi's lips trembled: "Is it the milk cake, the milk cake for me!"

He looked at Fu Mingyuan, who looked hesitant and said nothing, the expression on his face said everything.

Song Xi already understood that Xiao Anzi ate the breakfast prepared for him by the imperial dining room, and Xiao Anzi died for him.

Song Xi, the emperor, was not very threatening. With Fu Mingyuan's eyeliner in the palace, nothing thrilling would happen. It is estimated that no one would take the effort to harm him.

But Xiao Anzi said that he was the king, and he was always afraid that someone would harm him, so every time he went to get the food, he would get used to having a taste first. Cheng quietly tried it.

Song Xi could tell that the food hadn't been touched, but Xiao Anzi insisted on doing so, so he didn't take care of it. Unexpectedly, in the end, Xiao Anzi was harmed.

Song Xi walked towards the inner room where the corpse was parked. The imperial physician inside had already inspected the corpse, and pulled a white cloth over the corpse. He didn't dare to look closer, but only stared at the shoes on Xiao Anzi's feet. There were neat rows of needles and threads on the shoes. It was Xiao Anzi who sewed it himself.

When Song Xi saw it last time, he thought he would ask the palace servants to give him a pair of new shoes when he was free, but he fell ill and delayed until now.

Xiao Anzi's family is poor, his mother died of illness, and his father found a stepmother. Although the stepmother is not a vicious person, she can't help the family to be poor, and only cares about her own children. Xiao Anzi has no one to care about food and clothing. Li Zhengren entered the palace as soon as he was cruel.

This eunuch is not easy to live. Although there is food to eat, but just entered the palace, any senior eunuch can bully him. When Song Xi led him back, Xiao Anzi's fingers were soaked to pieces. He didn't feel it What's the matter, I'm still being silly.

He had previously allowed Xiao Anzi to go out of the palace for a few days to play, but now he is lying here and can't get up again.

Feeling sad for a moment, guilt and remorse intertwined in his heart, Song Xi's stomach churned, and the smell of iron rose into his throat. Later, he couldn't help it, spat out blood, and fell stiffly to the ground.

Fu Mingyuan caught the person at the back, quickly sent him to lie on the soft couch, and pulled an imperial physician to check his pulse.

Seeing the imperial physician's solemn expression, Fu Mingyuan made a gesture to summon his people, and ordered in a low voice: "Go, find out who told His Majesty about this, arrest him, and interrogate him carefully."

After his subordinates left, Fu Mingyuan continued to turn his gaze back. After the imperial physician finished the examination, he said worriedly: "General, Your Majesty is angry and hurts the internal organs. I'm afraid I need to use silver needles to stimulate the lower acupuncture points first, otherwise I may die." worry!"

Fu Mingyuan raised his eyelids and looked at him: "Stop talking nonsense."

The imperial doctor bowed and saluted, then took out a set of silver needles from the medicine box, and slowly injected them on various acupuncture points.

Fu Mingyuan stared at his movements, and after a while, the imperial physician took another thick needle, with a straight expression, and was about to pierce the acupuncture point on the upper neck.

At the moment when the silver needle was about to pierce the acupuncture point, Fu Mingyuan grabbed the imperial physician's wrist violently, with such force that one could hear the sound of the wrist fracture.

The imperial physician suddenly let out a scream, and the silver needle in his hand slipped down. Fu Mingyuan picked it up and threw it on the ground, and quickly reached out to remove the imperial physician's chin. He called his subordinates, and said in a cold tone: "Take it to the Ministry of Punishment for interrogation, and go to the imperial hospital for interrogation." The judge is summoned."

His subordinates retreated under orders, Fu Mingyuan looked at Song Xi who was unconscious on the bed, his brows were tightly furrowed, he was careless recently.

Is there someone who can't sit still and wants to muddy the water in the capital...

When Song Xi woke up, the setting sun outside the window reflected patches of glow, intoxicating, making him feel that all this was just a dream.

His mood has already calmed down a lot. Song Xi is not a person who loses control of his emotions easily, but this feeling is too uncomfortable.

I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me. Little Anzi was innocent, but he was just unlucky to meet his master.

People are like mayflies, life and death are impermanent.

Fu Mingyuan stayed by the bed the whole time, seeing that he was in a stable mood, he said, "Would you like to take a look?"

Song Xi shook his head, his voice sounded a little hoarse and unpleasant, "No, take him out of the palace to find a clean and good place, and bury him."

After all, it is difficult for him to accept life and death.

Fu Mingyuan replied in a deep voice: "Yes."

"Order the Ministry of Internal Affairs to prepare a few more sets of new clothes and shoes for him," Song Xi said, pausing, reaching out and groping under the pillow for a long time, taking out a bag of silver, and rubbing his fingers lightly, "This is his I have saved it for a long time to give to my family, and it has been stored with me for a long time, so I will send it to his family when I have time."

Fu Mingyuan responded to everything he said, and after giving instructions, Song Xi was silent for a long time before asking with lowered eyes, "Did you find out?"

Fu Mingyuan said: "Well, it's the remnants of Qi's crimes. I've ordered people to go down and deal with it."

The emperor of Qi had hanged himself to death. When they first entered the palace, the palace was already in disarray. Many books and books in the palace were destroyed, and many people ran away.The hatred of subjugation, naturally some people are unwilling to do so, and they have been dormant for a long time. Seeing that the emperor's birthday is approaching, and the palace is busy up and down, these people have an opportunity to take advantage of.

There were also those who wanted to harm Fu Mingyuan, but he was always vigilant, and he was slaughtered before reaching out his hand, but he didn't expect that these people, desperate, would reach out to Song Xi who had no real power.

I thought Song Xi would continue to ask a few more questions, but after listening to it, he just rubbed his forehead tiredly, and said softly: "Understood, if General Fu has nothing to do, then retreat first, I am tired."

Fu Mingyuan looked at him and said forcefully: "Eat something first, I made someone cook chicken porridge."

Song Xi looked at the steaming porridge brought in by the palace servants, frowned and said, "I have no appetite."

"I'll feed you." As he spoke, Fu Mingyuan picked up the porridge, stirred it a few times with a spoon, blew it until it was warm, and handed it to Song Xi's mouth, coaxing: "Be good, eat some."

Fu Mingyuan guessed that he had never coaxed anyone before, and he didn't know where he learned the tone of coaxing a three-year-old child. His facial expression was serious, and it sounded blunt and funny.

After thinking about it, Song Xi still opened his mouth obediently, saying that he wanted to eat a little, but he really ate a little, and after a few mouthfuls of porridge, he lost his appetite completely.

Seeing that he ate so little, Fu Mingyuan frowned so much that he could kill a fly, "It's unpalatable?"

Song Xi shook his head and said, "No, I'm full."

Fu Mingyuan hesitated to speak, but in the end he asked someone to take away the bowls and chopsticks, and before leaving, he told him with concern: "If you feel uncomfortable, ask someone to call the imperial doctor. There are people guarding outside the hall. I will live in the side hall these days, so I can't make up my mind." Tell your servants to come and find me."

Song Xi said: "Understood."

After the door was closed again, and after confirming that the person had gone far away, he turned over and got out of bed, went to the small desk and rummaged for a long time, took out a pen and paper to grind ink.

After staying in this world for a period of time, what I said is that I have gained something, that is, I have learned handwriting. Although it is not neat and beautiful, it is still eye-catching.

The original Zhao Ruiben was half illiterate, and his calligraphy was crooked, but he let others pick up the memorials, so he didn't have anything to do to stamp them. There are very few people who have seen him write, and he can count them with one hand, so Song Xi I'm not worried about being found to have deviations in handwriting.

Even if someone finds out, it will only be considered that he has improved a little in calligraphy.

Song Xi pondered over his vocabulary, and it took him a long time to barely finish writing an imperial decree. After waiting for the pen and ink to dry, he slowly rolled up the imperial decree, put away the pen and inkstone, and stuffed the imperial decree into the dark compartment next to the bed.

After everything was ready, Song Xi lay back on the bed again, staring at the bed curtain above his head. He had slept for a whole day, and now he didn't feel sleepy at all.

People like to think about things when they are free, and Song Xi is no exception. He let his head go blank and let him think wildly, thinking about things in the previous few worlds.

As he thought about it, he felt more and more weird. He didn't try to figure it out before, but now it seems that the system is not right from the beginning to the end.

The system has said that those who sign a contract to bind the system all have unfulfilled wishes, but what is his wish?

In the original world, he was just an ordinary office worker. His parents were not good, but they were not bad. He died suddenly in the middle of the night from exhaustion. How could he have so much time to think about his wishes? wish?Thinking about it, it should be rebirth.

After completing all the tasks, will it automatically return to the original world, contact and bind with the system, and be completely freed...

Thinking of this, some indescribable feelings came to Song Xi's heart. Complete relief meant that he would never see his lover again. He used to think that they had lived together for several worlds and were content.

But when he really had to think about this issue carefully, Song Xi couldn't avoid being greedy. He wanted to sleep together for the rest of his life and grow old together...

Song Xi poked at the system, "System, after the task is completed, can I see him again?"

The system said abruptly: "He almost killed you, and now you don't have much to live with, shouldn't you hate him?"

"Hate." Song Xi rested his arms on his pillow, and said slowly: "Hate it, hate it, the feelings of several worlds add up to hundreds of years, how can you say that you can let go of it."

He also knew that Fu Mingyuan didn't recognize him. No one can guarantee that he can recognize each other [-]% at a glance. When he came to this world, he didn't recognize his lover.

The system asked curiously: "Then you forgive him?"

Song Xi said honestly: "No, I still remember grudges."

System: "... I don't understand you."

Song Xi shook his head and said, "I don't understand me either."

He really doesn't understand, emotion is really strange, it can make people crazy, and it can also make people abandon principles, love and hate.

Song Xi also felt that he was talking about his relationship with a system, and he was indeed playing the piano against the cow, so he thought about changing the subject: "System, is Xiao Anzi just a bunch of data?"

The system said: "If you think he is a human being, he is a human being. If you think he is just a bunch of data, he is just a bunch of data."

"He is here with me, he is a living, flesh-and-blood person." Song Xi said, shaking his head sarcastically, and said: "It's just that his life was not very good. When he met me, he passed away early."

The system comforted: "Don't think too much, in the original plot, he was going to die early, but it was half a year earlier."

Song Xi: "..."

He didn't feel comforted.

Song Xi lost his mood for an instant, scratched his hair irritably, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, hang up."

System: "Oh, what's down?"

Song Xi said casually: "Even if you shut up, I'll shut up too. I'll sleep while you wait. Let's go back to our respective houses and find our own mothers, okay?"

"Oh~" The system dragged on the long tail, and said honestly: "I don't understand."

Song Xi: "..."

Generation gap, this is totally a generation gap.

He manually blocked the system, shook off the quilt to sleep, and struggled to do anything due to his poor health, as if there was nothing else to do except sleep.

Song Xi spent almost half a month like this, and when he got up that day, it was just dawn outside the window, he walked to the window wrapped in thick clothes, opened the window, and the cold wind outside the window scrambled in, devouring the heating.

Today seems to be colder than usual. After one night, the white plums planted outside are stretched out, hanging in clusters on the branches.

Song Xi's face was flushed by the blowing, and when he was about to close the window, the cold wind blew, and the tip of his nose suddenly felt cold. Song Xi subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch it, it was cool.

When he raised his head again, the number of snowflakes visible to the naked eye was already falling freely outside the window. After a while, they were as big as goose feathers and fell down rustlingly.

Song Xi looked at it for a while before closing the window, found out the hat and sable fur scarf, and after confirming that the wind couldn't get in, he went out slowly.

As a result, as soon as he opened the door, he faced a familiar face. Fu Mingyuan withdrew his half-empty hand and said calmly, "Are you awake? Let's eat first."

Song Xi frowned and was about to refuse, but Fu Mingyuan quickly said: "I'm done eating, so I can go for a walk."

Song Xi thought about it, and turned back. Fu Mingyuan was carrying a food box with hot stones at the bottom, so the food was still warm all the way.

Breakfast is still porridge, with side dishes and crystal cakes made of glutinous rice.

The side dishes are pickles that are sour and delicious. The imperial dining room will not cook this kind of dish for the nobles, so it should be Fu Mingyuan who specially asked someone to collect it.

Song Xi hadn't eaten kimchi for a long time, so he tasted a few mouthfuls, and felt that the porridge was more fragrant today.

Seeing him finish his porridge and eat a few pieces of crystal cake, Fu Mingyuan frowned slightly, and took out a bowl of black Chinese medicine from the bottom of the food box, "After drinking this, go out to play."

Song Xi took the medicine and gave him a strange look. This scene was very similar to a father coaxing his son.

Seriously watching Song Xi drink up the medicine, Fu Mingyuan nodded in satisfaction, thinking to himself that he would reward the housekeeper with money when he went back.

After drinking the medicine, Song Xi twirled another piece of crystal cake and stuffed it into his mouth to relieve the bitterness, wiped his hands with puffed cheeks, and said, "Let's go."

Fu Mingyuan called the palace servants to come in and pack up his things, and he took an oiled paper umbrella when he went out.

The snow outside had already spread a thin layer on the ground, and there was a creaking sound when he stepped on it. The snow that fell on Song Xi's head was completely blocked by the oil-paper umbrella. Fu Mingyuan walked on the side where the wind came from, blocking him from a lot of cold wind.

After walking for a while, Song Xi felt quite boring again. The man next to him was like a gourd, pulling his face as if someone owed him 80.

Song Xi stomped his feet, shook off the snow on the toes of his shoes, pinched the tip of his nose and said, "I don't want to turn around anymore, let's go back."

The two returned the same way again, Song Xi pulled up his scarf to cover his mouth, the hot air from his mouth went straight up, water droplets hung on his eyelashes soon, and slowly condensed into frost.

Song Xi blinked, and the frost on her eyelashes followed suit, covering her eyes a bit.

He stopped suddenly and shouted: "Fu Mingyuan."

The man followed suit and looked down at him suspiciously: "Huh?"

Song Xi pointed to his eyes and said, "Here, I can't see clearly, please help me get it out."

Fu Mingyuan approached, saw the frost on his eyelashes, thought for a while, and said: "Close your eyes."

"Oh." Song Xi closed his eyes obediently, and then, his eyes darkened, and a pair of warm palms lightly rested on his eyes.

The heat in Fu Mingyuan's palm quickly melted the frost, and then it melted into water droplets and touched the palm of his hand. Song Xi felt that his eyes were itchy. He blinked subconsciously, and his eyelashes lightly brushed against the man's palm.

Fu Mingyuan almost couldn't resist pulling back his hand, as if the itching had spread from the palm of his hand to his heart, even his heart was itching.

He looked at Song Xi with a thin face, lowered his head mysteriously, held his breath, and slowly leaned over.

Suddenly, Song Xi felt a chill on his cheek, and something lightly tapped on it, he was about to subconsciously reach out to touch it, when the hand covering his eyes was suddenly released, Fu Mingyuan's voice was caught in the cold wind, a little fluttering Flickeringly: "There is something dirty on your face, wipe it off."

Song Xi didn't suspect him, took out his handkerchief and wiped the water from his eyes, and continued on his way home. Fu Mingyuan was holding an umbrella, and the sweat on his palms was blown cool by the wind.

Tonight is the first day of the birthday banquet, and I have to go to the banquet with the ministers and vassals. The snow has been falling until night before it tends to become smaller.

Song Xi didn't plan to wear any formal clothes, just the plain clothes he wore on weekdays, without even a piece of jade around his waist.

Because of his health, Fu Mingyuan set up the banquet in a nearby palace, where he ordered people to burn the floor heating in advance, and Song Xi almost sweated from the heat when he entered.

There is no one in his harem so far, it was supposed to be the only seat and the first seat, but I don't know if the eunuch who was in charge of arranging the scene wanted to please Fu Mingyuan, so he set his seat next to Song Xi.

Song Xi didn't say anything, he wasn't born and bred in ancient times, he didn't care much about the seat, and Fu Mingyuan wouldn't turn down the opportunity to sit together, so naturally he didn't see it.

Neither of them cared much, and it became intriguing in the eyes of others.

Everyone has heard the rumors outside a few times, and they spread vividly and vividly, with nose and eyes. Some people were still skeptical at first, but now, they don't consciously believe it.

It was a coincidence that Fu Mingyuan was sitting on Song Xi's right hand. If he wanted to overwhelm the emperor, with his power, no one would dare to say anything if he sat on the left hand side. However, the right seat has always been the emperor's main palace.

In an instant, someone below looked at the two of them with something wrong, and there were new considerations in their hearts.

Song Xi was not very interested in the banquet. He was getting more and more sleepy these days, but he had something important to do today, so he came to sit and sit.

The palace people served the dishes in an orderly manner, Fu Mingyuan spoke for Song Xi, and after the speech, the vassal kings presented their first-year tributes.

To present the gift, one had to hold the gift list and sing one by one. Song Xi yawned and put his hand on the table and pinched his thigh vigorously to refresh himself.

At this moment, it was Nanjiang who sang the ceremony. Song Xi raised his eyes subconsciously, but Fu Mingyuan didn't show any overjoyed expression on his face.

Listening carefully to the list of gifts, there are many rare toys, but this medicine is nothing precious except for some things in the palace, so it is no wonder that his expression is indifferent.

At the end of the gift list, the vassal king of Nanjiang suddenly bowed his hands and saluted, and said with a humble face: "Your Majesty, Wanan, Nanjiang originally intended to present a local healing medicine to His Majesty, but encountered bandits on the way, and this medicine was unfortunately lost. I also hope that His Majesty will forgive you!"

It is rumored that the original royal family in southern Xinjiang has a prescription for healing and healing medicine, which can kill human flesh and bones. Although there are exaggerated ingredients, it is indeed a panacea. However, the preparation of this medicine is extremely complicated, and the things needed are hard to find , so it takes dozens of years to be lucky enough to make a dose.

After Song Xi listened to the popularization of the system, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he suddenly understood something. No wonder Fu Mingyuan looked weird for a while. He was already well-informed, and he knew about it a long time ago.

Fu Mingyuan didn't speak, he said something casually, then waved people to leave.

At this point, it was the ministers offering gifts, Song Xi couldn't stand it anymore, so he got up and knocked on the table.

The venue fell silent for an instant, Song Xi coughed a few times, cleared his throat and said, "Today, I also have something important to inform everyone."

"I haven't done any meritorious service since I succeeded to the throne. I know myself. I am illiterate, mediocre and incompetent. I can't bear to be the king of a country." Song Xi paused slightly, ignoring the shocked eyes below, and continued with a slow breath: "If you explain the master, General Fu It is well deserved, I request to abdicate today, the edict of abdication has been issued, and from now on, the throne will be passed on to General Fu."

After the words fell, Song Xi took out the edict that had been drawn up from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Fu Mingyuan.

The people below couldn't help the uproar, no one could believe that the idiot emperor had just abdicated in this way.

Fu Mingyuan sat still, holding the wine glass in his hand, he refused to accept the imperial edict for a long time, his brows were sullen, and he said coldly: "No need, I don't mean that."

Song Xi smiled: "Go on, I'm already tired of it."

Seeing that he was still not moving, Song Xi shrugged and said softly: "I'm almost dying, so I should rest."

Fu Mingyuan stood up and stared at him for a long time before reaching out to accept the imperial edict.

At this point, all the officials below bowed down, the new king was replaced, and the world lived forever.

Song Xi just breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly, a ding dong sounded in his mind: "The task [Emperor's wish: I don't want to be emperor.] has been completed, does the host choose to leave this world?"

Song Xi was surprised, and burst out laughing again, no wonder the system said the task was simple, so it turned out that going around was such a wish.

He looked at Fu Mingyuan beside him, smiled brightly, and said without hesitation, "Yes."

The author has something to say: I want to finish this chapter at once, so I didn’t update qwq yesterday, and it piled up until today. Tomorrow should be a chapter about abuse of Xiaofu~