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

It was late at night, and the house was extremely quiet.There is no light in the room, and there is only a small wooden bed in the small narrow room, which is empty.The bedding was neatly folded, and it looked like no one had touched it.And Zhao Xi, who was supposed to be sleeping on the bed, was sitting at the table against the wall.

There was a big porcelain cup in front of him, which contained a whole roast goose. He tore the roast goose with his oily hands and ate it, staring blankly at the same time.

He was curious about what happened and Zhao Xueyang wanted him to go back, but Zhao Yuan didn't leave any useful news before. 3 He was thinking about the plot in the novel.It stands to reason that there is nothing wrong with Zhao Xueyang here. Many things have changed now, and the controllable and uncontrollable situations can't affect the direction of the plot. He can only look at the problem from the timeline.

In the original book, this time is probably when King Ning fell from his horse. That was when there was no Huaiyang. If Zhao Xueyang had nothing to do, then the second and third children might have to fight for a while.

Most of the descriptions in the book revolve around the relationship between the hero and heroine. Zhao Xi deliberately went through it when transcribing the plot. After thinking hard, there is really a relevant plot.

After King Jin fell from the horse, Princess Jin was pregnant with the emperor's grandson. At this time, the queen mother took her out of the palace to worship the Buddha under the excuse that she was preparing to unite with the Anjing family, and promised that the governor who took over Huaiyang would control Anjing, and then control the emperor to write an abdication edict to The little emperor's grandson.

It's a pity that the plan was seen through by the heroine, who broke in with people from Rongwang's mansion and destroyed their plan. Princess Jin died of dystocia during childbirth. The little emperor and grandson were taken away by someone in the chaos, and their whereabouts are unknown.

This was originally an inconspicuous small dungeon, mainly to highlight the cleverness and bravery of the heroine, and solved this incident by the way.

The roast goose in his hand was already completely cold, Zhao Xi smacked his mouth, feeling a little salty, but sat down and didn't want to move.

In fact, there is another key point in this plot that is closely related to him.

Isn't it because the governor of Huaiyang who has been granted many benefits by the queen mother temporarily took over the power of Huaiyang, the imperial power in Anjing is dispersed, and the control over Huaiyang is weak, so he has the ambition to join forces with the queen mother to further control Chaogang?Now that King Huaiyang is doing well, how can it be his turn? !

The plot isn't really that exciting.The Ji family put all their eggs in one basket to unite with the big families in Anjing, and even cut their flesh and gave them profits, and then united with the governor of Huaiyang who just seemed to have real power but actually had no idea about Huaiyang.Zhao Xi didn't have any expectations for such a plot full of loopholes when he read it, and the author didn't have too much difficulty in writing it, it was just a curse for the protagonist to practice his skills.

But if it was Zhao Xueyang and King Huaiyang, would it be different?

The saltiness in my mouth was unbearable, and there was still half of the roast goose left.There was a stone jar in the cooking room. Zhao Xi got up slowly to scoop water to drink, complaining to himself.

"It's so salty, it's oily." I completely forgot that I bought it and held it in my hand before, smelling the glutinous fragrance that made my mouth water.

After drinking water, he went back to sit at the table, he didn't dare to sit on the bed, for fear of accidentally falling asleep as soon as he got on the bed.After all, I really did a day's work during the day, and I was too tired.He had no choice but to sit in a daze, hoping that the time would pass quickly.

Froze in a daze, propping up his elbows and slowly dozing off.

In the quiet street outside, there were a few sounds of knocking clappers, and the sound of a watchman passing through several streets. Zhao Xi sat in the room and dozed off, and slowly woke up.

He did it cleverly, his mouth was wet.Just fall asleep with your mouth open, and it's easy to drool.

He missed the time for the watchman to report, so he quickly listened to whether he reported or not.

Generally, it needs to be knocked three times, and the distance is relatively far. Zhao Xi heard the sound of the gong.

"Boom—boom boom!" One fast and two slow.

He yawned and relaxed.It's three o'clock now, and it takes another hour to go back.After waking up, he no longer wanted to sleep, and got up and paced around the room anxiously.

The time was up soon, and he estimated that it was almost time, when the sound of officers and soldiers patrolling past was heard outside.

Anjing's officers and soldiers used to follow the rules, walking through a street every once in a while, and it is estimated that they will be more frequent these two days.If he went out rashly, he might bump into them unexpectedly, but if he just left, he could accurately avoid them in a short time.

Zhao Xi finally took a sip of water, gently opened the door and walked out.Going outside is a small alley, and after turning a corner, he is on the street. He walked carefully close to the wall, poking his head out and seeing the patrolling officers and soldiers who had gone far away.

just with the son

No. is the opposite direction.

There was nothing wrong along the way, but after a stick of incense, Zhao Xi successfully reached the side door of the mansion. Just as he reached the door, a figure quietly appeared on the high courtyard wall.

Ah Yue has nothing to hide, Zhao Xi

The first time I felt a sense of oppression, I looked up and saw him.

Ah Yue was dressed in black, and as an assassin, her hair was very short, and the excess was braided into a thin braid at the back of her head.His pale face and black clothes stand out in the dark.

"Ah Yue!" Zhao Xi whispered, he couldn't get in the door.

Ah Yue squatted down, and the extremely narrow wall was covered by him as if he was walking on the ground, like a quiet ghost owl.He stretched down the scabbard in his hand, signaling Zhao Xi to grab it.

Zhao Xi grabbed the other end of the scabbard, and Ah Yue directly brought it up.

Falling steadily into the yard, the familiar environment gave him a sense of belonging instantly, and his heart settled down.

"Where's the prince?"

"In the study." Ah Yue pointed to the study, he thought for a while and then added: "Your Majesty has been waiting for you, and just received a secret letter."

"Okay." Zhao Xi smiled and glanced at him.

In his impression, Ah Yue is a typical person who doesn't talk too much, is reliable and low-key, and will never say an irrelevant word.It was unnecessary to explain the reason why Zhao Xueyang was not here.

He lowered his head and straightened the hem of his clothes, and walked over there.

There was a light on behind the door, and a wooden clog was placed outside. Zhao Xi pushed the door open and entered, and the people inside heard the movement.

"Xiao Xizi!" Zhao Xueyang was sitting at the desk reading a letter, immediately put down the letter paper and stood up. "Is it safe on the road?"

Zhao Xi walked over, feeling very happy in his heart, since he hadn't seen him for two days, because he was always worried about his condition, and always felt that he seemed a little haggard.

"It's okay. It's been smooth all the way." He stood in front of him, raised his head and let him look at himself. "are you OK?"

Zhao Xueyang gave an 'hmm', grabbed his arm and looked at him carefully.Zhao Xi took a shower and changed his clothes before, otherwise he would not be able to stand the sweat.

Zhao Xueyang sized him up like a sweetheart, and finally pulled him into his arms, saying very seriously: "I lost weight..."

Zhao Xi: "..." It doesn't exist.