I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

"What?" For a moment Ji Zheng almost thought he had heard wrong.

Ming Ci Yue in the mirror turned his eyes away in an instant, the hand that was tidying his clothes stopped, and knelt down on one knee behind him.

His eyes were filled with shame and self-reproach, "I just looked at the Holy Majesty, and I couldn't help but think of my own youth, when I lost my composure for a while...it was my rudeness."

In fact, no matter how you say this, it is extremely presumptuous. The son of heaven is a real dragon. Even the real fathers should not pretend that the son of heaven is similar to himself. What's more, he, Ming Ciyue...a person with a different surname.

It's just that Ji Zheng was immersed in these words for a moment, forgetting the reaction that a tyrant should have.

He hugged his knees and squatted down to the height of Ming Ciyue, and raised his chin with one finger, forcing that beautiful face to be exposed to the light.

"Where does it look like? Face, character?"

What can protagonists and cannon fodder have in common.

Ji Zheng frowned displeasedly, reached out and rubbed the side of his face impatiently.

"Don't do this." The tone became very tough, almost like an order, but he repeated it in a distressed whisper, "Don't do this."

A hand pushed away his hand, and tightly protected his side face, "Does the Holy One understand himself?"

The pulp of the thumb was slightly callused, and it brushed against his lips intentionally or unintentionally.

This posture is too ambiguous.

Ji Zheng's eyes widened suddenly, his skin became so hot that the burning cloud spread all the way to the back of his ears.

Suddenly there was the sound of horseshoes outside the tent, and they circled in circles, accompanied by the special shouts of the farmers and herdsmen when they rounded up their prey, surrounding them in all directions.

The atmosphere was suddenly broken, and the two of them got up one after another, and they faced the door curtain that was roughly opened.

"The auspicious time is here." Li Yang raised his chin, glanced at Ming Ciyue, then stared at the emperor, smiled arrogantly, put his hands on his shoulders, bowed, and made a not-so-pretty West Desert salute.

"Your Majesty Dayan, please."

The checkout ceremony in Ximo turned out to be to ride a horse first!

The horse Li Yang prepares for him is a desert horse with a black body, and its back is almost as tall as his.

Not to mention that Ji Zheng is a fake emperor, and he knows everything necessary for the royal family.He simply couldn't tame this fierce horse in a short time.

He looked over the horse's back, and only glanced at Ming Ciyue lightly, Ming Ciyue immediately understood, went around to his side, supported his waist to get on the horse, and then turned over and sat astride the back.

The horse roared, raised its front hooves, and neighed. Ji Zheng slid backwards and pressed tightly against Ming Ciyue's chest, closing his eyes in shock.

Whistles were heard not far away, all the people in Ximo grew up on horseback, and they were all jogging and running on the spot, waiting to see King Dayan's jokes.

But in the next moment, Ji Zheng only heard a dull file sound, and the two hooves of the fierce horse fell down so heavily, panting heavily through the nostrils, and stomped restlessly on the ground, but he didn't dare to throw his hoofs down easily.

Ji Zheng lowered his head and saw clearly that Ming Ciyue's boots had blunt thorns on the inside. At this time, they were firmly stuck on both sides of the horse's neck, and his head was imprisoned left and right, so he could only move forward. .

The people from Ximo and even the people from Dayan fell silent.

"Your Majesty." Ming Ciyue's voice was not high, but it was very clear at this moment. Although the words were addressed to the little emperor in his arms, his eyes looked around condescendingly, and paused on Li Yang pointedly. .

"Things in the West Desert can't be tamed to death, they will be tamed to death."

Ming Ci was expressionless, and his tone was flat, "The reins on their bodies will never be taken off for the rest of their lives."

Ji Zheng followed his gaze and turned his head to look at Li Yang. At this moment, his eyes were staring at the blunt thorns clasped tightly on the sides of his beloved horse, without saying a word.

Li Ying kicked a red horse of the same height, and slowly stopped beside the black horse. He doesn't care much about people like Ximo's Maximo, and he just calmly urged his brother to start the ceremony quickly.

"Wait a minute." Li Yang said, "The wedding ceremony is a matter between a husband and wife, servants are not qualified to follow the horse."

"Dayan's etiquette, father and brother escort the relatives out." Mingci Yue smiled lightly, turned his horse's head, and approached Li Yang step by step.

"This king is the only uncle of the Holy One, the emperor's uncle of King Dayan, is he qualified?"

Li Yang looked very surprised, opened his mouth, and took half a step back for a moment.

This was the first time that Ming Ciyue claimed to be the king and took the initiative to reveal his identity as the emperor's uncle.

Ji Zheng was in a delicate mood, silently raised his head and glanced at Ming Ciyue.

He hated hearing Ming Ci Yue himself mention the word Huang Shu.

Very annoying, very annoying.

Although Ji Zheng satirizes calling him Uncle Huang in his spare time, sometimes he almost forgets that this handsome young man is his only parent.

It's an uncle, even if it's an uncle in name, the relationship between ethics and principles is a gap that no one can bridge...

The horse had already started to move, and Ji Zheng suddenly came back to his senses.

No one came out to stop the wedding ceremony. According to the customs of the Western Desert, he and Li Ying would lead a red satin and lead the horses around the bonfire and around the camp to thank the Great Desert Wolf Lord for the gift of marriage, and then enter the red tent at the end. , Li Cheng.

And the emperor's uncle... is the one who sent off his relatives in his marriage.

Pulling a piece of red satin with Li Ying doesn't seem to be that uncomfortable, just because Mingci Yue's presence behind him is too strong.

This horse is a galloping wild horse, and it is very unstable when walking slowly. In addition, the rugged hillside grassland is bumpy back and forth.

Ji Zheng had never ridden a horse before, and now he was being led to shake him back and forth, and accidentally said, "Mmm, um..."

A few hums escaped from the depths of his throat, sounding like a kitten.

Ji Zheng quickly let go of the rein and covered her mouth.

"What's the matter, Majesty?" Ming Ci thought that he was uncomfortable, and leaned over with concern.

The broad chest was close to his thin back, and he could even feel his two protruding shoulder blades being gently pushed against.

As the horse swayed back and forth, it moved slightly away, one push, a little further away, and another push.

Ji Zheng seemed to have landed in a drifting boat, babbling and being pushed by the waves, swaying and ambiguous, ups and downs.

Ming Ci has been in the army for a long time, and there are often times when two people straddle a horse on the battlefield, and they can't detect anything wrong at all.

Ji Zheng curled up desperately and landed in his arms, making him a lot shorter, and could even feel that his chin was slightly resting on the top of her hair.

"Uncle, don't, don't push it."

The corners of Ji Zheng's eyes turned red, so he could only cover his mouth and speak silently.

The festively decorated red-roofed tent was not far away, with two red lanterns of Dayan hanging on it, waiting for them lively.

Passing by a puddle of water next to the campfire, Ji Zheng could see it clearly.

He was holding the red silk with his gorgeous bride, but was held in the arms of another tall man. The two of them were dressed together, with the same black armor, and the curves of their bodies fit together perfectly.

The water spray trampled by the horseshoes violently broke the phantom.

Ji Zheng was in a daze for a moment, unable to tell who he was marrying and who he was going to enter the red tent with tonight.

"Holy."

A warm hand stuck to the outside of his waist, and slipped in along the gap of the black armor, as if something was left behind.

Ming Ciyue is always respectful and courteous, even when dressing, he has never had such a skin-to-skin contact.

Ji Zheng was absent-minded for a moment, and could only focus on inhaling, tightening her waist and lower abdomen, and some words seemed to float in the distance from her ear, but she couldn't hear clearly, "My lord, this is... medicine..."

medicine?what medicine?

Ji Zheng looked back at Ming Ciyue blankly, and Ming Ciyue looked down at him helplessly and smiled back.

This time Ji Zheng heard it clearly, and when he saw this person, he suppressed his smile and paused every word.

"Forgive me for being impolite. In fact, I don't like being the emperor's uncle very much. It used to be, it is today, and it has always been."

Ji Zheng was a little flustered, "Uncle Huang, what does this mean?"

Before he could reply, he was taken off his horse. There was a Western desert custom in front of the tent, where people crowded around and sprinkled flowers, drank wine and worshiped. Mingci Yue was blocked outside, and it was impossible to follow in. He stood on tiptoe slightly, Looking back, the emperor's tall figure was nowhere to be found in the crowd.

Li Ying took the red silk and led him into the tent.

Ji Zheng couldn't make any noise at all, and the two of them had to sleep together in the tent tonight, and there were people from West Desert watching carefully and listening to the noise outside.

As a willful and brainless tyrant, he can of course tear his face apart regardless, but his frontier land is not good, let alone the tens of thousands of people in his four western states.

Ji Zheng was in a low mood, thinking about Ming Ciyue's last sentence, and lay down on the bed in big characters without any image, with his legs hanging down by the side of the couch.

"Tonight I will wash up and go to sleep. This tent can be used as a floor covering all over the floor. My concubine is free to be restrained. I am an old husband and wife, so you don't have to be so polite with me."

He yawned, rolled the few quilts in the tent, and wrapped them all around his body.

It was already midnight, after a busy day of running around, Ji Zheng's brain was not sleepy, but his eyelids were extremely sleepy, and he fell into a dream in a daze.

Suddenly, something wrapped around his foot hanging by the bed, and then his calf.

He opened his eyes suddenly and sat up.

Ji Zheng was shocked, really shocked.

Li Ying sat kneeling on the carpet made of animal skins with his legs apart, a red gauze was flamboyantly unfolded, and the blooms fell on the rough fluff.He was facing Ji Zheng hanging between his legs beside the bed.

Ji Zheng's boots have been removed by him, and his knees have been separated by him.

Sensing Ji Zheng's gaze, Li Ying raised his head and looked back at him, his slender neck was exposed to the air, his eyes looked extremely innocent, "My lord, have you never seen the appearance of a concubine?"

Before Ji Zheng could stop her, Li Ying took off the red veil she had been wearing all along with one hand, and gently held it between her white teeth.

This pick, he can't pretend to be pitiful at all.

His appearance is so strange that he is extremely aggressive, his eyes are still pitiful, but the corners of his mouth are already hooked into a half-smile.

Even though Li Ying is the one at the bottom right now, and even intends to open up his invitation, his aura is completely subverted.

This kind of people are wolf cubs born in the depths of the desert, how could they be willing to be servants? Ming Ciyue's words are right, the reins on them can never be taken off.

Ji Zheng swallowed her saliva, and whispered: "Aifei doesn't need to be so active, and I didn't call room service..."

"Didn't His Majesty want a child?" Li Ying interrupted him.

He was dissatisfied with the failure of his own offensive, so he got up and pushed up step by step, dismissing the golden hairpin, and the black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, "The Holy Majesty likes those with loose hair, those with loose and bright clothes, those with a soft figure, and are small and pleasant." of……"

He groped along the Xuanjia with his hand, "My lord, what did my concubine fail to do?"

Ji Zheng watched Li Ying fumble for a moment, his smile faded, his brows were lowered, his eyes were full of impatience, and he muttered a curse in the West Desert language.

Ji Zheng understood that Mingciyue's Xuanjia couldn't be taken off because he couldn't find a way to do it.

Li Ying's tone suddenly faded, "Ji Zhaoming, take off by yourself."

When Ji Zheng was receding on the bed, he was suddenly caught by something around his waist. Under his coat, there was a small round bottle.

medicine?What kind of medicine did Ming Ciyue give him just now?

The wine glass was placed under the couch, next to his hand.

Ji Zheng suddenly understood, got up, turned over, pushed Li Ying to the side of the bed rail, and smiled like him: "I haven't tasted the concubine's wedding ceremony yet."

The author has something to say:

Don't worry, in the next chapter, the little emperor will get up and fix his concubine! !

Make up your own brain about the posture on horseback, don’t describe it hahaha

Thanks to the bosses for throwing thunder and spending money, sorry that the update time may not be fixed for these two days, try to fix it as much as possible after entering V, thank you for your support! ! !