I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

An unremarkable little eunuch came over to salute lightly, took the plate away, turned around and disappeared in the shadow behind Yang Si.

Yang Si was still on all fours, trembling like a sieve, and he couldn't turn his head back at all.

Just now, in response to the emperor's "presumptuousness", someone kicked into the hollow of his knee with such force that he was not polite to him, and almost broke his hamstring.

The emperor seemed to be taken aback by his big slippery knee, and he waited for a moment before speaking, "...do you have anything you want to explain yourself?"

The voice was full of hesitation and uncertainty.

After all, the Son of Heaven is just a naive young man, a pawn chosen by the Empress Dowager, and Yang Si is the Empress Dowager's family member. This is his cock, and it is his confidence that the little emperor dare not do anything to himself. .

He has been rampant for too long, and he has forgotten what the dragon chair's last name is.

Evil comes from courage, I don't know where the courage came from, Yang Si gritted his teeth, and kicked hard, "I'll go..."

The moment he jumped up, he clearly saw the little emperor flinching back, with timidity in his eyes.

However, something hit his Achilles tendon soundlessly in the next moment. Before he could feel the pain, the whole leg had lost all feeling, only the silent whine that he swallowed into his throat.

The emperor frowned: "What are you going to do?"

Yang Si gasped: "Last year, in the name of Duke Xianguo, I forcibly bought a few acres of land in the suburbs of Beijing, and renamed that village Yangjiacun."

The emperor seemed not satisfied, "raise your head."

Yang Si lowered his head and was covered with cold sweat. He didn't respond to his words, and planned to pretend to be deaf and dumb.But immediately his hair was grabbed by someone, forcing him to raise his head in trembling.

His gaze landed on the porcelain doll-like face, and then slowly lingered to the half face behind the emperor, faintly hidden in the shadow of black hair.

Ming Ciyue's sense of presence was not high, his eyebrows were lowered as usual, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.But his distance has obviously exceeded the limit set by etiquette.

He leaned behind the emperor's ear and said something, the emperor's small face tightened to hold back a smile, and he reprimanded him in a low voice.

The two came back and forth, it seemed that the emperor was admonishing his ministers, but in the eyes of caring people, they were like a pair of birds sleeping with their necks crossed.

Ming Ciyue's eyes were gently sunk in the darkness from beginning to end, following the emperor's every frown and frown openly.

Relying on the emperor to not notice.

That gaze, fiery, naked, naked, tastes from the marrow, almost possessed.

Yang Si looked dumbfounded, he had never seen such a gaze, as if the son of a rich family who went bankrupt in the capital building and chased his daughter Qiubao, his gaze was not one-tenth of this one.

He seemed to be wrong just now, it wasn't what the emperor did to Prince Jing, maybe it should be... what did Prince Jing do to the emperor?

It's been too long, too long for Yang Si to turn his eyes and peep. It's been so long that Ming Ciyue is finally willing to notice him. Those long and slightly raised eyes slowly scanned over and stopped on him.

The laughter disappeared immediately, and the depths of Ming Ciyue's eyes were instantly frozen, full of condescending, indescribable disgust and disgust towards certain stinky gutters.

Looking at these eyes, Yang Si's subconscious sense of crisis was triggered, and his whole body shuddered.

Suddenly, the coercion behind him seemed to be heavier again.

The little emperor had a lot of worries, and was restricted by the empress dowager, so he didn't dare to touch him, but Ming Ciyue really dared.

Yang Si realized that he was crazy, really crazy, and mistakenly thought that King Jing was just a dog surrounded by the emperor in the palace.Mingci Yue once had a team wiped out the eight tribes of the Western Desert, rode into the camp alone, and shot the head of the commander thousands of miles away.

But people like him will always be wolves that cannot be tamed.

This wolf hides its fishy body, wears sheep's clothing, and kneels down on its front legs like a lamb, to accompany the Lord to sleep peacefully.

The Son of Heaven, however, was still defenseless, slumped backward lazily, snuggling up against the wolf's exposed soft belly.

He is no longer just a pawn of the Empress Dowager, he also owns a shadow called Mingciyue.

Yang Si was dumbfounded for a moment, not knowing which of them should be said to be crazy.

Ji Zheng couldn't let go, and couldn't help asking Ming Ciyue in a whisper, "Is he looking at me with those terrified little eyes? Did I scare him, but I haven't done anything to him yet... Forget it, pretend I didn't ask." Pass."

How could anyone really submit to the willful and tyrannical little tyrant of the original owner, who would have a bad temper and not go to court?

How could it be possible for a monarch to subdue the people and rejuvenate the country simply by virtue of his temper and killing many people?

After reading the original book, Ji Zheng knew better. Although the original owner lived a comfortable and self-willed life, in the eyes of more people, it was just a joke without rights...

He's just used to being shy, and he's not used to facing outsiders at all.He didn't expect to hold power and deter any ministers. He just wanted to follow the original owner's route and get a happy ending of being crowned king and under house arrest.

Ming Ci smiled at him more softly: "The Holy One is the Son of Heaven, so the Son of Heaven doesn't need to worry too much. His Majesty has the power of a dragon, even if he is sitting there, he will not be angry and majestic."

Ji Zheng laughed dryly a few times, but found that Ming Ciyue's words were serious, far from joking with him.

Ming Ci Yue continued: "The Son of Heaven is born with courage and can conquer many people."

"For example, conquering the minister."

Conquered the minister.

Ji Zheng's throat was dry all of a sudden, and swallowing for a long time in vain did not help.

He pretended not to hear the whispered sentence behind him, and he didn't want to turn his head to see Ming Ciyue, so he had to look at Yang Si stiffly, "I remind you, do you remember the Taishui River in the back garden of the Cining Palace?"

Yang Si's snot and tears hadn't dried yet: "I really just visited my aunt and grandma. I passed by the back garden. When I saw the girls playing, I mixed in and made fun of them a few times. I really didn't think that they were concubines prepared for the Holy One."

Ji Zheng suppressed his nausea and continued to ask, "It's gone?"

Yang Si really didn't look like there was anything else, he rolled and crawled towards Ji Zheng, as if he wanted to wipe all his tears on the black robe that fell to the ground.

Ji Zheng frowned again and again, and just about to give an order to stop him, he saw Yang Si suddenly tripped before reaching out to his robe feet, the force was so strong that he staggered halfway, slipping and kneeling on the street with his face on the ground In front of Ji Zhengyu steps.

Ji Zheng: ...?

He looked up to find the shadow where Yang Si was standing just now, there was no one there, and a few thin palace men stood beside the beams and pillars to serve.

The following matters were much easier to handle. Yang Si was locked up by him to eat fast and chant Buddha, and there were two or three Dukes, Prime Minister Zhang, General Xuan and others to see.

These people didn't take any hints when they saw the dumplings. After thanking the Holy One for the gift, they would generously praise the new style of dumplings in the palace for their creative fillings.Can't see the slightest flaw.

If you ask a little more deeply, after a few words, you will talk about the Empress Dowager who is in retreat.

Ji Zheng barely learned to deal with the crowd. Facing these old foxes, she temporarily gave up the output mode of shouting, making trouble, and throwing tables.

Ming Ci Yue told him that he could not be arrogant.

This time, there is no need to press Ming Ciyue's chest and ask if I scare people, Ji Zheng can continue to perform on his own.Leaving Ming Ciyue's arms on his shoulders and sitting on a chair with a short body, he can also pretend to look down on him.

It's just that the phrase "conquered the minister" was like tiny flying insects, circling around his mind, besieging him, and couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

When Marquis Wu An finished his response and bowed to salute and was about to leave the table, there was a sudden commotion outside, saying that the youngest son of Marquis Wu An, Gu Congyun, wanted to follow in to make a plate after hearing the dumplings from the Holy One.

Ji Zheng's forehead twitched, and everyone else knew it was a Hongmen banquet, but this kid was desperate to get up.

He waved his hand: "I don't see you, just say that he has no official position and no title. If he wants to see me, he doesn't stand tall enough."

Marquis Wu'an's expression changed slightly, he muttered "The dog is impolite" and hurried away.

The hall suddenly became quiet, Ji Zheng seemed to have let go of the ball, relaxed and slumped, and his bones were too lazy to sit up straight.He looked at Ming Ciyue, and said: "According to what you said, everyone has seen it, is there any conclusion?"

Ming Ci Yue half-kneeled down the steps, saluted and said: "This humble minister is incompetent, but before the real culprit is found, this minister has the guts to use a sharp blade to protect the safety of the Holy One."

Following his sound, Ji Zheng could see clearly that every corner of the entire hall was filled with ordinary palace guards, about a dozen of them, kneeling behind Ming Ciyue together.

Ming Ciyue introduced: "This is what I have accumulated from fighting on the border of the Western Desert for many years..."

Ji Zheng didn't need him to explain, these people belonged to Ming Ciyue's dark blade team, they stole Ximo's Yi Yi bone technique, and healed their body, in Ming Ciyue's triumphant victory Plays no small role.

This team can change its image all the time, has thousands of faces, and is used for assassination and scouting work. It is extremely difficult to deal with.

In the later period, Mingci was able to rebel more successfully, and it was also because he had inserted the dark blade into the palace in advance.

Now they suddenly appeared in the palace... So this is about to start a rebellion plot, so soon?

Ji Zheng couldn't react for a while, blinked and looked at Ming Ciyue blankly.

Ming Ci Yue didn't know how to capture the flash of panic in his heart, so he stopped introducing.

"Holy?"

"Your Majesty, the arm of your subjects, you will never be afraid of Your Majesty."

As if in response to his words, more than a dozen people changed their faces in the blink of an eye, grew in stature, and had different appearances, far from being thin and inconspicuous like the servants in the palace just now.

Ji Zheng understood that these were their original appearances that they would never show to others.

Ming Ciyue's hole cards were all laid out for him to see, as if he had never reserved them for him.

Ji Zheng panicked, he didn't know what he would use to rebel after Ming Ci Yue revealed all this to himself.

"I believe that you are loyal, and you don't have to..."

"Your Majesty." Ming Ciyue raised his head and gave Ji Zheng his gaze. Ji Zheng looked for that gaze and saw a pair of black and white clear eyes.He was dazed to realize that his heartbeat seemed to be under his control from the beginning to the end, and was tightly controlled by him.

"This team is called Dark Blade. If the Holy Majesty can hold the minister, the minister will be the sharp blade of the Holy Majesty."

The author has something to say:

Uncle Emperor: The Holy Majesty holds the minister, the minister...

Little Emperor: You think too much, you can't hold it, you can't hold it

Guard:? ? ?Words of tiger and wolf?