I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

Ji Zheng was facing the masked man in black, and he could see clearly.

When the man realized that the person in Ming Ci Yue's arms was him, his face seemed to be stiff, and he hesitated even for a moment in his movements.

But Ming Ciyue would not stop because he stopped at all, and without giving him a chance to fight back, he turned his hand straight and broke the sharp weapon, and stabbed at the man's shoulder with the jagged spikes at the broken place!

The man managed to dodge, retreated three or five steps in embarrassment, without any desire to fight, and pretended to jump over the window to escape.

The disparity in strength was too great, Mingci stepped forward to catch up, and the next thrust went straight to the left chest and heart.

Ji Zheng stood on the spot, staring at the fight in a daze.No, it's not a fight at all, it's almost a one-sided massacre.

Ming Ciyue was originally the god of war with long guns in the West Desert, and the gun with red shadows was the Ming family's unique skill, and this slender and unknown object fit his habits and was easy to use.

Neck socket, eye socket, abdomen, every blow goes straight to the soft part of the human body, merciless, sharp and cruel, the technique can never be called bright and aboveboard, it is just a prairie wolf with fierce eyes, dripping with blood tines.

Ji Zheng is just a sick child who has been lying in the modern civilized society for more than ten years. He has never seen a battlefield, never held anyone's life, and has never had the opportunity to come into contact with such a simple and direct aesthetics of violence.

What's more, the other party's words are still clear, and his gorgeous face is still indifferent, which is the same as when he kneels down and salutes in front of him every day, but his subordinates are full of viciousness.

Such a contrast made Ji Zheng shiver suddenly, so... Is Ming Ciyue on the battlefield also like this, is everyone on the battlefield like this?

He once described Ming Ci as gentle and restrained, with the gentleman's sword in the scabbard, now he felt in a daze that he was wrong.

The more you use Ming Ci, the more you don't use the sword.He has no sheath of the sword, no tricks of the sword, and no room for the sword to maneuver in self-defense.As soon as he makes a move, what he wants is the life of the opponent.

Of course Ji Zheng wasn't sympathizing, she was showing pity.He just instinctively began to fear this absolute sharp edge, but at the same time, a spark that had never been seen before was quietly ignited in the bottom of his heart, which is every male's innate desire for weapons, power, and conquest. eager.

His blood surged uncontrollably, his heart beat faster, and he murmured in a low voice, "Uncle Huang...is this you, Uncle Huang."

It was at this point that Ming Ciyue's expression relaxed for a moment, and when he fired the gun, he turned his gaze and turned his head in his direction.

The masked man who was sitting on the ground and backed up again and again escaped the blow, and then looked at the emperor, who seemed to be wrapped in a ball, the limp little emperor.

I don't know where the courage came from, but despite the pain, this man suddenly missed the spikes, knocked over Ming Ciyue, and came straight towards Ji Zheng!

There was no sharp weapon in his hand, so he could only use his strength to restrain the emperor's shoulders, hold him in front of him, hold him back to the window, and said in a low voice: "This is the emperor! Don't..."

He gasped for the word "moving" and swallowed it.

Before he had time to threaten Ming Ciyue, the tingling pain in his left shoulder suddenly penetrated the pores, and rushed to the depths of the brain along every tiny nerve.

Looking down, it was the "limp and weak" little emperor who was using all his strength to lead him into a sharp corner of the mahogany cabinet at the side, and the shoulders of the two fell hard on the sharp corner superior.

It hurts, it really hurts.

He could also feel the subdued hum of the emperor in his arms, tensing his whole body.

"Be honest, are you crazy!!" He growled anxiously, but he was reluctant to let go of such a precious hostage.

"Be honest? Do you think I'm stupid?" The rabbit will bite when it gets anxious!

I don't know what factor in the blood was suddenly triggered. In the next moment, Ji Zheng didn't even think about it. He lowered his body with the person behind him, countered the person's head with his hand, and pointed at the sharp corner. He tried his best to knock the masked man over there.

"Hiss..." Someone gasped.

It wasn't the man's voice, and there was no expected pain, someone put a hand on the side of his head.

Ji Zheng raised his head slowly, opened his eyes, and saw that Ming Ci Yue arrived in time, and put his shoulder blades between the two of them and the sharp corner of the cabinet.

The man's eyes were red, and he took a light breath, overflowing with uncontrollable anger, "Are you crazy? Do you know what you did, are you crazy?"

The fatal blow to the head was blocked by luck, and the masked man took the opportunity to roll on the spot and staggered out the same way through the rear window.But the people in the house ignored him at all, did not pursue him, and let him disappear and leave.

"Are you crazy? If I didn't arrive, do you know what would happen if I accidentally bumped into you just now?!"

"I will die, I will bleed, and I will never wake up again!"

Lost his identity, lost his title, this is the first time Ji Zheng has seen Ming Ciyue with such an expression, such a tone, such... calling him "you".

He saw Mingci leaning against the edge of the cabinet, his temples were soaked in cold sweat, his brows were furrowed, his expression was painful, he couldn't get up for a long time, and stared at himself with downcast eyes, his eyes were dark and dangerous.

What is he blaming?It seems that he was really hit hard.

Ji Zheng was so stared at him that he felt a little guilty, and walked slowly over to help him up.

"You don't need to help me." Ming Ci Yue sideways dodged, and resumed his usual respectful and distant tone, without any emotion, "I have no right to blame the envoy."

Ji Zheng had never seen Ming Ciyue like this before, although he knew his mistake and regretted it, he still felt a little curious and amused, half-coaxed and lowered his head to find Ming Ciyue's eyes.

He muttered in his heart, "Don't you want to have it?"

"I'm not qualified." Ming Ciyue repeated again.He turned his head away, unwilling to meet the Holy Master's eyes, moved his body a little further, and said calmly, "The Holy Master can't even take care of himself, so what can he do to help his ministers."

Ji Zheng withdrew her hand, and defended in a low voice: "I don't think that the villain is hateful. If the emperor can subdue him, so can I. I don't need to be protected by you all the time."

"What did Sheng Shang plan to use to subdue him, to kill him?" Mingci Yue turned his gaze back after hearing the sound, "Then what's the point of fighting to the death?"

"Don't the Holy One know what is the most precious to the Holy Majesty, to the subject, and to the world of Dayan?"

He let out a breath, "It's the life of the Holy One..."

"So why not let me protect you?" Ming Ci Yue hooked his lower lip mockingly, "Apart from protecting the Holy One, what else can I do for the Holy One."

Ji Zheng suddenly thought of the words that the Empress Dowager warned him that day, "In a position like the Son of Heaven, the most important thing is to save your life..."

Son of Heaven, the value of the whole body is only this life. In the final analysis, it is just a title, a code name for being superior. Today is him, and tomorrow can be that Yang Si. He is the leader of the entire Yan Dynasty, but he is also the puppet of the entire Yan Dynasty.

His heart was heavy, and he asked for no reason: "Uncle Huang is so loyal to the Dragon Chair Imperial Power, so no matter who becomes the emperor or who was assassinated in this room today, you will protect him like this?"

Ming Ci Yue seemed to be touched suddenly, his eye feathers trembled slightly, and he looked up at him with a slightly strange expression, as if he was thinking about this question.

After a while, his voice became hoarse: "I used to be a general, but now I am a prince. It is my bounden duty to assist the imperial power with my life. I cannot resign if I die."

really.

Ji Zheng's heart was as quiet as a pool of water.

"But this minister is so despicable and selfish, there is only one person he wants to protect from the beginning to the end."

Ming Ciyue dragged his shoulder wound, his head was soaked in cold sweat, his silver teeth were clenched, he slid inch by inch along the cabinet and knelt down, one knee on the ground, in front of him was his Ji Zheng, his emperor.

"I'm not a gentleman, these knees don't kneel to the imperial power, nor to kneel on the dragon chair." His voice was like a falling feather, floating in Ji Zheng's ears, very soft, very soft.

"Only kneel, Your Majesty."

He resigned clearly, and for the rest of his life, he was willing to be a minister under the robe of the emperor.

Ji Zheng was dumb, twitched the corners of his mouth, turned his head away, the skin beside his ears changed from white to bloody red, and then turned white again.Finally, he slowly opened his lips in silence.

"It's not that I don't know, what the emperor has been looking at is the emperor's throne."

As soon as these words came out, it was hard to get over the water, and it was pointed out that the emperor knew that Mingci had more ambitions to seize the throne.

He said it, finally said it.

Can Mingci be more able to justify, and there is nothing to justify, this is the fact, it is the inevitable relationship between them, and it is the ending written in black and white in the book.

Ji Zheng's whole body trembled slightly. He didn't want to reply, didn't dare to reply, turned around with his sleeves, and said in a hurry: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm tired..."

"I never look at dragon chairs."

"What?" Ji Zheng's heart was suspended, his attention was all attracted, and he subconsciously followed up with the question.

"What I'm looking at is always the sage on the dragon chair." Mingci Yue looked at him with a peaceful gaze, hiding a sea under the moonlight, "That's all."

What you are looking at is not the Dragon Chair, but the Holy Majesty?

Ji Zheng snorted, and smiled wryly, "You, how could you be looking at me."

Ming Ciyue, the master of the story, Emperor Yan Jing, who has made great contributions in the history of the Great Yan Kingdom, how could he not look at the dragon chair? !

"Take it back." He couldn't help reaching out and pushing the shoulder of the person in front of him, "I pretend I've never heard this before."

Ji Zheng's wrist was held back in an instant, and the man said in a hoarse voice, "I changed my mind, it hurts too much, please ask the Holy Lord to help me."

What are you busy with?

The more Mingci bowed his head and was speechless, he slowly moved down the hand of the Son of Heaven, groped and stretched to his waist, untied the tight belt, and the two skirts fell apart in an instant, he shook lightly, one side The cloth slipped down the shoulders.

The skin was exposed to the air under the thin middle garment, and he led the emperor to lift the white shirt from the neck.After removing this layer, the rest is all skin, which is not smooth and delicate, but full of dark scars.

Feeling the silent trembling of the thin wrist in his hand, he struggled.

Ming Ciyue no longer insisted, slowly let go, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty doesn't want to see this crippled body..."

Ji Zheng's throat rolled slightly, "That's not what I meant."

"Your Majesty..." Ming Ci Yue swallowed, lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, "Minister, it hurts so much."

The sound was like a cat's paw, scratching his eardrum.He lowered his head and stared blankly at the body kneeling in front of his legs. It was obviously tall and straight like a pine, with the power of a sharp edge, but he succumbed to himself and snuggled up to him, like a wounded little beast roaring lowly.

The murderous god of war in Xijiang said he was in pain.

The more Ming Ci said, he was in pain.

Ji Zheng couldn't move his hand away, resisted the trembling, and clung to Ming Ciyue's bare skin on his shoulders and neck, without the hindrance of the cloth, he just stroked those scars inch by inch, those scars that he guarded for the emperor Borderlands, every ray of shocking marks left behind.

Mingci Yue took his hand and led him, and slowly moved to his thin shoulders, which protruded above the somewhat strange bones.

Ji Zheng frowned when he touched it, took a breath, and hurriedly groped carefully, he knew, he knew.

Just now, in order to protect himself against the impact, Ming Ciyue forcibly dislocated half of his arm, but he endured the pain for so long.

Ming Ci Yue frowned impatiently, without saying a word, he let the Son of Heaven test his shoulders, cold sweat had already wet his entire back.

"You have to call someone!" Ji Zheng wanted to go out, but Ming Ci Yue grabbed his sleeve,

"No." He slowly shook his head, "Your Majesty, no, the person who assassinated just now is probably still in the crowd, so don't disturb him."

"I can straighten my bones, but I just need the help of the Holy One." Ming Ci held the right hand of the emperor tightly, every finger joint was closely connected with him, and his fingers were intertwined, wrapping around his shoulders.

"No, I'm afraid, afraid of you, afraid..." afraid of hurting you.

Ji Zheng panicked, his palms broke out in cold sweat, and his eyes looked around wildly, but he couldn't look directly at the white porcelain texture that had been injured for him time and time again.

"Your Majesty?" Ming Ci called him more, looking up at him from bottom to top, his beautiful eyebrows frowned, and his voice hoarse, "Look at me, I'm helping you, I'm willing to help you, don't blame the Majesty."

Ji Zheng said silently: "I know..." It's all my fault.

The more Mingci was like this, the more guilt he had accumulated in his heart devoured him more and more.

How could the protagonist, the future emperor of Yan, suffer so much for himself!

"Could you please say something to your majesty to distract yourself?"

Ji Zheng hummed vaguely and said, "Just say what you want, I don't care." He also slowly knelt down to support Ming Ciyue.

"Really?" Wei Yin seemed to be smiling.

He only heard the angry voice of the man in his arms, and said softly: "That minister... really wants to hurt His Majesty."

"what?"

At that moment, he only felt that his hand was forced to tighten, and when he pulled it upward, Mingciyue's whole bone made a terrible continuous creaking sound of being squeezed and corrected, like a machine gear slowly grinding up and down, or like a hand The sharp blade scraped across Ji Zheng's bones inch by inch.

It hurts, and he hurts too, and his heart shrank suddenly.

Mingci let out a muffled snort, his entire face was pale and colorless, as if all his strength had been taken away from him, and he couldn't kneel anymore, like a bunch of cattail grass, fluttering down onto Ji Zheng's shoulders.

Ji Zheng had no choice but to catch him quickly, and put the clothes back on his shoulders for him without saying a word.His heart was pressed against his right chest, and his heart was beating very fast.

Ji Zheng has never seen such an uncle like this, thin, powerless, so weak that he needs to be hugged tightly.

"It's all because the Holy Majesty spared his life, so that I had to risk my life to stop it." Ming Ci said indifferently, "If the Holy Majesty doesn't spare his life next time, then I don't want this life."

Ji Zheng was speechless, so he hugged Ming Ciyue tightly in response, and stroked his back to comfort him.

Ming Ciyue's head hangs weakly on his shoulder, every wisp of warm breath blows away his temple hair and penetrates directly into his ears.

"My lord... hurt me."

The author has something to say: Uncle Emperor: This is the injury my minister suffered for the Holy One

Your Majesty: Uh huh, I was wrong

Uncle Emperor: This is my minister's broken heart

Your Majesty: Uh huh, I dare not

Uncle Huang: So...the minister wants a reward.

Your Majesty: Uh-huh, I will give it.

Uncle Huang: The Holy Majesty will also let the minister hurt once.

Your Majesty: Uh huh, I... huh? ? ? ! !

When the emperor is not here, Mingci Yue has [-] masked men with his bare hands without anesthesia. When the emperor comes, the uncle of the emperor: it hurts so much, it's about to break

After reading the comments, you guys are really wrong (Ca.R will bring me a hehehe

Sorry, sorry, I just finished writing at the hotel. I was so tired that I forgot to ask for leave. I saw someone waiting. I’m really sorry. What I owe, I will find time to make up for it)

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