I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

"..." Ming Ci was speechless, lifted his robe, and knelt down instantly.

Without any excuse, he took his saber from the table next to him, approached it slightly, and put the hilt of the sword lightly on the side of the emperor's hand hanging outside the curtain.

This is the psychological preparation that has been made since the day when he was able to hear the voice of the little emperor by accident.

It's one thing to be able to hear it by accident, but it's another thing to be indulging in the voice of the little emperor after receiving a warning from Si Tianjian and still disturbing the Emperor Star repeatedly.

Throughout the ages, those who commit the crime of bullying the king will not end well.

He deserves to die. To die at the feet of the enemy is for the country and for the emperor, and to die under the sword of the emperor is also for the emperor. He should be content, what else is he not willing to do.

Ming Ciyue's Adam's apple rolled up and down, "Chen..."

He tried his best to close his eyes again, "Minister..."

"minister……"

"The minister is willing to apologize with death."

I just didn't expect this day to come so soon.

He was waiting for the emperor to say get out in a rage, or just a sword.

After a while, there was a low murmur, "Don't, don't come here."

Ming Ci Yue: "...?"

"Holy?"

That voice was still full of emotion. After the matter disappeared, it was obviously hoarse, soft and waxy, and it sounded a little bit more like refusal and welcome.

Ming Ci Yue hurriedly got up and opened the curtain, only to see the little emperor's skinny cat-like body curled up under the quilt, he didn't know if it was a fever or something, the blushing on his face had spread behind his ears.His eyes were closed tightly, his brows were lowered, and his whole face was wrinkled together uncomfortably, obviously from a nightmare.

Because he couldn't look at each other, Ming Ciyue had never heard the inner voice of the little emperor in his dreams, it was the real privacy that belonged entirely to this person.

Today is the first time this dream talk.

"Your Majesty?" Ming Ci called out more and more tentatively, "What does it mean to know the voice of your heart?"

Of course the emperor in the dream would not answer, just kept avoiding something, muttering repeatedly in his mouth, "No, please...don't say it, don't say it, no."

After observing for a long time, Mingci gradually guessed that the nightmare that the emperor had was related to him. In the dream, he was afraid of him, avoided him, and let him know his heart.

The words became more and more dumb, this fever, this nightmare that has plagued the emperor for an unknown period of time, is probably what Si Tianjian said, the calamity caused by the Diwang star.

The Son of Heaven had sensed most of the truth in his dream, so why didn't he just expel him, cut him off, and still give him a little bit of fantasy, a little bit of hope?

In a trance, he somewhat understood the emperor's intention to put him out of the palace and seal Zhengyue's mansion.It's not that the emperor didn't want to stay away, it's because he shamelessly approached again and again.

The scorching and rhythmic heartbeat is still in my ears. Just now when the emperor was pushed to the cusp, the heartbeat was the loudest and the best to hear. He was crying and hoarse and said he couldn't do it, but his heart was still begging greedily for more , back and forth subconsciously softly calling, "Emperor—uncle."

I don't know if I really do it to the end, what will my heart cry secretly.

Even the slightest desire could not escape his ears.

Mingci was hooked by the sound of the heartbeat, and lost his mind a little bit madly. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that his fingertips had been wrapped with a strand of black hair.

He scolded himself in a low voice, and was about to retreat, but only heard the Son of Heaven call out clearly: "Mingyue!" He opened his eyes suddenly, as if being fished out of drowning, covered in cold sweat, his eyes widened , Eyes still full of emotion. The light red bloodshot that the tide has not dissipated, subconsciously grabbed the thing at hand, and suddenly pushed it forward!

A sword!

The emperor stabbed King Jing's right shoulder with a sword!

Ji Zheng stared blankly at the sword that suddenly appeared in his hand. The arrow was so sharp that it sank slightly into Ming Ciyue's right shoulder blade without using much force. place.

"What about the emperor, this sword?" Ji Zheng was terrified, his lips trembled slightly, and Jian Song didn't take it, "I didn't mean it."

The night was too dark, and the clothes were dark in color. Looking along the edge of the sword, it was impossible to see whether there were any wounds or blood.

He looked almost blankly at the uncle who was bending over, who was close at hand.The emperor's uncle's eyes were dark, his eyebrows were half-frowned, and his expression was a little painful.

Ji Zheng didn't dare to look at the corners of the man's bright red lips. With a glance, he saw the bucket rolled on the ground, the water stains all over the floor, the towel in the uncle's left hand, and the fingertips of his right hand. of his hair.

"It doesn't matter, the Holy Majesty is just haunted by the nightmare." Mingci took a breath imperceptibly, took the hilt of the sword, pulled it out and threw it aside.

Ji Zheng looked at Mingci and frowned, it was indeed the kind of nightmare he had been having all along, the kind of nightmare that was entangled with the emperor's uncle.However, he silently prayed in his heart, "It's best not to say anything in your sleep that shouldn't be said..."

Thinking of this, he only listened to the person in front of him sternly said, "I have something that I have not been able to report to the Holy Majesty for a long time, and I have committed a serious crime of deceiving the King..."

Ji Zheng choked.

No way, no way, this person is so stupid that he even has to tell the incumbent so frankly about his ambition to win the throne?

Ming Ci Yue: "..."

"minister……"

"Needless to say, I'm not interested."

"No, the minister is saying that the minister..."

"I told you that you are not allowed to speak!" Nervously, Ji Zheng grabbed the handkerchief and pressed Ming Ciyue's lips in a hurry, trying to cover it up, "I will wipe your lips for you."

He coughed a few times, tried to prop himself up and knelt up, barely taller than Mingci, looked down at him condescendingly, held a small warm handkerchief, and Mingci wiped his lips little by little, and the side of his face , and under the jaw, there are some unknown marks on the skirt of the clothes.

It's all his stuff, and it's all his evil deeds.

"Isn't it uncomfortable, isn't it dirty?" Ji Zheng was half annoyed and half distressed.

Ming Ciyue lay in his arms with a dazed expression, looked up at him, and shook his head.

Ji Zheng held the handkerchief a little bit harder, and a red mark was engraved on it.

"Zhen, cough cough." Ji Zheng covered his lips, the fever had not subsided and his whole body was drowsy, "I shouldn't treat you like this, don't worry, I only treat you as a trusted minister, as a respected elder uncle, what happened tonight is just I was momentarily confused."

He always felt that the bright moon had been stained by himself, it was dirty, and he couldn't clean it no matter how he wiped it.In desperation, he simply discarded the veil, unconsciously half-holding Ming Ciyue's face, dazed, rubbing his fingertips over and over again over and over again like obsessive-compulsively, muttering in a low voice,

"Don't be afraid of me, I have absolutely no unreasonable thoughts about you, what happened tonight will never happen again."

Ming Ciyue shook his head again, Ji Zheng was so angry that he sharpened the two petals as if punishing him.

Throughout the ages, the emperor's position has always been duplicity.

But only Mingci can be heard more, and I can hear the aloof Jiuwu Supreme saying from the bottom of my heart, "Don't be afraid of me, so don't leave me either."

The outer cloak of the clothes is the black wedding dress, and now there are traces of it.

Ji Zheng blamed herself for wiping Ming Ciyue's chest with a towel, sighed, and secretly raised her eyelids with some guilt, looking at Ming Ciyue, "Okay, what did you want to tell me just now?"

Ming Ci returned to his senses: "I mean, I mean..."

"Ok?"

Ming Ci Yue paused, and then suddenly changed his words, "I mean, next time Marquis Wu'an is going to embarrass the Holy Majesty, you might as well ask him face to face about the progress of the Yucheng Villa built by the Gu family, and see how he responds."

Ji Zheng gave him a meaningful look, did not speak, tacitly did not ask him how he knew, why he doubted about Yucheng Villa.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for cleaning up for me." Ming Ciyue took a new towel from the side, "Your servant also..."

Ji Zheng's face turned from red to white, and then red again, and it took five seconds to realize what Ci Yue was trying to do.

"No! Cough." He quickly retracted the quilt and wrapped himself into a shrimp ball, "I'm very clean."

Then I reached out and touched it randomly, and said quietly in my heart: "Yeah, is it so sticky, it's so uncomfortable... Uncle Huang still needs to wipe it off, are you crazy? I'm really not afraid that I will become a beast, so I will do something to him again." What.

"Protagonist, you are playing with fire!"

Ming Ci Yue's brows twitched and jumped, "If you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to bear it because of my minister..."

"Cough." Ji Zheng was taken aback, thinking of something, coughing continuously, blushing on his face, and turning his back abruptly.A towel flew out from under the blanket and hit Ming Ciyue, "Get lost!"

It's just that the voice sounded exactly the same as someone shouting "I can't do it" on the couch, childishly angry, with a half-sounding ending.

Mingci Yue stood in front of the couch without saying a word, watching the sound of breathing gradually become lighter, the sound of heartbeat slowed down, and the snow outside the window became thicker, unknowingly, it was dawn again overnight.

Ji Zheng didn't dare to get sick, at least he didn't dare to let others know about his illness. Once he reported it to the Empress Dowager, he might not even be able to live in the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion.

The breakfast was delivered to his room, and as soon as the door was opened, there were all the old and young members of the Gu family standing outside. The old grandmother, who had the title of Mrs. Madam, knelt down in front of her, and brought a few descendants behind her to pay respects to the emperor.

Ji Zheng hid his sickly pale face behind his velvet cap, and wrapped a few thick collars of snow-white animal skin around his neck.

This was specially added by Ming Ci Yue before he left the door, to cover up the two tooth marks on his neck that he didn't realize.

After accepting the kneeling of these people solemnly and silently, he picked up his eyes and saw the last row of Gu Congyun still standing, like a pine tree in the snow.

Marquis Wu An went to pull him, Gu Congyun seemed to have stiff knees and would not bend, he was dragged to the ground directly, a thick layer of snow on the cloak behind him flew down to the ground in a fine rustle.

Standing for a long time?

Ji Zheng didn't think much about it, he was a little tense, lifted his spirits, and raised his voice: "Since I have left the palace, I would like to take this opportunity to visit the Peking University Camp today."

Bei Daying, the territory of the Marquis of Wu'an, can receive all the elite troops brought back from the battlefield by Ming Ciyue. It can be said that Ming Ciyue's home and relatives of Ming Ciyue.

At that time, Ming Ci Yue returned to Beijing to be crowned king, and the military power was transferred to the late emperor.The first emperor guaranteed that his team would not be dismantled and sent to various parts of the country, and there was an unwritten rule in exchange. Prince Jing would never be able to hold military power again, and go out on behalf of the country.And the beasts he trained in the dormant camp, like him, could not escape the fate of being kept in captivity and left to accumulate dust.

Hou Yan and Di Ji Chaoming ascended the throne at a young age, ignoring the government, the Empress Dowager took power secretly, and an old woman couldn't control the military power, so she naturally handed it over to her cronies, Marquis Wu'an.

It's a pity that now the incompetent Ji Zhaoming is gone, and standing here is his arrogant Ji Zheng.He wants to send Ming Ci Yue home, and no one can stop him!

"Why, Marquis Wu'an doesn't want me to go to my capital city and my camp?"

Marquis Wu'an smiled hurriedly, he didn't expect it, he really didn't expect it.If the emperor wants to patrol the brothels and Goulan in micro-services, he can still believe it, go to the barracks, go to the barracks to watch the men play the piano and dance?

"What's in this barracks..." Marquis Wu'an suddenly raised his eyes and saw Prince Jing, who was keeping a low profile and invisible, following closely behind the emperor.

He suddenly realized, how could the emperor have such a brain, it was all instigated by Mingyu Yue!

"If the Holy Majesty wants to watch the soldiers train, they may have to choose another day. After the heavy snow today, they all have to take a rest."

"After the heavy snowfall, I just went to see how my Yucheng Villa is doing. It's not too far away. I remember it's just south of Beili Mountain." Ji Zheng pretended to mention it casually, and glanced at it intentionally or unintentionally. Marquis Wu'an, "The Gu family has managed Yucheng Villa for many years. I should reward you for your hard work."

Yucheng Mountain Villa and Beidaying have one mountain to the south and one mountain to the north, separated only by Beili Mountain.

Marquis Wu'an's expression froze and he didn't speak. Based on the plot of the original book, Ji Zheng guessed that there should be something wrong with this cold shelter, and it would not be built at all.

It was the submissive and annoying Gu's eldest son, Gu Congtian who spoke first for his father, "The mountain is covered by heavy snow and it is difficult to turn over. Why don't you go to the racecourse on the mountainside to watch the horse racing, the Holy Majesty will definitely like it."

Ji Zheng rolled her eyes, "Alright."

Whether it's a racecourse or a military camp, it's a restricted area of ​​Ming Ciyue. It's not as simple as saying a word to break the first emperor's statute.

Ji Zheng walked a few steps with the crowd, and looked back at Mingci Yue standing silently in front of the door, watching his back.He had been in front of a tyrant for a long time, and he was used to it. With the imperial power in his hands, many things went sideways, and self-willed nonsense was more effective than anything else.

"Ah!" An extremely clumsy flat fall, so fake that Ji Zheng couldn't bear to look directly at it.

People around panicked, changed their expressions, surrounded him and wanted to help him up, but Ji Zheng, who was wearing a thick padded jacket, was so determined that he pulled over several maids one after another, and several men from the Gu family wanted to help him, but he had another expression on his face. He shook their hands away in disgust.

"My old cold legs are broken again." He calmly turned his head and smiled mischievously, "I fell down, and I have to be carried by the emperor to get up."

These are all grown men, even if the opposite is the emperor, there is no reason for anyone to bow their heads and let others ride.Everyone sighed in an uproar, knowing that the little emperor was playing his temper again and bullying King Jing.

How dare Ji Zheng ride on the protagonist's head, Ming Ciyue knelt down in front of him, bowed his head, and he sat down in the arms of the emperor's uncle, holding Ming Ciyue's neck, feeling himself being lifted slowly Into the high air, at the same level as Ming Ciyue's vision.

Not to mention anything else, it's nice to be tall, look down on everyone everyday, and the air is fresh.

"The road is slippery in snowy weather, I don't want to go down to the ground, King Jing will act as my mount." The emperor was playing tricks again, and said viciously, "King Jing, hold me steady."

Ming Ci Yue seemed to be accustomed to being humiliated, and said calmly and without anger: "I obey the order."

Everyone was speechless, even Marquis Wu An was startled by the situation, surprised that Prince Yu Jing endured the humiliation to such an extent that he forgot for a moment what was wrong with Mingci Yue going to the racecourse.

"Your Majesty." After walking a few steps, Ji Zheng heard someone calling him from behind, "Your golden and jade walking chair, I invited you from the palace overnight."

Amidst the creaking sound, a familiar big chair rolled in front of him.

It was he who personally commanded Yuan Ming to make a luxurious royal wheelchair, a beloved wheelchair.

Ji Zheng: ...

Ming Ci Yue: ...

Ji Zheng's face was ashen, and he moved his eyes from the wheelchair to Gu Congyun's face, and said gloomyly: "...Can you still predict whether I will fall or not?"

Gu Congyun's face was cold, and he muttered very lightly, "I can predict that your legs and feet will be inconvenient after last night."

"what did you say?"

Ming Ciyue had no choice but to bend down and send Ji Zheng to the wheelchair, but when everyone was not paying attention, Ji Zheng abruptly pulled the latch on the side of the wheelchair.

The wheelchair he designed is a unique out-of-print wheelchair in the world. No one knows how to repair it, and no one can create a second one in the world.

As soon as Mingci Yue put him up and down, the chair immediately fell apart with a crash. Fortunately, Mingci Yue had quick eyesight and quick hands, and picked him up from the pile of waste wood, and put him on his shoulders again.

Everyone in the audience broke out in cold sweat and felt lingering fear. Even Gu Congyun who pushed the chair away was severely criticized.I don't know if this clear speech offends the god of heaven, and is entangled by the little tyrant, I really can't let it go.

Ji Zheng felt distressed, really distressed, Xianyu's peaceful wheelchair was destroyed by him just like that, he lay down next to Ming Ciyue's ear and whispered threats, "I ruined the wheelchair for you, you have to be responsible!" I will make another...

"I'm in charge." Ji Zheng just let out a sigh of relief, but only listened to the man's soft words, "I'm in charge of serving as the Holy Majesty's walking chair and mount forever."

Ji Zheng: ...

A courtier who doesn't understand the Sacred Heart is not a good uncle.

The racecourse is not too far from the capital, and almost the whole family of the Gu family was mobilized, up and down, and the mighty team accompanied the emperor to the mountainside of Beili Mountain.

It is too sensitive for Ming Ciyue's identity to appear here, Ji Zheng did not dare to relax a little bit, and kept sticking close to his side, emphasizing the role of his emperor's mount to everyone, lest others recall that Ming Ciyue was once a sweeper The god of war in western Xinjiang, the leader of thousands of heroes.

After the snow falls, the racetrack and the vast wilderness are white and dazzling under the reflection of the sun. They are all intact and untouched by anyone who has never set foot before. There are a few hoof prints, a long one, speckled, from the The distance spread slowly in front of them, outlining a stream-like totem.

Ji Zheng squinted his eyes and saw that at the foot of the mountain not far away was the North Camp, where countless soldiers were sweating, and where the heat was in full swing, and where Man Dayan's most elite forces gathered. That was the ultimate goal of his trip.

The servants who took care of the stables carefully selected several good horses for them. Among them, a group of red ponies were the mounts of the original owner Ji Chaoming. Seeing Ji Zheng smelling a familiar smell, he sniffed them up. Ji Zheng looked at them apologetically. It, I said silently in my heart, I already have a son of a deer, and I forgot how to ride you.

Before getting on the horse, you have to drink milk tea to warm up your body. It is a drink that directly adds fresh milk to the tea. It is extremely fishy. It is a custom learned from the nomads in the Western Desert.

Seeing that everyone around him drank it all in one gulp, Ji Zheng raised his glass with Hao Mai, Gu Congyun suddenly stretched out his hand, "My lord, this is grandma..."

"What's wrong?" Ji Zheng had already figured it out, wiped his lips, and looked at him suspiciously.

"No, no." Gu Congyun looked slightly strange, and slowly withdrew his hand.

Ming Ci Yue Zang Ruo unintentionally separated Gu Congyun and Tianzi's sight with his body, raised his arms, and helped Tianzi get on the horse from his arms.

He just took off the cloak from his body and put it on the emperor with his backhand.

He only heard a voice not far away, coming from far behind him, stumbling and running closer and closer, laughing and shouting loudly and heartily, "My lord, my concubine!"

"Princess! I only saw her back before, but this time I have caught a real person!"

Ji Zheng turned his head and glanced at him. That person was Ming Ciyue's old department, the one who peeked at the back of his "Wang Concubine" who was wearing a cloak while lying in the gap of the window that day.

Everyone turned their heads when they heard the sound.

That foolish step stopped abruptly, squinted his eyes, stretched his neck, and rubbed the back of his head foolishly, "Wang... concubine?"

Ji Zheng: ...

He looked at Ming Ciyue, wondering how such a taciturn general trained a bunch of idiot subordinates.

The Son of Heaven would naturally be furious if he was recognized as a princess, and he would be punished for his crimes, but he had to be careful not to really hurt Ming Ciyue's old friend.

"Why is the majesty wearing the clothes of the princess?" The lower leg was already a little weak, and he tried to defend himself forcefully in a panic.

"Bold madman!" Ji Zheng said, "Punish you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw that Gu Congyun's movements were vigorous and vigorous, and he used his martial arts on the spot. It was a standard set of martial arts, three and two strikes, directly hitting the vital points, knocking the person to the ground.

"It's because I'm not strict with the army, please forgive this son's crime." Gu Congyun stood in front of the horse with his fists folded, apologizing to the emperor, but looked provocatively at Ming Ciyue aside.

King Jing's personal army, why is the Gu family's children not strictly governing the army? This is a great mockery.

Ji Zheng could already feel that Mingci, who was standing beside him, was looking at his subordinates on the snow, silent and stiff.

Needless to say, he could also feel that Gu Congyun's punches just now were fatal, not to punish his subordinates, but to kill his opponents!

But Ming Ciyue has no position to make a move, and he can't even do it rashly.Ji Zheng knew that this was the price he paid for choosing to guard himself.

The blatant provocation and the blunt malice were all directed at the emperor's uncle.

Ji Zheng didn't even think about it, he raised the whip, and it fell heavily on Gu Congyun's shoulders, pulling him straight to the front of him.

"Kneel down."

The wrath of the emperor should have the momentum of laying down millions of corpses, even if Ji Zheng is just a young emperor, pretending to be an emperor.This is what Ming Ciyue has been teaching him all the time, hold the reins, hold the authority, and you can make people kneel and shut up.

——"The son of heaven is born with courage and can conquer many people."

——"For example, conquered the minister."

That delicate porcelain face was tense, condescending, eyes full of frost, seeing that the person in front of him didn't respond, covered his lips and coughed a few times, repeating.

"Kneel down, can't you hear me?"

Someone in the Gu family has whispered to persuade him to be soft, to kneel down and admit his mistake.

The whip was tightened and tightened, hooping the man tightly, and dragging him to a place very close to the horse.

Seeing him leaning over, Ji Zheng thought that he was finally willing to apologize, so she bowed and listened to him.

"Why is the Holy Majesty angry? You can't wait, want to make it public, and want to be called the princess?"

Ji Zheng was horrified, and when she turned her head, she met a pair of youthful eyes, which were full of disdain and resentment.

Gu Congyun grabbed the whip and stood on tiptoe, "Then let me call you too."

"King Jing, Wang, concubine."

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