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

Although Ji Dairou has repeatedly promised that he will not do anything to Qiuyang, and Xie Yuanjia also believes in his character, he still asks people to stroll around the Chaoxi Hall from time to time. He couldn't let it go, but he had a look at his peace of mind. It was a big matter related to Qiuyang, so he couldn't help but take it to heart.

Ji Dairou, as he himself said, has almost no behavior beyond the distance. He just talks to Qiuyang every day and practices swords for her. He is neither unruly nor seductive.He also knew that Xie Yuanjia was worried, so he also acquiesced in his behavior of sending people to come frequently. After all, no one can rest assured about these things.

The days are fleeting, and it is another autumn, and Xie Yuanjia will be eighteen years old.

Mental age, of course he knew that he was an adult, but with this body, he still had the feeling that he had returned to the year of the coming-of-age ceremony. He was also so excited and nervous, curious about his imminent step into the adult world.Now that he is doing it again, he feels a little novel.

"This Xiangchu still has so much nonsense!" Fu Jinghong picked out a book in dissatisfaction, and threw it aside in disgust, "I wanted to kill him a long time ago!"

Xie Yuanjia immediately asked someone to take the booklet back, "Don't be like this, Xiang Chu is so cute."

"Cute?" Fu Jinghong frowned, "You're the only one who thinks so. What's so cute about a long-winded and dull person?"

Xie Yuanjia smiled and replied: "You don't understand." He lowered his head and reopened the memorial, and read it carefully. The harvest in Linzhou is good this year. In order to be in harmony with the people, Xiang Chu went to the field to mow for a day with the old farmers Although I was tired, I also realized that growing crops is not easy.

Seriously between the lines, it's like a composition written by a primary school student who went to the countryside to experience life. Why don't you think he's cute?

Xie Yuanjia read the text with a smile. As usual, he saw Xiang Chu's familiar greeting below, mixed with a few words of homely routine, and he also mentioned that the old concubine who lived in their house left without saying goodbye, leaving only a letter saying that he was going back to his hometown. Visiting relatives, he was a little worried about whether it would be unsafe for an old man to go on the road alone, so he didn't say anything.

Xie Yuanjia chuckled, and took up a pen to write back to him.

Fu Jinghong looked at him smiling and in a good mood, and couldn't help but snorted. He didn't know what Yuan Jia liked about Xiang Chu, it was puzzling.

"Oh, suddenly I want to eat the lotus root paste from Yuexi Pavilion." After Xie Yuanjia finished reviewing the papers, he stretched out his hands and stretched himself, muttering to himself.

After hearing what he said, Fu Jinghong gestured with his eyes, Ling Shuang nodded and disappeared in place.

Familiar with the way, Ling Shuang walked out of the palace gate, and went directly to Yuexi Pavilion. Yuexi Pavilion is one of the best bakery shops in the capital. If you want to eat their lotus root powder paste, you have to queue up, and sometimes you may not be able to buy it all day long. .

But Ling Shuang didn't need to line up, he went there directly, and after talking to Xiao Er, Xiao Er immediately went back to the kitchen enthusiastically and asked the chef to prepare it for the uncle outside first.

Ling Shuang leaned against the outside door and waited patiently. Not far from him was a small teahouse. There were four or five tea drinkers sitting in it. They seemed to be talking about something. Ling Shuang didn't like to listen to others. Gossiping, distracted one after another, but still accidentally heard some words in my ears.

"Is this a lie?" A young scholar in green clothes was shocked, "You can't say such words!"

Another person dressed in gray linen and the same scholar looked affirmative, "Why am I talking nonsense? Don't I want my life?"

"I also heard some rumors." Another man wearing a hat approached mysteriously, and whispered, "It's been rumored!"

"Some people say... Our current emperor is a fake prince, he is not the son of the late emperor!"

"You can't talk nonsense!" The first scholar was terrified, and tremblingly wanted to leave: "You are a serious crime of beheading! Dare, dare to talk about the emperor like this! You, you are a capital crime!"

"Shh!" The man in the hat pulled his clothes, "Why are you so excited? If we don't say it, who will know about it? If you make such a big move, maybe people will notice us. It has to be over!"

The scholar in green immediately sat down in a panic, and the rest continued to chat.

"I didn't believe it at first, but those people said it in a serious manner, as if they were really in the palace back then. There is no room for disbelief."

"We little people have never seen the real face of the emperor, but we have heard from those servants in the palace that the emperor is indeed not born like the late emperor."

Ling Shuang's face turned livid in an instant, just as the little brother from the shop came out, and respectfully handed over the paper bag in his hand: "Master Shuang, what you want is ready."

"No more." Ling Shuang waved his hand away coldly, and walked towards the table of lifeless scholars with a murderous look.

The scholars who were still enthusiastically gossiping suddenly felt a chill behind their backs. As soon as they turned their heads, they were knocked to the ground by a force.

"you!"

One of them raised his head and was about to curse, but only saw a terrifying man with murderous intent on his face.

"If you don't want to die, come with me." Ling Shuang grabbed one of them by the neck, strangled him until he couldn't breathe, and threatened the others.

The few remaining scholars were terrified, and hurriedly followed Ling Shuang, nodding their heads and trembling, and went outside the city together.

"Speak." Ling Shuang threw the man she was carrying on the ground, and turned to look at the rest of the people, "Where did you say those words in the teahouse? What are the original words? How dare you have a single word?" Conceal it, I will abolish you!"

Scholars are the most timid, especially those in the wilderness, even if there are four of them, they are not enough to kill the god of death, so they knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy.

"Say it?" Ling Shuang didn't have much patience at all.

"Tell me!" Wearing a hat, he kowtowed desperately, "You must tell all the little ones."

I don't know where it came from, they just listened to the gossip of people in the academy, saying that the current emperor is not of royal blood, but a wild child brought in by his mother from outside the palace. Her child was ill and died of illness. She was afraid of losing everything, so she made people do such daring things.

The real emperor was already underground, and the one on the dragon chair is just a counterfeit.

"Bastard!" Ling Shuang kicked over again, "Do you want to die!"

"The little one is just repeating other people's words, no, it's not that the little one said it himself..." The scholar cried in fright after being kicked, "These rumors are not spread by the little one, yes, everyone knows about it..."

"What is the basis for the people who spread this rumor?" Ling Shuang calmed down and continued to ask, "There must be a reason for them to speak so convincingly."

"Listen, listen to what they said, the emperor who changed into the palace back then had an inconspicuous birthmark behind his ear, but if you look closely, it is there." The scholar replied tremblingly, "We don't know if it's true, but they all That's what it said."

"What else did they say?" Ling Shuang clenched her fists and asked again.

"Also, I also said that the emperor's name is not right, so he shouldn't sit in that seat."

Ling Shuang also knew that even if he killed this group of people, it would be useless. According to them, they themselves heard other people's stories, which means that there are many people who spread these things, at least they have a lot of academies, so killing them will not help.

"Which academy are you students from?"

"Yanfei Academy." They answered honestly.

It was a school for noble children, and Ling Shuang secretly thought that something was wrong. If those noble children really believed these lies, then the elders behind them would know about it before it was too late.

He wants to go to the palace immediately and tell the prince.

"Remember, I won't kill you today, but—if you continue to make up these rumors in private, I will cut your tongues off!" After finishing speaking, he chopped off an old tree next to him with his palm, and turned around. One Zong Yue disappeared.

In the study room, Xie Yuanjia was still reading the brochures, wondering why Ling Shuang hadn't come back after leaving for so long: "Uncle Huang, hasn't my lotus root paste come yet?"

"Perhaps there are too many people, Ling Shuang wasted some time." Fu Jinghong was also a little puzzled, Ling Shuang has always done things quickly, and has never been delayed for so long like today, so why don't the kid take the opportunity to go out and mess around somewhere?

Just as she was thinking, Ling Shuang's figure appeared in front of the study window.

He whispered solemnly: "My lord."

Fu Jinghong turned his head and saw that his hands were empty, and said somewhat dissatisfied: "Why didn't you get anything back? What did you do?"

"My lord." Ling Shuang's face was heavy, "I have something to report."

"What's the matter?" Fu Jinghong frowned.

Ling Shuang hesitated to speak, her eyes swept across Xie Yuanjia's body in a subtle way, and said in a low voice: "My lord, this matter can only be discussed with you alone by this subordinate."

Knowing that Ling Shuang never pretended to be mysterious, since he said that, there must be something Yuan Jia couldn't know, Fu Jinghong thought for a while, and said to Xie Yuanjia: "Yuan Jia, I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back soon."

"Huh?" Xie Yuanjia raised his head, "Where are you going?"

Fu Jinghong patted his head, and said gently: "There are some trivial matters to be dealt with, you should watch them first, and wait for me to come back if there is anything you don't understand."

"Okay." Xie Yuanjia responded obediently. Since Fu Jinghong didn't want him to know something, he didn't ask, anyway, he would tell himself in the end.

Only then did Fu Jinghong walk out of the study in peace, and took Ling Shuang to another small study.Ling Shuang closed the door with a serious face, turned around, walked to Fu Jinghong and knelt down, "My lord, my subordinates were just outside the palace and heard some rumors."

After half a stick of incense——

There was a sound of things being violently smashed in the small study.

Ling Shuang knelt in the hall and dared not raise her head.

Fu Jinghong looked at him expressionlessly, "You said, the news has already spread outside?"

"Yes." Ling Shuang bowed her head.

Fu Jinghong's eyes instantly surged.

At the same time, the carriages of Chunyuya and Ji Shaoyan were also rushing to the palace at the fastest speed, and there was no delay.

Xie Yuanjia was tired from reading the brochure and lay down by the window to look at the sky. The sky was blue just now, why did it become cloudy in a blink of an eye?

It is going to rain.