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

The outside is still bustling, but the atmosphere inside the room is a bit frozen.

A luxuriously dressed middle-aged man sitting on the other side had some intentions to relieve the siege: "His Royal Highness does not know, this is the second master of the Ji Mansion, the uncle of Princess Minglan."

If Zhao Xi was there, he should have some influence on the man who spoke.It was the passer-by brother who spoke to him at the Lantern Festival. He was dressed in luxurious clothes at the moment.

This person is exactly the Minister of the Ministry of Officials who just took office at the beginning of the year.

Ji Buming has never been humiliated like this before, the head of the Ji family is the emperor's teacher, and he is the imperial tutor.The empress dowager came from the Ji family, the former queen was his own sister, and the eldest prince was still his nephew according to his seniority. Now the head of Anjing's famous family is none other than the Ji family. Although he is a concubine, it is because of his surname Ji Well, even if the prince came, he would have to sell him some face.

The fact that his only son died unexpectedly but was prevaricated made him feel annoyed. After several inquiries, he found out that it might be related to a certain important person.

He was obsessed with drinking and sex, but for so many years, there was only such a son, and he was always compared to nothing by the big house. Now that his son is dead, he still can't speak up when he knows the enemy, and keeps his head shrunk like a bastard.Now that Zhao Xueyang appeared in front of him with such an arrogant attitude, he felt an evil fire in his heart.

Seeing his angry eyes wide open, Zhao Xueyang thought to himself that indeed the old man of the emperor knew about it, and now the Ji family probably made a note of it for him.

"It's normal for the prince to come here for the first time and not know anyone. It would be strange if he could call everyone by their names." He said in a sly way. "My short-lived son mentioned you to me when he was alive."

"Oh?" Zhao Xueyang asked politely: "Master Ling knows me?"

"When I came back from school that day, I cried and told me that he had done something wrong, offended His Royal Highness, and was punished by the emperor to remove him from the post of accompanying student." Ji Buming couldn't hide his sadness when he mentioned this man, his voice trembling a little. "My son is the most kind-hearted. After this time, I have been wanting to apologize to you in person. Unfortunately, I have no chance to enter the palace again. I will never have another chance..."

After finishing speaking, he touched his face with his palm and turned his head.

Someone at the scene was busy comforting him.Zhao Xueyang also said with regret: "It turned out to be Mr. Ji Yu. I also heard about this in the palace. Brother Ji is young and promising, this fact is extremely sad. But fortunately the case has been clarified, and those murderers have also died." Being brought to justice, Brother Ji Quanxia Youzhi should also die in peace. Master Ji should also look away."

Words must be done. Look at Zhao Xueyang, acting like an outsider, and honestly comforted him: "Yes, Mr. Ji, the Sri Lankan is dead, and the living should be more careful."

Ji Buming looked at him with a pair of red eyes, "My son has always thought about what he did to His Highness during his lifetime, lest he be hated by others, and he will have regrets until he dies. May Your Highness forgive him?"

Zhao Xueyang saw that he was not in the right mood, so he insisted on asking him to forgive, and said with a smile: "It's not a big deal, why talk about grudges." But there was no smile in his eyes.

"Yeah... It wasn't a big mistake, why did you—" Ji Buming looked around wearily, and stopped talking, mainly because he couldn't help but want to ask Zhao Xueyang why he wanted to kill Ji Yu.

The people here are all high-ranking officials with great prestige, and they don't need to be too close to Zhao Xueyang, and it's too late to sit there and wait for people to flatter them.But there are still a small number of juniors who are willing to take the initiative to talk to Zhao Xueyang.

It didn't take long for Ji Buming to be invited away, Zhao Xueyang was cheering up and went up to communicate with these big shots with ease.

When the time came, he went to the front hall to watch the ceremony, sat for a while after the banquet, and a carriage from the palace picked him up.

"Are you leaving?" Lu Sui looked at the palace man who came to pick him up in a red wedding dress.Zhao Xi stood in the front wearing the servant's clothes.

"Congratulations to King Jin on his great wedding." He made a big salute and said, "This servant is ordered to bring the son back to the palace."

Many guests came to see him, Taifu Ji's eldest son and Ji Qinghuan's elder brother Ji Qinglan came out to see him off in person.

Zhao Xi stood beside the carriage and waited quietly for him. He came over after a while, and got into the carriage with his arm.

Zhao Xi saluted and climbed into the carriage. The interior of the carriage was dimly lit, and Zhao Xueyang quietly leaned against the side frame.

The carriage gradually started to move, and he immediately sat up straight, opened one side of the curtain and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hospitality."

Lu Sui waved his hand and smiled at him, saying nothing.

The carriage drove in the busy city, and drove towards the palace gate.

The curtain is a thickened soap color, which can block light.Zhao Xi and Zhao Xueyang were in the car, and Zhao Xueyang leaned tiredly on his shoulder, his face was a little red.

"How much wine have you drunk?" Zhao Xi said with cold hands, stroking his face to cool him down. "Aren't you drunk?"

"No," said Zhao Xueyang, "it's just that my head is a little dizzy..." "Come on for a while, I'll go back to the palace and finish the hangover soup and take a nap." He said, wrapping his arms skillfully around him.

Zhao Xueyang's body gradually slid down until it was pillowed on his lap, with his eyes closed and he didn't know if he was asleep or not.

The carriage came all the way to Qiming Palace, and the servant waited at the gate of the palace to welcome them in.Zhao Xi opened the curtain and called Le Guo to help him support Zhao Xueyang.

Zhao Xueyang had already passed out, and woke up in a daze and didn't speak.They carried him to the bedroom, undressed him and put him on the bed.

"Xiaoyue, go ask someone to cook some hangover soup." Zhao Xi ordered Xiaoyue who came after him.

"Yes, servant girl is going now." After saying that, he ran out in a hurry.

"Go and get some warm water to wipe the prince's face."

"Oh, good." Liufu went out after him.

Zhao Xi took off his boots and coat, untied his hair, and covered him with a thin quilt.

Zhao Xueyang was fine when he came out of the Prince Jin's mansion, so how could he have such great stamina?Drunk and unconscious now.

Soon Liu Fu came back with water and wiped his face and hands, but his mouth smelled of alcohol every time he breathed.

It's still afternoon, Zhao Xueyang fell asleep, Zhao Xi woke him up halfway and fed him the wine soup, and then stayed in the room while practicing calligraphy while guarding him.

He slept all afternoon and didn't wake up until it was time to light the lamp.

Zhao Xueyang regained consciousness, the lights in the room were dim, and the candlelight behind the screen reflected a figure on the screen.It was Zhao Xi lying on the table reading a book.

"Hiss—hey!" My head hurts, and my mouth is dry.

The room was extremely quiet, and Zhao Xi heard this movement immediately.Because of saving candles, he was lit inside, so he quickly closed the book and ran in.

"Are you awake?" he asked. "Have you got a headache?"

Zhao Xueyang smacked his mouth, "I want to drink water."

"Okay." Zhao Xi went out to pour water for him, and then came back to feed him.

"Why are you so drunk? Do you have a headache?" Zhao Xi asked him concerned because he had never been drunk before, but only heard that a hangover would make him uncomfortable.

Zhao Xueyang drank his head a little heavy and lacked energy. "Alcohol is good wine. I even drank a cup of Nurhong, tsk—I didn't expect it to have such a strong stamina."

Zhao Xi pouted, pressed him to lie down, and tried to press his temples.

"Is it better?"

"......Um."

"Did people from the Ji family make things difficult for you today?" Zhao Xi asked while pressing.

Zhao Xueyang closed his eyes, "No. It's just that Ji Yu's father looked at me wrongly. They must know something. It's hard for them to treat me as if nothing happened." The tone was full of mockery.

"Then they must have hated you. It's King Jin's Yue family again, if this is the case—"

"Huh?" Zhao Xueyang was pressed comfortably, turned over and lay on his lap. "It's okay, they need me now, but I don't have to be King Jin."

"Your Highness, aren't you going to follow King Jin?" Zhao was surprised by his ideological awareness.

In the original book, he just decided that the tree of King Jin was hanged to death, but in the end he didn't get it from the dragon's work, and his family was destroyed.Still thinking about how to persuade him to take it easy, relying on others is worse than relying on himself, but he figured it out by himself?