When the cannon fodder gets the golden finger [Transmigration Book]

Summer seems to be coming to an end, July is full of fire, and the scorching fireball seems to be trying its best to radiate its own heat.

The more summer enters, the hotter the weather becomes, the vitality of summer seems to have reached the stage of returning to the light, trying to radiate the last energy to the extreme.

The entire Anjing City is undercurrents surging, the major families fight and fight for their own fate, and the two princes carry their hopes.

On the surface, the situation is already incompatible. Every day in the court is a situation where there is no end to death. The emperor is weak, and the prince brings his own henchmen to suppress the opponent and restrain his power frantically, like a giant beast with its bloody mouth wide open. .

The full of desire and the desire for power are all bred by the deepest desire for life in the bottom of my heart.But these originally beautiful and upward things have become a breeding ground for sin and desire.

Zhao Xueyang has been staying at the mansion to recuperate from his illness, and he does not go out when he does not go to court.Now the dignitaries in Beijing are so busy that their feet do not touch the ground, all of them live with their heads in their hands, every step is extremely difficult, no one has time to notice this eldest son who seems to be out of the storm.Even if he has the power to reach the sky, it has nothing to do with them.

They lived a leisurely life.

After four days like this, Zhao Xi got up early in the morning, and came out wearing thin and transparent clothes, the material was light and smooth, and the belt was loosely tied.His skin was tender under the light green clothes.Coupled with the juvenile's slender and slender figure, the visual effect produced by the year-round sparse body hair.It made Zhao Xi look like a beautiful androgynous fairy who strayed into this summer garden by mistake.

He was holding a cage in his hand, and inside it was a healthy and beautiful starling with shiny hair.

"Hush—" Zhao Xi leaned on the railing of the waterside pavilion and whistled frivolously.

The starling turned his head, and the little white hair on his head was particularly conspicuous.

"Annoying, annoying!" said the starling without emotion.

No one taught it to talk like this. Obviously, this starling is smarter than ordinary birds. He can communicate with people simply, but it only makes a dissatisfied sound when he refuses to communicate with people.

Zhao Xi smiled, his bright black eyes reflected the surrounding green plants, and his light green clothes made him look like a flower elf.

This is his normal state in the past two days, playing with birds and listening to music.

After being idle for several days, Zhao Xueyang was not in a hurry, he didn't implement any plan for the time being, just stayed at home, Huaiyang King's army still quietly stationed outside Anjing, as the last guarantee.

The more desperate the critical moment, the more calm you must be.

But Zhao Xueyang didn't show a trace of tension on his face, and his calm expression was a little scary.

At noon, Zhao Xi strolled to the front hall to eat, and Zhao Xueyang was sitting at the table reading a book.

"The queen mother has always felt sleepless these days. Please go to see the state affairs. She said that there is a disaster in the blood." Zhao Xueyang looked up at him, and said slowly: "I have issued a decree to take Princess Minglan into the palace to have a baby. Send someone to pick it up tomorrow."

The boy's voice was slow and clear, between an adult and a boy. Every hoarse syllable from the tremor of the vocal cords had an inexplicable magic power.

Zhao Xi coughed slightly, and found that he seemed to have awakened a certain potential for voice control.

"Then what are you going to do? Do you want to let this child survive?" He settled down and asked.

Zhao Xueyang's eyes shivered slightly, "Of course he needs to live, and he has to bother to produce all obstacles for him. Soon he will be the only person who has the qualifications to sit in that position."

Zhao Xi didn't say anything, but turned around and ordered Chuanfan.These days he came here like this, played, ate, ate and slept, and the emaciated and emaciated person who came out of the rush a while ago was quickly brought back, which seemed to be just an abnormal illusion.Zhao Xueyang put away the book and walked in from the window, looking at him with soft eyes.

"There is a tough battle to be fought next, don't be afraid, I will protect you well."

The food was already prepared, and servants would serve it one after another soon.Zhao Xi's attention seemed to be attracted by the food on the table, and he was not willing to answer his words.

He lazily said: "I know what you have done in secret. You have prepared your way out, and you have money and a place to go. This is not like your style. Once you make up your mind, there will be no place to retreat."

Zhao Xueyang did not expect that he would be aware of what he secretly arranged.What Zhao Xi said was right, the back road was not reserved for him, but specially reserved for Zhao Xi. No matter what, he hoped that Zhao Xi could live a good life.

He knew that there was something wrong in his heart, and the appearance of being gentle, kind and generous was just fake, and even deceived himself.He loves his family, but it is also accompanied by helplessness and boredom of fate; his love for Zhao Xi started from an inexplicable dependence, which is the only carrier for him to store comfort in a dark place.

He couldn't do without Zhao Xi, it started from a kind of emotion and hope that he actively invested in him.

At first he regarded Zhao Xi as a carrier, and then he realized that this feeling gradually became stronger and deeper.He develops love and desire for a carrier, and then gradually, and gradually becomes out of control.

He poured his feelings on Zhao Xi from the very beginning, when he

When he saw this thin child for the first time, he put all his cowardice and hope on this child who grew up in the deep palace but kept a clean eye.

Every time he hugged Zhao Xi, the weakness and kindness in his heart would be wiped away.

It was sealed on Zhao Xi's body. This person's soul is clean. The first 14 years of confusion allowed him to avoid the filth of the world. Later, he got all the love and kindness of Zhao Xueyang, nourishing such a clean man. soul.

In Zhao Xueyang's eyes, he is his own.He loves Zhao Xi, that is his kindness that has not been wiped out.

In such a dangerous situation in Miaojiang, he had to take Zhao Xi with him, but he felt that the two were inseparable. If he died, Zhao Xi would not have to live.

He is so clean and fragile, how can he struggle in this family without his own protection?

Living has become a pain, so let's take him and leave together, he can still protect him all the time.

That's what Zhao Xueyang thought when he stepped into the forest.

But when he had a drink with Lu Yuanda and listened to the other party talking about his lover and unborn child, he seemed to be drawn.This kind of traction made him feel scared. At that moment, he felt that something in his heart was collapsing and softening continuously.

Zhao Xi didn't know what was going on in Zhao Xueyang's heart, but he secretly made up his mind to accompany Zhao Xueyang to advance and retreat together.No matter what the situation was, he couldn't leave.

A person who has already died once, he is more afraid of death than others, but he is also more open-minded than everyone else.

Zhao Xueyang gently stroked his arm. He was obviously a man but had smoother skin than a woman, and the thin layer of muscles on it made him more beautiful.

Slightly cool fingers moved up along the skin, holding Zhao Xi's cheek in the palm of his hand, completely resting in the palm of his hand like a child.

Zhao Xueyang's eyes were soft, and he said sadly: "But I'm afraid, I can't bear to let you suffer so much suffering in the world. But the underground is too cold, there is no light, and I don't want you to go either."

Listening to his slow voice, Zhao Xi knew that he was under too much pressure during this period, and the calmer the surface, the more turbulent the heart was.The huge thoughts pressed in his heart have become demons, and he was dazed.

"Then you will stay with me," he said softly, holding the back of Zhao Xueyang's hand and rubbing it attached. "No matter how hard time is, you can block it for me - what can I do without you?"

With a sigh, Zhao Xi gently put his arms around the young man's waist, hugging the young man's slightly cold body, like a small stove, continuously feeding him with vitality and hope.

[The author has something to say: A little bit about the brothers, about the feelings of the son.I hope you will not find it long-winded and abrupt.No one will have feelings for someone for no reason, there is always an origin, and there must be an explanation. 】