I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

I don't know if it's because the current situation is too urgent, today's Ming Ci is too strange, rude and young, clumsy and direct, the gesture of holding him is not as considerate and pleasant as before.

The more Ji Zheng felt that the touch of the slippery silk cloth around his waist was too torturous, the more the hand under him happened to touch it, helping him to magnify every touch, and then magnify it.

It's just that everything...is not in line with the Sacred Heart.

Ji Zheng raised his head and gave him a hard look.

Ming Ci Yue gave him a puzzled and innocent look, but still took his hand away ignorantly.

Ji Zheng had no choice but to think that the protagonist might be a little stupid, but he is still sweet, and he should not be too demanding of him. Since he came to save him with good intentions, he should use it reluctantly and be rescued.

Thinking about this, he suddenly heard a sentence.

"...Thank you, Your Majesty." The voice was soft and faint, and with an imperceptible smile, the silhouette under the dim candlelight was particularly difficult to ignore.

Thanks for what?Ji Zheng frowned, and conveyed the question with his eyes, only to see Mingci Yue opened his mouth to answer something, but was suddenly interrupted.

"Xin Erlie." Li Yang stopped them at the door.

The smile disappeared in an instant, Mingci calmly asked: "It's not that the wolf master said that the chosen one can be taken away."

"Your Highness's choice doesn't seem to be very wise." Li Yang glanced at the figure in his arms, "Why bother? The way you were treated in Great Yanjing City is not as good as fighting in the desert."

"The king of Dayan doesn't care about talent, not about you. He doesn't know that you are a wolf, a child of the grassland and desert, and one of us."

"I respect your loyalty. If you are unwilling to draw your sword against your mother country, after you come to West Desert, I can assure you that Dayan and West Desert will continue to live in peace, so..."

Li Yang paused, then continued, "You can take away your emperor tonight, Ximo only wants your loyalty."

The sound of a horse's hooves galloped over from a farther place, and the sound of kicking traveled through the whistling hunting wind to Ji Zheng's ears.

In the winter hunting competition in the original book, the people in the West Desert may be more than the ones I saw during the day.

He was a little nervous, seeing Ming Ciyue's indifferent expression, he tugged on his sleeve, wanting to remind him that he doesn't have to treat the enemy gentleman, even if he lies and betrays, he can pretend he didn't hear it, it's important for the scoundrel to run quickly.

"There's nothing wrong with Great Yanjing City. Three meals a day, all year round, it's no better than the desert's windy meals, sleeping in the open, bitter cold and scorching sun."

Ji Zheng was a little surprised when he heard this, he thought that Mingci would dislike being imprisoned in the capital.

"...Don't worry about the loyalty of the emperor and me, Lord Wolf." Mingci Yue raised his head, and at some point, half of his face was covered with a mask, a finely carved wolf totem mask.

Li Yang was familiar with the mask that used to be the previous generation of wolf lords. They were taken away even with the mask on their head, and they appeared again and again in the camps of the West Desert, driving them back to the hinterland of the desert countless times.

Xin Erlie, the real Xin Erli.Li Yang finally recalled the fear of being dominated by this name.

The man's tone and expression were neither humble nor overbearing, very low-key, but he used a mask to silently warn him that Xin Erlie's emperor and loyalty were not something he could covet.

The sound of horseshoes breaking through the tent door, Li Yang suddenly turned his head, and it was not his elite troops that rushed in, but a group of completely unfamiliar faces.

"It's good for the Holy One to wait here, and serve as the signal beacon for the ministers." Ming Ciyue put Ji Zheng outside the tent, then turned and went back, "The ministers will come after counting a thousand."

Signal beacon... This is another useless job to comfort people.

The dark blade really had a small-scale conflict with the West Desert team. This plot direction was something Ji Zheng never expected, and besides, he was the damn fuse...

As soon as he got outside, the cold air washed away the poison of the stick of incense just now, and Ji Zheng recovered his voice. He was still wearing Mingciyue's cloak. He took a few deep breaths, and the surrounding was obviously filled with gentle The breath of pine branches after the snow is faint and lingering.

Ji Zheng rubbed her face in frustration.

"Holy."

The voice came from behind the tent, Ji Zheng was suddenly on guard, it was Li Ying.Both sides are entangled and conflicted, but they are forgotten in this corner at the same time.

Ji Zheng stepped back holding the small torch, and hammered him verbally: "Why are you still following me at this time, you are a man anyway, don't you need to go to war?"

"Isn't His Majesty a man?" Li Ying laughed, he was both demon and pure, looking extremely defenseless.

Ji Zheng: "...Whoever compares your face with mine, I am an important signal beacon."

"It's a man." Li Ying approached step by step, his tone became more and more frivolous, "He's still a man who has tasted the birth control medicine."

"The medicine is fake." Ji Zheng had already reacted, and there was no disturbance in his heart, "Otherwise, you yourself are also the man who drank the fertility medicine."

"But I will never be in the next position." Li Ying slammed him down on the red tent stake, without moving an inch of iron, forming absolute suppression with physical strength alone, he glanced at the direction of the fight in the distance , smiled meaningfully, "Your Majesty still needs to protect himself. It is best not to fall into a lower position in this life, and always be on top. Don't be pulled down and become someone's servant, otherwise..."

These words are too offensive to any man, let alone the king of a country...

Ji Zheng's voice was cold, and his whole body was shaking with anger in the cold wind, "Let go of me."

He couldn't push it away at all, suppressed by his height and strength, he could only watch helplessly as his coat, which had been carefully wrapped by Mingci Yue, was stripped off, revealing the humiliating women's red shirt, and the skirts were messed up, revealing a thin and emaciated figure. Two collarbones, and a chest that is so white that it is almost unmasculine.

What fertility medicine, what foreign concubine.

Li Ying was basically warning him with practical actions. What about the king of a country? The power of the Great Yan State was suppressed at the same time.

shame.

A hand came up, groping intimately and like no one else, every movement of the fingertips, every inch touched, was deliberately teasing, provoking his bottom line, "Mingciyue didn't even protect you But such thin clothes can't even cover up the spring scenery, and what good things can they hide?"

"Oh." Ji Zheng suddenly remembered something, and the torch approached the tent.

The flame jumped out a few inches in an instant, and Yinghong illuminated the soft tent.

Li Ying's expression changed instantly, and after a moment's pause, his voice remained calm as usual, and he chuckled, "Do you really dare, Your Majesty?" The movement of lighting up the tent was too loud, which meant that we would be torn apart from Ximo... …

"My concubine, I really dare not." The torch fell from Ji Zheng's palm in slow motion, and Yang Si crawled down the steps in an instant, long arrows shot out one after another, and the scene of riding horses and hunting deer in the jungle appeared before Ji Zheng's eyes .

Gan, the feeling of mastering power is obviously so willful, what else is he afraid of, he is dressed like an emperor, he wants to be willful for a while, and he will not wrong himself if he wrongs anyone!

The fire broke out instantly, Li Ying looked at him with strange eyes, cursed in a low voice, and hurried back to the tent to rescue him.

Ji Zheng knew that Li Ying's precious medicines and secret treasures were all in that tent, so he must feel distressed.

The fire was not big, but it still attracted the attention of the fighting party over there. Ming Ci Yue chased the fire and rushed over, "The Holy One is on fire, the Holy One...?"

The Son of Heaven had already moved away from the fire, standing unscathed and watching from a distance, the light of the fire flickered slightly in his clear jade-like eyes.

Ji Zheng couldn't laugh when he saw Uncle Huang, and flinched slightly. Although he was having fun, it was neither tactical nor conducive to national policy.Besides, gentlemen don't need sneak attacks, people like Mingciyue...

"Mingci Yue, I..." He hesitated to speak.

I don't want to, I don't want Mingci to see his little tricks.

Mingci Yue immediately understood what happened.Seeing the little expression of the emperor admitting his mistake, he half-knelt down and looked seriously into the eyes of the Holy One, "It's okay, the Holy One has helped a lot."

He helped the emperor straighten the teased and messy clothes, closed the cloak, and accidentally kicked the firewood into the fire with his feet.

Ji Zheng: ... Gentleman, what are you doing, gentleman.

The emperor set fire to him to add firewood, and he didn't want to be a gentleman anymore, and he wanted to be a villain who must revenge with the Holy One.

Every thing and every person he comes into contact with the Holy Majesty, he has to compare pennies and pennies.

"Go back, Your Majesty."

It was snowing, and small snowflakes came from the north, hitting their faces lightly, and hanging on the ends of their hair.

Ming Ciyue wanted to take him out of the Western Desert camp, Ji Zheng lowered his head and held him back, "...Uncle Huang, let me change into my attire first and then take me back."

There is no shelter here, and after changing back to his attire, he will completely restore his status as the emperor in front of everyone. Once someone sees the emperor escaping from the Western Desert camp in a state of embarrassment, the next day the whole world will probably spread the news that the monarch of Yan Kingdom has suffered a great humiliation.

But if they don't change it, and let Ming Ci Yue carry a West Desert girl back to the camp overnight, it may be even more...

He looked at Ming Ciyue with a wry smile, his eyes full of entanglement and helplessness.

"No need." Ming Ci immediately picked him up without hesitation, "The Holy Majesty has never been in the Western Desert camp tonight."

Someone used a cloak to cover up the humiliation and mess all over his body, and then gently lifted his emperor Weita and sent him back to the sky without falling into the dust.

In the third year of Dayan Tiande, at three o'clock on the twenty-seventh day of the winter moon, Qianying Hall, the emperor's first court meeting in nearly a month.

All the ministers kowtowed to the throne, watching their noses, noses, mouths and hearts, carefully lowering their heads, and couldn't help but raise their eyelids curiously to get a glimpse of the face of the person on the dragon chair.

The gold thread on the bottom of the black ground is lined with the nine dragons and clouds, and the body is adorned with a great ceremony gown. The twelve rows of crowns are crowned with the crown. The emperor's expression is indifferent and gloomy, and the porcelain white face is hidden under the crown. Cover, that is not a face that ordinary people can look at directly, leaving only a slightly thin lower jaw and vermilion lips.

The young emperor was born with the appearance of a celestial being exiled from the heaven.

It seems to be the same as before, but there is an indescribable difference...

The routine winter solstice feasts were cancelled, and most people hadn’t seen Xiaosheng in the past month. Some people said that he had a more violent temper, some people said that he was seriously ill, some people said that he had a bad kidney, and some people said that he was sick. Bad legs.

Coupled with the inexplicable burning of the tents in the West Desert during the Winter Hunting Festival a few days ago, the relationship between the two countries has returned to the previous tense situation.

In short, the emperor must not be in a good mood.

Dayan's only prince, Prince Jing, knelt under the jade steps, in the middle of the hall, wearing a stone blue prince's python robe.Although it is a kneeling posture, but the sky is beautiful, kneeling like a lonely pine tree in ink and wash between the cliffs.

Everyone looked sideways at him, but looked at him openly, without any fear, and made no secret of their amazing appreciation for his character and talent.

After all, Ming Ci Yue, Dayan's gentleman is like a jade gentleman, and the country's scholars are unparalleled.

It's a pity that the emperor didn't seem to like it, and kept him by his side all day just to add insult to injury.

The eunuch who announced the decree was reading a long decree, "Prince Jing's resignation is outstanding, his temperament is gentle, he is virtuous, and he is brave and good at fighting. He won the first deer at the Winter Hunting Festival in the past, demonstrating the national prestige of the Great Yan. The emperor Of……"

Suddenly, the Son of Heaven narrowed his eyes with a gloomy expression, and slightly parted his vermilion lips. All the staff, even the eunuch's voice of reciting the decree, fell silent.

Even King Jing looked up.

But the vermilion lips just parted, and then closed back with some trembling.

Ji Zheng wanted to yawn, but suddenly found that everyone in the room was silent, looking at him quietly, so he had to try his best to shut his mouth and swallow the yawn forcefully.

He wondered in his heart: "I'm all looking at what I'm doing...do I have to raise my hand to report if I'm going to yawn this morning?"

Ming Ci Yue seemed to raise his eyes to look over, staring at the dragon chair, his eyes became deeper and deeper.

It was too difficult to get up in the middle of the night, and the jade chair under the buttocks was cold and damp.

"Ahhh..." Ji Zheng shouted with a trembling voice in the bottom of his heart, "Come here, help me, my ass is about to burst, this dragon chair is really not for people to sit on."

Ming Ci Yue: ...?

Ming Ci Yue probably couldn't help it, coughed lightly in an impolite way, stiffened his neck, and rolled his Adam's apple.

The content of the imperial decree seemed to be related to the emperor's uncle, but Ji Zheng was so uncomfortable that he didn't listen to a word.

But after seeing Ming Ci Yue, good guy, he was so dazed that he even forgot to lower his head, with a bewildered expression on his face.

Ji Zheng smiled from the bottom of his heart, this uncle probably would be absent-minded and absent-minded just like him now.

It feels so good to catch the top students in class and sleep with poor students like myself!

But what is the protagonist thinking?Is the protagonist interested in the dragon chair?

Ji Zheng really wanted to bring him up to feel the feelings.

But in an instant, there was a bigger movement that overwhelmed the voice in his heart.

Grunt, gurgle, gurgle...

Ji Zheng: Ahhh.

"The emperor bestowed a white jade sword, and Nancheng four entered other courtyards..."

It just so happened that the voice of the eunuch's chanting paused at this moment, and the air fell into a silence, so quiet that Ji Zhengshe was suffocated.

Ji Zheng was full of exclamation points, "I have such an unbelievable stomach!!! I dare to scream on any occasion, no one will hear it, no one, no one!"

He panicked and looked around to see the reaction of the attendants and ministers, but they all lowered their heads and didn't know if they heard it, let alone they were all holding back their laughter.

He had to look at Ming Ciyue's reaction to judge.

The corner of Ming Ciyue's mouth seemed to twitch slightly, and then twitched again, but he still knelt on the spot and didn't move, probably he didn't hear it.

"Alas..." Ji Zheng relaxed slightly in his heart, with a frowning face, "When will I have breakfast after the night shift?"

He really wanted to let Ge You slump on the dragon chair without regard to his image, but when he closed his eyes slightly, the messy and fragmented images of last night's dream suddenly popped up in his mind.

It was a dream he had repeated from time to time since he fell into the water. The senses of touch, hearing, and vision were all so real that he sometimes couldn't help but confuse them with reality.

The snow-white wrist bones were clenched tightly, and they were lifted high above the head, and with a crisp sound, they tapped on the back of the golden and jade chair.

His black hair was disheveled, and the crown was taken off and placed in front of his half-exposed chest.

In the dream, he couldn't lie, couldn't keep silent, and couldn't avoid the probing eyes of the emperor's uncle.No matter how tricky and embarrassing the question was, when his jaw was raised, he could only confide himself word by word uncontrollably and answer the uncle.

"Uncle Huang, does Uncle Huang want a dragon chair?" In his dream, his eyes were red, his neck was held high, his Adam's apple was sliding up and down, and he was choking.

"Don't be like this, I... I will give you everything, I will give you all, and I will give you all the dragon chair, dragon couch and hat."

"Your Majesty...give it all to the minister?"

"Yeah, it's all for you."

……

Slowly, his head fell down... Ji Zheng woke up suddenly, and found that he was so sleepy that he kowtowed his head!

The crown was too heavy, the body had narrow shoulders, a slender neck, and such a small skull, it couldn't bear its weight, and it was forced to fall down by this thing and nodded.

"The hat is so heavy, my neck is about to break, I really can't carry it!" Ji Zheng wished he could support the big hat with his arms, and murmured resentfully, "When will the uncle usurp the throne, hurry up, I really can't bear it!" One person can't bear it."

Something is wrong, not a dream.

He suddenly found that the uncle in front of him was really getting closer.

I don't know when, Mingci walked up the stairs step by step with his long legs, chasing him.

Repeating countless movements in the dream, the exact same footsteps pushed him to the deepest part of the dragon chair...

The author has something to say: give me all the famous scenes to punch in and go! ! ! !Read it from the perspective of the uncle in the copywriting hehehe

Let me talk about it, I finally wrote this scene all night, I am relieved, but I still feel that there is a gap between the expression and my heart... I really love the cute, cute little sand sculpture emperor without a head, so I hope I can show him fully

Regarding fertility medicine, I bowed and apologized and emphasized that the little emperor really only has a baby deer son, and there will be no childbirth content, it is just a foreshadowing

The update time is basically after twelve o'clock in the evening. If you don't know how to ask for leave, don't stay up late like me. You can see me when you wake up the next day.

This time, there will be no updates on Friday, and there will be more later on Saturday night.

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