I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

In the highest pagoda of Lingcang Temple, Ming Ciyue closed his eyes and knelt in front of the golden Buddha statue.

He would sit quietly in front of the Buddha statue for three days after every triumphant return from childhood to adulthood, and this time was no exception.

But he was not a pious believer, he opened his eyes after a while, raised his head, and looked at the person who was high above him, as he did in the court before, his eyes were a little dark and emotionless.

Fortunately, Buddha statues don't have any inner voices.

Someone knocked on the door, and pushed open the heavy wooden door with a "squeak". It was Yuan Ming and the fake emperor who was acting as a substitute. , sat next to a soft couch on the floor, and on the soft couch lay Dayan's real emperor, Ji Chaoming.

At this moment, the young man was just falling asleep, without the usual arrogance of baring his teeth and claws, his thick eyelashes were drooping, and his vermilion lips were slightly parted, which seemed more obedient and quiet.

Yuan Ming watched as his master reached out his hand without hesitation to outsiders, floated on the emperor's throat, moved up an inch, and fell down, stroking his jaw like a cat, silently demonstrating ownership.

The man's shadow under the Buddha's lamp fell down, completely covering the young man, like a wolf guarding the sheepfold, feeding and monopolizing the sheep, ridiculous and frightening.

Yuan Ming looked a little dull, and after a while, Tianzi's head was gently turned by the hand, facing the inside, the meaning is self-evident.He quickly lowered his head, not surprised, and turned his head to see that the person beside him who was still wearing the mask of the emperor's disguise was calmer than him, and he had already looked away.

"Did Marquis Wu An send someone to look for it?" Ming Ci Yue opened his mouth, his voice was deliberately low, so hoarse that it was almost difficult to speak.

In the past few days, the guards sent by the palace have rummaged through the hills here and harassed Lingcang Temple countless times, but they just hid from the highest Buddhist pagoda. Hide here.

Yuan Ming nodded, "This is the third day, and according to your instructions, a corpse wrapped in half a piece of imperial robe has been placed there. No matter how suspicious Marquis Wu An is, after searching for so long, he has no choice but to believe it. Looking at his humble position, he is mostly looking for the dead body of his son Gu Congyun."

"Did we find it?" Ming Ci Yue asked.

Yuan Ming shook his head, "We could only go out to look for it in the middle of the night. We acted hastily. It is true that we didn't even find any wreckage, or maybe... it was burnt clean."

The person next to him was small and thin, gestured with his hands in the air for a long time, opened his mouth, and shook his head, signaling that Ming Ci Yue exploded. At that time, she was outside the villa, and Gu Congyun went in first to explore the way.

Ming Ci Yue nodded, "Princess Li Shu, if you want to return to the country in the future, I will definitely help you."

Li Shu's eyes widened slightly upon hearing this, and she shook her head anxiously.

Ming Ciyue didn't care about her anymore, as soon as his eyes touched the vivid mask of the emperor, he frowned and hurriedly moved away.

Yuan Ming said again: "There is also news from the palace. The Marquis of Wu'an is afraid of long nights and dreams. He can't wait any longer. The enthronement ceremony is scheduled for tomorrow. The capital is completely banned and the city is strictly closed. Cars and horses are only allowed to leave and not to enter. Your Majesty, you better hurry up." Wake up soon, or I'm afraid it will be too late..."

If he didn't get a response, he knew that King Jing had issued an order to expel the guests.

Yuan Ming walked out the door with Li Shu, and as soon as he stepped forward, he couldn't hold back, pushed Li Shu out first, then closed the door, and knelt down heavily.

"I'm sorry to offend you, but your highness has done so much, is it to secure the throne for the emperor, or..."

The dragon chair has always been more attractive and exciting than people imagined, and people's hearts are often more fragile and changeable than people imagined.

Marquis Wu'an can forget even the death of his own flesh and blood, let alone such a relationship that cannot be seen at all.

After all, after ascending the throne, what cannot be forcibly plundered, including the body, including emotions.

Yuan Ming has followed Ming Ci Yue for more than 20 years, and knows that he is not as gentle and pure as he appears on the surface, and has a very deep temper.But he never thought that in order to dig out the cancer, he could arrange such a big game of chess, break the balance of power between the Marquis of Wu'an and the Empress Dowager, secretly change the imperial edict, arrange for a carjacking halfway, the emperor enters the temple, and a substitute who can disguise himself Entering the burial place full of explosives, causing the emperor to feign death and the decline of the royal family Ji, completely hooking out the greedy worm in the heart of Marquis Wu'an, and then welcoming the emperor back to the palace to clean up the pests in a fair and bright manner.

I'm afraid the only variable is the third young master Gu who killed himself, and the unconscious little saint.

This time, he really couldn't understand the words.

Ming Ciyue's gaze never left the person in his arms, he lowered his head, and only responded with one sentence: "It's just as you imagined."

Yuan Ming froze all over, quickly lowered his head, and said: "This subordinate should die, this subordinate didn't think about anything, never guessed or doubted the master..."

Ming Ci Yue thin lips parted and closed slightly, "Go out."

The wooden door squeaked and closed again.

At that moment, Ming Ci Yue did not raise his head, without any hesitation, he leaned over and approached the lips in his arms.

It was not the first time they kissed, whether it was a bed partner or an unspoken relationship, the emperor never refused him.

But this time, the heartbeat in his ears suddenly increased, the Adam's apple rolled up and down, the body in his arms tensed, and the man's head tilted to the side uncontrollably, avoiding his lip.

He pretended not to notice the emperor's little move.

The boy's acting skills were extremely clumsy, he blinked and blinked, raised his hand and rubbed it a few times, and then opened it with difficulty, looked at him with bright eyes, and said softly: "Uncle Emperor... where is this place, I'm stunned!" How many days has it been?"

"Okay." Ji Zhengfu met Shangming Ciyue's eyes, and subconsciously felt that he had revealed himself, "I can't hide anything from you."

Ming Ci Yue still didn't say a word.

"I can give you a chance to explain." Ji Zheng took a deep breath, "Convince me to trust you, and I can let the past go."

"Didn't you hear it? That's what you heard." Ming Ci Yue raised his hand to help him brush the hair around his ear, "I'm scared, angry, doubtful, and regretful, it's all in time."

Different from how he treated his subordinates just now, Ming Ciyue's tone returned to the calm and indifferent tone he was familiar with, causing him to have an illusion in a trance that Ming Ciyue's gentleness was the blunt knife that killed him, and no blood was seen in his bones.

Gu Congyun didn't find any wreckage, what does that mean... He chewed this sentence over and over in his heart, but his brain was too slow to react.

Gu Congyun's ending in the original book will be established in the new dynasty, and after the prosperity and peace, he will roam around and be happy.

It is impossible to say that there is no touch at all.

The protagonist died, the protagonist's attack changed, the plot line was messed up, what kind of ending would he be reduced to as a cannon fodder.It was all because of his sudden intrusion, and it was all his fault.

Ming Ci Yue was elected to the throne amidst the support of all the people, and he definitely did not step on the bones and climb up under the scheming.

He still remembered Jianzheng's words, if he wanted to get back on track, he had to let Dixing take the initiative to let go.

"Why do you pretend to be asleep, don't want to face the minister, don't want to go back to court, don't want to end all of this?" Mingci Yue came closer to his ear, groping slowly, as usual, wanting to get close to him, please him, and relax he.

His movements were a little hectic, a little eager, and he seemed at a loss, taking this matter as the only way to escape, as if this would dissolve the barrier, go back to the past, and throw away all the unpleasant memories and experiences.

Ji Zheng was so ashamed that he could see the majestic golden face of the tall Buddha statue as soon as he raised his head.The emperor knows him too well, he will always be indifferent in his eyes, he can easily control where is joy and where is pain.

The physical will is always the weakest.

His cheeks turned pale, but his heart sank a little bit, "What does the emperor want from me... um--zhen, what is the use of me to the emperor, if you really need an emperor I will go back to the court with you, and help you win the throne in a legitimate way, and there will be a princess of Ximo who can change her face."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, and pulled his lips in a self-deprecating manner, "It really looks like me. I didn't know it after hiding in Dayan for so long. If Uncle Huang likes that skin, it's just right, I promise to give it to you." Then... hiss."

Ming Ci Yue added strength to his hand, and his voice was a little cold, "Her voice was hoarse by brother's medicine, and she can only use needles to imitate other people's voices for fine work, and she can never recover herself. That day the West Desert people The tent caught fire, she was rescued by Yuan Ming, and I only found out later."

Ji Zheng suddenly stopped being tense and curled up. Although he was still trembling, he tried his best to open up and relax himself. He looked up at Ming Ciyue, imitating his indifferent expression, "If you look at me begging for mercy out of control, If you can please the emperor and satisfy you, then go ahead, I won't refuse, I won't resist."

After that, he rolled over and lay down, closing his eyes.

Mingci Yue seemed to be scalded by these words, he withdrew his hand suddenly, and stepped back a bit.

"What's the matter, I'm scared, regretting it? It's too late." Ji Zheng felt the numbness all over his body recede, and his body temperature returned to the coldness of the winter moon.After he calmed down his breathing, he opened his eyes again, pulled off his robe, and while tidying up the messed up clothes, he said, "I'll get up when I've seen enough, and when the uncle needs me again, I'll be there for you at any time."

"As long as it pleases you, as long as the uncle is satisfied."

He is not good at speaking this kind of words, his tone has been as calm as possible, but the tips of his ears are still red, and he can only bury his head down again and again as if resigned to his fate, avoiding the chasing sight.

"What are you going to do?" As soon as he got up, Ming Ciyue grabbed his sleeves and fell into a coma for a few days. His legs were so weak that he couldn't stand still. He staggered backwards and looked at each other. This was the first time he saw the emperor's uncle. There is panic in the eyes.

"What else can you do, drive back to the palace as you wish." Ji Zheng withdrew her gaze, "I will give you what you want, once and for all."

The enthronement ceremony that Marquis Wu An ordered for himself was in the early morning of the next day. The previous emperor had just "passed away" and his bones were still fresh. During the national mourning period, this order was almost crazy. It's written all over your face.

But he is the Minister of Supervision appointed by the emperor before his departure, and he has half of Dayan's military power in his hands. The Empress Dowager is about to die, and King Jing disappeared from the city. There is no one in the whole country who can come out to preside over the situation. Candidates, a country cannot be without a king for a day, and small countries with many exotic tribes on the border are still eyeing.

It was under such circumstances that the subjects of the whole country swallowed their anger and kept silent.

The capital has been completely sealed off, so they pretended to be chariots and horses sent by Lingcang Temple to enter the palace to chant sutras for the Holy One.

The two wore cassocks, one large and one small, their hair was tied high into a bun, hidden under the hat of the cloak, and their heads were bowed.Along the way, the carriage drove fast and bumpy, and rushed back to the capital overnight, passing through several checkpoints, and people kept coming up to check the curtains, and they put their hands together in a pretend way, relying on the night to pass through the checkpoints.

The closer he got to Miyagi, the more nervous Ji Zheng became. He listened to the attendant outside the car window introduce to the palace guard, "The one inside is Master Xuanqian of Lingcang Temple."

Mingci Yue just wanted to nod his head and salute.

"His Royal Highness King Jing? Ah, then this one..." The guard was still wearing plain clothes, and he was taken aback. His voice didn't hold back and attracted the attention of others.

Sitting in front of Ming Ciyue, Ji Zheng could see clearly that the blade glowing with snow-white light was hidden under the holy cassock, with its head protruding slightly, and it only took a blink of an eye to make this innocent guard quietly He fell to the ground without a sound.

His heart was already in his throat.

"Welcome both of you back to the palace. Your Majesty's heart is kind, and I wish you all the best. I will open the gate of the palace for your lowly position."

Ji Zheng: "?" If it weren't for him being a tyrant, how could he be benevolent.

On the Qianying Hall, the whole hall was covered with white mourning streamers, all of them were dressed in plain clothes, and even the dragon chair was covered with a screen, which could be vaguely seen. On the dragon chair were the jade seals and the twelve The crown of pearls.

Marquis Wu'an held the tablet with the inscription "Emperor of Great Yan Shizongde and the throne" in his hand. He set out from the gate of the palace, passed through the civil and military officials standing in plain clothes, bowed three times and bowed nine times, towards the Coveted location to head to.

Today, the old emperor is buried here, and the new emperor is also born here.

The corners of his mouth twitched ferociously. After experiencing the great grief of losing his flesh and blood, and the great joy of changing the dynasty and proclaiming himself emperor, his mind is no longer clear.

The empress dowager, who was half-slumped on the chair, was carried to the side of the throne within a few days, with hair all over her head, sickly and reluctantly witnessing the ceremony. Seeing Marquis Wu An like this, she shook her head silently.

Li Ruhai, the eunuch who was in charge of the ceremony, took the tablet for him, and handed over the jade seal to him. When he was only one step away from the throne, he stopped, looked back, and frowned.

"Why don't you call the saint long live?"

"Shout, shout!" His hand holding Yuxi trembled slightly, "I am standing in front of you, are you blind or deaf?"

Someone took the lead, and all civil and military officials in the court knelt down, but no one spoke first.

"Report! Report to Marquis, Lord Hou..." The man rushed in from outside the palace door, scrambled and ran to the bottom of the steps, looked up at Marquis Wu'an, but before he could react, he blurted out Lord Hou again, so he was beaten again for no reason. kicked.

"Outside the city, a group of people came from outside the city. I heard that they were escorting the Holy Master back to the palace. The Holy Majesty straddled the leader's horse and asked you to go out and meet."

"How, how is it possible?"

There was an uproar at the bottom, several veteran officials represented by General Xuan were overjoyed, and hurriedly asked, "Can you see clearly that it is the Holy One?"

The messenger didn't care about the three sevens and twenty ones, and exaggerated the whole story, and even imagined the details of the emperor wearing a royal robe, wearing a jade crown, and carrying a sword.

"Great, what are you waiting for, open it quickly..."

"No!" The tablet was overturned with a bang, rolled to the door of the hall, and several lines were cracked in response, "It's fake, it's fake, Ji Zhaoming is dead, he died in that ravine, there is me My son will accompany him on the way to the Underworld, not even ashes... No, call me a team of imperial guards and send them out of the city, and anyone who dares to stop me will be killed!"

The audience was horrified, and there was a moment of silence, and then countless officials stood up one after another, making a mess, "Marquis Wu An, what you mean is to kill the king, think clearly."

"You have an imperial decree to supervise the country, and you proclaim yourself emperor by offending. If you stop at this time, you may be dealt with lightly."

"Stop it, don't dream of your Spring and Autumn Dreams, the farce should be over."

"Why, a stupid and incompetent bastard, you are willing to kneel down and worship him, and bury Dayan in his hands!"

Countless ministers laughed dumbfounded when they heard this, and said, "The Holy One is orthodox."

"No matter how stupid and incompetent you are, you once went to the Winter Hunting Festival in person to confront the West Desert people in order to get back the tribute."

"He opened the sluice to release the water, but he accidentally saved thousands of people downstream."

"Do you want Dayan to be buried in your hands today?"

The "squeak" of the main hall door sounded very clear amidst the chaotic noise.

A pair of clean white hands picked up the tablet, took a light breath, and blew the ashes, "Marquis Wu An, why do you say that I am a fool?"

"Why does the emperor take turns to do it, but it's not your turn?"

Just now he said how could it be possible for the sage who was outside the city to kill at the gate of the hall all of a sudden!

"It's a ghost, it's a ghost!" Marquis Wu An was dizzy, as if he was hallucinating, he suddenly pulled out the sword of the guards on the side, passed through a group of officials who were screaming and fleeing, and rushed up.

Before he was halfway there, he was blocked by a moonlight sword light.Marquis Wu'an was originally from the army, and coupled with the sudden stimulation at this time, his skill was much higher than usual. Rolling over, hitting above the high ranks, next to the throne.

The guards were busy going to the door to stop the soldiers of the Gu family's mansion who were swarming up. Almost all the people in the hall escaped and hid at the door of the hall. There was only a half-disabled old woman left, unable to make a sound, staring in horror and unable to escape .

It's not that Mingci was not injured by the explosion before, but his nerves had been highly tense before, and when he endured it until now, when he picked up the sword and fought recklessly, the pain and pain swept over him like a tide.

During the fight, he looked away slightly, and met the gaze of Xiaotian who was chasing him from the upper step, silently urging, anxious, flustered, and at a loss.

Quick fight.

He only said, "Unscrupulous and non-stop, even if you use your own flesh and blood as firewood, you have to light that fire."

Marquis Wu An's sword was delayed for a moment, "Impossible, I have already called a stop, knowing that my son is inside, how could I still ignite it, it was obviously an accident, no, it was not an accident, it was you, it was you! "

"Even if you catch up with the Holy Master, I will get rid of my Gu family, and I will surpass you!"

When Ming Ci Yue turned sideways, the back of his neck was exposed to his sword for a moment.

The Son of Heaven exclaimed, and opened his mouth slightly. In a blink of an eye, Ming Ciyue caught the movement of the person behind him from his pupils, without looking back, he immediately caught the sharp sword coming from the left with his backhand.

"You don't have a heart, so you won't understand." Mingci coldly pushed forward, gaining the upper hand.

"What happened 14 years ago, Marquis of Wu'an, don't come here unharmed."

Marquis Wu An couldn't fight anymore, he backed up again and again, almost throwing away his helmet and armor around the dragon chair, rolling and crawling, dodging in panic.

Ming Ci returned to his usual indifference, wiped his forehead, held the sword, and was not in a hurry, accompanying him around in a circle, relaxed and peaceful, forcing him into a dead corner little by little.

The sword's edge scratched on the jade floor, as if it had been carved through the cracks in Marquis Wu'an's bones. His hair stood on end, his liver and gallbladder were shattered.

"My lord, help me, my lord!" Marquis Wu An was so anxious that he even dared to turn his head to ask Ji Zheng for help, "He dares to put you in danger for his own scheme today, and he dares to come to the palace tomorrow to force you!"

"Do you think that if I die, you will be able to sit back and relax as emperor? You won't live long after I die! Do you think the late emperor was not responsible for the case back then, because he listened to one side and was cowardly? " His voice changed. Tune, and in that sharp sword cry, "He is a lonely soul crawling out of Ming's tomb. If you want revenge, kill me first, and your surname is Ji next."

"Ming Ciyue is the real wolf ambition. Apart from revenge, there is nothing else in his heart except the throne. You are raising a tiger for trouble, for raising a tiger for trouble!"

Ji Zheng watched helplessly as he crawled beside the dragon chair, writhing like a maggot, scratching his fingernails on the smooth floor until his flesh was bloody.

Ming Ci wanted to hold him tight, tied Wu Anhou's courage to the tip of his sword to tease him, let him go after he caught up, cast his gaze over, and asked Ji Zheng calmly and silently.

It is two completely different concepts to raise the sword for the purpose of fighting for the king and for revenge.

Ji Zheng was in a state of chaos in his heart, and he didn't know how he trembled when he said that sentence, "Marquis Wu'an has evil intentions, deceives the emperor and commits crimes, embezzles public money without authorization, tampers with edicts, seeks power and usurps the throne, and executes the decision."

He only knew that Marquis Wu'an's last cry to him was laughing up to the sky, "I'll wait for the Holy Majesty on the road to Huangquan."

The entire hall fell silent, and the officials who crowded outside the hall with their heads tucked in looked in one after another. Blood was splashed on the funeral streamers hanging from the beams, and the corpse poked half of its hand from behind the screen. On the winding white silk of the screen.

Without vigilance, the Holy Majesty was still approaching step by step, like a worm pounced on a spider's web.

Everyone was terrified, but they didn't dare to step forward to stop them.

They also heard the words of Marquis Wu'an just now.It was only now that they remembered that Ming Ciyue was a knife that he killed from the battlefield. Even after five or six years wrapped in the soft brocade in the capital, he was still a knife, which could be used externally, and naturally internally.

Prince Jing's gentleness and benevolence are true, but it probably won't be able to withstand the repeated trials, provocations, and humiliations of the emperor.

What's more, there are countless teachers who have been diligent kings throughout the ages.

Marquis Wu'an is dead, but I'm afraid it's still unclear who will sit on the throne.

They watched quietly on the screen, the taller figure dropped the sword, held up the twelve-pronged beaded crown, and half-kneeled down.

The crown was tossed alternately in the hands of the two, fell to the ground with a bang, and was picked up again, and the indistinct sound of quarreling fluctuated up and down.

The heartbeats of all people came together, thump, thump.

Suddenly, the figures of the two overlapped, and they wrestled on the dragon chair!The Holy Majesty's "Come here..." was cut off in the middle of the shout.

King Jing finally couldn't help but do it!This big Yan is going to change her surname eventually!

Everyone's reaction exploded like thunder, but no one dared to step forward to stop it.

Right now, Ji Zheng watched Marquis Wu'an dying under Ming Ciyue's sword, at this moment Ming Ciyue came closer with the sword in hand, but his feet seemed to be stuck to the floor, unable to move or pull them out.

Ming Ci Yue stretched out his hand towards him, as if playing in slow motion in front of his eyes.

Ji Zheng's crow-colored eyelashes were wet, and they closed tightly without any hope, trembling together, "Is it here?"

The cold fingertips landed on the side of his cheek, and he hummed vaguely, with a light smile.

Ji Zheng only felt that with his eyes closed and his head held high, his situation was not much better than that of a lamb being slaughtered.

Ming Ciyue seemed to be planning to scare him to death like before, and remained silent for a long while without moving.

"Hurry up." Ji Zheng hoarse voice, while urging, opened one eye slightly, and was startled by the sudden appearance of the pearl crown in front of him.

The crown with the jade beads on it was even more radiant in the uncle's hands. Mingci lowered his head and wiped it carefully. He lost the decisiveness and ruthlessness he had just beheaded, and his movements were meticulous and cautious. Looking up at him also...cautiously.

As soon as Ji Zheng met that gaze, the string in Ji Zheng's brain snapped, all the grievances came up, and he cried so hard that he knocked over the pearl crown with his hand.

"Pretending! One time fierce and then soft, pretending to be gentle, you lied to me, laughed at me, and played with me in the palm of your hand!"

Ming Ci Yue was not angry, and picked it up again and again patiently.

"Don't be like this, I know everything, I've seen it all, Ming Ciyue..." He sniffed, and pulled his lips hard, "That's the real Ming Ciyue, with a big change in temperament, loss of gentleness... ..."

"Stop acting, I've never seen what you look like before?"

"What does it look like?" Ming Ci Yue suddenly said, and slowly straightened up, "Your Majesty has seen this look before?"

Before Ji Zheng could make a sound, the next moment, the world was spinning, and he was pressed straight into the depths of the dragon chair, and his movements were roughly folded under Ming Ciyue's figure. If it wasn't for the protection of that person's palm, He almost broke his brain on the jade.

The depths of those eyes were full of tumbling heat, which made the skin burn.

He has never seen such eloquence, barbarism, straightforwardness, presumptuousness, no scruples, and desires are all written in his eyes.

"Are you crazy?! Someone... um." There was a pain in the corner of his mouth, and his voice was blocked back abruptly.

"Hush, they're all watching." Ming Ciyue's voice was like a feather, scratching it, alternating between soft and strong, as if placing him under the double sky of ice and fire.

"This is the main hall, the dragon chair, under the gaze of all the people, have they seen the appearance of the Holy Majesty before?"

Ji Zheng couldn't resist, pursed her lips, protested silently, and stared back at him.

"Hold back the voice, retract the claws." Ming Ci Yue forcibly inserted through his clenched fingers, and pressed his fingers on Tenglong's dragon's mouth. '

This is the first time Mingci Yue never asked him again, "Is it okay?"

Ming Ci Yue only said "be nice".

Ming Ciyue finally came to kill him, fierce and ruthless, the first "knife" fell on the tip of his burning ear.

The imperial robe hung on the dragon horns of the armrest, dangling non-stop, with a stabbing sound and a big mouth.

"Be good, Your Majesty."

The author has something to say: Ah, Uncle Huang finally made a move, and I finally got mad.

Everyone thought that the uncle was going to seize the throne, but he went up to seize the throne hahaha

Crying, crying, please, don’t lock it, it’s okay, don’t think too much