On how cannon fodder became a group favorite [Transmigration Book]

It's not that Xie Yuanjia never thought about telling Fu Jinghong about the Inca, but after careful consideration, he decided not to say it for the time being.Judging from the plot analysis of the original book, Fu Jinghong has clearly arranged everything and is just waiting for Yin to add the hook. If he tells him rashly, what if the protagonist doubts himself?It's true that they have a good relationship now, but after all, they have special identities, and he doesn't want the male lead to feel jealous of him.

"What is the emperor thinking?" Ji Shaoyan saw that he had not spoken for a long time, so he couldn't help asking.He almost got into a catastrophe this time, not only Fu Jinghong almost beheaded him, but his father and elder brother didn't give him good face, and his father even threatened to beat him to death as a little bastard.The eldest brother took him to the martial arts training ground and beat him cruelly, then threw him into the palace and ordered him to guard the door for the emperor, and he was not allowed to go home for less than three months.

Ji Shaoyan felt guilty, obediently dressed in guard uniforms and obediently stood guard outside Jingying Palace, and never dared to leave a step without authorization.

Hearing his question, Xie Yuanjia came back to his senses, and turned his eyes to Ji Shaoyan's black uniform that didn't fit his identity. He still thought that the general was most handsome in a crimson armor.

"I didn't think about anything." Xie Yuanjia sat under the banyan tree in the courtyard of Jingying Palace to enjoy the shade, and the stone table next to him was filled with all kinds of melon and fruit snacks prepared by Lan Kou.

Ever since he was injured, Lan Kou didn't know what unbelievable femininity was stimulated, so she changed ways to ask the imperial dining room to cook all kinds of food for him, and even in the afternoon there were endless snacks and fruits.

During these days of recuperating from his illness, he ate so much that he became round and gained a few catties.

Ji Shaoyan was originally going to guard outside the gate of Jingying Palace, but Xie Yuanjia felt that he was more or less a majestic general, so he was embarrassed to make him suffer, so he let him go directly into the courtyard and serve as a personal bodyguard.

"Are the emperor's legs and feet all right now?" Ji Shaoyan restrained his little hooligan aura, looked at Xie Yuanjia's legs still wrapped in thick gauze, and felt guilty again.

The scorching heat was unbearable, but the little emperor had to wrap himself in a thick cloth, he really suffered.

Xie Yuanjia looked down at his leg. His leg had been pain free for a long time. From the point of view of his medical staff, it wasn't a big problem. It was lucky that he didn't break a bone.But if he was injured for a hundred days, what the imperial doctor said made sense, so let's keep it, he didn't want to become a lame wandering painter in the future.

"I'm already well, Ai Qing don't need to worry." Xie Yuanjia comforted him, he didn't feel that it was Ji Shaoyan's responsibility from the beginning to the end, let alone his fault, everyone is an adult and has to pay for their own affairs.

Hearing what he said, Ji Shaoyan felt even more uncomfortable.He would rather the little emperor punish himself like his father, or Fu Jinghong's black-hearted snake, than talk to him tenderly like this.

"Is the emperor's temper too good?" He endured it, and finally said, "I made such a big mistake, but I didn't say a word."

Xie Yuanjia was stunned for a moment, secretly thinking that there are indeed everyone in this world, and there are still people who are rushing to scold him. He has never heard such a strange request since he grew up.

"Is my temper good?" He was a little depressed. When he was in the department in his previous life, his colleagues said so, and the head nurse aunt also said that he was too soft, and he would definitely not be able to control strong-tempered girls in the future. Let him learn to be more powerful .But he himself thinks that he is not in a good temper, it's just that most of the time, there is no reason to be angry at all.

"That's great." Ji Shaoyan sighed softly, "Being softer than the previous prince."

Xie Yuanjia didn't know how to tell him this, so he could only ask: "Then, what do you think I should do?"

Ji Shaoyan was born as a warrior, so he immediately took out the set in the barracks and said viciously: "You should drag the minister out, let people beat a hundred killing sticks to vent their anger, and then kill the general of the minister. The title will be wiped out, the minister will be fined for three years' salary, and will be locked up for three months, and finally sent to the border to guard for ten or eight years, and he will not be allowed to return to Beijing!"

Xie Yuanjia: "..."

farewell.

He was a little gloomy, remember that in the original book, he didn't see that the male second had such a hobby of being abused?

After Ji Shaoyan finished speaking angrily, he looked down at Xie Yuanjia. The quiet afternoon sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the dense leaves of the banyan tree, and gently sprinkled on his face, adding a little bit of haziness, making the handsome young man even more handsome.

As far as the beauty filter kills people, Ji Shaoyan's eyes were covered with a thick layer of filter in the current scene. He looked at the little emperor who was sitting under the tree and looked at him tenderly, and suddenly heard his own heartbeat.

No, not good.

Ji Shaoyan couldn't help raising his hand to cover his left chest, only to feel that his heart was beating faster and faster than when he was fighting, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

Why does the little emperor look more beautiful than those soul boys in the Guanyin Temple?

Xie Yuanjia looked puzzled at Ji Shaoyan who was suddenly covering his chest, and asked suspiciously: "What's wrong with Aiqing? Is there something uncomfortable?" Could it be heatstroke?Standing on such a hot day can indeed cause heat stroke.

"I'm fine." After all, Ji Shaoyan had seen the big world, suppressed his heartbeat, pretended to be nothing, and said: "I just had some palpitations, but now I'm fine."

Xie Yuanjia nodded reassuringly, and said: "The weather is hot, Ai Qing must be careful not to work too hard."

"I don't think it's hard work." Ji Shaoyan has rough skin and thick flesh, so he doesn't take it seriously at all.

Xie Yuanjia disagreed: "That won't work, I still count on Aiqing to guard the country for thousands of miles."

Ji Shaoyan was moved in his heart, "Your Majesty trusts me so much, I will definitely live up to my expectations. As long as I live for a day, I will guard my great achievements to the end, and no one can touch you!"

This sounds a bit strange.Xie Yuanjia thought about it, and it sounded like he was swearing to himself that there was nothing wrong with the protagonist. This passage in the original book was almost in the later stage, after the protagonist basically cleared most of the obstacles, Ji Shaoyan said it to him.

"The king asked you to look at the gate, why did you come in?"

Fu Jinghong's voice suddenly sounded in the quiet courtyard, Xie Yuanjia turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw the protagonist standing not far away, followed by Mu Zhan and Ling Shuang.

"Uncle." Xie Yuanjia nodded slightly, "It was I who asked the general to come in and rest."

Fu Jinghong walked in with a cold snort, sat down on the stone bench beside Xie Yuanjia, glanced at Ji Shaoyan who was still standing, and said, "The general has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, why has he never suffered? Just guarding the gate can still tire him ?”

Xie Yuanjia smirked, and changed the topic away: "Isn't the emperor not reading the scriptures?"

"It's nothing serious, and it's not interesting to look at it." Fu Jinghong replied, seeing that there were still a lot of fruit left in front of Xie Yuanjia, he frowned and said, "Is the emperor's appetite bad? Why don't these things move much?"

Xie Yuanjia lowered his head and looked at the leftover fruit peels in the wooden bucket beside the table with a dark face. He had already eaten a lot: "I really can't eat any more, Uncle Huang." In order to show that he did not lie, he pointed out that Pointing to his own face: "Look, my face is getting bigger."

"Nonsense." Fu Jinghong was dissatisfied, "How many days have you been raising this?"

Ji Shaoyan also nodded in agreement, and rarely stood on the united front with Fu Jinghong, his deadly enemy: "The emperor really needs to take good care of you. I have already said that you are too thin."

After that, he thought of something again, and suggested: "When I was in the Western Regions in the early years, I heard that the people there used to drink goat's milk. They drank goat's milk since childhood, so most of those men were born very tall and mighty. , even their women are stronger than the Central Plains women.”

Fu Jinghong also thought of this incident, "That's right, isn't the fourth prince of Yuhu Kingdom just five big and three thick? It can be seen that goat milk is indeed useful." He thought for a while and said, "I will order people to buy some from those Western Region vendors later. When the sheep come back, the emperor will drink it every day from now on, and he will soon grow taller."

Xie Yuanjia: "..."

How dissatisfied are you with my height?What does a cannon fodder who is tall, short, fat and thin bother you?Did it delay the development of the plot, or did it affect your ability to become kings?

Heart congestion.

However, since it was about the Inca, Xie Yuanjia struggled for a long time, and finally couldn't help but mention something vaguely: "Uncle Emperor, the fourth prince of the Yuhu Kingdom, I don't look like a good person, should we be careful?"

Fu Jinghong, who was refreshed by his words "we", was in a good mood, "Your Majesty, don't care about him. Now his jade pot is our defeat, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Xie Yuanjia nodded. Anyway, only the protagonist has never been happy looking for others, and it seems that no one can poke him.

"Even so, Uncle Huang still needs to pay more attention. I heard that the people of Yuhu Kingdom are good at making poison, so be extremely careful."

Fu Jinghong responded with soft eyes, lowered his head and peeled a lychee for him and sent it to Xie Yuanjia: "I will be careful, the emperor just needs to take care of himself."

Xie Yuanjia was a little numb from his sugar-coated cannonball these days. He didn't dare to think deeply about the meaning of it, so he could only pretend to be calm and took the big round lychee, and silently stuffed it into his mouth.

"Emperor uncle eats too." Xie Yuanjia greeted, he couldn't finish such a big plate of fruits by himself.

Fu Jinghong didn't agree, and just said: "The lychee was transported from Lingnan by the minister, and I don't know how much it was damaged along the way. There are only a few good ones left. The emperor wants to eat more."

Xie Yuanjia suddenly felt that he had the title of a fool on his head. He had forgotten that in ancient times, lychee was a rare and precious fruit.

"Too extravagant." He muttered in a low voice.

Fu Jinghong smiled slightly, his brows were handsome and his eyes were soft. He liked to see the cute expression on the little emperor's helpless and unspoken expression, and he looked down at him eating with his chin propped up while smiling.

Mu Zhan, who was standing guard at the side, saw his prince's expression clearly, and couldn't help but whispered to Ling Shuang, "Don't you feel that the prince's eyes are not right?"

Ling Shuang chuckled, "Ah Zhan is really getting smarter."

Mu Zhan is a bit inexplicable.

Ji Shaoyan was still immersed in the endless cycle of self-reflection about why the little emperor would find him attractive, so naturally he didn't see Fu Jinghong's drowning eyes.

On the second day, Fu Jinghong actually asked someone to bring back a few ewes from the Western Regions, and brought them back for Xie Yuanjia to have a look at, so as to give him a lot of insight.

As soon as Xie Yuanjia lowered his head, he happened to meet the eyes of the big fat sheep, and automatically hallucinated the fishy smell of goat's milk between his nostrils.

come.

Escort.

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