I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

Ming Ci Yue knelt beside the bed, just like every day and night that kept vigil for him, he was humble and decent, his upper body was as straight as a pine, without showing the slightest panic.

But Ji Zheng couldn't accept this kind of thing.

No matter for this body in the previous life or in this life, it is the first time.

It was the first time I was poisoned like this, the first time my body and desires were out of my control, and it was the first time I had this kind of... this kind of muddy, messy, dirty thing with another person.

Unexpectedly, he had to call this person, "Uncle Emperor..."

The youthful and childish voice swirled, and the tail trailed with long down feathers, submerged in the wet crying, it was not easy to hear.

Uncle Huang is not detoxifying him, this is obviously adding fuel to the fire.Those pecks were fine and dense, like light rain, beating the tip of every tiny branch with no difficulty.

Ji Zheng's eyes widened in a daze, he subconsciously grabbed Uncle Huang, wanting him to let go.But Uncle Huang seemed to have misunderstood him, and under the pressure of that hand, he suddenly approached him.

"Dirty..." The voice was thin and weak.

He didn't understand, how a person who is so clean and pure and innocent can kneel down and do such dirty things.

It was all forced by him, he used the imperial power to persecute, and he forcibly dragged Mingyue from the sky into the muddy quagmire, degrading and sinking.

He is really an emperor of good and bad.

Even his own guards, the prince, and the emperor's uncle refused to let go.

It's snowing outside, and it's snowing inside.

With her forearm across her eyes, Ji Zheng didn't say a word, just wept.

He didn't dare to lower his head to look in front of Ming Ciyue, he just bit his lower lip with all his strength, trying to use pain to numb his filthy self, dilute the physiological pleasure and shame, impulsiveness and shame in his brain. endure.

Someone forcibly broke his white teeth.

In an instant, there was a quiet kitten meowing from the couch.

Ji Zheng cried even harder, out of breath, hiccupping while crying.

"Don't bite your lip."

Mingci left slightly, coughed violently a few times uncontrollably, took deep breaths back and forth, his voice was so hoarse that he could barely speak, "My lord... Did I hurt you?"

Ji Zheng shook his head violently.

"Is the servant not serving you well?"

Ji Zheng shook his head halfway, regained his senses, took away the arms resting on his eyes, couldn't hold back his breath and hiccupped twice, with red and swollen eye circles, nodded slightly, and shook his head again.

It's wrong to nod and shake your head for such a stupid question.

As a male, no one can restrain their nature and refuse such things, and let the future emperor kneel down and bow his head, which can almost make everyone's sense of conquest and satisfaction reach the threshold.

Pleasure spreads around like a small electric current, and like ten thousand ants eat away at the bones, he doesn't want to let the emperor leave just like this, and wants to greedily ask for more from the kneeling person...

Ji Zheng couldn't utter a word, her eyes were wet and hazy, she sobbed and lowered her head to meet Ming Ci Yue's eyes.

"What are you looking at... hiccup... no, don't stare at me!"

half an hour.

"I know." Ming Ciyue's face darkened, and he stood up pretending to be depressed, "I am a sage and call the maid of the Gu family. If it is really impossible to pass the imperial doctor from the palace, the maid will do."

As soon as he turned around, he felt his slightly wet thumb being tightly held.

The little emperor said tremblingly: "I don't want others, I can't want others."

The little emperor looked so pitiful. Wrapped in a soft quilt, half of his snow-white arm was exposed. The red patch and the blue patch were all pinch marks branded by himself. When he cried, his slender and slender neck trembled in the cold air. trembling.

Everywhere in his body was wet, sweat, tears and various turbid liquids wet this person from the inside out.

Mingci rolled his Adam's apple and asked him: "Can I have it, or don't want it."

He noticed a flash of panic in the emperor's eyes, and heard the man whispering in his heart: "I only want it, I can only want it, uncle...how can I defile the protagonist like this?!"

Ming Ci hooked his lower lip happily, and when he couldn't hear the Son of Heaven's verbal reply, he pulled his thumb out of his hand little by little, "Your Majesty is only an object for venting fire and antidote?"

He intentionally or unintentionally rubbed against the side of his leg, and immediately left, "Your Majesty just wants this minister to stay because he hasn't resolved it?"

Ji Zheng was speechless, what he was doing now was just like that, and he couldn't quibble.

"Whatever you want, I will reward you, official position, military power, money... I can give you whatever I can." Even the compensation seemed a little weak.

But the emperor paused for a moment, his expression froze, his eyes flickered, as if he agreed to the deal, and he sighed softly, "This minister voluntarily used it for the Holy Majesty, so I don't blame the Holy Majesty."

He half-kneeled to his original position, suppressing his voice, "After tonight, I hope the Holy Majesty can still remember."

Just as he was about to open his lips, Ji Zheng pulled him, and said nonuo: "I don't want to be on this bed, it's dirty." He didn't like Gu Congyun's bed.

"I know it."

Ming Ci Yue lifted him out of the warm blanket, looked around, and put him on the calligraphy and painting table in front of the window, leaning his back against the window.

The left and right are all paper dotted with ink, but his whiteness is a bit different, but he will also be dotted with various colors in a short while.

"Has the Holy Spirit ever tried to cure himself?"

Ming Ci Yue asked him calmly but seriously, as if a real doctor was asking questions, but Ji Zheng knew that this was just asking him if he had tried it himself...

Ji Zheng didn't, at least he didn't try it with this body. The palace is full of slaves, so he can't be so shameless in front of others.

However, out of a certain masculine dignity comparison, Ji Zheng looked directly at him and nodded, thinking: "This kind of thing, anyway, the emperor can't see it."

"Try to show me."

"……what?"

"Only when you know where the crux is, can you prescribe the right medicine."

Ming Ci Yue was looking at him, serious and well-dressed, his actions were extremely rough, and he treated himself as a cold object.

……

Mingci took a sharp breath, pinched his fingertips into the flesh of his palm, and tried to look away.

He is not a gentleman and a saint, he has countless plans, and from beginning to end, his only purpose is to hunt, occupy, and occupy from the inside out.

The purpose of the short-term forbearance now is nothing more than this.

Mingci Yue just heard that the Holy Majesty has never tried it before, so it is better to give him the supreme feeling, let him be nostalgic for himself from this matter, as long as he can accompany the Holy Majesty, even if it is only a tool.

"Forget it, this matter is tarnishing the dragon's body." Ming Ci Yue grabbed his moving hand violently, "This time I teach the Holy Majesty, please allow me to do the work for the Holy Majesty in the future."

Ji Zheng didn't have time to think about it, and Ming Ciyue took his hand, and landed on the flawless and transparent drawing paper, gently writing, pausing, picking, hiding the front, closing the brush, changing the priority of the strokes back and forth, every time The pen touches and scratches the paper with the soft hairs on the tip of the pen, and the paper is torn and shrunk, full of spots and wrinkles, soaked by ink from the inside to the outside, torn and dirty...

Ji Zheng was tightly trapped in the small space between the man and the window, and as he moved, the wooden window rail behind him was pressed and shook back and forth.

The air was quiet, but the blushing squeaks made him restless.

……

The cold sweat on Ji Zheng's entire back wetted the window paper, and he engraved an entire human figure with ambiguous curves on it. His eyes were covered with mist and he looked back through the thin paper. Thin with fine white snowflakes.

Ming Ci let go of his hand suddenly, Ji Zheng's curled up toes suddenly let go, his heart was empty, he lost his mind from being tossed, he couldn't make up his mind, he was always close, and subconsciously called several times, "Uncle?"

Ming Ci Yue stuck to his side, and asked softly: "My lord... what is the protagonist?"

Ji Zheng couldn't think about why Ming Ciyue knew the protagonist at all, and replied indiscriminately: "The protagonist is the one who appears the most in the script, the Shengdan on the stage."

"Then the Holy One is the protagonist."

Ji Zheng shook her head in bewilderment, "No, you don't know, you..."

Ming Ci Yue prodded it suddenly, "But only the protagonist can bully others like this."

Ji Zheng lost all strength in an instant, only humming and warm exhalation remained in his ears. He leaned softly on the shoulder of the person in front of him, nodded indiscriminately, and sobbed silently.

"Your Majesty is the protagonist of this minister." Ming Ciyue seemed to be finally relieved, and he was willing to wrap Ji Zheng's hand kindly, and came slowly.

……

The last meow was lingering and slender, and Ming Ci Yue helped him prolong it in silence, waiting patiently until the end of all embarrassing things.

"My lord? Do you still remember your promise?"

The little man was leaning against the window rail with his eyes closed, but Mingci could hear his burning and powerful heartbeat, so he didn't pay much attention, thinking that it was just the first time he couldn't bear it, and fell asleep.

Wake up the next day, the emperor will not remember tonight.

Therefore, the more Ming Ci thought about it, the more he didn't think about it, and kissed it as if venting, the kiss was urgent and messy, completely tore the gentleman's shell, wishing to tear this person to the bone tonight, and rub this person into his own body, But it was always soft as if holding a ball of cotton, not daring to exert more effort.

Mingci has endured for too long, hibernated for too long, and made so many plans, but he still can't hear a word from the little emperor who has feelings for him. Have a thought that shouldn't be there.

Unlike myself, dirty and obscene, I don't know when, I can no longer take the emperor as the emperor, as a nephew, and all I can think about is letting this person kneel down, listening to him sobbing that makes me happy.

If the emperor hadn't drank Gu Congyun's medicine by coincidence, and if he hadn't kept mustard twigs with him, I'm afraid there would never be tonight.

But he is not satisfied at all, he wants the emperor to take the initiative to find him, and it is best not to leave him day and night, dragging his robe corner, forcing him to stay overnight, and imprisoning him in Yanfu Hall inside the hall.

Thinking of putting on the disgusting gentleman's shell again in the morning of the next day, Ming Ci raised his eyes slightly, looked at the delicate jade-like face in front of him, lowered his brows, and moved a little closer.

"Your Majesty?" He suddenly felt something was wrong with the temperature of his lips. He raised his hand and touched the emperor's forehead, "You have a fever, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The emperor hummed a few times in distress, half asleep, half awake, "Don't look for others, you can't look for others."

Of course you can't find anyone else. In this scene, only the Son of Heaven would be so foolish as to think that he oppressed and used others to vent his anger. Anyone with a discerning eye would know that he was the one who defiled and tormented the Holy Majesty.

Ming Ciyue carried the emperor off the table, put him back on the bed, covered him with the bedding, and went outside to fetch hot water for him to wash and cool down.

When he entered the door again, he just opened the curtain when he heard a low sound from the bed, half angry and half angry.

"How on earth do you know my heart?"

With a snap, the bucket fell to the ground, and Gulu turned around.

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