I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

The door of the hall was wide open, and all the Leren students had already fled out under the threat of Ming Ciyue's eyes. The servants and guards outside the door had been cleaned up long ago. The bone-piercing cold wind rushed in, raised layers of curtains high, mixed into the hot ambiguity, and slapped on the body that didn't match at all.

Reveal their secrets in the darkness of night.

Ji Zheng's thin and thin back was exposed in the cold air of the cold night, it was a section of bright and clean crescent, bent into a soul-stirring arc in front of the man.

If the gentleness and comfort given to him by Mingci Yue in the previous two times was to lift him into the sky and kill him, the roughness and punishment this time is to drag him into the mud, and he cannot survive or die.

He didn't know if Ming Ci Yue really didn't know, or if he was out of breath tonight, he deliberately didn't give him any time to adapt, and didn't give him a little room to breathe.

……

Both of them gasped at the same time.

Both sides can feel the pain that drills into the bone marrow, the pain that almost tears people apart.

Ji Zheng propped his elbows on the couch, raised his head backwards, his neck made of jade stretched, and the moon curved more beautifully.He wanted to get out of the shackles, like a fish out of water, opening and closing for the last time, blushing from lack of oxygen and suffocating, he just wanted a comforting kiss to give him air.

Ming Ci became more silent, paused for a moment, and pushed him back.Always let him turn his back to her, unwilling to meet his eyes.

Ji Zheng was in a daze between the pillows for a long time before he realized slowly that this was definitely not a pleasure between lovers, it was a game, a torture purely to satisfy the perverted desire for control.

The sobs were locked in the jade pillow, muffled and hoarse.With great difficulty, he regained half of his strength and tremblingly reprimanded: "Get out, get out, Uncle Emperor, woo-Ming Ciyue, you, him, fuck it, get out!"

"Come on, come on, escort..." His voice was as weak as a mosquito humming, but even so, the strong desire to survive that erupted made him crawl outside while shouting.

Ming Ci Yue knelt on the spot, straightened his body and did not move. When he was halfway running away, he pulled his ankle and pulled him back easily.

"Who do you want to escort?" Ming Ciyue opened his mouth, and said the first sentence from just now, "Looking for those students just now, or Li Ruhai, or... Gu Congyun? I can help you find them for escort."

His voice was still calm, but there was a rare fluctuation in the tidal sea. He calmed down and panted slightly, "It's just that throughout the ages, there has been no example of humiliating the Holy One. There is no applicable law to judge the minister. If the death penalty is imposed, the minister will never No complaints. If the Holy One can still remember the old friendship, I only want to cut off the title, get rid of the royal family, relegate to the common people, fill the ministers into the northwest military camp, and let the ministers guard the border for life, with sand and stone as companions."

"I won't get married and start a family, and I won't have any offspring. The grievances of the Ming family are now settled, and I won't threaten to interfere with the Ji family's dynasty in the future."

Ji Zheng's eyes widened slightly, and he was dazed for a few seconds before he realized the meaning of this sentence. He turned to meet him regardless of the pain at the tear, "This is why you tortured me?! You used me to eliminate all The old enemy of your family wants to force me to remove the insulting title of Prince, return your innocence, and let you leave the capital."

Physical pain is not considered pain, but the inexplicable sadness in my heart flooded up, and my eyes were a little blurry, "Even if, even if it's because of..."

Even if Ming Ci Yue wanted to warn him, punish him, or possess him because he saw the group of students getting angry, he would be willing to bear it and enjoy it.

It turned out that he hated Ming Ciyue's calm, cold and indifferent look even more than Ming Ciyue after his temperament changed drastically. There is only his hatred in it, and the rest of the things don't care, they are not emotional, they are dispensable, and they are inseparable.

It seems that I am the only one who is in love and crazy from the beginning to the end. It's not fair, why? !

Ji Zheng just wanted to let go of these words, and had no face to say them out.

Ming Ciyue looked at him for half a second, his rare indifferent expression loosened a bit, the veins on his forehead twitched, and his brows raised tightly.

His voice was extremely stiff and unnatural, "It doesn't matter if it's nothing, as long as the Holy One is clear." After finishing speaking, he wanted to turn Ji Zheng over again.

Apart from the superiority of monarchs and ministers, uncles and nephews, their relationship has always been lovers, shady partners, you love me, love between men and women, only when indulged in entanglement in pleasure, is it natural and normal , in order to avoid those more complicated and inexplicable problems.

Night and bed shouldn't be a place for conversation, too much intimacy can create illusions and expectations that shouldn't be there.

"You forced me to the throne and wanted to let go. Are you not afraid that I will continue to tease male favorites, indulge in the harem, trust treacherous officials, and ignore the court?" Ji Zheng reluctantly held his arms propped by his side , not letting him move.

Ming Ci Yue said: "Da Yan is the Great Swallow of the Holy Majesty, who enriches the harem and gives birth to the emperor's heir, but it is because the Holy Majesty likes it."

Ji Zheng was silent for a long while, gritted his teeth and rolled over. As soon as he sat down, his legs and feet went limp, and he almost fainted from the pain. Mingci Yue also groaned, and quickly reached out to support him.

Panting heavily, Ji Zheng regained his composure a little bit, and shook off his hand, "Don't touch me, I'll do it myself."

He propped himself up, looked up at the vermilion beams hanging high in the sky, half-closed his eyes, a little absent-minded, with a seductive expression.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, cold sweat fell from the tips of her hair, soaking most of her back and the thin white skirt, falling into a small strand and dripping down.

"Well, uncle—"

"Slutty, contemptuous, obscene, do I like it, or do you like it?"

"Isn't this what you've always wanted? I don't know how many 'coincidences' there are so many deliberate plans that night in the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion."

……

The wine cup just now was placed on the floor next to the bed, and Ji Zheng could reach it as soon as he stretched out his hand.He couldn't stand it anymore, so he picked up the jug, didn't even use the cup, and directly poured it into his mouth with his head up, half of the wine entered his mouth, and the other half slipped down his jaw, his Adam's apple...

He didn't know much about drinking, coughed and wiped his mouth, and the corners of his eyes were red.

Ming Ci Yue raised his hand to stop him, "Don't drink, don't force yourself."

Ji Zheng blinked and looked at him condescendingly. Ming Ciyue in the mess was no different from when he first saw him kneeling that day, his coat was wrinkled, his temple hair was messed up, the corners of his mouth were still tense, his shoulders and neck Tall and tough, he is a nobleman of extraordinary background, a sword tempered by fire, and the sea under the moonlit night in his eyes.

How could anyone hide their lust so well.

Without even thinking about it, Ji Zheng raised his hand and flipped the jug, the wine dripped down with a splash, and every drop was sprinkled on Ming Ciyue's chest, completely soaking his navy blue python suit, outlining a picture like Stone-like body contours, flowing water-like texture lines.

Ming Ciyue didn't say a word, didn't hide, let him pour, let him finish the pot of wine, turned it over, shook it unwillingly, and dripped the last few drops.

Satisfied, Ji Zheng raised her lips drowsily, and threw the jug aside.

He bent down, and Ming Ci raised his head subconsciously to meet him, but Ji Zheng's movements changed suddenly, with a blushing complexion, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he let out a sleepy drunken laugh, and kissed greedily, tian wine drop.

Ming Ci Yue's face darkened.

Ji Zheng was instantly happier, he just wanted to see Ming Ci Yue messed up and embarrassed for him, which made him feel a little bit at ease.

Tonight, they did not kiss.

……

Until the Holy One was almost fainted from exhaustion, confused, and collapsed in front of him with half-closed eyes, Mingci Yue took a breath, lifted him up and turned around, and put him on the couch beside him.

His Majesty's fingers were still tightly hooked to his skirt, refusing to let go.

At the end, Ming Ciyue heard His Majesty whisper aggrievedly in his heart, "The empress dowager is not evil, whoever said that by doing this can control him, check and balance him, make him bend his knees and bow his head, grateful... It is I who was played It's still the emperor's uncle..."

The eye feathers fluttered twice slowly, and finally closed unwillingly.

Only the little heartbeat is left, thump, thump, thump, in the lonely night.

"Not good." Mingci laughed silently.The Holy Majesty fell asleep, and he couldn't bear it anymore. From the tips of his hair to his calves, the fine and dense ween fell down gently like raindrops, turning him red from the inside out.

The boy's head hangs limply on one side, from the thin jaw, to the slender and fair neck, the slightly protruding Adam's apple, to the half-exposed protruding collarbone, engraved with tooth marks and hickey marks, all of which are his absurd madness Get the imprint.

It looked pitiful, like a broken straw doll.

There is a small cinnabar mole, which just grows on the tip of the fragile throat, just in line with a tooth mark, as if it was pushed to the top of the tide, and it has been devastated.

The young man had thin skin and light complexion, and accumulated blood, which could not go away after ten days and half a month.

For no apparent reason, Mingci thought of the falling plums in the snow, the blood on Bai Lian, and the red apricots protruding from the white wall.

How could someone be born so suitable to be kissed and loved.But this person was born to be the current saint.

Ming Ci Yue suddenly recalled a time when he went to Beijing with his father to face the Holy Spirit when he was a child before going out to war.

There were joyful songs and laughs inside the hall, and outside the hall it was freezing and snowy, his father and son of the Ming family were kneeling side by side.

Ming Ciyue was originally born in a prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River, before he was crowned, his temperament was unstable, no matter how hard he could stand this kind of bitter cold, he would get up immediately.

Ming Changmu held his shoulder, "Kneel firmly, don't move."

After a while, the door of the palace was opened a crack, and a small dumpling with pink make-up and jade came out quietly, rubbing his hands while breathing, looking extremely delicate.

Ming Changmu introduced him in his ear, this is the third prince Ji Zhaoming, whose birth mother was of humble background, who just died a few days ago, Ji Zhaoming was turned out of the corner of the harem, and was taken under the name of the noble concubine, and won the favor of the imperial concubine.

In another corner of the courtyard wall, a little maid was holding a puppy and beckoning to him, "Zheng Zheng." Xu was the prince's nickname.

But the little prince frowned in disgust, ignored them, and approached them slowly, threw down a broken copper bowl containing steamed buns, made a face, and ran back quickly.

This steamed bun was presumably originally prepared for dogs.

Ming Changmu kowtowed to the back of Xiao Tuanzi running away, "Thank you, Third Prince, for your gift." As he spoke, he also bowed his head together with La Ming Ciyue.

"A man has gold under his knees, don't ask for it." Ming Ci stood upright with a cold face.

"Presumptuous! That's the prince, the future prince or sage! Who told you that your bones are hardened at this time, and the monarch and minister are inferior, where have you read all the books I asked you to read?!"

"The book also said that princes and generals are peaceful..." Before he could finish speaking, he was hit on the back by the hilt of the sword.

"Nonsense, you are a junior of my Ming family. If you are not well-educated, I can't escape the responsibility." Ming Changmu said, swinging the sword and hitting himself again, "Junjunchenchen, father and son, let me see if there is any emperor in your eyes?" , Is there still me as a father?"

After Ming Changmu slapped himself for the third time, Ming Ciyue finally bowed down, hitting his head heavily on the icy ground.

He always believed that his father was a domesticated poultry, while he was the eagle belonging to the sky.No one is born to learn how to bend their knees, and he is no exception, if he hadn't gone to Beijing to seek revenge, and was shackled and shackled...

But now that the old feud was over, he was still firmly tied to that little prince's side, and even boarded the dragon couch.The boy only used a few fingers to hook the hem of his clothes, preventing his body and mind from escaping.

But this time, rather than being tamed, it is better to say that he voluntarily put away his sharp claws, put on the shackles, and handed the other end of the rope into the hands of the Holy Master.

Kissing and kissing, Ming Ci Yue's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple rolled, in order not to disturb the sleeping person, he slowly moved away, got out of bed and went to the window to enjoy the cool breeze.

"Emperor—cough cough..."

Ji Zheng woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, her eyes widened suddenly, she lifted her body up with her arms propped up, her chest heaved up and down, she was panting violently, her throat was so dry and hoarse that she couldn't scream.

Had a nightmare, another nightmare, different from previous dreams.This time in the dream, Ming Ciyue was the only one, leaving the palace and the capital, facing thousands of troops alone, with his navy blue cloak fluttering, disappearing under the iron hooves of the enemy troops in the Western Desert.

Ming Ciyue finally turned his head and looked towards the east.

A heavy breath, hot, swept into the back of his neck.

Ji Zheng turned his face cautiously, it was Uncle Huang, he breathed a sigh of relief, this time Mingci Yue did not sneak away while he was asleep.

Mingci in deep sleep is different from the usual alienation and politeness, but treats him like a pillow, stuffing the whole thing in his arms, his legs crossed closely with his legs, and his arms across his chest.

Maybe the nightmare is because of this.

Not only was the door of the palace closed, but also the window was left with only a gap. The evening wind in the middle of the night came down softly, playing with the soft curtain and stirring his hair hanging on the edge of the bed.

A ray of moonlight fell on the fingers they clasped in sleep, like true lovers.

Ji Zheng subconsciously slowed down her breathing, rising and falling with the rhythm of the bed curtain.

His whole body was extremely stiff, and his forehead was burning hot for some reason, but for some reason, he was not willing to move at all, and he was too lazy to move.

Only one hand was pulled out from under the quilt, hanging in the air, and with some trembling, he traced slowly along Ming Ci's furrowed eyebrows.

The prisoner seemed to have said that Emperor Xing was affected by the calamity star, would be weak and sick, and often disturbed by nightmares... I don't know what Ming Ci Yue dreamed about at this moment.

Thinking of this, Ji Zheng's heart sank, and he lowered his eyes in embarrassment. His fingertips accidentally scratched the uncle's eyelashes, and both sides trembled like butterfly wings.

He quickly withdrew his hand like a frightened bird, turned his face back, felt guilty, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

I don't know if Mingci wakes up, or if it is a subconscious action.

After a while, his waist was covered with warmth, and he patted, patted, like coaxing a baby.But that rhythm strangely matched his heartbeat, one click, one click.

……How can it be?It's an illusion, it must be an illusion.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated and beat even harder, just when he wanted to observe carefully, a bell broke into his ears.

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle...

Ji Zheng was sleeping on the outside, and when she opened her eyes, she suddenly had a face-to-face meeting with the baby deer.

Ji Zheng: ...

The son broke into his father's bedroom at night and had to lock the door before going to bed.

The deer was just as high as the edge of the bed, tilting its head to the left and to the right for a while, making the bells around its neck ringing crisply, and its round eyes were so dark that they shone brightly at night, staring at him without turning. .

Just as Ji Zheng was about to reach out and hold the baby deer's bell, Ming Ci Yue's arms were tightened violently in his sleep. At the same time, the deer jumped away as if in response, and moved to the side of their handshake that was half hanging on the edge of the bed. , gently licking Ji Zheng's fingertips.

Even if he knew it was a deer or not a human being, and he didn't have a mind, the feeling of being exposed by the crowd was enough to make his ears blush.

What's more, the deer pushed down with its nose all the way, Ji Zheng's eyes followed it all the way, and looked at himself, one piece was red, one piece was white, one piece was deep, one piece was shallow, and it was extremely muddy. A tidal wave was raging.

Ji Zheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, suddenly tensed up, and closed her eyes tightly in despair.

Ming Ci Yue wakes up behind him.

After noticing that his wounded clothes were still caught on the fingertips of the Holy One, he simply took off his shirt, only put on his trousers, jumped out from the inside of the bed, landed under the bed, and stepped on the ground with bare feet soundlessly.

Seeing him, the deer immediately came up to him and touched his calf lightly.

Mingci frowned, bent down, and pulled out a beard branch from its mouth. He was very familiar with this long strip of young leaves. It was clearly the tool he used to lure the deer to take his master to the bait in the Marquis of Wu'an.Later, when he returned to the palace, he hid in the guardhouse, but now he is held in his mouth by it. It is impossible for the deer to find it by himself. There is only one situation.

The Holy One found out the truth.

No wonder I suddenly drank and made trouble tonight.

The deer was still circling behind him, Ming Ci became more impatient, and when he thought of the deer licking his holy fingertips just now, his mood became even more displeased, so he threw the branch towards the door, expecting This deer can leave obediently after tasting the sweetness.

The papers scattered on the ground were all the papers from the student's case just now. Ming Ciyue picked one up casually, and wrote "Discuss whether to be a virtuous person or to be a descendant." Write "The Holy Majesty has a good background and talent".

Ming Ci couldn't hold back anymore, and secretly hooked the corners of his lips.Those white-faced students were sent in by Li Ruhai to have fun, but the Holy One just asked them to make a fuss about the policy.

Virtuous or heir?Prince or His Majesty?The problem in the child's mind was clear at a glance.

In the past, Ming Ciyue might have answered that he should be a virtuous person, but today Ming Ciyue just wants to say that those who are born in the first line are not necessarily incompetent.

Most of these papers are blank, except for one that floats in from the window, and it is full of eloquence. The relationship between the two is written in a big book, the pros and cons of establishing a descendant and establishing a virtuous person, and the end is inscribed "Original Ming" .

Yuan Ming?How could it be Yuan Ming? He still doesn't know how many big characters that guy can read.

Ming Ci frowned, just as he pulled out the paper and put it aside, something pushed against his leg again.

Looking down, the deer ran back with a stick in its mouth, and when it saw him, it immediately put it down and took half a step back, as if secretly expecting Mingciyue to throw it again.

Ming Ci became more silent, and when the deer was about to leave in disappointment, he knelt down and nodded the deer's head, "...you are very similar to him."

Ji Zheng: "..."

Son, I am ashamed of my father.

Ming Ciyue's voice was very low, hoarse with just waking up, as if he took a breath of smoke and exhaled it in his ear.

From the beginning to the end, Ji Zheng squinted his eyes half-closed, looking at Ming Ciyue's back from the gap in self-deception.The wasp-waisted ape back, which is almost magical, has too many muscles, too little muscle, and a thin layer of slender bones, sliding slightly with his movements of squatting down and standing up.

In the past, Mingci Yue was always neatly dressed and meticulous, and he was the only one who was messed up.But now it is fair, he lost his obscene trousers, and Mingci Yue lost his shirt, they all abandoned their armor and dragged their troops in this deep winter night, losing in a mess.

When Mingci got closer to the bright place, Ji Zheng saw it clearly, and suddenly clenched his teeth, and took a deep breath.

The back was covered with horrific scars, large and small, scattered all over the place, the longest one stretched from the right shoulder to the left waist, crooked like a centipede, as if it wanted to tear the whole person apart.

"Your Majesty, it's time to be ugly, let's sleep a little longer." Ming Ci Yue turned his back to him, and easily exposed him without turning around.

Ji Zheng should close his eyes and continue to pretend to be asleep, but he stared straight ahead, a drop of cold sweat fell on his eyelashes, and he fanned for a long time, unable to fall off.

Not long after, Mingci realized something was wrong, turned his head slowly, approached him, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hand, "So many! Your Majesty?"

Ji Zheng was drowsy, feeling the hand go down his neck and into the skirt of his clothes.

Hiss, this hand...why is it so cold, I can't push it away...

"Holy Majesty, don't sleep!" That hand hurriedly came to pat his cheek, something wrapped around his lips, warm, wet, without any lust, it seemed that he just wanted to transition temperature.

Only then did Ji Zheng realize that her lips and teeth were trembling from the cold.

Half of his body was placed on the scorching fire, and the other half was soaked in cold water.

"Come here, tell the imperial physician!" But for convenience, Ji Zheng had already wiped out all the servants outside the palace for the sake of convenience.

"I'm looking for someone, I'll go right away, wait a little longer, just a little while."

Ji Zheng had never seen Ming Ciyue look so flustered, and when he was suffering from illness, he raised his lips a little cautiously and wanted to be satisfied.

"What's the rush... I... I'm gone, no one will hold you back, leave Dayan to be the king, and return to Ximo to worship the prime minister, don't you all... Cough cough." Ji Zheng turned his face away, "Don't touch me, who will agree?" You kiss me..."

The more Ming Ci wanted to pull out the wine-soaked jacket from under him, but Ji Zheng didn't forget to pull it to death when he was in a daze, and only half-hanged his black-bottomed gold-threaded dragon robe in front of him. shoulder, "This one, wear it for me to see."

There was a strange flash in Ming Ciyue's eyes, his hands paused in the air for a moment, this time he could not refuse again, turned around and left Yanfu Hall half clothed.

This was the first time Ji Zheng saw Ming Ciyue wearing a dragon robe, and the golden silk embroidered beast on the back stretched its teeth and danced its claws, covering the meritorious scar from the right shoulder to the left waist.

Naturally, it is more suitable than him.

The entire Imperial Hospital was alarmed. At night, someone wearing a dragon robe rode a horse and knocked on the gate. Seeing that there were traces of dark blood on the robe, the guards on duty were too scared to open the door. They thought it was King Jing who finally With the sword in hand, the grievances are settled.

Who knows-

"It's a fever, and, uh...some skin trauma." The little doctor quickly prescribed the prescription, and the rest of the imperial doctors were locked outside the door, and he was the only one who had to be summoned.It's no wonder that King Jing didn't let them in, after all, the appearance of the sage is really invisible.

His gaze wandered back and forth between King Jing and His Majesty, and with the lessons learned from using tricks to lure deer, he was really not at ease with King Jing, so he quietly asked in front of His Majesty, "Is it possible for King Jing to succeed..." He meant Pointingly touched the wine cup beside him.

Ji Zheng's complexion was not very good-looking. He was already flushed, but at this moment, it turned red and then white. He looked away and muttered, "I'm on top, I didn't suffer."

Little Doctor: ...Really?I do not believe.

But Mingci Yue actually echoed with a vague hum, not knowing whether he agreed with the first half sentence or the second half sentence.

"Don't suffer?!" Gu Jianzheng was also called over by Ming Ciyue, and his reaction was a little violent, "How many times has the Holy Majesty suffered from fever and how many accidents have happened in the past few months? I warned you, disaster stars, all disaster stars!" After finishing speaking, his eyes kept glancing at Ming Ciyue and the dragon robe on his body.

"Why did you call him here?" Ji Zheng asked angrily, "You also have so many accidental injuries on your body. According to this, I am the disaster star."

"Good words are good for the disease." Mingci Yue helped him pull up the quilt to cover up those unclear traces.

The little doctor stood beside him for a while, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and leaned over to ask the emperor.

The emperor coughed straight after hearing the words, as if his fever had worsened, and his head became redder.

The little doctor had no choice but to ask King Jing again, "...Have you done the cleaning?"

Ming Ci Yue's expression was indescribable, he opened his mouth, and just looked down at the holy majesty curled up on the couch.

Both of them were newbies, and suddenly touched the blind spot of knowledge, and they were a little bit at a loss apart from embarrassment.

In the end, it was the little doctor who drove the prisoner out, and prepared a bucket of warm water medicine bath, trauma medicine, a few dark brocade boxes, and a few books.

Ji Zheng still didn't dare to go into the water alone, so he could only hold onto Ming Ciyue's shoulders, and the two of them floated in together.

Ming Ciyue didn't say a word, his brows were tightly furrowed, and after repeatedly asking to help him clean up but being rejected, he obviously blamed himself and felt guilty.

"Don't read it, you and I don't talk about business at night..."

Ji Zheng saw that he was wet and naked, and he was still focused on a book of "Zi Zhi Tong Jian", so he poked his head over.

Ming Ci Yue had no intention of concealing anything, with an ordinary expression, and his serious and inquiring eyes slowly shifted from the book to the man.

With a bang, Ji Zheng knocked down the book, bit her lip, sucked her head in her mouth, her feverish cheek seemed to be dripping blood.

Books dangling on the water surface, fluttering and swaying, large and special paintings, Longyang eighteen styles.

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