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

Zhao Xi, who was in the plum garden outside the hall, finally didn't dare to go forward to ask for directions. Fortunately, when he was walking back, he ran into a palace lady who was pruning plum blossoms, and she led him the way before he could come back.

On the way, he held the food box and thought about it all the way.

He has no other hobbies. He usually likes to read books to relieve boredom and reduce stress. All kinds of newspapers, literature and novels are not taboo. .Zhao Xi took the pressure off and finished watching it in one day.The content of the male protagonist's plot is very interesting, the whole book has a clear context, and the foreshadowing is well buried. From the perspective of the protagonist, it is a well-thought-out plot.

And there is a cannon fodder character with a lot of scenes in the early stage: Zhao Xueyang, the son of Prince Huaiyang.

Qiming Palace, Zhaoyang Palace, the Plum Garden in front of Zhaoyang Palace, Huaiyang Wang Shizi, these originally normal places are really in line with the setting in the book.Moreover, it was mentioned in the book that the prince of Huaiyang was left in the palace by the emperor during the Chinese New Year when he was 14 years old, and he stayed there until he died and never returned to Huaiyang.

Zhao Xi has every reason to suspect that he transmigrated into the world in the book after death.

After the banquet, King Huaiyang refused the emperor's invitation to stay overnight in the palace, and went to rest in an inn in the city.Before leaving the palace, we sat down in the Qiming Palace where the son will live.

Zhao Xi and the others had carefully cleaned the inside and outside, tidied it up properly, and were waiting for the master to come.

Qiming Palace is a magnificent palace. It is very close to the emperor's bedroom and far away from the concubine's living area. It is a very delicate location. When there are rare foreign ministers staying in the palace, Qiming Palace is the first choice.The palace is brightly lit, festive red lanterns are hung on the porch, and the snow is still falling in the yard, which has already accumulated a thin layer.

Zhao Xi was brought back to his thoughts by a burst of noise, he was resting in the house for the time being, and he was sitting on the porch looking at the palace lantern in a daze.I heard footsteps in a daze, and I saw a group of children in ancient costumes running into the yard, but I didn't react for a while.

"The king of Huaiyang, the prince, and the concubine are all here!"

"Hurry up!"

"Don't squeeze me..."

Zhao Xi finally came to his senses, rubbed his arms, hurriedly ran into the crowd, and knelt down.

He finally heard the sound of footsteps, he didn't dare to raise his head, and followed the servant beside him, humming softly: "Welcome to the prince, concubine, Your Royal Highness——"

It's a pity that the master ignored them and went to the main hall on his own. They knelt for a while and then got up by themselves.Stand properly in the corridor.

Zhao Xi rolled his eyes, and tentatively asked the servant next to him, "Do you know what the surname of Huaiyang Wang is?"

"Although I have the same surname as you, it has nothing to do with you." The servant was about his age, short and thin, with fairly handsome features.At this moment, the expression on his face clearly exudes disdain for his 'wishful thinking'.

Surname Zhao?Zhao Xi chuckled and asked jokingly, "Is the son's name Zhao Xueyang?"

"..." The waiter was dumbfounded, as if he couldn't believe that he dared to call the master by his name.

From the servant's reaction, Zhao Xi got the answer he wanted, and even saw his own bright eyes from his frightened big eyes, the light inside was a bit scary.

At present, all the information is completely consistent, even if the previous one is a coincidence, but the name of Zhao Xueyang is matched with this identity, there is no mistake.

The night was getting deeper, the snow had stopped, the cold wind was blowing, and the lights in the main hall were shining through the cellophane, warming the cold winter night.The chatter inside gradually stopped.

Huaiyang Wang and his wife got up and adjusted their cloaks and were ready to leave. The prince wiped off the corners of Wang Hao's eyes again, and took her into his arms and patted her gently.

Zhao Xueyang comforted her mother softly: "Don't worry, my son will take good care of himself. Mother is still pregnant with her younger brother, so she must take good care of her."

The concubine's nose was sore, she was a woman with a soft heart, but being coaxed by her son felt even more uncomfortable, and she was about to cry again.King Huaiyang pulled her over, carefully tightened the cloak for her, and smiled at his son: "Your mother is even more sentimental when she is pregnant. Leave her alone, take care of her, and write more letters to go home."

After speaking, he took the princess and opened the door to leave, and stopped in the corridor.Zhao Xueyang stood at the door with her lips pursed and looked at them.King Huaiyang looked back at his son who was already a young man, a smile appeared on his handsome face, and he was speechless for a while, and walked out on the thin snow with the princess in his arms.

Zhao Xueyang's throat was tight, his eyes were reddened, and he pursed his lips tightly for fear of revealing even a trace of choking.

The servant gave Zhao Xi a hand, and Zhao Xi followed him to open the palace gate in a hurry, and stood by the side with his head bowed, waiting for them to go out.

When Huaiyang Wang and his wife passed by them, Zhao Xi suddenly thought for no reason that the princess seemed to be pregnant with twins at this time.In the book, Zhao Xueyang's greatest regret when he died was the pair of younger brothers who had never met each other.

The lights in the palace are brightly lit, and with slightly squinted eyes, one can see the young man standing in front of the main hall not far away. His expression is unclear, but the sight that falls here seems to have substance. Zhao Xi thinks that the sorrow of Zhao Xueyang's life in the book is from this moment It hurt a little at first.

The glorious and gentle young man raised in Huaiyang's land struggled in the deep palace power struggle. When he died, his family also died because of him.

The character Zhao Xi in the book never had a deep impression, and he was just a cannon fodder with few roles, but Zhao Xueyang was

The first 'character' he could touch and see with his own eyes.When Zhao Xi peeped at the young man standing in front of the hall, an inexplicable feeling slowly filled his soul.

Only at this moment did Zhao Xi feel the reality of being reborn in another world, and that feeling made him no longer feel incompatible with everything now, it was a sense of belonging.

Zhao Xi had a dream. He dreamed that when he came back from work at night, he passed by an intersection where a car accident happened, surrounded by many people. He was in a hurry to go home, so he didn't join in.Back in the rental house, I ordered a bowl of noodles for myself, and the Spring Festival Gala was playing on TV.At some point, there was a noise from the street outside the window. He opened the window, and the scene returned to the intersection he passed by before. The crowd surrounded the road, and a gap caught him off guard and he saw a person lying on the ground.That was himself.

Zhao Xi woke up suddenly from the dream, and the surroundings were pitch black.The quiet environment gave him time to relax his nerves, and he thought he was still waking up in the rental house.It took him ten seconds to remember where it was, and tentatively stretched out his hand to feel around.

The rooms of the servants are all together, similar to tatami-like beds, each with a set of futons, and several servants together.He touched the belly of the person next to him, and pressed it to confirm.The man fell asleep and didn't respond.

I don't know what time it is now, the feeling in the dream is too real, he can't sleep at all now.Zhao Xi touched the cold sweat that covered his head, ready to go out to calm down.

The night sky was pitch black, the candles in the lanterns without stars and moon had long been burned out, and the entire palace was pitch-black.He stood on the promenade for a while, and the cold wind was blowing for a while, and he couldn't bear it. This body was that of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child, and he looked very thin.

Servants are also divided into ranks, the lowest in the first house are the handymen, and the servants are those who are trusted by the master to serve by their side.Zhao Xi they

On the first day I came here, I only shared some errands, but I haven't had the chance to show my face in front of the master.

The room where the servants live is in the south of the palace garden, far away from the main hall. There is a path next to the room, hidden in the depths of flowers and plants, and there is a hut for servants.

A gust of cool wind blew, Zhao Xi stood on the porch, folded his arms, turned around and planned to go back to the house.Suddenly, someone called out.

"Hey!" It was a woman's voice, thin and soft.

Zhao Xi was startled suddenly, squinting his eyes and saw a black figure standing in front of the flowers on the other side of the path, looking like a woman.

"Who's there?" Zhao Xi didn't dare to make any noise, but asked vigilantly with his voice suppressed.

The black figure moved, ran over, stood in the yard and looked up at him, it was a little maid, about twelve or thirteen years old.

"Who are you, Hei Bu Longdong scared me." The maid seemed to know him, the night was too dark and he couldn't see the other's expression, but he heard the voice was tired, "What are you doing here in the middle of the night without sleeping?"

"My name is Zhao Xi." Zhao Xi felt that they would be colleagues in the future, so it was necessary to introduce himself. "I can't sleep, come out to get some air, what are you doing?"

"Are you that fool?" The woman suddenly realized.

Zhao Xi:? ? ?

"It's just that you can't sleep and go to watch the night in the temple, so that you won't come out in the middle of the night to scare people." The maid said to herself.He seemed to think that a fool would not refuse him, so he ordered him to walk slowly towards the room where the maids were resting.

Zhao Xi was taken as a fool for no reason, but seeing that the girl was really sleepy, she didn't refuse, and went to the main hall after hesitating for a while.

The ground dragon was burning in the main hall, the room was warm, the floor was covered with carpet, and there was an arhat bed next to the screen. Zhao Xi didn't dare to lie on it, so he sat on the carpet with his broken legs and prepared to make do.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat. When he felt sleepy, a faint gasp broke the silence. Zhao Xi caught the sound carefully and realized that it was separated from him by a screen. , from Zhao Xueyang behind.

The breathing inside was a little short, and Zhao Xi guessed that he must have had a nightmare, and once he got the idea of ​​going in and taking a look, it would be difficult to suppress it.

After getting used to the light, he could still see some large objects clearly. His feet made no sound when he stepped on the carpet. Zhao Xi walked around the screen carefully, and entered the room with a half caress. His breathing stopped. He moved to the front of the bed and knelt on the ground. , Knee still knocked on the pedal.

It seemed that he was not awake, he held his breath, thinking about the astonishing face of the young man at night, trying to distinguish the facial features of the person on the bed.

Zhao Xueyang woke up from a nightmare. In the dream, soldiers and horses stepped across Huaiyang, the palace was in flames, and the cries of servants and parents echoed in his mind like needles. This was the thing he feared the most deep in his heart.

His eyes adapted to the darkness, and as soon as he regained consciousness, he saw a figure coming in from behind the screen in the room, his movements looked dull, not quite like an assassin.He watched the other party touch the bed quietly, his bright eyes had a dim light even when there was no light source.

"who are you?"

Zhao Xi gasped, leaned back, and sat down on the ground.

"I, I, I, the servant is, the palace guard who watches the night—"

"What do you want to do in front of my bed?" The young man's voice was hoarse and pleasant, without much anger, he just asked a simple question.

Zhao Xi knelt down and stammered an explanation: "This servant is worried that His Highness is having a nightmare, so I want to come and see..."

Zhao Xueyang didn't like darkness, which made him feel very depressed, so he ordered him: "Light two candles."

"Yes." Zhao Xi hurriedly went to the outside to get a fire bag, stumbled and knocked over something and almost tripped him.

Two candlesticks were lit, and the plumbing in the house was dim, but things could be seen clearly.Zhao Xueyang sat on the bed and watched the servant carefully light the candle, and found that the servant's hair was surprisingly good-looking.Thin body, looks half a head shorter than him, with a pointed chin, a little fat on the cheeks, slender eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth.Under the dim candlelight, it seems to be coated with a layer of gentle halo, which makes people shake.

After Zhao Xi lit two candles, he took a peek at him, bent down and prepared to retreat.Zhao Xueyang called him to stop: "You stay here to watch the night."

"Yes." Zhao Xi was a little surprised, not daring to show it, put away the fire folder and obediently stood beside the screen, acting as a humanoid poster.