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

The morning passed quickly, and at noon they accompanied Zhao Xueyang for dinner, Zhao Xi dismissed everyone and sat opposite him.

"Did the emperor ask about that?" He asked worriedly.

Zhao Xueyang nodded, "En."

Zhao Xi saw that his face was a bit wrong, hesitated for a while, and comforted him, "You don't have to worry about this, I'm sure. But you, this Qiming Palace has installed eyes from other palaces, you don't need to worry about everything. Pay attention."

Zhao Xi belatedly remembered that today's mind was not in the right place, and he pretended to be worried.I didn't think about it emotionally at the time, and I didn't know what I was doing. Now thinking about it, I suddenly feel quite scared.

Zhao Xueyang rubbed his forehead and sighed lightly seeing his appearance. "You follow me in this palace, you have to be careful everywhere, even hide your emotions. It wasn't like this before, I'm sorry."

He gently took Zhao Xi's hand, squeezed it, and looked at him. "You have to get used to it, and you must not do this next time."

Zhao Xi felt guilty and sad, he nodded, and reflected on whether his life in Qiming Palace was too comfortable recently, when he first came, he took one step at a time and watched three steps, for fear of making a mistake and easily explaining it.

What happened to Ji Yu last time gave him a little peace of mind that has been hanging high since time travel. If you don’t make mistakes, you won’t have a memory. He grew up with bumps and bumps since he was a child.It would be better if a small disaster makes him feel at ease and at ease, so he doesn't have to worry about it

Big mistakes will be made the next day.

"I see, I didn't notice it today, hey - there will be no next time."

Zhao Xueyang couldn't bear to see his guilty look, and dealt with the Shaoqing of Dali Temple in front of the emperor, and now he is also reflecting on the loopholes in the last plan.

Hu Wen, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, asked the young man if he was not confused. He had been an official for more than ten years and had checked many secret taboos of the clan.He also offended many people. In the two most powerful imperial courts, Taifu Ji and Prime Minister Wang, they relied on a stream of uprightness and cleanliness to stand firm. No matter how many enemies they made, the emperor would never really be willing to abandon him.

Such a person, when he was young, had done office work, written files, and served as a local patrol, no matter how strong Zhao Xueyang's heart is, it is inevitable that he will exhaust his energy in front of him.The dignified prince of Huaiyang was in the Tianchen Palace, in front of the emperor, being questioned and clichéd like a common man.Having never had such an experience, it was really hard for him to resist, so he put on airs and half-threatening to answer him, but it was the emperor who stopped Hu Wenqing.

Zhao Xueyang didn't know if Hu Wenqing saw something, after all the other princes and princesses were questioned as usual, but he was caught and interrogated non-stop.He has never been treated like this before, and thinking about it now, he is both angry and sympathetic.

In fact, there is no such paragraph in the book, that Ji Yu is just a soy saucer who doesn't even have a name.Zhao Xi didn't expect him to come in

The first butterfly effect was so big that it almost dragged Zhao Xueyang into the water.

"Okay, don't think about it, no one can do anything to me." Zhao Xueyang patted his head and said with a smile. "I'm hungry, pass on the meal."

Zhao Xi put away his thoughts, put on a smile that nothing happened on his face, got up and went out to announce the meal.

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The Tianchen Hall was extremely quiet, the earth dragon was burning in the room, and the emperor stepped on the golden dragon and white jade couch with bare feet, sitting in front of the desk, bowing his head to review the documents.

There were no palace attendants in the house, and they were all sent out temporarily.A row of bead curtains hung in front of the emperor in black clothes, and the room was lit with ambergris, and the thin smoke rose little by little, disappearing in front of the red official robe.

Hu Wenqing was dressed in a scarlet official robe, holding a fluorene board in his hand, bowing respectfully and standing outside the bead curtain.

The emperor summoned him, and he has been reviewing the memorials since he came, and he has been waiting quietly.

"Hu Qing," the emperor finally let go of his hair, and put aside the document that Zhu had just written.I rummaged through the first base booklet, and I was able to take out two books to look at, "Hey——"

The knee-length bead curtain shook suddenly, and the jade beads of excellent quality collided with each other making a crisp and messy sound, and two yellow documents were thrown to the ground in front of him.

"Look," said the emperor.

"Your majesty—?" Hu Wenqing was a little puzzled, and the emperor motioned him to look first.

He picked it up and looked at it. It was the memorabilia played by Lingcheng and Jiangling. It was nothing serious. It probably mentioned the current situation of the people's livelihood in the place, but it all mentioned the situation in Huaiyang.The two places are close to Huaiyang, but they are not as prosperous as Huaiyang. The two places are open to trade. In Lingcheng, there are salt merchants who smuggle crude salt and the case of salt smugglers. The King of Huaiyang helped a lot. Full of praise.After looking at it, Hu Wenqing understood that he was someone close to the emperor, and he probably knew something about the emperor's thoughts, plus what happened to Zhao Xueyang in the morning.But he only knew why he came here, and he didn't understand what the emperor meant.

"Your Majesty, this..." After reading the document, he offered it with both hands, and bent down to reply.

"What can you see?" asked the emperor.

"The smuggling of official salt in Lingcheng is not a small matter. In the past six months, more than a dozen workshops have been found out. The emperor—"

"Don't give me sloppy eyes, did I ask you this?" The emperor interrupted him impatiently. "The king of Huaiyang has a good reputation in the south. The people of the Tian family are not as rich as his Zhao family's territory. The lower officials will go to him first if they don't report to the court."

The emperor's tone was flat, and he couldn't hear any emotion, but it was just like this, which was a sign of anger.

"Every inch of land in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty is the land of the king. The so-called sky is high and the temple is far away. How can it be compared with the vassal king who only has a square inch of land?" Hu Wenqing said quickly, "What's more, Huaiyang is also the land of the Tian family. There is a saying that the surname is Zhao."

"Hmph," the emperor snorted coldly, he was tired of hearing Hu Wenqing's words, not to mention that he didn't mean it, "you can stop here about Ji San's matter, there is no need to investigate further."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Hu Wenqing agreed at that time. In the morning, he realized that the prince of Huaiyang King might be involved. The emperor's reaction was a confirmation of this matter.

"Ji's family, you should make a proper announcement, and don't worry about this matter." The emperor raised his sleeves, "Go ahead - come, someone, grind ink!" It turned out that the cinnabar was used up.

When Zhao Xueyang came back that afternoon, he brought back the news that Dali Temple issued an obituary. Ji Yu was drunk with prostitutes on the night of the Lantern Festival, and was picked up by pickpockets.Those local ruffians have been caught and are being locked up in the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion and sentenced to death.

Zhao Xi didn't expect things to change so quickly, and for a moment he didn't understand what was going on with the dramatic reversal.

On the contrary, Zhao Xueyang's expression was as usual, neither relaxed nor excited, and he was a little unhappy when he insisted on saying it.

Zhao Xi was writing in the study, Zhao Xueyang was thinking about the strategy for the arrangement, there was no servant around, Zhao Xi bit the pen holder and frowned.

"The examiner is the Shaoqing of Dali Temple. Is that the surname Hu who claims to be upright?" He asked.

"Yes," Zhao Xueyang took the time to look up at him, and said unexpectedly, "I didn't expect you to know him?"

Zhao Xi ignored him, "Today, I'm pressing you in front of the Holy Majesty... Are those local hooligans behind your subordinates?"

"Yes." Zhao Xueyang looked at him with a pen in his hand, "Why, do you have any ideas?"

Zhao Xi bit his pen and looked at him: "No."

He smiled and withdrew his thoughts to think about the matter in hand.

Seeing that he was no longer looking at this side, Zhao Xi bit his pen and was lost in thought, concentrating on the plot.

Known: Hu Wenqing is a powerful character, and a minister directly under the emperor.Also: Zhao Xueyang was probably already suspicious in the morning.

Things suddenly went according to Zhao Xueyang's original plan, smoother than eating Dove, the reversal was too fast and sudden, and the mystery involved made people have to guard against it.

From these Zhao Xi can almost guess that the emperor intervened. Compared with asking Dali Temple to poke the hornet's nest on the surface, the Ji family and Huaiyang King are not happy to offend, so it is better to stop here and follow the Ji family secretly. Just mix it up and stay out of it.

Zhao Xi thought about it for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the emperor was a dog. Look at Zhao Xueyang's young and shy figure who is writing—hey, he looks like a little white rabbit, how can he fight a big bad wolf?

[The author has something to say: Little White Rabbit Zhao Xueyang: "???"

It's just... quite unexpected...]