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

With Xiang Chu talking with him in the palace, Xie Yuanjia's life is quite happy. Although Xiang Chu is not very talkative in reality, he has questions and answers, and it is still as interesting as the correspondence.

"Does Xiang Aiqing intend to come to the capital to serve me?"

After a long time, Xie Yuanjia wanted to keep Xiang Chu. He was funny and well-informed, and occasionally told some cold jokes. He was simply the best candidate to be a friend.

Officials in the capital are not for ordinary people. They are also second-rank officials. The central government must be more attractive than the local government. After all, the emperor is at the foot of the emperor and the closest to the emperor.Generally, local officials would not wish to have the opportunity to enter the capital system. If they are in the eyes of the emperor, they will worry about getting promoted and making a fortune in the future?

But Xiang Chu is a stubborn person, and he is very selective in everything he does. In his opinion, he has only been a Linzhou parent official for three years, and his political achievements are far from enough to qualify for Beijing. The emperor has some friendship, so why not take a shortcut?

Therefore, Xiang Chu solemnly rejected Xie Yuanjia's invitation.

Xie Yuanjia was very sorry.

"If the emperor wants to summon his ministers, he can do so at any time."

Xie Yuanjia managed to make a new friend, and he only stayed in the palace for three days before leaving. After all, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and he can't stop him from going home for a reunion.

Although the people are gone, the pie is still there.

"Why haven't you finished eating this broken pancake?" Fu Jinghong looked at another plate of pancake for dinner with distaste, and immediately frowned.

Xie Yuanjia looked up at him and persuaded: "The cakes made by Xiang Aiqing are always thoughtful. If I don't eat them quickly, I'm afraid they will go bad. It would be a pity to throw them away like this."

"If the emperor doesn't like it, there are other foods on the table, and I will give the pancakes."

Xie Yuanjia spoke seriously, but Fu Jinghong was speechless.Although he still hated eating pancakes, he was no longer as picky as before, and silently picked up a piece and put it in his mouth to chew.

Seeing him eating quietly, Xie Yuanjia felt warm for some reason.Fu Jinghong has really changed a lot. It was impossible for such a thing to happen before. He was used to domineering and domineering, but he is still willing to eat with him. This must be because he likes himself very much, right?

Unexpectedly, being a heartthrob turned out to be quite good.

Xie Yuanjia pursed his lips and smiled, bowed his head and drank the porridge.

From the corner of Fu Jinghong's eyes, she caught a glimpse of Xie Yuanjia's fleeting smile, and her heart relaxed a little, and she suddenly felt that the biscuits in her mouth were not so hard to swallow.

The two of them finished their dinner quietly, and it started to snow again outside. Xie Yuanjia raised the curtains, watched the heavy snow falling from the black sky, and stopped to watch for a while.

Fu Jinghong came over, held his hand holding the window sill, then closed the window, and said softly: "It's freezing outside, your majesty, don't stay here, be careful of the wind and cold."

Xie Yuanjia looked down at his hand being held by him, although he knew that breaking free would be useless, he still moved slightly.

Fu Jinghong knew that he didn't want to, but he still took his hand and led the people to sit down at the table, and then let go of Xie Yuanjia.

"Uncle Emperor." Xie Yuanjia didn't raise his head, looked at the water in the glass in a trance, and said softly: "I still remember the day when I was enthroned, there was also such a heavy snow."

Fu Jinghong smiled but said nothing, his tone was a little brisk: "Yes, it will be another year in a blink of an eye, and the emperor will be one year older."

Xie Yuanjia nodded. In fact, he really wanted to pick this time to talk to Fu Jinghong about their relationship, but whenever he provoked him, Fu Jinghong would use various methods to force him back, and he couldn't start the conversation at all.

I can open up my heart with Han Yao, because Han Yao is a 16-year-old girl after all, and he is not so powerful. He can still control the right to speak, but Fu Jinghong is different. I can't tell the pain.

Ah, forget it.

Xie Yuanjia gave up on himself and broke the jar.

Fu Jinghong seemed to see the worry in his heart, lowered his head and blew on the steaming hot tea in the teacup, and said slowly: "Your Majesty, don't worry. Although I'm a bit domineering, I'm not a bandit in the mountains, and I won't make things difficult for others."

"If you don't want to, I won't touch you."

These words were quite sincere, and every word in the words revealed that he valued Xie Yuanjia.

However, Xie Yuanjia did not dare to move.

In the original book, when Han Yao didn't completely fall in love with you at first, that's not what you said.

'What's wrong with being my woman?Is there anything in this world that I can't give? '

"If you dare to run, I will kill your legs, break your hands, and goug your eyes. Anyway, as long as you are in my arms, you will be fine." '

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Han Yao to fall, otherwise, not to mention the love in the later stage, it would be a problem whether she could die well.

Xie Yuanjia felt sad again, no matter how he looked at his way of abusive writing, he couldn't escape.

The heating in the house is slightly on, and the wind outside is icy cold.

Mu Zhan sat on the roof with his sword in his arms, with one knee bent and his head looking up at Feixue, dressed in black as if trying to blend into the night.

Ling Shuang stood beside him, holding a piccolo, and said with a light smile, "Did you hear that? The prince is lying to the emperor again."

Mu Zhan turned his head to look at him, "The emperor is smart and has his own sense of propriety."

"What's the use of being smart? Can you beat the prince?" Ling Shuang shook his head and sighed, "You and I both know the prince's temper. The prince has identified the emperor. In the end, no matter what means, he can't escape."

Mu Zhan frowned slightly. After following the little emperor for a long time, his heart was inevitably biased. The emperor treated him leniently and often took the initiative to chat with him without any airs. He hoped that the emperor would be loved by someone in his heart.

"Don't worry." Ling Shuang patted him on the head, "Although the prince is domineering, he won't really hurt the emperor."

"What's more." Ling Shuang rolled his eyes and said with a smirk: "Even if he really wants to do something, he still has to be more or less concerned about the general, no matter how bad it is, there will be the prime minister, it's okay."

"Let's not talk about this, look at the snow falling all over the sky, the scenery is really beautiful, why don't you play a tune for me to relieve my boredom?"

Ling Shuang turned the piccolo a few times in her hand, looked down at Mu Zhan with a smile.

Mu Zhan looked up at him, Ling Shuang's face turned against the moonlight looked extraordinarily soft, a bit more handsome than usual.

He nodded silently, withdrew his gaze, and the roots of his ears were slightly warm.

He took the piccolo from Ling Shuang's hand and brought it to his lips. Since he was a child, he could only play one piece of music, but Ling Shuang liked to listen to him play it for some reason, obviously he was a master at it.

Xie Yuanjia was drowsy in the room. The stove in the room was too warm, and it was inevitable that he would feel sleepy after eating a full meal. He was about to close his eyes and squint for a while, when he was suddenly awakened by an unpleasant sound from the roof, panicking asked by:

"Uncle Huang, is someone killing chickens upstairs?"

Fu Jinghong originally planned to sneak a kiss while Yuan Jia was asleep, but he was suddenly interrupted by a sharp ear-grinding noise on the roof, and was so annoyed that he wanted to go up and dismantle those two worry-free items.

"It's nothing, that kid Mu Zhan is just playing the flute." Fu Jinghong comforted him gently.

"Mu Zhan?" Xie Yuanjia's eyes were blank, "Is this sound actually made by a flute?"

"Tsk." Fu Jinghong sneered, "It was like this in the palace before, so Ling Shuang was willing to support him."

Xie Yuanjia tried his best to listen for a while with his ears pricked up, enduring goosebumps, but he still couldn't understand what tune Mu Zhan was playing, after all, he couldn't hear anything with the accent like killing a chicken.

He said enviously: "Ling Shuang really has a deep affection for Mu Zhan, so everything is good in his eyes."

Fu Jinghong glanced at him, and said lightly: "What's so difficult about it? The emperor's hands are like dogs, and I don't think I don't think so."

Xie Yuanjia: ""

You can't marry a wife like this, let me tell you.

The noise on the roof didn't last long that night, because Fu Jinghong couldn't take it anymore, so he jumped out of the window and beat the two of them violently.

But since then, a word has quietly spread in the palace—there are four treasures in the palace, the emperor's characters are embroidered by the empress, and the prime minister's paintings are composed of animal husbandry and guards.

It can be said to be the best in the world.

It was already New Year's Eve when the pancakes sent by Xiangchu were almost eaten.There was also New Year's Eve in the palace, Xie Yuanjia asked people to hang up the New Year's calligraphy, paintings and lanterns that should be posted in advance, and then let most of the people go out of the palace and go home to celebrate the New Year.

This year, there are a lot of tributes from various places, and Xie Yuanjia's own small private treasury has also been stuffed with a lot of good things, so the palace people in Jingying Palace have received many rewards, and thanked Xie Yuanjia happily. , went out of the palace happily.

The huge Jingying Palace became quiet again, with fewer people than last time during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Auntie will stay in the palace to celebrate the New Year this year?" Xie Yuanjia looked at Lan Kou, who was cleaning a jade bottle. After listening to his question, she put down her work and replied:

"Slaves are naturally going to stay, and there is no place to go left or right."

"What about Clinique?" Xie Yuanjia looked at the other boy expectantly.

Clinique replied with a playful smile, "Of course it's the same as Aunt Lan Kou!"

Xie Yuanjia felt a little comforted, "Then this year, the three of us will celebrate the New Year together!"

"Does the emperor also like to celebrate festivals?" Lan Kou smiled lightly, now she could occasionally say a few homely words to Xie Yuanjia.

Xie Yuanjia scratched his head, "I can't say whether I like it or not, I just like to watch the excitement."

"Everywhere in the New Year is festive, and there are firecrackers to watch. I like this feeling."

Lan Kou lowered her head and smiled, secretly thinking that only children like these things.

Xie Yuanjia rested his chin on one hand and looked at the vast expanse of whiteness outside the window, but he was very happy in his heart.Ever since his grandma passed away, he has been alone for a long time during the Chinese New Year. Whenever he sees the liveliness and laughter of other houses, he is always envious.

But this year is different. With Clinique and Lan Kou accompanying him this year, if the three of them celebrate the New Year together, it will definitely be more lively than usual.

For the first time, Xie Yuanjia looked forward to tomorrow coming soon.