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

In the warehouse, Zhao Xi put the bow back on tiptoe, Zhao Xueyan was waiting for him outside.

"Where's your master?" The second prince suddenly spoke from behind him, startling him.

"—Second prince, His Royal Highness is waiting outside for your slaves." He said.

Lu Mingyuan nodded and walked out, Zhao Xi followed him out.

When they went out, they saw Zhao Xueyang standing by the door, and the second prince went straight to him.

Zhao Xueyang looked at him suspiciously: "Second Prince?"

"My mother and concubine are concerned about the current situation of the son, and have prepared dinner tonight. I wonder if the son will show you face?"

Wang Sili stood behind them, unintentionally blocking Zhao Xi's way forward.He didn't dare to remind him aloud, so he could only wait silently.

Zhao Xueyang nodded with a smile on Lu Mingyuan's expression of 'don't know what's good'.

"I......"

"Haha," Lu Mingyuan smirked twice: "When you arrive at Xiangluan Palace, don't forget." After saying that, he turned around and left, Wang Sili quickly followed.

Zhao Xi also heard the whole process, and seeing that Zhao Xueyang's expression was not very good, he stepped forward and asked with concern: "What's wrong, Your Highness?"

He shook his head, looked at the distant figure and thought for a while, and said, "Let's go, go back to the palace."

Zhao Xi kept paying attention to his arm, when Zhao Xi was helping him change his clothes, Zhao Xi accidentally touched his arm, and saw him tremble slightly.

"Your Highness, your..." He raised his head and asked worriedly.

"It's nothing." Zhao Xueyang put on his sleeves and said nonchalantly, "Give me some medicinal wine and rub it for a while."

Zhao Xi reckoned that he had strained his muscles during practice in the afternoon. He had heard that the bow and arrow had a particularly strong pulling force, but he didn't know that Zhao Xueyang practiced a 120-jin bow all afternoon, and his arm strength was also amazing.

After changing his clothes, Zhao Xueyang took off the sleeve of his right hand, exposed his arm and asked Zhao Xi to rub the medicinal wine for him.The exposed half-stretched shoulders and arms are white and strong.Zhao Xueyang doesn't look fat, but the half of the pectoral muscles and the muscles on the arms that appear after the clothes are half-faded look tight and beautiful, and his skin is a little pale because he hasn't seen the light all year round.

Zhao Xi had been injured himself before, so he poured medicinal wine into his palm and carefully stroked it.His heart trembled uncontrollably when he first touched the warm skin.Then control the strength and massage slowly.

Zhao Xueyang frowned slightly, and stayed quietly, staring at Zhao Xi's serious face when he was bored.Seeing him unconsciously showing a serious and distressed expression, the slightly fleshy cheeks make people want to poke them.

"What are you laughing at, Your Highness?" Zhao Xi was proficient in his movements, looked up and saw the warm smile on Zhao Xueyan's face, and asked a question in confusion.

Zhao Xueyang didn't answer him, his eyes drooped in a blink of an eye, thinking about something to himself.

Zhao Xi asked about loneliness, then lowered his head and moved seriously.It took about ten minutes for Zhao Xueyang to make him stop, and the whole room was filled with a bitter smell of medicinal wine.

Zhao Xi remembered what the second prince said just now, and he couldn't help asking while washing his hands: "Your Highness, are you going to the second prince's appointment in a while?"

"Hmm." Zhao Xueyang said nonchalantly as he was fastening his belt.Knowing that according to the original plot, Zhao Xueyang would break up with the second prince and the others, and then join the first prince's side, and he will be hated by the second prince ever since.He knew that Zhao Xueyang had always wanted to follow the First Prince, no matter how he looked at it, the First Prince was the best candidate for the Crown Prince.This time also happened to be an opportunity to draw a line with the second prince, making his stand clear.

Under normal circumstances, he would choose this way, but Zhao Xi knew everything behind it. Facts have proved that following no one can bring him good results, and these two are not the one who ascended the throne.Under this premise, offending the Second Prince prematurely would cause him some more troubles in the palace life, and there would be no benefit other than adding trouble.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Xueyang asked strangely when he saw him rubbing soap repeatedly and rubbing his hands, obviously in a trance.

"Ah," he withdrew his thoughts, and glanced at Zhao Xueyang, with a hesitant expression on his face. "Nothing." After saying that, he quickly washed his hands and wiped the water on his body.

Zhao Xueyang narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but you have to remember," Zhao Xueyang said in a tepid tone, as if chatting casually. "You are my man. I have no doubts about employing people, and I am tolerant to everyone around me. However, if I find out that I shouldn't have thoughts, I will not use them again."

Zhao Xi looked at him, trying to express his loyalty with his eyes, "I dare not think otherwise."

"When you go to Xiangluan Palace in a while, you have to pay attention to your words and deeds."

"Yes, the servant knows."

Zhao Xi knew that he entered the palace alone and had no cronies around him. As a personal servant, it was different to him.This is his chance, and he must not do something that breaks trust.

Later in Xiangluan Palace, when faced with the concubine's offer of both kindness and power, Zhao Xi thought to himself: Sure enough, Zhao Xueyang's sudden warning before was justified.

When they arrived at Xiangluan Palace, it was dark and the wind was blowing. Zhao Xi followed Zhao Xueyang into the palace gate, and a maid in purple was waiting for them.

"My maidservant welcomes His Royal Highness," Yun Xia, the maidservant of the imperial concubine, was ordered to take them there. "Please come with your servant."

The maid led them along the path, through the rockery and flowing water, and passed through a gate with hanging flowers. They saw lights in the pavilion not far away.Some flowering branches of Samantha covered part of the scene, and the indigo blue night sky was only a little white in the west. The whole garden seemed dark but not dark, and there was no need for lanterns to illuminate it when walking.

A dozen maids were outside the small pavilion, with light gauze hung on the edge to keep out the wind, and tea fruits were placed on a small table.When Zhao Xueyang walked to the edge of the corridor, Zhao Xi was about to follow, when a weak body appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

I was so cold that I almost bumped into someone.Zhao Xi returned to look at her, and saw the maid looking at him cheerfully.He moved to the side, and she followed suit. He understood once and for all, so he shouldn't be allowed to follow.

Zhao Xueyang heard a few chaotic footsteps behind him, and when he realized it, he turned around and saw Zhao Xi looking at him begging for help.

"You don't have to come here." He raised his hand and comforted him.

Zhao Xueyang walked over, and saw the figure sitting upright behind Bai Sha, holding a small bone china cup in a knuckle-knuckle hand and flashed past behind.

The waiting maid stood expressionlessly, and he stretched out his hand to lift the white veil, with a warm smile on his face for a second:

"The second prince is so elegant."

Only the second prince was alone inside.He was wearing a brocade robe of snow-cloud gold silk and a snow-white cloak.There was a fake-looking smile on his stern face.

"Sir, please sit down," he said.He stretched out his plain white hand to pour a cup of scented tea for Zhao Xueyang, and handed it to him with one hand.

Zhao Xueyang glanced at him, stretched out his hand to take it, and put it on the tip of his nose, a plum fragrance with a biting cold air lingered softly on the tip of his nose.

"Like tea." He took a sip and praised.

Only then did he notice that there was a small baking tray on the stove next to the small table, with dried plum blossoms on it, and water was simmering on the other stove.Lu Mingyuan fiddled with the dried flowers with a small spoon, and looked up at him.