I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

Mingci couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, he couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to listen to the answer.

It doesn't matter, he doesn't care.

He never thought that one day he would touch the dirty ink with his own hands, and even wished to rub it down.

Just touching those handwritings with his hands, the "Uncle Emperor" and "Mingyue" written by the emperor's own pen are enough to make his heart beat wildly, and he can't help but want to hold his throat, forcing this person to cry out with sobs. Come out and shout out.

It's all asked for by the Holy One.

"Don't watch it, don't watch it." The emperor lowered his head and shook it like a rattle, and reached out to touch his red earlobe.

Ming Ci could hear the scream in his heart, "Ahhh, never see the emperor again. Hit his head on his chest! Today either he dies or I live!"

Ming Ci laughed lightly, and went back forbearance, the heat in his eyes faded away quietly.

Ahhhh - Ji Zheng remained calm on the surface, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

This word is the word that Mingci Yue looked at and wrote in his study, and this name is obviously a name that only the emperor can use.

He is indisputable.

Repeatedly writing the name of the family, if it is not directly said to be a will, I am afraid it can only be interpreted as a young man thinking of spring, and he sent it out of Linshui's feelings...

There was another heavy sound, the sluice was completely closed, and the water level was fixed. From a distance, it looked like a giant dragon with festering scars, panting and winding away, the riverbed at the high place was completely exposed, and the mud wrapped the empress dowager's beloved water lily rhizome. Washed to the ground, the red-tailed koi had already followed the channel to the river.

Ji Zheng looked back at the river bed and took a light breath.

"Just don't look at it. It's too cold by the water at night. I send the sage back to the palace." Mingci covered his sight lightly, with an ordinary look, as always, he supported him with one hand, and carefully let his buttocks sit on his own. On his forearm, he hugged his neck so that his legs, which were still sore and numb at this moment, would not be touched.

Ji Zheng is like a child who has been caught doing something wrong, subconsciously immersed in this tacit silence.

To his surprise, Uncle Huang didn't even ask about those words.

Soon Ji Zheng figured it out again, isn't this just Ming Ciyue, a gentleman who is graceful, never forces him, embarrasses him, offends him, peeps at him, wraps him up carefully, and won't let him feel uncomfortable in front of him. To the slightest embarrassment, embarrassment.

Even the skin-to-skin contact at this moment maintains a rational and appropriate sense of distance.It's different from other people, and it's different from this man-eating Chaotang vortex.

Mingci is an isolated island where he can relax and calm, silent and gentle.

He was thinking that Ming Ciyue's right arm had been injured not long ago, and he didn't dare to use much force when he was being hugged, so he tried to hook Ming Ciyue's neck, pulled his body up, and raised his breath, in exchange for a cushion The hand under the hip moved up again.

"Hmm..." Ji Zheng half-closed his eyes and moved, his nasal voice hummed softly.

Ming Ciyue carried him all the way back to the back door of Yanfu Hall, and returned to the sleeping hall.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness." Yuan Ming had been waiting for a while, and when he saw the two of them coming in, he quickly knelt down and saluted, and reported in detail the release of water from the sluice outside the palace and the water level of the canal.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but quietly raised his head to look at the pair of people next to him, he didn't dare to look directly at the emperor, he could only see the man's white and thin mandibles clustered in the graceful snow-white fox fur collar, and lightly resting on King Jing's top. Beside Ufa.

"The wound on your clothes?" The little emperor was more sensitive than he imagined. He frowned suddenly and straightened up. "There was a conflict with the people guarding the sluice? They don't recognize my token?"

Yuan Mingdao: "Those people make unreasonable words, saying that the token was stolen by the subordinates and others. The Holy Majesty will never issue such an order, after all..." After all, the Holy Majesty has never personally issued a decent order since he became the throne.

"The person who guards the sluice gate is the Ministry of Industry, and the current minister of the Ministry of Industry is Gu Congtian, the eldest son of the Marquis of Wu'an. Gu Gongbu, Yucheng Villa and the capital sluice are all in his hands..." Ji Zheng said, Bian let Ming Ci Yue put him on the bed.

Yuan Ming knelt down and listened, sweating slightly.

Release water for disaster relief, investigate old cases, and deter powerful officials.

Without the intervention of the Empress Dowager, and without the instigation of courtiers, this can be said to be the first thing that the Holy Majesty has independently decided since he came to the throne.

Moreover, Yuanming knew that this might not be the last thing.

I'm afraid that the whole court and the whole world have underestimated the current sage like him - the person in front of him is more suitable to be the lord than everyone imagined.

He still had some lingering fears, half fear and half awe, and he couldn't understand what was hidden under that innocent and innocent face.

It became more and more clear that the only one in the world who could tame King Jing and overwhelm King Jing was this one, and it could only be this one.

Ji Zheng ordered whatever came to mind, "And..."

Ming Ciyue suddenly turned around and wanted to go out, Ji Zheng froze for a moment, pulled him subconsciously, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you go out after listening?"

"Go fetch hot water for the Holy One."

"I don't need you to serve me, I need you..." Ji Zheng paused.

He didn't think too much about it at all, the strategy was all for Ming Ci Yue, and he was only trying to stir his rusty brain for the sake of the protagonist. After thinking so much, he was still waiting for someone to make up his mind. With such a big heart, he seems to be okay.

In this world, in this court, after all, there will be clear speeches.

"Your Majesty." Ming Ci looked down at him, his serious and tense face stretched out helplessly, "Your Majesty's pilgrimage hall can make up his own mind, what should I do here, what else can I do for my Majesty besides serving my Majesty ?”

Ji Zheng still wanted to say something, but was overtaken by Mingci Yue, "But the Holy One has to learn, the next time you discuss and issue orders, you have to dismiss irrelevant people. matter of jurisdiction."

Ji Zheng couldn't refute, and was speechless, holding his breath and unable to lift it up, waved him impatiently and told him to go down and fetch hot water.

After waving Ming Ci Yue back, Ji Zheng lowered his head, staring at the empty jade floor next to Yuan Ming in a daze, not ordering anything serious.

"The Holy Spirit..." Yuan Ming couldn't hold back, and muttered.

It was only then that Ji Zheng realized that this person had been staring at him, frowned and scolded: "What are you looking at! Don't you know that I am not a hero?"

The two stared at each other.

Yuan Ming really respected the little emperor from the bottom of his heart, and he said a few more words, "The Holy Majesty can hold His Highness down, I believe it, I believe it wholeheartedly, but King Jing is willing to bow his head and be tamed."

tamed?It's really weird to use this word on Ming Ciyue.

Ji Zheng corrected: "King Jing is not a raptor or beast, so he needs to be tamed. He is docile and dignified, he is not 'tamed', it's just his nature..."

"Sex?" Yuan Ming let out an untimely laugh, "What misunderstanding do you have about Ming Ci Yue?"

It is a taboo for subordinates to talk about generals behind their backs, Yuan Ming was inconvenient to say anything more, so he just said: "Have you seen King Jing in the old mansion of the Ming family?"

Ji Zheng did not.

"Have you seen King Jing on the battlefield of the barracks?"

Ji Zheng did not.

"Have you ever seen King Jing smile at someone other than you?"

Neither did Ji Zheng.

Half of his impression of Ming Ci Yue is based on the original book description, and the other half is based on personal contact, and the two are patched together.Ji Zheng subconsciously put labels on this protagonist, "Gentle and elegant, a loyal man, the God of War in the Western Desert, an ambitious, upright gentleman".

But now Ming Ciyue's image suddenly became blurred again.

He suddenly remembered that Gu Congyun asked him to confess his identity to Mingci Yue and try it out, to see what Mingciyue would have left for him without his status as emperor and no reason for loyalty.

So he said to Yuan Ming as usual, "King Jing did that, he was willing to bow his head willingly... that, it was all out of loyalty." Not very confident, his voice became weaker and weaker.

Seeing the little emperor so ignorant, Yuan Ming felt a little helpless: "The humble official is also loyal to you, so when I see you, I will salute you, respect you, protect you, and pay for you, but I will never and dare not look at you." You, smile at you."

The Son of Heaven fell into silence, curled his small face into the ball of snow-colored velvet collar, thoughtful, his expression was gloomy, his figure was still thin, but he didn't look as thin and lonely as before.

Yuan Ming opened his mouth, thought about it and closed it again.He also swallowed half of the words, not knowing whether to speak or not.

The Holy Majesty can also appreciate and love other ministers, so he rewards them, reuses them, and forges them, but he will never look at them, boss them around and can't help but smile in his eyes.

One is more than loyalty and one is more than appreciation.

The atmosphere was a bit heavy, Yuan Ming decided to change the topic, looked at the emperor's legs and said: "The legs are not sick or injured, but they are still held by King Jing, just to improve him and temper King Jing's temper." He said It was really admiring from the bottom of my heart, "Tall, it's really tall."

The emperor came back to his senses, raised his eyebrows, coughed twice, "That's natural..."

Before he finished speaking, Ming Ciyue came back with a wooden bucket, and skillfully took a hot towel for the Holy Majesty, rolled up his trouser legs, warmed his legs, and relaxed his muscles and bones, "When I was young, my legs were numb, and my mother did this. "

Yuan Ming: ...

Ji Zheng: ...

The more Ming Ci said nothing, he turned his head and glanced at Yuan Ming lightly, Yuan Ming immediately stopped laughing, knowing that it was time for him to leave.

He still had something in his sleeve all the time, now he stared at his palm, then at King Jing and the Holy Majesty, his gaze lingered between them for a moment, and he stuffed it to King Jing as soon as he gritted his teeth, " Take care of yourself." After saying that, he didn't care about listening to the punishment, and ran away along the back door with his head reddened from suffocation.

Ming Ciyue and Ji Zheng's eyes were all focused on the vial.

Ji Zheng recognized it in an instant, and it turned into a cooked shrimp, which he had seen a lot in the comics surrounding the original book, such as moisturizing ointment, secrets in the bed.

What a loyal one, Yuan Ming really dedicated all his wife's family property.

He also specially handed it to Ming Ciyue, who was so considerate, afraid that Ming Ciyue would not know that he could overwhelm others by bragging behind his back.

"I don't know... Does the Holy One know what this thing is?" Ming Ci shook his head slightly, his tone sounded like he was really ignorant, "How to use it, and who is it for?"

Ji Zheng wanted to die even more.

Shy and angry, he kicked in the direction where Yuan Ming was fleeing.Unexpectedly, the foot was numb and numb, and he stuck his finger on the floor, causing him to gasp in pain.

Ming Ciyue couldn't care about the vial anymore, so he squatted down to help him continue to massage his tendons.

"Hmm..." Numbness came up, and Ji Zheng's moaning voice became more and more uncontrollable. It was the trembling nerves that controlled him to convulse and run away.It was so numb that Ji Zheng subconsciously squeezed Ming Ciyue's shoulders tightly.

Ming Ciyue is probably the most patient doctor in the world. He pushed the throbbing feet back under his body over and over again, "Please be patient, Your Majesty, you can't run away. The more you run away, the more you can't get rid of the numbness."

That pair of snow-white hands rested on the snow-white calves, and along the cyan winding meridian, one hand held almost all of it, up and down, up and down.

The compress was hot, the compress was hot, and the compress was so comfortable that all the tendons were softly released and opened for him.

"Hiss——" Ji Zheng was still reading Yuan Ming's words, and now he squinted his eyes impatiently and asked, "If I... I am not the emperor, would you still massage so patiently?"

Ming Ciyue's subordinates didn't stop their movements, and said calmly: "If the minister is not a prince, will the Holy Majesty allow the minister to serve you?"

Ji Zheng subconsciously said, "It has nothing to do with whether you are a prince or not."

He opened his mouth slightly in an instant, and was silenced by himself, yes, it doesn't matter.

For Ming Ciyue, whether he is the emperor or not has nothing to do with his careful care at this moment.

The tendons had already been dredged, and the legs had already been able to move, but Ji Zheng just stayed motionless in the wooden barrel, until the water was completely cold, until the distant sky turned pale, until Ming Ciyue had to leave.

Ji Zheng swayed her feet a little lonely, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the figure go to the front door.

"Hey, wait!" Ji Zheng suddenly remembered something, and ran over quickly, before he had time to put on his shoes, the damp clean socks stepped directly on the floor, patter, clack, patter, leaving a string of small footprints.

It was already late, Ming Ciyue had already slowly stretched out his hand to open the door, Ji Zheng quickly reached out and caught it between the two doors - Gu Congyun held the sword in his arms, leaned against the gap between the two doors, sleeping while watching the night It is fragrant.

"What is he doing here?" Ming Ciyue's voice turned cold in an instant, the volume didn't decrease at all, and he didn't care about waking this person up.

He frowned, and immediately wanted to reach out to pat him awake, but Ji Zheng hurriedly stopped him.Ji Zheng made a silent gesture to him, and slowly closed the two doors back, again resisting Gu Congyun's weight.

As soon as Ji Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, he felt that the aura around him was not quite right. He turned his head slowly and found that Ming Ciyue's face was unusually dark.

Those eyes were down, staring intently at his white socks.

Ji Zheng's feet retracted under the robe in an instant, and the ground was cold, and his two thumbs were twisted up and entangled.

"This is..." Before he finished explaining, Ji Zheng felt his world spinning for a while. He was lifted upside down, his feet were completely exposed in the air, he moved quickly, his back was facing down, and he fell heavily on the bed.

The moment he fell, Ji Zheng's pupils dilated, and he caught a trace of remorse and surprise in Ming Ciyue's eyes.The next moment, another soft object hit the back of his head, which was the man's palm.

"Your disrespect." Ming Ciyue immediately knelt down, his face was full of self-blame, and his knees hit the ground heavily.

But Ji Zheng clearly still heard him panting heavily, his shoulders heaving up and down, and his eyes were bloodshot.

It's like the words in a dream are out of control and terrifying.

He subconsciously stretched his arms and dodged back, whispering, "Uncle Huang... was wrong."

Mingci Yue said indifferently: "Your Majesty is not wrong."

Isn't this subtext just asking him what's wrong, Ji Zheng hurriedly said: "From now on, I will never step on the ground with bare feet again."

Ming Ci Yue: ...

He kept his kneeling posture, retreated a little further, and said in a deep voice, "It seems that His Majesty is only worried about disturbing others' rest." With no trace of ups and downs in his tone, Ming Ci got up and saluted, "Your Majesty also It's time to go back and prepare for the morning affairs, for today's disrespect, tomorrow I will go to the House of Internal Affairs to take twenty lashes."

After he finished speaking, he went straight to the back door without looking up or looking back.

"No, wait." Ji Zheng was in a hurry, and then ran after her barefoot, pattering.

Mingci Yue turned his head when he heard the movement, and stood silently on the spot, staring at his white socks.

Ji Zheng: ...

He quickly turned around, slapped, and quickly ran back to the bed, tilted his head and sat obediently, shaking his feet, pretending that he had never gone down.

Ming Ci Yue followed him back, and asked indifferently: "What else is there for the Holy One?"

What else could happen, Ji Zheng himself didn't know why he wanted to leave Ming Ci Yue, and what Liu Ming Ci Yue could do.

He just subconsciously felt that he shouldn't just let it go and go back.

By the way, there is a cloth belt in the sleeve.

It said "Tie Shang", straightforward and frank, like a request, but also like an order.

tie up.

Ji Zheng's heart was beating too fast, and trembling clumsily, he took out the cloth tape, wrapped it around his eyes, and tied a knot behind his head.

The fingertips trembled so much that they couldn't tie a beautiful knot several times in a row.

Plop, plop, the night amplifies the sound of the heartbeat infinitely, and then spreads it.

What is he doing, what is he doing.

Plop, plop.

"Holy Majesty?" Ming Ci Yue swallowed, looking at the slightly raised face in front of him with some doubts, his black hair drooped naturally, the beautiful and lovely Adam's Apple line was exposed in the dry and cold air, trembling was visible to the naked eye.

"This is...?" Ming Ci was really puzzled, but he didn't dare to offend him easily.

Ji Zheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down.After a pause, he immediately raised his hand and pulled off the cloth belt, feeling a little annoyed, he didn't dare to look up, and his voice trembled, "Didn't you say that I should tie it?"

"..."

"I want you to tie the credit belt on the leg of the white feathered bird." Ming Ciyue couldn't hold back his face anymore, couldn't hide the smile on his lips, and said to himself, "No wonder I haven't written back... "

Ji Zheng's expression changed again and again, and his small face wrinkled into a ball in an instant, he asked unwillingly: "Then what about those flowers and wine?"

"Flowers have this intention." Ming Ciyue's voice was calm, and he explained frankly, "The flowers at the bottom of the south wall of Zheng Yue's mansion have already bloomed. I would like to invite you to come to the mansion again and have a meal and wine."

Guessed wrong again, all guessed wrong.

Ji Zheng's expression became uglier in an instant, and when he found that Ming Ciyue was still looking at him and smiling, he stood up abruptly, and angrily said, "Why are you laughing..."

"But it's okay."

Ming Ci Yue pulled the man over, grabbed the tape and covered his eyes, bowed his head and kissed him.

Turbulent, scorching hot, brutally plundering every trace of air.

With her head held high, Ji Zheng couldn't see the heat in the other person's eyes. In the chaotic darkness, she struggled to meet that person and deepened the kiss.

His eyelashes fell on the man's palm, fluttering and flapping the snow-white cloth belt.

The white clean socks stood on the cold jade floor, also trembling, trying to stand on tiptoe.

The author has something to say: So in the end, he stepped on the ground with bare feet hahaha. Although Ming Ciyue can bear it, he will really be irritated, but this point of anger is rather peculiar.

感谢在2020-11-1314:18:03~2020-11-1604:19:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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