I’m The Vicious Cannon Fodder In The Book

In the twentieth year of Yuansheng, the fifteenth day of the first month, the Lantern Festival.

The annual Lantern Festival is being held on the main street of Yunsheng. It is rare for the people to have a family reunion and come out to play with their families.

On the bustling streets, there are lantern riddle stalls, jugglers, candy stalls, dumpling stalls, and laughter and shouts from the lively restaurants. Everything is simple and simple, and everyone has a satisfied face. Everything has nothing to do with what is happening in the deserted and **** Dongcheng Gate.

A carriage with a carport used by ordinary people overturned and fell to pieces. It was almost difficult to see its original appearance. The horse pulling the carriage had been hit by poison arrows and fell to the ground, its limbs twitching and emitting low noises. Howling low.

Not far away, forty or fifty men in black held bows and arrows, and shot ruthlessly at the man in prison clothes who fell to the ground. His back was full of arrows and his mouth was full of blood, but his eyes were firm and he embraced with the last strength. The man in white with a pale face tightly held in his arms, and the man in white was holding a baby that had long since lost its breath and was stiff.

The man in the prison uniform spat out black blood: "I'm sorry, Luo Shuyu, you must stay away from me in the next life, and don't let me implicate you again."

The man in white was so cold that his lips turned purple, and he leaned against the man in prison clothes. The cold winter wind that hit him could no longer erode his body.

"You didn't forgive me." The man in white covered his mouth with his hand, trying to make him vomit less blood, but there was only despair in his eyes, "We can go out."

The man in the prison uniform felt his eyelids falling, and all he faced was death: "There's a lot to talk about, I want to tell you, but unfortunately I don't have time." Another arrow shot into his back, and the arrow stabbed him hard. heart, "Luo Shuyu, you must stay away from me in the next life..."

The man in white hugged him and shouted his name mournfully, tears streaming down: "Li Mingjin! Don't die! Don't die! What will I do if you die!"

Li Mingjin raised his hand and touched his cheek: "...don't... cry... no... promise... cry..."

His fingers hadn't wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, but he was no longer angry, and he fell into Luo Shuyu's arms covered in blood.

"I don't cry." I don't cry.

From the day Luo Shuyu received the imperial edict of marriage, he knew that his destiny was tied to the third prince Li Mingjin, and he did not understand why the third prince chose him. For him, in exchange for the future of his father and brothers, or his eight characters just matched the third prince, but no matter what the reason, he couldn't laugh when he heard it.

Who in Shangjing does not know that the third prince is paranoid and cruel, and there are countless eunuchs and palace maids who died in his hands. He likes to hold a whip on weekdays. You know he's not a good match. Luo Shu is the son of the Luo family's direct descendant. When Luo Shuyu got married, the whole capital saw him being beaten out the next day as a joke. However, after three years of marriage, Luo Shuyu was still safe and sound, while Li Mingjin acted dissolutely, but never moved. He has a finger.

Later, he and Li Mingjin became husband and wife. In an accident, he became pregnant and gave birth to a son for him. One month after the child was born, Li Mingjin was imprisoned for the crime of collaborating with the enemy. The father and the emperor were unwilling to protect him, and the family lost their lives.

If Luo Shuyu became ignorant after death, he might just be a wretched soul who went straight to reincarnation, reincarnated as an adult, and accepted the tragic fate of his previous life.

But he hadn't reincarnated yet. As a ray of soul, he entered a boxy white room and got a book. Feeling that the title of this book is rather strange, and he has nothing to do, he turned to the first page of the book.

The full text of the book has about 800,000 words. Luo Shuyu became more and more angry. After reading it, his whole soul became more and more transparent because of his anger. The tragic fate he thought was completely unworthy of mentioning in the eyes of the protagonist. He and Li Mingjin both Haven't lived half of the novel as a whole.

When he thinks of his one-month-old child who died in the cold winter and Li Mingjin who finally fell in his arms covered in blood, his soul seems to be torn by countless thin threads, and it hurts so much that he is crazy. Weeping loudly, but not a single tear was shed.

It turns out that they are just worthless characters in the book, they can't control their own destiny at all, they are a stepping stone for the promotion of the protagonist in the book, and death is not a pity.

But what did he do wrong?

What did his poor boy do wrong?

Is Li Mingjin really collaborating with the enemy?

He knew that those letters of collaborating with the enemy were all forged, and they were not Li Mingjin's handwriting at all!

However, they are just characters in the book, an undeniable fact.

Luo Shuyu held grudges in his heart, his soul flickered, he hated it! He hates! He hates!

He wants those who ruined his child's life buried with him! I can't wait to eat its flesh, drink its blood, cramp its muscles, and smash its bones into ashes!

Steeped in resentment, he didn't notice that the space he was in was distorting.

In the blink of an eye, the space turned into a small black spot and then disappeared.

In the west courtyard of Luofu, cicadas and birds chirped in summer, and a young man slept sweetly on a reclining chair under a tree with a book on his chest.

"Son, son, wake up, wake up!"

Someone was talking, shaking his shoulder slightly.

The sound in his ear made him take a nap.

nap? Isn't he dead? Isn't he reading a strange book?

Luo Shuyu suddenly opened his eyes and saw a familiar and immature face, this was Qingwang who was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Qingwang's characteristic is that his skin is a little dark, he is happy and angry, and everything is written on his face. During the years when he entered the Third Prince's Mansion with him, because he was not favored as the master, Qingwang began to talk less. When he grew up in the middle of the night, in the mansion, he would always speak out to protect him.

But isn't he dead? How can I still see Qingwang.

I still remember that the officers and soldiers came to the third prince to take people. They were all very rude. Qingwang stepped forward to stop him and was injured on the spot. When he died, he was still holding a dirty steamed bun in his hand.

Seeing the vividness of the people around him in the past, Luo Shuyu was in a trance for a while, until Qingwang shouted, "Young Master, something happened!"

Luo Shuyu was woken up by Qingwang's roar, opened his eyes, he reached out and pinched Qingwang's face: "Does it hurt?"

Qingwang wrinkled his face that was in pain, and approached Luo Shuyu, so as to reduce the strength of being pinched: "Master, son, it hurts, Qingwang did something wrong, you have to pinch me hard."

Luo Shuyu shook his head, wondering if the things he remembered were a dream or something else, he was a little confused for a while, if it was true, then he was reviving his soul now?

But I have only heard of the resurrection in other people's bodies, but now he is returning to his own body, and Qingwang is still so young.

Qing Wang, who was let go, began to worry again: "Young Master, it's really bad!"

Luo Shuyu calmed down and asked him, "What's wrong? What's the decency to be in such a panic, so that the mistress sees that you have to be beaten again, and then I won't speak for you."

Qingwang hurriedly admitted his mistake: "Xiaozhi is wrong, but the matter is really urgent. I just heard the master and wife say that the emperor wants to marry you and the third prince!" Oh, hey, why is the son in no hurry to give birth!

Luo Shuyu frowned: "Marriage?"

This was the second time he heard these two words, but his heart trembled slightly, but the resistance, grievance, full unwillingness and final compromise of the last time were gone.

And when he heard the three words of the third prince, he was stunned.

What appeared in front of him was the picture of Li Mingjin being pierced by thousands of arrows, and the words he repeatedly emphasized before his death.

"Luo Shuyu, you must stay away from me in the next life..."

In the past, he thought that Li Mingjin had no feelings for him. They had been married for many years, but they had never been in the same room. The only time was when Li Mingjin accidentally took a drug, and then he had a night with him. I still remember that night. Li Mingjin was very gentle, Afterwards, he helped him clean up, took him to take a bath, and never really hurt him a bit from beginning to end.

How can a person who sacrifices his life to defend your sword and arrows have no feelings for you?

Perhaps immersed in sadness, he never asked Li Mingjin why he wanted to marry him, why there were so many women and sons to choose from in the world, why did he choose him only.

The Daxia Kingdom is divided into three categories: men, women, and sons.

Sons are between men and women, they have fertility, but their fertility is lower than that of women, and they are not easy to conceive. A family that needs to inherit the family will not find a son as the mistress of the family, and most of them will choose women as their wives.

The son's status in the Great Xia Kingdom is not high, even if the married person has never been chosen as the first wife. However, today's Daxia Kingdom is different from the past. There is a son who has been promoted to the concubine position in the harem of today's sage. He is very popular with the sage. status has improved.

Just after receiving the wind, the butler who was in front of him suddenly came to inform Luo Shuyu to go to the front hall to meet the imperial decree.

Luo Shuyu changed into a suit at Qingwang's reminder. He didn't expect that the imperial decree would come so quickly. Like his previous life, he didn't have time to prepare himself.

Now, it is not necessary.

There were many people in the front hall. His father Luo Renshou, the mistress of the house, an old lady over sixty years old, and his brothers and sisters at home all came out.

The Luo family is more complicated. Luo Shuyu is the son-in-law, but his mother, Mrs. Chen, died of illness in the early years. The current mistress of the house is Mrs. Liu, who has been with Luo Renshou for many years. One year after Chen Shi's death, Liu Shi was raised as his wife. She had two sons, a daughter and a son-in-law. She was so favored that even the old lady had to give her a little face.

Although Luo Shuyu was not much valued by his father at home, he was the son of the first son, and he was able to get by on a daily basis.

Sitting on the Taishi chair in the main hall was a marquis, and beside him was the old **** holding the imperial edict.

Luo Renshou was talking politely to Marquis Wenchang.

Marquis Wenchang was a little old, but his eyes were sharp. When he heard someone shouting "The Third Young Master is here," he stood up and said to Luo Renshou, "Luo Shangshu, let's start declaring the imperial decree."

Luo Renshou raised his hand and said respectfully, "Master Hou, please."

The Marquis of Wenchang waited for the Luo family to kneel together and began to read the imperial decree.

"Luo Shuyu accepts the order."

Luo Shuyu knelt down neatly to receive the decree, with a dignified posture, neither arrogant nor humble, Wenchang Marquis glanced at it, and felt that he was a good boy. It is a pity that this appearance and demeanor are assigned to the third prince.

"Fengtian Chengyun Emperor, the edict said: I have heard that Luo Shuyu, the son of Luo Renshou, the Minister of Rites, is dignified and generous, gentle and honest, and has an outstanding appearance. The Queen Mother and I are very pleased to hear that. The three sons of the emperor are already weak, and when it is time to get married, they should choose A virtuous son and a match. When Luo Shuyu is waiting for the word in the boudoir, and the third son of the emperor can be called the creation of heaven and earth, to be the beauty of a beautiful woman, Zhite will marry you to the third son of the emperor as a concubine. All the etiquette is handed over to the Ministry of Rites and the Qin Tianjian. We will arrange it together, and choose the right time to get married. Appreciate this!"

Luo Shuyu listened to the imperial decree, and her mind drifted away.

Li Mingjin, I, Luo Shuyu, will definitely stay with you in this life.