After being turned into cannon fodder, I relied on involution to survive

On September 29, the emperor drove back to the palace, and Yu Zizhen and others also followed the motorcade back to the capital.

September 30th was the rest day for Yu Zizhen and other reading companions.

On this day, Yu Zizhen did not stay at home, but went out to the east of the city early in the morning.

Outside an inconspicuous small temple in the east of the city, she met Mo Huaiyang, the Marquis of Huaiyuan.

Mo Huaiyang didn't expect that Yu Zizhen could actually find him accurately. Apart from being surprised, he couldn't help but have a little more trust in what Yu Zizhen said to him at the hunting ground.

The two met each other, and Mo Huaiyang invited Yu Zizhen to the temple to talk.

Yu Zizhen refused, and she signaled Mo Huaiyang to get on the horse.

Although Mo Huaiyang didn't understand what she meant, he still started jogging with her.

It wasn't until he was far away from the small temple and reached an uninhabited wilderness that Yu Zizhen slowed down and only let the horse pace freely on the grass.

She looked around, then looked at Mo Huaiyang with a smile, "If you want to whisper, a place like this is better."

Mo Huaiyang's eyes darkened slightly. Indeed, it is easier to avoid the so-called "walls have ears" in an empty wilderness than in a closed room.

He took a deep breath and said, "I wonder if the prince has any good ideas to help me resolve this predicament?"

"Two ways." Yu Zizhen didn't talk nonsense. Since Mo Huaiyang asked straight to the point, she would directly give Mo Huaiyang the key points, "One is to fake your death and leave. From now on, the world will be far away, and you will never ask about anything in Kyoto. .”

Mo Huaiyang frowned, "What about the second item?"

Yu Zizhen raised his hand and threw a small wax ball to the opponent, "Control Princess Anqing."

Mo Huaiyang's heart beat hard, "Is this?"

"Medicine." To be precise, it was one of the skills that was mimicked by the system into pills at her request.

"By taking this medicine, you can choose someone who will be obedient and loyal to you."

Mo Huaiyang subconsciously clenched the small wax pill in his hand. Why did this effect sound like a poison to him?

It took him a while to realize that what Yu Zizhen said was not for Princess Anqing to eat. He asked Yu Zizhen in disbelief, "Shall I eat?"

Yu Zizhen nodded, "Given the bad relationship between Princess Anqing and you, even if you want to drug Princess Anqing, her people won't give you a chance, right?"

Mo Huaiyang thought that this was really the case, but he didn't understand. How could he make Princess Anqing obey his words and be loyal to him when the medicine was affecting him?

Or is it that Yu Zizhen was originally taking advantage of his eagerness to get rid of Princess Anqing, and the effect of this medicine was actually to affect himself, making him obey Yu Zizhen's words from now on?

But that's not right. He is a cuckold prince-in-law with no real power who is regarded as a laughing stock by everyone in Daqi. What can Yu Zizhen plot against him?

Seeing his hesitation and wariness, Yu Zizhen smiled and stretched out his hand to him, "This is a rare and precious medicine that I begged for with great difficulty. If the Marquis is worried, he might as well choose to fake his death."

When Mo Huaiyang said this, he strengthened his determination to choose the second path.

He didn't want to fake his death, because pretending to die would mean leaving the capital, his parents, brothers, nephews and nieces.

He clenched his hands and asked, "Are there any restrictions on taking this medicine?" For example, how long must it be taken before meeting Princess Anqing?

Yu Zizhen shook his head, "Whenever you figure it out, just pinch the wax pill." She paused and said, "If you don't eat it, be sure to give it back to me."

Mo Huaiyang was amused by the pained look on her face. In the two encounters between him and Yu Zizhen, only now did Yu Zizhen act befitting his age.

Such Yu Zizhen made Mo Huaiyang relax a lot. He pinched open the wax pill and threw the small black pill inside directly into his mouth.

After waiting for a moment, he didn't notice anything strange about himself. Mo Huaiyang breathed his last sigh of relief. He raised his hands to Yu Zizhen and said, "Thank you for your help, Your Majesty."

Yu Zizhen smiled and said, "It's not free. In the future, please ask the Marquis to do more for mutual benefit with the younger generation."

Mo Huaiyang was startled.

Yu Zizhen said frankly, "The eldest princess of Anqing is also a big trouble for us."

Mo Huaiyang immediately remembered the story that had been circulated in the past about Princess Anqing making things difficult for Yu Zizhen.

His mood was a little complicated.

Thinking that he was an adult and a once young and promising general, Princess Anqing abused him, but he did not make any move to resist. The only way he could think of to free himself and prevent his family from being humiliated by him was to suicide.

But Yu Zizhen, despite his young age, was able to decisively seek an alliance to deal with Princess Anqing after she found trouble twice.

Mo Huaiyang secretly sighed, "The future generations will be scary." Then he nodded heavily and assured Yu Zizhen: "If I can really solve this dilemma, I will take the lead of the eldest son in the future."

If not, then he will still be the cuckold prince-in-law with no real power who was regarded as a laughing stock by everyone in Daqi before. It is in Yu Zizhen's best interest to keep a distance from him.

Yu Zizhen was still very confident in the system's production. She smiled at Mo Huaiyang, "It is an honor for the younger generation to meet the Marquis by chance, run horses and discuss martial arts with him."

Mo Huaiyang understood, "Although the prince is young, his talent is high. Given time, he will become something great."

The two of them made a tacit exchange of words, and Yu Zizhen rode away and continued to race, while Mo Huaiyang turned the horse's head and returned to the small temple where he had stayed temporarily.

The temple was a refuge he found for himself to escape the troubles in the capital. Because it was located in a remote place and there were no monks with profound Buddhist teachings in the temple, people from the capital basically did not come to the temple.

Even Yu Zizhen had an "accidental encounter" with him outside the temple under the guise of going to the eastern suburbs for horse racing.

After returning to the palace, Yu Zizhen took out a pen and paper and began to take stock of her current manpower and wealth.

She employs people of all kinds, whether they are women, ordinary people from the bottom of society, or even criminals who have been unjustly imprisoned, slaves sold by their masters, low-income people, and mixed-race people.

As long as the other person is talented and has a good impression of her, she will give them a suitable position to show their talents.

After accumulating in this way for nearly two years, she has quite a few talents under her command, but compared with what she has to do, this manpower is completely insufficient.

Doing the math on her fingers, she not only needs more credible guards and private soldiers, she also needs more people who can help her make plans, manage manpower, manage industries, cultivate private armies, and increase food production.

The more she thought about it, the more worried she became. Yu Zizhen couldn't help but raise her hand and scratch her soft, fine black hair until it turned into a chicken coop. Only then did she write down her latest thoughts on paper.