I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

Ji Zheng was helpless: "Do you not believe that I believe that you are loyal?"

Ming Ci Yue seemed to be dazed for a while by his nesting doll question, raised his head, with doubts on his face, and revealed the gentle and clear eyes that Ji Zheng was very familiar with.

"There is absolutely no subject who does not believe in the Holy Majesty..."

"Forget it, forget it, I asked casually." When Ji Zheng saw his eyes, his fire was inexplicably extinguished, and he had nowhere to vent his anger, and said with disgust, "A person like you can't hide what's on your mind. , written all over your face, I can't understand it better, and I don't know how to achieve great things in the future... I think you can only be a palace guard."

Ji Zheng really didn't expect that Mingci would be so sincere that even the dark blade could be easily handed over to others.Helping such a person to become an emperor is even more difficult than ascending to the sky.

There are not many protagonists who are so silly and sweet.

So Ji Zheng looked at Ming Ciyue with a little more pity.

"Stupid Baitian" Ming Ci Yue didn't deny it, and smiled indifferently: "There's nothing wrong with being a bodyguard, thank you Holy Majesty for being able to eat the salary of the palace."

For some reason, those Dark Blade servants who bowed their heads raised their heads together, the expressions on their faces were crowded and complicated, and all of them stared at Ming Ciyue with strange and blank eyes.

Ji Zheng glanced at them, thought for a while, and pretended to mention it casually: "You guys followed Prince Jing, there was a man named Han Cheng, what about others?"

The lead attendant opened his mouth, then fell silent immediately, looking at Ming Ciyue with hesitant expression on his face.

Ji Zheng said: "Look what he's doing, I ordered you to say it."

Ming Ci Yue looked back at the attendant, his tone was calm and calm: "Your Majesty tells you to answer truthfully, and you must not deceive the King."

The attendant quickly kowtowed and said tremblingly: "Brother Han was ill a few days ago, His Royal Highness King Jing gave him a long vacation and allowed him to go back to his hometown to recuperate."

"I knew you wouldn't do anything to him... that's all." Ji Zheng curled her lips, with such an expression on her face, "Just now you said that my imperial servants have their own dragon power, and I see that you are Mrs. Too gentle and relaxed, it can't shock people."

Mingci nodded his head: "The Holy One taught you the right thing."

Attendant: "..."

After showing their faces once, all the attendants continued to bring back the disguised masks, and changed back to the most ordinary appearance. They were not included in the palace team and distributed in various corners and positions.Although Ji Zheng didn't say it on the surface, once he knew that there were people with clear words guarding him all the time in the whole palace, he did feel a lot more at ease.

At least someone under the high pressure of the empress dowager supported him a small piece of the sky

Many of Dark Blade's team were trained by Ming Ciyue from their own family, and their original names were all Ming. After Ming's family was ransacked due to an unjust case, they were forced to change other surnames.When Ming Ciyue was busy with official duties, the one who accompanied Ji Zheng instead of him was the one who named himself Yuan Ming, and the connotation was self-evident.

Ji Zheng's legs and feet have almost recovered.Yuan Ming's workmanship is good, Ji Zheng drew him a few sketches, and he actually made the wheelchair as it was, with the wheels made of pear blossom cork, and a layer of soft felt specially added to ensure that it will fall on the wheelchair. The silence on the ground, coupled with the finely carved dragon armchair back, can be called a unique imperial wheelchair.

Ming Ciyue's figure is too tall and superior, every time Ji Zheng is held in Ming Ciyue's arms and rested on his shoulders, he always feels that his self-esteem as a man is hit.He always felt that sitting in an imperial wheelchair was more dignified than being hugged, at least there would be no harm if there was no comparison.

The imperial kitchen said that for dinner that day, at the request of Concubine Ying, a full table of spicy and spicy food was simmered according to the original owner's taste, in order to keep the emperor strong and keep out the cold.Ji Zheng was so heartburned after eating a few mouthfuls that he put down his chopsticks.In the middle of the night, I was tossing and turning with hunger on the couch, so I had to excuse that my stomach was bloated and I wanted to digest food, and I asked Yuan Ming to push me for a walk. I walked around, and the direction of the wheelchair turned to the small kitchen for servants.

Ji Zheng told Yuan Ming to stay outside the door and never let anyone in. He walked in quietly to look for food by himself.

The small kitchen was very large and empty, and it was pitch black at night when there were no candles lit.

He searched for the stove in the dark, but found that the stove was still warm to warm his hands, and there were a few clusters of unextinguished small sparks that flickered and extinguished with little ashes.

Someone just used it, but it seems that they haven't taken it away or finished eating after cooking.

Ji Zheng herself is not the delicate temperament of being an emperor, and she doesn't pay much attention to it. He picked up the chopsticks and picked a few bites in the dark. It was still a dumpling, and even the skin was the same as the banquet that day. I don't know what method was used, it turned into a piece of quicksand after entering the mouth, and the aftertaste lingered between the lips and teeth.

There are such fillings in northern dumplings?

Ji Zheng wiped her lips with satisfaction, and before she could swallow the remaining half, the sound of footsteps came from the stove on the other side.

anyone?

Ji Zheng was taken aback, put down his chopsticks, and spun his wheels around the slightly empty kitchen, trying to find a place to hide temporarily.

But the sound of the footsteps was obviously not right, not only followed, but followed closely behind for half a step.

The special wheelchair was already very quiet, rolling on the place as lightly as if falling on the snow, without any sound at all, without leaving any flaws.

But the man still stuck behind him, his steps were not fast, and he was very leisurely, as if... he could easily grasp his movement trajectory.

How exactly? !Ji Zheng held his breath and suppressed every sound in his body, but the sound of his heartbeat gradually amplified and covered his ears. He suddenly thought of Hancheng who was poisoned before, and the man on ice who had not been found yet, and his mind buzzed.

Indeed, coming here alone in the middle of the night was too hasty.

He didn't dare to make a sound to alarm the people behind him, so he slid towards the door quickly.

The closer he was to the door, the closer the man was to him. The moment he was about to approach the candle lamp by the door, the man suddenly walked around to him from the other side.

For a moment, only one sentence flashed into Ji Zheng's mind, "Your Highness King Jing, have you ever heard a strange sound of heartbeat, is it still there?"

heartbeat?

With a wonderful induction, Ji Zheng subconsciously called out: "Uncle Huang, don't scare me..."

A candle was burning in front of him, very close, and through the flickering candlelight, he could clearly see the opposite face.

Those pupils seemed to be eyes of a ferocious beast that had just completed a hunt, with bloodshot eyes full of exhaustion, and a longing of hunger and longing flashed by.

Ji Zheng took half a step back in shock, he was clearly familiar with the outline of the eyebrows, but he couldn't remember the look in his eyes.Before he could concentrate and look again, the person on the opposite side had already lit the candle lamp on the side with a candle, and the whole room was suddenly brightly lit.

Mingci rubbed the center of his eyebrows, lowered his eyes and said helplessly: "My lord."

Ji Zheng looked at Ming Ciyue's face that was no different from usual, but he still had lingering fears, "Well, you guard, come here to squat at the small kitchen in the middle of the night!"

He hit Ming Ciyue's calf lightly with the wheelchair, but was caught on the wheel and couldn't move at all.Ming Ci got closer, "I'm chasing someone who steals my snacks, I didn't expect..." squatting down on the Holy Lord.

Ji Zheng followed Mingci Yue's intentional or unintentional gaze, and saw the dumplings that looked like they had been gnawed by a little mouse.

His cheeks were burning, he coughed a few times, looked at Ming Ciyue with a little teasing, and said frivolously: "I didn't expect that such a beautiful gentleman would be so hungry that he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night."

"A gentleman is a human being, so he will naturally be hungry." Mingci Yue looked back to meet his gaze, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse in the middle of the night.

"...What's more, the minister is not a gentleman."

"So does the Holy Majesty want to accompany my servants to eat?" He changed his tone and brought the plate closer to eat.Seeing that Ji Zheng hesitated for a long time and refused to pick up the chopsticks, he smiled calmly, picked up the chopsticks himself first, picked up the half of the small dumpling, and sucked it down along the crooked little teeth marks.

Ming Ci Yue is testing poison for him.

The clean freak who once threw him down because of a little ink stain, now a lip print covered his bite marks.

The vermilion lips parted slightly, and the sharp teeth rubbed the milky white and tender dumpling skin lightly, like the prey of some ferocious beast, picking up someone's pale and weak nape...

Ji Zheng looked at it, feeling a little indescribable, "I don't mean that!" He quickly grabbed the chopsticks and swallowed the whole thing in one gulp. As soon as he took it, the sesame heart melted, and he closed his eyes, Once again indulging in the mellow aroma on the tip of the tongue.

"You eat too, don't look at me."

"The skin is the crystal glutinous dough left over from that day."

Ji Zheng casually said: "Well, you dare to take people's food to fool me."

Really fragrant.

The next moment, Ming Ciyue separated the remaining three or four, the skin and the stuffing, and carefully sandwiched the sesame heart sugar stuffing for him.

Candy filling is indeed more palatable to Ji Zheng, he looked at Ming Ciyue who only ate dough, and said dumbly: "Have I... ordered you like this before?"

"It's a little habit of Chen's mother. This dish is also modified from Chen's hometown. The Jiangnan side is more sweet. It is different from this kind of dumpling. In winter, it is often wrapped with round glutinous flour balls. It is also used on weddings and weddings. Bag……"

While eating and listening to Mingci, Ji Zheng talked a lot about her own affairs. These are trivial matters from the protagonist's childhood, and there are not many things involved in the original book.

Hearing Xingtou, he couldn't help asking, "What happened next?" As soon as he said it, he regretted it too much.

Later, Ming's father was requisitioned to sit in the northwest and lead troops to fight. Later, the unwarranted corruption case in the south of the Yangtze River occurred. Later, Ming's house was sealed. Later, Ming's mother was depressed and died of illness on the way to Beijing... He obviously knew all this. of.

Ji Zheng felt a little bit remorseful, thinking that as long as he uttered his words clearly, he would reluctantly agree to help him re-examine the case in the future.

Ming Ciyue just paused for a short while, and said lightly, "I didn't eat too much after that, and I sometimes panic at night."

Yuan Ming came in early, stood by his side, and was a little anxious at this moment, "The Holy Majesty is generous, why didn't His Highness say that Madam..."

Ji Zheng was also a little anxious for him.

Ming Ciyue slightly raised his eyes from the porcelain plate: "I have prepared delicacies from my hometown in the middle of the night and invited the Holy Majesty not to let the Holy Majesty listen to those bad things. I have no intention of getting close to the Holy Majesty."

What he said was very gentlemanly, but it was also in line with Ming Ciyue's temperament.Ji Zheng smacked his lips lightly, and the food was no longer tasteful.

Not far away, there seemed to be something burning in the stove fire, and suddenly some metal fell to the ground with a clang.Ji Zheng got closer and slid over to pick it up. It was a short dagger with words engraved on it, Han...

Before Ji Zheng could see it clearly, Ming Ciyue had already received it lightly, "It belongs to Han Cheng, my subordinate, and I brought it by my side, thinking about sending it to him when I have time." His tone changed slightly, "Late at night Now, I'd better escort the Holy Majesty to bed early."

Ji Zheng was in a low mood, and didn't think carefully about whether the words were right or not. He was still stuck in the matter just now, "Hancheng is also from the south of the Yangtze River..." I don't know if Mingci Yue will feel homesick when sending things.

He insisted that he couldn't learn to push, so he half picked him up, escorted him back to Yanfu Hall, and put him on the couch.

Hearing the intentionally light footsteps outside the tent, Ji Zheng suddenly recalled that in the darkness just now, Mingyu was able to accurately capture his position. Was it because his hearing was too good?

Although it feels like a fantasy...

Ji Zheng pulled the curtain quietly and saw Ming Ciyue standing outside, that long sword-like figure was bathed in the flowing moonlight from the window, silent and forbearing, the shoulder and neck line protecting the mysterious armor, Gentle and powerful, the slightly protruding Adam's apple on the neck, when rolling up and down gently, the feeling of brushing against the palm of the hand...

He suddenly became hot with dryness, and then he quickly looked away, and continued to lie flat gently, closed his eyes tightly, and breathed evenly.

I said silently in my heart: "The more the words are clear, can you hear them?"

He listened carefully, but there was no response from the silence outside.

"Mingciyue, if you stand outside and don't leave, I will consider you to have heard it."

There were no footsteps outside.

No, it is common for Mingci Yue to keep vigil and not leave.

Ji Zheng pursed her lips for the last time, "Uncle Emperor, my dragon bed is here, if you have the heart, I can force it..."

The cloth boots landed on the ground, approaching steadily without hurrying.

Ji Zheng: ...? ?

No, really? !

The author has something to say:

Little Emperor: Has the protagonist opened up?Really want to climb the bed? ! !I'm just the king of the hello world

"Silly, white and sweet" Uncle Emperor: ... Your Majesty, are you playing with fire? ?

The content of the copy will be there. After reading the outline, there are about a few chapters left. I wrote it slowly before. I will try to write more in the future. I won’t say much. Thank you for understanding. Don’t fatten me QAQ, Bihat