Cannon fodder is a full-level boss

The faint aroma of millet porridge, mixed with the warm sunshine, is inexplicably sweet.

It was in this smell that Yan Ling opened his eyes.

"Wake up ‌, wake up ‌."

Mrs. Yan's wife looked at the person on the bed waking up, her eyes were sparkling with excitement, and the girls around her hurriedly handed over their handkerchiefs, and there was a commotion.

This is the biological mother of this body, the wife of the Yan family.

"Madam, your young master has woken up now, and his high fever has subsided. I see that your young master's body is generally fine. He just needs to take good care of him and don't work hard or hurt his mind. It will take more than a month. You can recover with just a little effort.”

A wrinkled hand pressed on Yan Ling's wrist. The man carrying the medicine box looked deep in thought. After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief and said.

"Thank you doctor." Mrs. Yan's tears have dried, but there is still a blush next to her breasts.

A person called a doctor followed several other people to prescribe medicine.

Mrs. Yan stretched out her fingers to caress Yan Ling's forehead with compassion.

…

Some fragments flashed quickly in Yan Ling's mind. These were memories belonging to the original owner.

Yan Ling tidied up a little and quickly adapted to the situation.

In the memory of the original owner, besides studying in the first half of his life, the most important thing was the time spent with his relatives.

It can be seen that the relationship between him and his relatives is very good.

The Yan family still has some assets. Mr. Yan, Yan Ling's current father, is an official. His official position is not big, but he is still different from the ordinary people outside.

In today's world, the rich are so rich that they don't eat minced meat, while the poor are so poor that they are thinking about where to eat their next meal every day.

Yan Ling's current family environment is not considered rich, but it is still much better than ordinary people if he is poor. If the family stays in order, is safe, and has enough food and clothing to live out their lives, it is basically not a problem.

Yan Ling lowered his head and narrowed his eyes slightly, thoughtfully.

…

My mind is much clearer than when I started.

But the limbs of the body are still a little weak, and there are dull pains in the chest.

Yan Ling's lips and tone of voice were no different from those of the original owner.

"Mom! I make you worry. I'm fine."

There was a slight hint of dependence in his weakness, and his voice was muffled because of his hoarse voice.

Mrs. Yan felt even more distressed when she heard this.

"Mother knows, why does mother know that you have been wronged? It's good that you can wake up now, and for the rest, it's good that we are still the same as before. If you can come back safely, mother will be happy I am satisfied. You don’t have to worry about the external affairs, they have already passed.”

‌I was crying, ‌tears came down again‌.

It seems that this Mrs. Yan is really a crybaby.

Mrs. Yan almost couldn't breathe as long as she thought about Yan Ling's pale face and silent appearance when he was carried back.

But as a mother, when she saw her son's worried eyes, she endured it.

She was almost half-crying, half-laughing, "Look, Mom was so happy that she almost forgot, and you were in coma for several days. When you were asleep, I could only feed you some medicine. You are now I’m afraid I’m very hungry when I wake up.”

Mrs. Yan waved, and the girl next to her handed her a bowl.

"My mother has been asking people to help you heat the meal. Although it is some millet porridge, it has no taste, but I have asked you to add some honey to it. My mother tasted it before and it tastes good."

He touched the porcelain bowl with his fingertips, "It's just warm. You just woke up and your hands and feet are weak. This porridge lady is here to feed you!"

Before Yan Ling could refuse, a wooden spoon was gently brought to his mouth.

The sweetness pours into the nose like all-pervasive water, and the hot air is white and misty.

Yan Ling simply swallowed the words in his mouth.

The heat made my eyes dry.

Yan Ling's hand in his chest seemed to tighten for a moment.

The moment the warm millet touches the tip of the tongue, the sweetness is like a tornado that sweeps through the brain in an instant.

In his long memory, Yan Ling actually encountered scenes like this more than once.

Sweet and bitter, it contains a completely different emotion.

…

The depression under Mrs. Yan's orbit and the bluish-gray color at the corners of her eyes are still very obvious even though they are covered with a lot of powder.

Presumably in the past few days, before this body woke up, Mrs. Yan was almost unable to sleep at night. She stayed with this body every day, hoping that he would wake up.

This is the feeling of a mother towards her child.

Yan Ling is a man.

He didn't know and couldn't understand this feeling.

But at this time, he, who has always been cold-hearted, would restrain his temper.

The original owner is dead. No matter how much Yan Ling imitates him, he will never truly become the original owner.

Of course, he wouldn't let the original owner's thoughts completely interfere with him.

Therefore, all he can do for the original owner is to show appropriate respect for everything the original owner originally owned.

Yan Ling opened his mouth.

He swallowed another mouthful of sweet porridge obediently.

…

In the next few days, Yan Ling still asked to lie on the bed and rest in the room.

In addition to Mrs. Yan whom I met at the beginning, that night, when the crescent moon was rising, a man with a beard and a dusty face came in.

Yan Ling looked at him.

As they looked into each other's eyes, a feeling of great joy suddenly surged in the middle-aged man's eyes.

This is Mrs. Yan’s husband and the father of this body.

Looking at the time, he must have rushed back after finishing his duties.

Regardless of how much Mr. Yan loved his son, in the end he didn't even step into the room, and Mrs. Yan rushed out directly.

"We are covered in dirt and sweat. Our family is in relatively good health. What if we are exposed to evil again because of your recklessness?"

She is obviously a weak woman, but at this moment, she is pointing her finger outwards and with a frown on her face, she looks like a very unmistakable female general.

Master Yan's momentum dropped.

"Hurry up and freshen up, get clean, and then take a look at your wife."

The two of them had always held their heart high for this son who had been frail since he was a child. Moreover, his son was so good at studying, so Yan Yan himself was very fond of him.

If it hadn't happened like this, Mr. Yan was sure that his son would definitely be among the top in the exam.

Master Yan listened and nodded repeatedly.

"Madam, you are right. Our son is weak and we must take good care of him. No matter what happens, our son will be in peace or not. The Bodhisattva will appear and help him wake up."

"Looks like we are just unlucky. We just happened to catch up with this incident, so we suffered such a big sin. If it hadn't been for those damned ones..."

"Bah, bah, bah, what are you talking about again?" Mrs. Yan made a face.

Mrs. Yan turned back to look at Yan Ling on the bed. Seeing that he didn't seem to hear her, she quickly pushed Mr. Yan out of the room.

Mrs. Yan closed the room.

"It's a good thing that my son woke up this time. Let's not think about the good things of reaching the sky in one step. After this night, I also understand that glory and wealth, good clothing and food, Being envied by others is nothing compared to our family living a peaceful life."

"Anyway, if you have anything to say, just keep it in your stomach, especially at this stall. Why don't you do it?"

"Yes, yes, ma'am, that's right."

When Mrs. Yan said this, Mr. Yan also reacted.

Although I am now in my own house, I am afraid that the partition wall has ears.

After all, this imperial examination incident has not completely ended!

…

Outside the Yan Mansion, in the court, the ongoing scandal about the fraud in the imperial examinations is still going on. Regardless of the arrested people or the innocent people, almost everyone is in danger, fearing that the fire will burn them.

This incident, in particular, seems to be getting bigger and bigger. During this period, a small incident of leaked test questions has long been revealed. It has even revealed an industry chain in which high-level officials secretly buy and sell positions.

The king is furious!

…

Yan Mansion, at the dinner table.

Mrs. Yan gave Yan Ling a bowl of chicken soup.

"Ling ‌, come and take a sip. This chicken was carefully selected by my mother and asked by the cook. It is useful for replenishing the body."

Ever since Yan Ling woke up from a coma, Mrs. Yan has been determined to replenish Yan Ling's health every day.

But this body is really weak, and Yan Ling in the previous world forced him to use magic, so his soul has little effect on nourishing this body.

After an unknown number of years, Yan Ling seemed to have once again returned to the scene when he first set out to do a mission in the fast-traveling world.

Yan Ling took the soup bowl obediently and took a sip with a spoon.

It tastes pretty good!

"It's my son's unfilial piety that makes you worry." Yan Ling said softly.

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about? What mother doesn't worry about her son?"

Mrs. Yan paused in her tone and looked around at Yan Ling, whose face had gradually turned a little red in recent days.

The spoon in her hand kept spinning in circles in the bowl.

"Ling ‌, mother thought about it and decided to tell you this matter."

Yan Ling roughly knew what Yan's mother would do.

"Mom, it's okay, please, I'm listening." The voice was as clear as a sweet spring, but there was still a sense of weakness.

Mrs. Yan turned her head to Master Yan on the other side. Mr. Yan nodded once, and Mrs. Yan's face flashed with determination.

Mrs. Yan put the spoon back into the bowl.

With a "ding-dong" sound, the whole room suddenly became extremely quiet.

Mrs. Yan originally did not want to talk to Yan Ling about the imperial examination, but the longer the matter was delayed, the more intense her mood would become.

‌And if it is heard about ‌ through the mouths of others, no one is around Ling ‌, and Ling ‌ is so excited that if another accident happens, it will not be good ‌.

So after thinking about it, Mrs. Yan decided that she would rather come out on her own and be the evil person for once.

"Mom, it's okay, I'll listen." Yan Ling chuckled.

Mrs. Yan raised her head and looked at the expression on Yan Ling's face.

Her soft and white face when she was a child has become thin and three-dimensional as time goes by, but her heart is still surprisingly soft.

But she also knew clearly that her son had been extremely sensitive since childhood. Because of his poor health, he studied so hard.