Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

"Madam, why are you crying?" Madam Zheng said in surprise.

Xiao's subconsciously reached out and touched the corner of his eyes, starting with the wetness of his hands.

She slowed down, only to find that the corner of the messy ruined temple had become a corner of the magnificent Daxiong Palace, and the corner of her left hand was turned into a sign.

Is it a dream?

But it's too real.

If it's not a dream—

Xiao Clan looked down at the signature in his hand: "Working hard and trying to succeed, when the flowers bloom, there is a gust of wind; Xijun can only take advantage of it, and hope that there will be no red in the east."

She couldn't help substituting this signature on herself in the "dream".

The previous sentence said that she was conscientious in managing the backyard of the government, and only hoped that IKEA would have a good room and her son would become a talent. As a result, the mother-in-law watched with cold eyes, her husband was cold by nature, and looked close. The son who had spoiled him for more than 20 years was not only not his own, but also desperately wanted her life.

As for the Xijun in the latter sentence, recalling what happened in the "dream" just now, she couldn't help turning her head to look at the third Buddha who was not far away or graceful or kind.

At this moment, a middle-aged monk hurriedly walked in, stood still in front of the sign stand, folded his hands together, bowed and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk suddenly suffered from abdominal pain. The female donors have been waiting for a long time. Are the two female donors asking for signing? Huh—"

The eyes of the three people suddenly fell on the signature in Xiao's hands.

Madam Zheng subconsciously looked behind the middle-aged monk, where there were old monks everywhere.

Xiao's obviously realized this too. She was taken aback for a moment, half-opened her mouth, and only said: "This sign stand has always been the master and you are in charge of it alone?"

"Exactly." The middle-aged monk suppressed the doubts in his heart and asked: "What's wrong?"

"It's not a dream, it's really not a dream..." Xiao Clan held Madam Zheng's hand and staggered to stand firm, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and like being poured with cold water from head to toe. Both up and down lost consciousness.

Sadness, hatred, confusion... emotions intertwined in her heart.

"Madam, what's wrong with you, madam?" Looking at the shaky appearance of the Xiao Clan, Madam Zheng said anxiously: "Madam, you can't have an accident. The purpose of our coming to Huguo Temple at this moment is for the upcoming expedition to Tartar. Soldiers pray for blessings, if you have something to do in Huguo Temple at this point, wouldn’t it be a blow to the soldiers’ morale if it spreads out?"

Xiao Clan was relieved suddenly.

Madam Zheng was right. At this point, she couldn't mess around, let alone draw conclusions in a hurry.

In case, what if you are really dreaming!

She couldn't help being lucky.

Finally, she suppressed the complex emotions in her heart, took a short breath, and then tried her best to maintain a calm tone, and said slowly: "Mother Zheng, didn't you just say that the osmanthus flowers in the back mountain of the temple are blooming?"

Madam Zheng knew what to ask and what not to ask, she just followed Xiao's words and answered: "Yes, the monk in the temple said, it's going well!"

"Then let's take a look!" Xiao picked up the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes, a decent smile was pulled from the corner of his mouth, and he instantly restored his former grace and luxury.

"Eh."

On the other side, in the corner of the rockery in the Houyuan, Meng Zezhi sat cross-legged on the ground, raised his left hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and muttered something.

In the next second, only a pounce was heard, and a flame suddenly appeared on a grass man wearing a monk's robe standing in front of him, and the whole grass man burned.

Meng Zezhi opened his eyes suddenly, and after a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but bend his lips.

That's it!

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps in Meng Zezhi's ear, and he immediately stood up and patted the dust on his body at random.

It was not He who came here. Seeing Meng Zezhi, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and quickened her pace: "Master, why did you come here? You can make me look for it."

"I don't know, I just came here as I walked."

As if thinking of something, Meng Zezhi stepped back calmly and stepped on the ashes that was still braving sparks.

"It's almost noon, Master, are you hungry too?"

"kind of."

"Then let's go back to the main hall and wait... I heard that Su Zhai in Huguo Temple is very good, and even the masters of Xichun Tower can't match it."

"is it?"

…

As the voices got farther and farther, an old monk with white eyebrows came out from behind the rockery, his gaze fell on a handful of black dust at his feet, and then he looked up at the cloudless sky, fiddled with the Buddhist beads inadvertently. Two points slower.

He sighed slightly, with a long voice: "It's going to change!"

The Xiao family, who returned to the Guogong’s mansion, held on for three days and handled everything in an orderly manner. In the eyes of outsiders, she was still the dignified and elegant wife of the Guogong, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Meng Zezhi looked in his eyes and was in awe. As expected, he still couldn't underestimate the acting skills and scheming of a woman who had been struggling for decades in the backyard of the dignified government mansion.

Song Guogong and Zhao Yijing led the army out of the capital on the front foot, and Xiao on the back foot became ill.

She was very ill, and the whole Guogong Mansion was filled with the bitterness of concoction.

The scene of Mother Zheng being killed by the rod, the dark life in the family temple, the pain of being pierced into the bone marrow when Caishikou was pressed on the ground and severely beaten...and Zhao Yijing's ugly face, scenes repeated in Xiao's mind. , Panhuan, lingering.

"Madam, it's time to drink the medicine." Madam Zheng, with a haggard face, scooped the concoction to Xiao's mouth with a spoon.

After a bowl of concoction, she remembered the business in a dazed manner. She barely got up and said weakly: "Know the piano, help me get up."

"Yes." The maid Shiqin immediately stepped forward to help her sit up.

"You all go down, Grandma Zheng, if you stay, I have something to ask you." Xiao said weakly.

"Yes."

When all the servants in the room withdrew out, Madam Zheng said, "Madam?"

Xiao Clan panted lightly, her eyes sunken, and her face was pale. She said, "Mother Zheng, I remember that you have a son who works at the cloth house in the house."

Although Madam Zheng didn't understand why the Xiao family asked such a question, she still replied: "It's my youngest son."

Madam Zheng is proud of this son. He is clever since he was a child. At the age of less than 30, he had already taken care of the cloth house and supervised a dyeing shop and two garment shops. Of course, there are more or less madams who took care of her.

"You call him, I have two things for him to do."

At this moment, Xiao Clan can feel relieved to use, that is, the old servants her father left for her.

"Hey." Madam Zheng didn't ask much, just sent someone to call the youngest son over.

"lady."

Mother Zheng’s youngest son was named Ji Guyang, and when he entered the door, he knelt down for the Xiao family.

Seeing this, Madam Zheng retired immediately, not forgetting to bring the door to her room.

Xiao clan said with difficulty: "I called you here because I wanted you to check two things for me."

"Madam, just give her orders." Ji Guyang's head pressure lowered.

"The first thing, more than 20 years ago, when and how did Zhou Su Niang who lived on the East Street of Dayu Ting died?" Xiao clan gasped: "The second thing is by the Yellow River in Gongchang Mansion, Shaanxi Province. Is there a Linghe Village in Shanghai? There is a family named Xing in the village, and the eldest daughter of the second room is Xing Xiaoya."

She finally said: "On these two things, secretly investigate, don't let people who are irrelevant know."

"Yes." Ji Guyang respectfully responded, and then stepped back.

Xu was mentally prepared, and Xiao's body improved day by day.

Half a month later, Ji Guyang rushed back in a hurry.

"Mrs. Hui, the villain personally ran to Shaanxi, but there is Linghe Village in Gongchang Fu Li County. There is a family with the surname Xing in the village, and the eldest daughter in the second room is Xing Xiaoya. As for Zhou Su Niang and Zhou Su Niang..."

Ji Guyang wanted to say something but stopped. The matter was about the host's private life, so he didn't dare not panic.

"Say—" Xiao's breath was slightly short, and there was a smell of gritted teeth in his tone.

"Yes," Ji Guyang said with difficulty: "Zhou Su Niang was beaten to death by an adult trafficker on the street during the Lantern Festival 19 years ago..."

He spoke in a lower and lower voice: "The person who presided over the funeral for her was Ma Sihai next to Lord Guo. It seems that Lord Guo was also here."

There is a scar on Ma Sihai's face, which spreads from the eyelid to the corner of the mouth, so it is very easy to recognize.

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Xiao Clan sat on the bed like a wooden man, staring at the ground with empty eyes, unable to speak for a long time.

Ji Guyang was crawling on the ground, and the atmosphere didn't dare to gasp.

Slowly, unexpectedly, Xiao Clan didn't feel too much grief in his heart.

She has cried, she has been sick, or she has already had the answer in her subconscious mind. At this moment, she has a calm face and only a hatred remains.

She said: "You can help me with a few more things, and I'll do it well, and I will return the status of your family to you."

Ji Guyang's pupils tightened, his heart pounding, and his throat dried up: "Ji Guyang pledged his allegiance to Madam to death."

As soon as Ji Guyang left, Mother Zheng came in with a bowl of rice porridge: "Madam, it's time for dinner."

Xiao Clan took the small bowl and just said, "Mrs. Zheng, you go to the Wutongyuan, and invite Master Nine, and you will tell him to come over and help me."

Madam Zheng was startled. Since the wife went to Huguo Temple, she became more and more unable to guess what the wife was thinking in her heart.

Although it is normal for the concubine to serve the auntie, and it is also a means for the auntie to grind the concubine, but the wife has no preference in this regard. What she hates most in the day is the piles of iniquities in the backyard. I wish I could not see and be pure, so I've never done anything before.

However, when my wife was seriously ill, she said she wanted to see Young Master Jiu, and then she said that she couldn’t give him anger, so she dispelled this idea...

Thinking of this, Mother Zheng had an immature idea in her heart.

"Shi Ji?" Niang Niang He's subconsciously raised her voice.

"I see." Meng Zezhi gave He's a soothing look, and this day came earlier than he expected.

"Then let's go now, Madam is waiting." Madam Zheng said politely.

"it is good."