I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

As soon as the words came out, the crowd fell silent. They looked up and saw the emperor was in a rage, with a sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, and they all quickly turned their eyes away, casting sympathetic glances at His Royal Highness King Jing, the protagonist of the incident.

Spread straw mats in the outer hall, several people take turns to rest, watch the night in shifts, and be responsible for the emperor's waking up at night to call people and other chores. These have been the sole responsibility of the eunuchs for many years.

Even though the emperor had appointed King Jing as a bodyguard and asked him to guard the harem, he was a commander after all, and he didn't need to stand guard at night.What's more, the forbidden army parading with swords and the eunuch lying on straw mats are two different status images.

Everyone in the world knew that the Son of Heaven was disgusted with this heavenly uncle who was born in a foreign race, was capable of both civil and military skills, and was amazingly talented, but he never expected that he would be able to disregard the face of the royal family and carry out such humiliation in public.

Why did the Holy One target King Jing so much?

Just because you rub your waist and push the medicine too hard?But King Jing just rescued the life of the Holy One from the water's edge.

Li Ruhai's eyes rolled: "Is it because the servants of the Holy One are serving you so disobediently? For things like night watch, several small palace people are vying every day to hope to be on duty. They are willing to work hard in front of the Holy Palace. Let them do it." a chance."

The big eunuch kept his face and heart beating when he said this nonsense, the little saint was violent and troubled, he would make fun of the night watchmen every night, and the people on duty in the internal examination department every day were crying like they were going to a grave.

"You guys served me very well, but everyone said that the emperor's uncle is talented and quick-witted, so he must be able to serve you better." Ji Zheng raised his lips, and the words were directed at Li Ruhai, but his eyes were fixed on Ming Ciyue .

There was another moment of silence, and Mingci Yue saluted and took his order, without any unnecessary expressions.

Li Ying opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but Ji Zheng preemptively refused him on the pretext that the elder was here tonight and it was inconvenient for him to stay overnight.

This is the real purpose of Ji Zheng leaving Ming Ciyue, not leaving Li Ying any chance to poison and assassinate, and by the way, he can also improve the performance of the character in public and give the protagonist a wave of hatred.

That night, Ji Zheng slept very tortuously.

There was a faint sound of strange footsteps by the window, and Ji Zheng woke up suddenly from a deep sleep. Thinking about what happened to Li Ying tonight, her heart choked, and she shrank under the brocade quilt, not daring to move. The shadows of the branches floating under the moonlight, nothing else.

He quickly stood up, rubbed his eyes and looked, but there was nothing.

Perhaps it was because of his nervousness that everything was in danger.

Just as Ji Zheng was about to lie down again, he inadvertently glimpsed between the gaps in the spun gauze of the soft tent. The candles were flickering, and above the ambiguous outer hall, Mingci stood upright beside the straw mat, without a trace. It means to sit down and take a break.The muscles of his whole body were tense, and the shoulder bones and spine were outlined in a beautiful shape by the close-fitting black clothes.

Does he really not rest?

"Uncle Emperor?" Ji Zheng tentatively called out in a low voice.

The sound spread like ripples in the empty golden and jade palace, like falling into the deep sea, without any echo.

Just when Ji Zheng thought he would not get a reply, Ming Ciyue just fell asleep standing up.

A low voice.

"The minister is here."

Ji Zheng thought she was hallucinating.

"I want to defecate?" Ji Zheng deliberately tried again bullyingly with such dirty things.

"I come to serve the Holy Majesty."

This time it was definitely not a hallucination, the heavy echo of the cloth boots stepping on the golden nanmu was getting closer and closer, climbing up the steps step by step, entering the soft tent, approaching.

No way, really?He can't do such beastly things.

Ji Zheng was scared all of a sudden, obviously he was the one who flirted first, but at this moment he suddenly wrapped up the little quilt tightly, and tightly closed the bed curtain in his hands.

"Don't come here, I don't want it!"

"Your Majesty?" He stopped on the spot for a while, hesitating, "This is normal, restraint...is not conducive to the health of the dragon."

Ji Zheng reacted slowly, and Mingci was tactfully persuading him not to be shy, as holding back is not good for the kidneys.

Your kidney is not good!

If it wasn't for the fact that the fake death pill was scared away by this person, why would he suffer such grievances in the middle of the night.

"It's gone, it's gone at all, if I don't want it, I don't want it!" Ji Zheng was so anxious that he didn't even care about professing, raised his voice, and threatened repeatedly, "Uncle Huang, get out quickly, and break into the inner palace at night, it's you assassinate!"

Mingci raised his eyes to see that under the dim palace lamp, the thin and translucent golden silk brocade curtain was vibrating slightly.

This time he didn't insist, he turned back to the straw mat in the outer hall, heaved a sigh of relief, stood firmly with his sword behind his back, and stared at the ocher hall door motionlessly.

Hearing the sound of footsteps going away again, Ji Zheng relaxed, raised his body and opened the curtain, watching the figure standing silently like a stone sculpture.

After this battle, Xiaosheng was on the dragon couch, tossing and turning, no matter how hard he was to fall asleep, his eyelids were heavy, but his mind was so clear that he kept guarding until the sky turned pale.

At three o'clock, Ming Ciyue returned to the inner hall, knelt respectfully outside the curtain, and called the emperor to stand up and face.

He thought it would be difficult to wake up, but to his surprise, as soon as he made a sound, the little emperor sat up from the bed, opened the bed curtain and looked at him.

"Did Uncle Huang sleep well last night?"

Ming Ci Yue replied: "It's still good."

"Huh?" Ji Zheng didn't forget his goal, and deliberately stimulated him, "If you want to sleep on a straw mat, you must not be as comfortable as a dragon couch."

The subtext, the emperor quickly usurped the throne and came up to feel it.

Ming Ci Yue looked at the obviously blue eye circles of the Holy One, then at Jingui's soft dragon couch, and fell silent.

Ji Zheng was displeased, the person in front of him was Ming Ciyue with great ambitions and his heart was higher than the sky, the future regent, the new Emperor Yanming, how come he didn't respond to bullying now, as if punched into the cotton, shocking I can't afford the slightest bit of his rebellious heart.

All the palace attendants were dispersed last night, because the task of serving and changing clothes also fell on Ming Ciyue.

While stretching his arms and legs in coordination, Ji Zheng looked down at Ming Ciyue who was half kneeling in front of him.

The pair of blood-stained jade hands that used to hold the sword to defend the country and kill the enemy were now fastening his belt and arranging the skirts of his clothes. His long fingers with well-articulated bones flew back and forth, and inadvertently rubbed against the exposed skin of his neck.

It's so cold, Ji Zheng hides.

Ming Ciyue's movements obviously paused for a moment, then continued, more careful to avoid touching.

Ji Zheng finally couldn't help it anymore: "Did you never blame me or speak ill of me in your heart?"

Ming Ci was silent for a moment: "The Holy One is the Holy One."

Ji Zheng understood this time, and was a little helpless.Co-authoring Mingci Yue is passively ignoring, not responding or caring about all the willful and evil deeds of the little emperor.He looked at the future emperor, as if he saw a pool of gentle stagnant water, and he couldn't see the bottom at a glance.

"It's good to know." Ji Zheng had no choice but to act again, his face darkened, he threw his sleeves out of Ming Ciyue's hands, and walked out of the inner hall with his head held high.

The low back pain still hasn't been relieved, and with tossing and turning on the golden jade soft couch last night, it seems that there are faint signs of aggravation.

This is the first time he has gotten up early to go to court since he has been in the book for many days. The purpose is to prove that his waist is healthy, his limbs are sound, and his dragon body is healthy, so that the courtiers and assassins who are ready to move around will calm down.

It is difficult to be a tyrant, and it is even more difficult to be a delusional tyrant.

Ji Zheng's exquisite face was straight, and he walked with his hands behind his back, and the breeze between his steps stirred the black-bottomed golden silk dragon robe.

Such a young emperor's appearance of Zhilan Yushu provoked the people in the four palaces to take the risk of arrogance and offense, and couldn't help but look up and take another look.

It's just that they couldn't see that the hand behind his back was still secretly supporting his waist.

As soon as the door of the palace was opened, Ji Zheng was stunned, and turned to look at Li Ruhai who was waiting by the door with a flattering smile on his face, "This is..."

Line up in two rows in front of them, a group of attendants carried large and small red lacquered cages, saw the Holy Majesty opened the door, and carried them into the hall one after another. What appeared.

Li Ruhai thought that the Holy Majesty wanted to hear an introduction, so he cleared his throat, "Marquis of Wu'an's mansion, a pair of velvet antlers, Prime Minister Li's mansion, a box of Western ginseng, Xiangguo's mansion in Pingyuan, a bottle of Yanyang pill, General Xuan's mansion, a bottle of tiger penis medicinal wine ..."

"Wait." The more Ji Zheng listened, his heart sank, and he turned his head a little bit, "Did you tell the story of my injury out of the palace?"

This matter is normal to say, which noble mansion in the capital does not bribe a few court ladies and eunuchs to stay in the palace, so as to leave an eyeliner for timely action.However, the flattery and salute were done so quickly and ruthlessly, presumably in response to the original owner's taste for extravagance and pleasure, it seemed that such a court could not be saved.

"That's impossible." Li Ruhai smiled with a deep smile on his face, "It must be that the nobles from all walks of life are thinking about the grace of the Holy One, caring about the health of the dragon body, and immediately dedicating them to you when they get good things. The love between the monarch and his ministers really makes people feel sorry for my big swallow..."

Ji Zheng slapped Li Ruhai on the back of the waist, "What you said is that my waist is hurt, or my kidney is hurt!"

"This..." Most of the palace people didn't eat all the melons last night. Seeing the emperor covering his waist and seeing the concubine, they made up their own brains, and quickly sold them as gossip.

Overnight, the news of Shengshang's deficiency of kidney yang spread throughout Great Yanjing City.

"Okay, you are in charge of my father-in-law. Can't you see that I'm hurt? You just look forward to my kidney failure, right?" Ji Zheng paused, then regained her focus and said sharply, "When I was with you last night, I was still outside the palace gate. Let me find out all the palace servants and guards who have crossed paths!"

He wanted to use this time to dig out a batch of those little thorns that were buried in front of his eyes.

Li Ruhai was stunned, a little confused, didn't the Holy One like to receive gifts in the past.

"Since you all said that I'm not in good health, let's go to whomever you like this morning, I'm resting!" The emperor kicked the door, and the door frame hit Eunuch Li's nose straight.

What else to play!Fortunately, he was diligently pretending to get up early to go to work, but the whole court would find a good reason for him and ask for sick leave.

When Ji Zheng was angry, he calmed down again, feeling peaceful. Facts have proved that he doesn't have the ability to fight wisely and take precautions. It's better to relax, lie down and enjoy.

Ming Ciyue was also shut out by the emperor. He looked at the palace door and paused, and couldn't help but curl his lower lip.

How could it be possible for the Holy Majesty to change his gender suddenly and take the initiative to get up early to go to court? He was really too worried.

Han Cheng was standing not far away, dressed in low-key guard attire. Naturally, Prince Jing's mansion also gave gifts this time, and he was responsible for escorting them in.

Han Cheng quickly walked up to him, his face full of worry: "Your Highness, last night..."

"You were the ones who were stationed outside Yanfu Hall last night?" Mingci Yue glanced at him and asked first.

Han Cheng nodded in response, "Last night was such a good time, it just happened that he was too delicate and fell ill."

Sick and sick?Mingci Yue suddenly recalled that thin waist, frowned, and the usual warmth was lost in his words, "It's not the time, next time without my order, those who act recklessly will be eliminated."

Han Cheng was still worried: "The little emperor has a stubborn temper. He kept you in the palace to humiliate him. He didn't do anything to you, right? We stayed outside the palace and wanted to respond to you. If it's serious, we will definitely..."

This is not the first time that Ming Ciyue was left in the palace by the emperor to serve and change clothes, the last time was the day of the emperor's enthronement ceremony.

His hands were too cold that day, and the body of the dragon was chilled. His Majesty's expression changed instantly, and he pinched his chin.

"Uncle Huang, just kneel in the apse. Kneel until the ceremony is over. I don't need you for the coronation ceremony, and the court doesn't need you either."

The emperor's wrist was so slender and tender, it seemed as if it would be broken when it fell into his palm, it was the first time that Ming Ciyue violated his heart's morality and moved to kill.

But what happened to the Holy Majesty today, he was still as surly and arrogant as he was familiar with, but he just asked him aloud if he had any resentment in his heart?

"Your Highness?" Seeing him distracted, Han Cheng called out, "Did the Emperor treat you again..."

"No." Ming Ci Yue shook his head.

What could such a weak and beautiful body do to him?he thinks.

It's just that he was too shy to ask him to serve him even at night.

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