I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

The heavy red velvet padded jacket was saturated with water, and turned into a heavy iron block, tightly bound to Ji Zheng's limbs, leading him to sink deeper and deeper.

Ji Zheng is a person who knows water, but it is difficult to swim at this moment. His mind is numb and his limbs are frozen. He can only feel weakly that his body temperature is being deprived little by little, and he is being melted into the cold river water. part.

The cold water squeezed out every trace of air in his body, leaving him with only the overwhelming sense of suffocation.

In the middle of the night, the river under the ice was completely dark, and it was impossible to tell the direction, the sky and the earth.

It was still completely silent, so quiet that only his own heartbeat was left, in his ears, faintly, thump, thump.It seemed that soon, even the only sound would disappear.

Cold and painful, scared and lonely.

I couldn't even cry, the light in my eyes was fading a little bit.

"My lord, my lord! Ji Zhaoming!"

Where is someone calling something loudly.

Your Majesty?Ji Zhaoming?Who is that……

Ji Zheng's consciousness is too weak, he doesn't remember the Holy Majesty, let alone Ji Zhaoming.

Until there was a very low voice, "Zhengzheng..."

Ji Zheng suddenly opened his eyes a crack, he was stunned for a while, and then he threw up his limbs, against the cold, against the current that was about to drag him into the abyss.

"I'm here..." The ice mixed with the water scrambled towards his lungs, leaving only deathly darkness.

Xuan Qian looked at Ming Ciyue suddenly, "Zhengzheng... who is that?"

Ming Ci Yue didn't have time to explain to him, and continued to call "Shang Sheng", "Ji Zhaoming", and "Zheng Zheng" alternately in vain.

It was as if the "Uncle Emperor" that came from his heart just now disappeared like a hallucination, leaving no trace.

Only the pain was real, he was almost half kneeling on the ice floe, clutching his heart, moving inch by inch to look for the little emperor.

Pat, clack, drops of cold sweat rolled down his temples and fell onto the ice.

The ice surface has been cracked into countless petals, and each gap is enough to swallow a thin boy. This is like looking for a special drop of water in a vast ocean.

It was dark, with thick ice blocking most of the light.Xuanqian has dived countless times, surfaced countless times to take a breath, and exchanged disappointed looks with Ming Ciyue countless times.

Mingci struggled to speak through his teeth: "I'll call the guards over there to look for it together."

Xuanqian held him back and motioned him to look up at the bridge not far away. Under the gloomy moonlight, a certain white stone lion head on the railing seemed to be missing a small horn, which could only be discerned after careful examination.

"I'm afraid I can't call anyone else for the time being."

Mingci Yue's eyes suddenly darkened, "How to find it, then how to find it!"

Xuanqian said: "Your Highness stay on the ice and pay more attention to your health, and the poor monk will follow the cleft of the lion's head..."

Xuanqian's voice gradually became blurred in the ear again, this time there was only the sound of heartbeat, very soft, mixed with the howling cold wind in the ear, if you don't pay attention, you may miss it.

Ming Ci Yue suddenly pressed his chest tightly: "It's coming again, did you hear that?"

Xuan Qian wondered: "What?"

Ming Ci closed his eyes tightly, concentrated his attention on perception, and said softly: "Heartbeat."

Xuan Qian frowned: "Your Highness's nerves are tense, and when he is weak and palpitations, he may have heard his own heartbeat."

"No, it's not mine." Ming Ci Yue shook his head.He could tell that the strong and fast voice belonged to him, and the weak and slow voice belonged to the other person. The two voices intertwined and fluctuated, entangled closely, and inseparable.

It seems that two bodies are stacked on top of each other, with their chests facing each other, wonderfully achieving a symbiotic resonance in which the sun and the moon shine together.

But how could it be possible that he heard the heartbeat of the Holy One through the half-foot-thick layer of hard ice and the several-foot-deep abyss of silence?

Mingci endured the pain in his heart, staggered, and moved quickly close to the ice surface. One foot to the left, the voice seemed to be quieter, one foot to the right, the voice became louder again, and two feet to the right , bigger and bigger, further ahead...

Plop, plop...

Ming Ci Yue suddenly stopped and opened his eyes.

very noisy.

Ji Zheng seemed to hear a plop, which broke the silence of this water area, disturbed the water flow around him, and woke him up from the warmth of half-dream.

He struggled drowsily to open his heavy eyelids, subconsciously raised his head and looked along the source of the sound.

A long and tall thing like an arrow tore through the silence and came towards him. The whole body seemed to be shrouded in the invisible light in the dark water.

But how can there be a moon here?

Ji Zheng could no longer feel the pain, lazily turned over and wanted to continue falling asleep.

But someone patted his side face, then tightly hooked his waist, stretched his limbs, and then hugged him tightly on his shoulders, leading him up against the current and pressure, up.

The higher you go, the heavier your body becomes, every joint is struggling to scream, and it seems as if the inside and outside of the chest are about to be flattened by the current.

A few times, he was so tired that he wanted to give up, his hands and feet let go, and he sank down.Those arms quickly went down again, picked him up, and carried him up.

He fell a few times, and the man picked him up a few times, over and over again, with great patience.

In an instant, the sides of his cheeks cooled, and the air flowed again on the surface of his skin.

He raised his head impatiently, opened his mouth, tried but in vain to inhale and swallow, trying to drive the air into his body.

A slender finger helped him gently open his mouth, open his teeth, and press down the tip of his tongue, and another hand turned him over, placing him on a long, cool and strong object, Let him face down, then pat him on the back, smooth along the emaciated spine.

Ji Zheng burst into a heart-piercing cough, coughing up a lot of clogged dirt.

The finger trembled slightly, but didn't dodge it, and stayed in his mouth to help him press down his tongue.

Ji Zheng couldn't help biting his tongue slightly.

Bah, salty, cold, unpalatable!

The hand trembled again, this time more violently, but it still didn't move away.

Ji Zheng's heavy, water-absorbing cotton clothes were all taken off, as if the shackles were removed, and a large area of ​​skin was suddenly exposed to the piercing air.

So cold.

Ji Zheng's limbs were stiff, like a frozen little snake, subconsciously burrowing towards the warmest place, using both hands and feet, tightly grabbing the heat source.

But that layer of temperature is always blocked by a layer of hard and cold cloth, no matter how you hug it, it becomes extremely twisted, and it is not warm at all.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" A voice called him, sounding helpless.

Ji Zheng closed his eyes, moved his hands and feet, groped around, but couldn't figure it out, and finally found an opening, and gently moved along the gap to the sides.

The barrier disappeared, the touch was soft and smooth, and the temperature rushed over in an instant.

"Zhengzheng..." the voice whispered.

"Hmm..." At the same time, Ji Zheng pursed his lips and murmured a satisfied sigh.

After the temperature surged to his limbs, his frowning brows and eyes relaxed, he found his angle, leaned against the heat source, curled up, and fell into a deep coma again.

Ji Zheng had a dream.

In the dream was the lobby of the Golden Luan Palace, which he had never actually been to.It is similar to the one shown on TV, with a high golden dome, golden nanmu beams and clean floors, and the extremely hard golden dragon chair under him, and the armrests on both sides of the dragon chair. Carved with majestic gold and jade Nine Dragons totem.

Ji Zheng has never sat on such a hard chair without a soft cushion.He straightened his waist, remained motionless, and his whole body was extremely stiff and numb.

After a while, he made small movements frequently, ignoring the ministers and guards who couldn't see their faces clearly, he stretched out his hands to support his head, supported his hat, stretched his left and right legs alternately, shook them, and even turned them up.

Ge Youtan, the whole person, raised his head to the mouth of the flying dragon with its teeth and claws behind its back.

"Boom, boom" heavy and slow footsteps went up the stairs.

Sensing the approaching danger, Ji Zheng opened his eyes suddenly with his eyes closed, swallowed nervously, and huddled tightly against the back of the chair.

The big little deer stared round and stared straight at the person approaching in front of him, his eyes accidentally swept across the Adam's apple that was close in front of him, he thought of something, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

"Excellent words?"

Why is Ming Ciyue's expression so strange?Far from the usual humility and courtesy, it was dark and terrifying that Ji Zheng had never seen before.Under the superior brow bone, those deep and slender eyes looked over without blinking, and sized him up from top to bottom.

Ji Zheng's hair stood on end, and he didn't dare to vent his breath. Finally, he realized a problem.

Could it be that Mingci was looking at his dragon chair?

He breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to get up and give up his seat, but Mingci Yue leaned down, imprisoning him tightly in this narrow space.

"I don't know how to sit."

Ming Ci Yue helped him put his legs together, and then patted his waist lightly, forcing him to sit up straight.

Ji Zheng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated inexplicably, beating on the tympanic membrane next to his ear.

What was even more frightening was that he found that Mingci Yue's fingertips propped on the armrests of the dragon chair on both sides were tapping the inlaid gold jade there lightly, one click, one click, every beat was accurate, which happened to match the sound of his heartbeat.

"Huang, Uncle Huang?" Ji Zheng couldn't help crying, as if he was directly penetrated by those eyes to the bottom of his heart.

Ji Zheng wanted to suppress her heartbeat desperately.But the more depressed, the faster the heartbeat, and the faster and faster the fingertips matched.

Ming Ciyue finally said softly: "What is His Majesty thinking?"

Ji Zheng didn't know what was wrong with him. Facing the emperor's uncle, the voice in his heart was about to come out, and he couldn't hide it. He slowly opened his mouth like a demon: "I don't want to be..."

His words were immediately interrupted.

Ming Ci was pressed against his ear more lightly, "The Holy Majesty is thinking, let this minister..."

The cool exhalation lifted a small piece of cold hair on the back of the neck, and Ji Zheng's head lowered a little bit more and more, until it couldn't be lowered any more.

"Is Wei Chen right?"

Ji Zheng gritted her teeth tightly.His face seemed to be bleeding red.

Why, facing the uncle, he didn't even have the strength to deny it.

The author has something to say:

"I want the bright moon to come to me"

It's a pity that the ancients of the emperor don't know artificial respiration, otherwise...

In terms of mind reading, it may not be as simple as copywriting. The author has added a lot of private settings (convenient and exciting sauces and stuffing) hehehe, it may need to be developed slowly

It's finally updated, hard work bosses are chasing the update! !I'm going to eat instant noodles la la la