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

"The weather today is really nice." Xie Yuanjia looked up at the blue sky and sighed.

Early autumn is the most comfortable and pleasant season. The air is crisp and cloudless, and some flowers and trees in the palace have begun to turn yellow. Taking advantage of the bright red brick walls, it is easy to make people feel good.

While walking, Fu Jinghong looked up at the sky. He was not as interested as Xie Yuanjia in looking at the sky. "It's a pity that most people in the world don't like autumn."

"Why?" Xie Yuanjia was puzzled.

"Those who write poems will be sad every autumn. It seems that there are four seasons of the year, but autumn is not pleasant." Fu Jinghong stated indifferently, "The most annoying thing for me is those poets who are trying to gain fame."

Xie Yuanjia was a little amused, "How can poets think like ordinary people? It is precisely because of their unique way of thinking that there are so many well-known and famous works, and it is not because they are hypocritical."

"Heh." Fu Jinghong was noncommittal, "I always know that Fenghuaxueyue uses his pen, just like those civil servants, if there is any important family and country event, there is no one who can use it."

In the book, Fu Jinghong is a person who advocates military force. He himself is full of poetry and books, but he actually hates those sour literati.Of course, there is nothing wrong with his approach. After all, the Dacheng Dynasty is still in a period of turmoil at this time, and the Western Regions Alliance is just around the corner. It really needs generals to guard it.

Xie Yuanjia chuckled, and said softly: "Uncle Huang puts family and country affairs first. In fact, I think that both civil and military have their own advantages. Military generals guard the border, and civil officials are safe in the country. Both are indispensable."

Fu Jinghong naturally knew this truth, "The emperor is still young, and when he grows up, he will know that those civil servants will only make trouble for you every day."

Xie Yuanjia smiled and stopped discussing this topic: "Which season does the emperor like best?"

"Winter." Fu Jinghong replied without hesitation.

Xie Yuanjia nodded, "It really matches Uncle Huang's temperament."

"What about the emperor? Which season does the emperor like? Fu Jinghong immediately asked back."

Xie Yuanjia stopped, and when he looked up, he saw a ginkgo tree protruding from the palace wall. The yellowed fan-shaped leaves and the red wall set off each other. He looked at it for a long time before saying, "I like all seasons of the year."

There are flowers in spring, watermelons in summer, cool breeze in autumn and white snow in winter.

Fu Jinghong's eyes were deep, and suddenly the corners of his lips raised slightly: "The emperor is indeed benevolent."

Xie Yuanjia: "???"

However, Fu Jinghong didn't speak any more, and just continued to walk forward on his own. Xie Yuanjia couldn't figure out whether what he just said was a compliment to him, so he stopped thinking about it if he couldn't figure it out.

The two of them walked for a while, and before they knew it, they came to Chaoxi Hall, where Princess Qiuyang lived. She was the only princess left in the harem who was not married, so naturally she was the only one living here.

"Since we've arrived at Qiuyang's residence, I want to go in and have a look." Xie Yuanjia asked Fu Jinghong for advice, "Qiuyang heard that he is not in good health these past two days, so I just happened to visit him."

Naturally, Fu Jinghong would not refuse: "Then follow the emperor's orders."

The two walked into the Chaoxi Palace together, but it was strange that there was no guard at the gate.All the palace gates in the palace would be guarded by people, and they would announce loudly that they would kneel when they saw the emperor, but Xie Yuanjia was a little surprised that there was no one in the Chaoxi Palace.

He walked in again, and found that there were very few people in the Palace of Morning and Night, and there was not a single eunuch in sight at a glance, and most of the flowers and plants in the yard were withered. , but it doesn't match the identity of the eldest princess at all.

At this time, a little eunuch hurried over and knelt on the ground with a plop, and said tremblingly, "See, see Your Majesty!"

"Excuse me." Xie Yuanjia waved his hand, he looked around, and asked with some dissatisfaction: "Why is no one taking care of this yard? It seems like I can't hold back."

The little eunuch hurriedly said: "If you go back to the emperor, the nanny who is in charge will not make any arrangements."

Fu Jinghong frowned slightly.

"Where's Qiuyang?" Xie Yuanjia put the matter down first, and waited until he went in to see Qiuyang.

"The eldest princess is still training..." The little eunuch pointed to the inner hall.

Xie Yuanjia nodded, walked around him and took Fu Jinghong in, muttering to himself, "Isn't Qiuyang's place a bit gloomy?"

"The Chaoxi Hall used to be the residence of the most beloved daughter of the ancestors. Over the years, it has been carefully decorated by people, and it has never been so decadent." Fu Jinghong explained lightly.

Xie Yuanjia felt a bad feeling in his heart. He quickened his pace and walked forward. Seeing the inner hall was close in front of him, he found several young maids sitting on the stone table in front of the door, laughing and chasing each other. Some nuns were eating fruit with their legs crossed, in a chaotic scene, they didn't even notice that someone entered the inner courtyard.

"presumptuous!"

Before Xie Yuanjia and Fu Jinghong could make a sound, Clinique's scolding woke up the unseemly palace people, and when they saw clearly that the visitor was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, they were terrified, and hurriedly knelt down on the ground: "Long live the emperor!"

"Qiuyang is sick inside, why didn't you take care of it?" Xie Yuanjia was a little surprised. When the princesses on TV were sick, weren't they surrounded by a group of court ladies?

Several palace maids looked at each other, only the elderly nun squeezed out a smile and said: "Princess has taken the medicine, she may have fallen asleep by now."

"Sleeping?" Xie Yuanjia hesitated, Qiuyang was already asleep, it wouldn't be good for him to disturb, or should he go back first?

Just when he was thinking about coming back tomorrow, there was a slight sound from inside the door, and a young maid came out. It was the court lady Chen'er that Qiuyang usually carried with her. She leaned forward and blessed her body: "The emperor Wanan, the eldest princess has already woken up, she heard that the emperor is coming, she has already washed and waited."

"Then I'll go and see." Xie Yuanjia smiled. He was just about to leave when he realized that Fu Jinghong could not go in with him. Qiuyang and himself are brother and sister, but Fu Jinghong is considered a foreigner. Entering the boudoir of an unmarried girl was not a thing in ancient times. Taboo.

Fu Jinghong was also not interested in seeing the little girl's bedroom, so he casually walked to the table and sat down, and said leisurely, "I'll just wait here, Your Majesty, go."

Xie Yuanjia then walked in with the little maid at ease, with only Clinique behind him.

"Brother Huang, why are you here?" Qiuyang was leaning on the cushion beside the bed, with a thin embroidered quilt covering her legs, her face looked haggard, and her complexion was very bad.

Seeing that she was going to salute, Xie Yuanjia hurriedly asked her to sit back, sat down on the stool beside the bed, and asked with concern: "I just heard about your illness yesterday, and I happened to be passing by today, so I came to have a look."

"Is it better?"

Qiuyang showed a grateful smile, "Chenmei is much better, let the emperor worry about it."

Xie Yuanjia nodded, and asked again: "How did Qiuyang get sick?"

"It's just the wind and cold. The imperial doctor said that it will be fine after a few days of cultivation." Qiuyang replied obediently.

Xie Yuanjia heard that it was not serious, so he still urged: "Then take a good rest, rest as much as the imperial doctor said, and take medicine on time."

Qiuyang responded with a smile.

Xie Yuanjia was in the mood to take a look at the place where Qiuyang lived. This was the first time he entered a girl's room, so he was inevitably a little curious.But when he saw it, he saw something was wrong.

After all, Qiuyang was also a princess, and her mother was also a concubine when she was alive, and the Chaoxi Palace was once so prosperous, why there is no decent decoration in this room?Except for a guqin on the outside table, there is no valuables in this room. Those who don't know it think it is an ordinary girl's room.

Besides this dressing table, which girl doesn't have a few gold and silver jewelry on the dressing table?However, as a princess, Qiuyang only had a few hairpins on the stage, and some of them were obviously not the style worn by a girl of her age. They were all very old, not at all as good as the little queen's gold hairpin. .

Xie Yuanjia was full of doubts, but Clinique exclaimed in surprise: "Look, Your Majesty, why is there still dust in the princess' medicine bowl?"

"Really?" Xie Yuanjia probed to look, and sure enough, in the white bowl in Clinique's hand, he could vaguely see some black soil-like sediment, which should not be medicinal residues, "Has this bowl not been washed?"

"emperor!"

Before Xie Yuanjia could figure out anything, the little maid who had been silent in the room suddenly knelt down and kowtowed three times: "Your Majesty's lesson! Originally, the princess never let me tell you about this matter, but now that you're here, this servant is bold , some things still need to be reported!"

Startled by the way a strong man cut off her wrist, Xie Yuanjia immediately asked her to speak.

"Chen'er!" Qiuyang wanted her to stop talking, but was suppressed by Xie Yuanjia: "Qiuyang, it's okay, Brother Huang, listen up, don't be afraid."

Qiuyang's face was a little pale, and he sat back in a nonchalant manner.

Chen'er cursed with Liu Mei upside down: "Your Majesty, this Chaoxi Palace used to be the residence of our eldest princess and Chu Xiu, but since Chu Xiu married three years ago, there is no one in charge in the palace. Our princess Huizi is still young, and the late Emperor is ill, so the nanny deceived our princess when she was young, and treated our princess harshly!"

"At first I didn't dare to go too far. I just stole some of the princess's gold and silver headgear and sold them in the palace. Later, I started to act as a domineering group. Even the princess's food and clothing were cut corners! Those low hoofs outside! Mammy is the head of the family, and she has also learned that trick, and she has never devoted herself to serving the princess!"

"The princess doesn't even have a decent palace dress now, and it's because the old lady stole a lot from it!"

Chen'er's words were like pearls, and she denounced the evil deeds of the high and low palaces in the morning and evening, and cried while talking: "Our princess is soft-tempered, and she likes to write and draw pictures on weekdays, and she can't control those wolf-hearted things. !"

Xie Yuanjia was in a daze, no wonder it was midsummer at that time, Qiu Yangqiu could only look at him in thick spring clothes, at that time he thought she really liked that clothes, but it turned out that it was the only one she could wear outside.

No wonder.

Xie Yuanjia felt uncomfortable, if only he had noticed the embarrassment and embarrassment in Qiuyang's eyes earlier...

"Then why didn't you report it a few years ago?" Xie Yuanjia asked in a hoarse voice, "Although the father was seriously ill and unconscious at that time, there were still people who took care of these matters."

Chen'er cried even louder, "Why didn't I look for it! But it was too chaotic at that time, and the servants went to those nuns who were in charge, but no one was willing to answer."

At that time, it was a panic plan. It is true that no one would care what kind of life a ten-year-old girl leads. Maybe Chen'er could only give up after trying a few times.

Xie Yuanjia glanced at Qiuyang, then at the plaster in the bowl, an unprecedented anger lingered in his heart, Qiuyang had not been with him for a long time, but he really loved this little girl, he Never expected that in a place like the imperial palace, someone would dare to treat a princess like this!

"Brother Huang..." Seeing his expressionless face, Qiuyang panicked for no reason, she had never seen such an expression on Brother Huang's face before, "Qiuyang is useless, he can't control his servants, so don't be angry, Brother Huang. "

Xie Yuanjia calmly patted her head, and said softly: "Qiuyang is not afraid, Brother Huang is not angry."

He put down his hands, turned to Clinique and said, "You are here to take care of Qiuyang, I will go out for a while."

Clinique nodded hurriedly.

Xie Yuanjia walked out with a sullen face, and pushed open the palace door.

Fu Jinghong just raised his head and saw the expression on his face. He didn't like the look on Yuan Jia's face, so he asked with concern:

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Xie Yuanjia glanced at him and asked in a low voice:

"Uncle Emperor, my sister has been bullied."

Fu Jinghong paused for a while, then suddenly raised his lips and smiled:

"Do you need the minister to handle it for the emperor?"

"No, I will teach you a lesson myself." Xie Yuanjia shook his head, "My sister, protect yourself."

Fu Jinghong nodded secretly. Yuan Jia also had such a heroic side, which was painful.