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

"My mother is actually a Han Chinese from the Central Plains."

Clinique showed a weak smile, seeing that she had finally recovered some of her usual vigor, "My father is the king of Liuli. Back then, my mother was traveling with a caravan, but unfortunately she was separated in a sandstorm. It was my father who saved her. "

Xie Yuanjia hugged his knees and listened to him without making a sound.

"My mother is an authentic southerner. She grew up in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River with small bridges and flowing water. She has never seen much of the world. She is just a small family who has studied. Later, the family fell into trouble and had to move with her family. She has been doing business with my grandfather all the time. After marrying my father, she never forgot her hometown for a moment. Wu Nong's soft words on the bridge painting boat."

"I have longed for it since I was a child. I thought that one day, when I grow up, I must go to Jiangnan to see if it is as beautiful as my mother said, and how different it is from our desert. She will never forget it until she dies. .”

Xie Yuanjia finally couldn't help but asked aloud: "But why did your father send you to be an undercover agent? You are still so young, and being his child is not such a dangerous thing. You shouldn't be responsible for it."

"It is precisely because I am his child that he sent me out." Clinique said softly, "Our small countries are not like your big countries. They are full of conspiracies and schemes on weekdays. Looking forward to harming other people's families. My father is the king of Liuli, he wants to protect his subjects, so he must not harm other people's children."

"Fortunately, I still have three older brothers and sisters above me. If I get rid of one of them, I won't be considered as having no successor." Clinique smiled hard, "I don't hate my father. He actually loves me very much. These years... he They also miss me, although we can't communicate often, but during the holidays, he will still send me a few words."

Xie Yuanjia's heart was so distressed that he tangled up. He knew this feeling of loneliness and loneliness. He was alone in the enemy camp thousands of miles away.

"You don't need to show such an expression, I'm not as pitiful as you think." Clinique wanted to reach out to touch his face, probably remembering her blood stains, and finally retracted halfway, "Our people in Liuli are not so hypocritical, The people raised in the desert, although we love our family, we are not afraid of death, we all believe that God will bless us, death is just another way to continue to exist, to protect our homeland forever.”

"Maybe after I die, I will be able to meet my mother under God's blessing." Clinique's face was faintly bright, "I died for my country, and God will treat me preferentially."

Xie Yuanjia quietly wiped away tears, "Yes, your mother must be proud of you."

Although he knew that this was just a comforting fantasy for himself, Xie Yuanjia was willing to believe that there really are gods in this world at this moment.

"Then what's your real name?" Xie Yuanjia asked again, "Although you left your father when you were six years old, you must have had a name before that, right?"

Clinique curled her lips, "My original name is not very pleasant, the emperor should not ask."

"Why?" Xie Yuanjia was puzzled.

"Selya is a girl at first glance." Clinique looked depressed, "My father's previous queen gave birth to three sons and a sister. He thought that I was also a girl, so he gave the name to me early on. It's settled."

"Selya..." Xie Yuanjia murmured and repeated, "I think it still sounds good."

Clinique snorted, and he lowered his head to fiddle with the green glazed tile in his hand, "It's really similar to the color of the lake in my hometown."

"Thank you."

Xie Yuanjia blinked, "As long as you like it."

Clinique opened her mouth to speak, but swallowed it after thinking about it, "Your Majesty, when it comes to spring, will those ducklings really moult?"

"Yes." Xie Yuanjia nodded, "When the weather gets warmer, the duckling will grow new feathers. I think it's very beautiful."

Clinique looked forward to it, "We don't have ducks there, and supplies are scarce in the desert. It would be great if I could see it with my own eyes."

"Yeah." Xie Yuanjia really wanted to say he would take you to see it, but he himself knew that it was nothing but a lie.

"Are there really many beauties in the south of the Yangtze River?" Clinique asked again, "I used to train under Qing An's subordinates all day long in Huailing Palace, and occasionally went out to perform missions, and I just went back and forth. I didn't have time to see the scenery there. Thinking about it now, I'm a little sorry."

Xie Yuanjia didn't know how to speak, so he could only lower his head and grab the hem of his clothes, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Oh, you really don't want to do this." Clinique sighed, "We are enemies. If someone who wants to kill you dies, you should be happy."

Seeing his heartless appearance, Xie Yuanjia said sadly: "But in the future, no one will talk to me anymore."

Clinique paused, and her face was a little lonely, "Other people think I'm noisy, don't you hate it?"

"I don't hate it." Xie Yuanjia said, "I'm too dull, and I like to listen to other people's excitement."

Clinique's eyes were slightly red, "Don't be so nice to me, I will be reluctant to leave."

Xie Yuanjia raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears, "I'm used to being nice to others."

Clinique muttered: "I have never seen such a strange person like you, who can be kind to everyone, has good intentions to everyone, and doesn't seem to be angry."

"Don't trust people casually in the future, maybe they are all like me, thinking about how to kill you every day."

Xie Yuanjia wiped away tears with a smile, "Yes."

Clinique was silent for a while, then opened her mouth and said, "Forget it, let me tell you one last secret."

"What?" Xie Yuanjia looked up at him.

Clinique blinked slyly, "I'm not a eunuch."

"Ah?" Xie Yuanjia was a little surprised, "Does the emperor know?"

"He knows what a fart!" Clinique was a little proud, "At that time, the person in the cleaning room wanted to give me a knife, but unfortunately I was knocked out, and he didn't dare to report it afterwards, so I stuffed him with some money. That's how it was kept hidden."

Xie Yuanjia chuckled, "No wonder I always feel that you are different from other eunuchs."

Clinique laughed happily, and the dimples on her face appeared again.The time alone is always very short, if only half an hour has passed between the two of you, Clinique will drive him away:

"Okay, let's go, it's late at night, and it's time for the emperor to rest."

Clinique looked at Xie Yuanjia seriously.

Xie Yuanjia didn't want to leave, but he also knew that he couldn't stay for too long. He stood up and paused for a while, then suddenly stepped forward to save Clinique, hugged his cold body in his arms, and said seriously:

"I don't know if you believe it or not, but I seriously regard you as a friend."

"Uncle Huang said that sooner or later we will have a battle with Yuhu, and their existence will sooner or later threaten the safety of our country. Believe me, I will not let those people go."

"On the day of our victory, don't worry, we will settle Liuli properly. I will decree that they will live peacefully on their own land forever, no one will threaten them again, and I will never let them They send their children out on adventures, and your sacrifice will not be in vain."

"When that day comes, I will definitely tell you."

Clinique was stunned for a while, then suddenly hugged Xie Yuanjia's back, and said fiercely: "Okay! Xie Yuanjia, you have to swear, you promised me this! I will wait for your good news underground You must remember to tell me!"

"I will rest in peace after hearing the news."

Xie Yuanjia nodded, endured the sourness and said: "Okay."

"I should go." Xie Yuanjia let go of Clinique's body and smiled slightly at him.

"Goodbye, Clinique."

Clinique also looked at him, smiling with tears on her face, and softly replied, "Goodbye, Yuan Jia."

Xie Yuanjia lifted his foot and turned to leave, Clinique suddenly said: "Your Majesty, be careful of King Chen."

"What?" Xie Yuanjia looked back at him.

Clinique's expression was dignified, "I can swear that he and I are definitely not the same person, but... Chen Wang is an unfathomable person, I think he may have other plans, you must be careful."

Brother Three Emperors?

Xie Yuanjia didn't understand why he was suddenly brought up again, but Clinique's expression didn't seem to be fake, and he responded seriously: "Okay, I will pay attention."

Clinique relaxed and waved him to continue walking.

When Xie Yuanjia stepped out of the prison door, he vaguely heard Clinique whispering inside:

"sorry."

"it does not matter."

Xie Yuanjia also said something in a low voice, and I don't know if the people inside heard it.

Walking out of the cell door, Fu Jinghong was already waiting. He turned around when he heard footsteps, and saw Xie Yuanjia coming out step by step, with dry tears on his face. He put on his cloak and kissed him. Kiss his forehead, "Farewell?"

"En." Xie Yuanjia nodded heavily, lowered his head and said nothing.

"It's windy late at night, we'll talk about it when we go back." Fu Jinghong didn't want to talk to him in the middle of the night, so he hugged him and walked back.

Two days later, an imperial decree was brought into the prison, and this rebel who had been hiding in the palace for many years would finally be sentenced to death, which can be said to be very satisfying.

Xie Yuanjia has been sitting in Jingying Palace. Since he wrote the last word of the imperial decree, he has been in this posture. Fu Jinghong knew that he was sad and didn't bother him, and sat on the side quietly processing the notes.

An hour later, Lan Kou finally came back.

As soon as her figure appeared at the door, Xie Yuanjia became stiff. He asked her with a trembling voice, "Is it all over?"

Lan Kou blessed her body and said in a low voice, "It's over."

"Then what else did he say?"

Lan Kou replied, "I just said one thing."

"He said he liked the name Clinique."

Xie Yuanjia's tears finally fell.

In fact, he picked up this name casually at the beginning, thinking it was fun, and didn't take it seriously, but he didn't expect that child to take it seriously.He has some regrets. If he had known that it was the end of today, he would have given him a proper name at the beginning.

Lan Kou lowered her head, hiding the loneliness in her eyes.

She still remembered that when she entered with a silver plate containing poisoned wine, white silk, and dagger, Clinique looked at her so intently, as if she knew herself for the first time, and there was no such tit-for-tat as before.

'Didn't I say, you're pretty? '

Clinique rested her chin on one hand and looked at him leisurely, as if she was not someone who was about to die.

'No. ' Lan Kou recalled his cold tone.

'You said you, the girl's family keeps a straight face every day, which man likes it?I don't think you can get married at thirty. '

Lan Kou didn't respond to him, but just put the plate on the ground, and said flatly: "The emperor is tolerant, and gave you three ways to go, you can choose one."

Clinique lowered her head, glanced at the wine glass, the dagger and the white silk, and said with a playful smile: "Of course I choose poisonous wine! The dagger cuts the wrist, and the white silk wraps around the neck. It sounds like a miserable death. Poison is better." , just sleep and it's over."

Lan Kou lowered her eyes and said nothing.

"From now on, you will be the only one left by the emperor's side." Clinique withdrew her smile and said with a serious face, "You must protect him well."

"Since you know there is today, why bother?" Lan Kou finally took a look at him, and said coldly, "What qualifications do you have to say this hypocritically now?"

Clinique smiled bitterly, "Yes, I am not qualified."

"Who are you showing this picture to?" Lan Kou looked at him indifferently, "If you want to keep your country, there may be no other way to go, you are stupid, you have to choose the most difficult one, you can't complain other people."

Clinique was silent.

"It's too late to say anything." Clinique smiled again, "I'm about to die, so can't you be gentle with me? Anyway, we've worked together for many years, don't we have any feelings at all?"

Lan Kou didn't want to talk to him.

Clinique knew that this woman would not have any other feelings for him, so she finally sighed regretfully, took a look at the poisoned wine, and said softly: "Tell the emperor, the name he gave me, I like it very much."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and drank the glass of colorless and tasteless poisonous wine in one gulp.

Lan Kou looked at him quietly, from drinking the poisoned wine to falling down slowly, at the moment before his eyes closed, he finally spoke:

"It's not that you didn't have the opportunity to kill the emperor, but you are soft-hearted, the prince..."

Clinique didn't hear what was said later, and he had no chance to hear it either.

What is it, my lord?

Xie Yuanjia listened to Lan Kou's last words to him, stood up from the dragon chair and walked to the door, looked up at the clear blue sky, the ice and snow melted and the earth revived, and the swallow flying south came back.

Spring is here again.

"Lan Kou, we won't have Clinique anymore."

"You said, is he free?"

Lan Kou nodded silently.

Xie Yuanjia looked up for a long time, and suddenly said softly to Fu Jinghong, "Uncle Emperor."

Fu Jinghong looked up at him, waiting for his next words.

Xie Yuanjia turned to look at him, with a firmness on his face that he had never seen before.

"I want to stay."

Maybe all of this is preordained, it's no accident that he's transmigrated into this book, he's destined to stay here.

"I want to learn to be a good emperor."

Fu Jinghong looked at him tenderly for a while, then opened his lips and said softly, "Okay."

"You can do whatever you want."

The palace was cleaned up again with the help of Clinique. After Clinique was bestowed dead, Fu Jinghong hung the corpse for three days as a warning. He even took the opportunity to launch a small attack on the border of Yuhu, forcing them to retreat dozens of times. In the same day, three of their generals were captured alive as punishment for Yuhu's undercover attempt to assassinate Emperor Dacheng.

Yuhu didn't dare to say much, so he could only swallow his anger and ceded a few cities, curled up on his own territory, and didn't have much thought about touching Liuli.

In a sense, Liuli is temporarily safe.

Another half month later——

An old ox cart was driving on the small road to the south of the Yangtze River. The driver was driving the cart in front, and a plainly dressed boy was lying on the back of the cart covered with straw.

There was a blue birthmark on the boy's face, not too big, but it made his face hard to see.

He lay comfortably, holding up a piece of blue glazed tile in his hand, rubbing it back and forth, watching it fondly.

"Little brother, Liuzhou in the south of the Yangtze River is coming soon, I put you there!"

"Excuse me." The young man's voice was a little hoarse, and it sounded a bit vicissitudes.

He continued to look at the glazed tile with gentle eyes.

He woke up in the mass grave, he didn't remember his name, he didn't know who he was, he didn't know where he came from, and he had nothing on his body except this beautiful glazed tile.

Even though his mind was blank and he was in a horrible mass grave, he held it tightly. Even though he didn't have any memory in his mind, he somehow knew that it must have been given by someone very important, and he couldn't leave.

Dug up from the dead by the butcher, he was homeless and asked where he wanted to go.

If possible, there seemed to be a very gentle voice in his mind telling him, go to Jiangnan.

Hello Jiangnan, I match you very well.