I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

The light of day has not yet appeared, but the night that tightly wrapped the tent has been quietly fading away. The unique coolness of the night in the sand is accompanied by a little water, which evaporates from the soil bit by bit, covering the air.

The surroundings are silent and dim, the brightness will be better, and you can see the ten fingers of the two tightly clasped when you stretch out your hands.

It's time to get up in the barracks, but it won't be long before the boring and tense day of routine defense here begins again.

Ji Zheng poked out one eye from the edge of the quilt, narrowed the slit, and observed the man beside the bed through the slit.

Ming Ciyue just finished his morning exercise, stood aside and wiped his upper body, a few drops of sweat slid down the well-defined abdomen along the deep and shallow ravines, passing through the scars.The conditions of the army are limited, along the high and smooth jaw lines on both sides, a lot of green balls have grown on his jaw, but the black hair is still tied into a meticulous bun.

Ming Ciyue changed into a white tunic, followed by a hard and heavy armor on the outside.

Ji Zheng watched silently, remembering the night when he first saw Ming Ciyue. In the early morning of the next day, Ming Ciyue knelt down to change his clothes according to the person's instructions, and the black dragon robe sleeves came from Ming Ciyue Pulling his hand away, he scraped his side face mercilessly, and remembered the night of the Winter Hunting Festival, he watched in the mirror Ming Ciyue put on the childhood black armor for himself.

"Come here." Ji Zheng suddenly made a sound, stretched out a hand from the quilt and grabbed the corner of Ming Ciyue's clothes, and then the whole person got out.

Mingci Yue turned his head and looked over.

The hibiscus tent is warm, one night of spring and night, Dongkou Yang. The spring is shallow and deep, and I can't sleep after falling up and down. I have to wear a battle robe for this general.

The camp bed was very simple, only reaching the height of the ground. Ji Zheng sat on the bed kneeling, and when he raised his face, he found that he was facing Ming Ciyue's waist, and couldn't reach the upper shoulder armor and breastplate.

Just when he straightened up, Mingci Yue also knelt down carefully to make it easier for him to move.

Dayan's craftsmanship has reached the peak of ancient times, but while Ji Zheng is wearing those finely crafted nails, he still can't help but mutter in his heart that it should be denser and thicker.

He was helping the emperor's uncle tie his belt, a pair of slender arms stretched out, wrapped around the man's strong waist, and pressed the buckle behind him, but he was too lazy to give it away, "I can't reach it, come over more. "

Mingci Yue followed suit, "Is it enough?"

Ji Zheng replied sullenly: "Not enough." The smell of the man had already penetrated into his nostrils.

Ming Ciyue took another step forward in his embrace, and the bodies of the two who had not been separated for a long time stuck together again, "Is that enough?"

"Not enough." Ji Zheng buried her head in the smell and let out a long sigh.

The next moment, Ming Ci Yue separated his legs, clamped them under his arms, lifted him up, bumped him up, hugged him in front of his chest, and leaned against the wooden pillar beside him.

There was no way for Ji Zheng to retreat, and all the unfinished sighs turned into fine whimpers, which melted into the morning wind.

After the kiss, the lips parted.Ji Zheng wrapped his legs around his waist, put his arms around his neck, and looked down at him.

Ming Ciyue's expression sank again, and he was silent for a while, "I have something to hide from the Holy Majesty for a long time, and the Holy Majesty will decide whether to forgive or not after hearing it. It should be time now."

Reminded by his words, Ji Zheng recalled Gu Congyun's weird words that day, "I also have something to ask you, although it may sound unbelievable..."

"Report—the whole army of Ximo people has attacked, and several teams have raided ten miles away!"

The sound of the horn exploded suddenly, piercing the sky, waking up the entire barracks from the night, and there were suddenly footsteps outside, the sound of horseshoes, the sound of summons, and the sounds of shock mixed together.

Ming Ciyue's eyes suddenly changed, he turned his head, and ordered to kneel outside the camp tent: "Send the order, the cavalry of the second battalion will march first, and the whole army will be on alert immediately."

"Yes!" The voice of the young soldier kneeling outside the tent was still trembling. After getting the order, he turned around and was about to run, but he stumbled and staggered a few times.

Mingci Yue heard the sound and added in a deep voice: "It wasn't a surprise attack, there was no accident, everything was expected."

The little soldier responded several times one after another, and ran away in a hurry.

Ji Zheng didn't say a word, she straightened her clothes, looked dignified, and broke away from Ming Ciyue's embrace.

"What are you going to do!"

Ji Zheng ignored it, picked up the armor he had prepared, and turned to go outside.

"return!"

Mingci Yue violently grabbed his arm and pulled it back, not allowing him to resist, grabbing his chin, forcing him to raise his head and open his mouth, the breath rushed in brutally, his lips, tongue and teeth collided together, bloody The flavor overflowed immediately.

Ming Ciyue's eyes turned red, taking advantage of Ji Zheng's shortness of breath, he forced him to stare at him, "This matter is not discussed, you are the emperor, go back!"

He didn't wait for a reply, and didn't bother to listen to the vague voice in his heart. He opened the curtain and turned to leave. The formation of troops was still waiting for him to arrange, and thousands of troops were still waiting for him to command. There was nothing to hesitate, let alone There is nothing to stop.

Ming Ciyue has been in the army for nearly 20 years. He has experienced and commanded hundreds of battles, large and small. To him, going to battle to kill the enemy and dispatching troops is almost a physical instinct, and it is mechanically repeated. Physical injuries should be more of psychological exhaustion and numbness.

There is no doubt that Mingci Yue is a military genius. He never fights unprepared battles. As he said just now, this so-called surprise attack is not unexpected at all. Just follow the previous preparations. .

But he was uncommonly nervous.Walking quickly on the road, he could reach out his hand to touch the violent throbbing from his heart, and when he looked down, he realized that a thin layer of sweat had already oozed from his palm.

It was as if he had returned to the first time he held the red-tasseled spear before the battle, the brat still had the passion for the battlefield in his eyes, and his blood was rushing in his body.

Ming Ciyue was also afraid, afraid that if he stayed for half a second longer, he would not be able to withstand the request of the little saint, so he would carry him close to his body and take him to the battlefield, let him ride horses with him, collide wantonly, and experience a great experience Swallow formations, golden drums and dawn battles, scenes of murderous auras.But he also knows that the identities of the two cannot be self-willed. Ji Zheng is not him, not a rough and lowly life born in the general family, and the sword has no shadow. It should be the mission of the holy majesty to protect himself infallible.

It's not that he didn't see, or didn't realize, that the vigorous heroic spirit of a young man burst out savagely from his pupils and from his whole body. It was a completely irresistible growth instinct, which made people fearful and infinitely charming, and he grabbed it countless times. Ming Ciyue's gaze made him unable to move his eyes away at all, and even though he had been trapped for many years, his heart subconsciously looked around halfway into the slow twilight.

It's only been more than half a year, how much has that person changed after washing away the rotten and withered breath?

The more Mingci knows, it won't be long, and if you give the saint some more time, he will completely surpass himself in military affairs and state affairs.A fledgling eagle, whose wings are getting fuller, realizes that he is the master of the sky the day he spreads his wings, and he doesn't need other birds to lead the way.

The situation was urgent, so he didn't think about it anymore, and simply explained the arrangement to the lieutenant general, and asked him to send a team to escort Huang Shide and his party who just arrived yesterday. After finishing this, he went straight to the front of the camp. The sound of the horn, all the soldiers should have spontaneously assembled there without having to activate it.

As soon as he approached, he heard a clear and clear voice from over there, "All officers and men obey orders—"

The back of the horse, the battle armor tightly bound on the white clothes, stretched out the tough and straight waist and abdomen lines like a poplar tree, and a drop of sweat dripped down the temples, which made people unable to recover for a long time.

"You are all good sons of Dayan. You left your hometown, abandoned your wives and children, and ate sand in the frontier, endured the wind and snow, threw your heads, and shed your blood. I can see what you do, and Dayan can see it. Children, grandchildren and grandchildren will all see it. Those who died here today will be buried in accordance with the fifth-class merit system. Dayan will support your wives, children, and mothers for you, and each household will receive [-] yuan per month. According to military merits, they will be appointed officials and given houses according to their military merits, so that they can live and work in peace and contentment."

Ji Zheng seemed to have heard the sound of hooves of Mingci approaching, and turned around from the horse. He was dressed in black, handsome and sassy, ​​with unparalleled spirit. Their eyes met. hot.He raised his voice without looking back: "I promise that once the frontier is settled, you can all put down your weapons and go back to your hometown. If there is no one who wants to protect, no one wants to go to war, and I am no exception."

The more Ming Ci heard this, the more his bones trembled, and then he saw that tens of thousands of soldiers and horses knelt down in unison, and there was a moment of silence, and then they shouted loudly, long live the Holy Spirit, the horses roared, and the voice shook The sound of the cloud echoed to the battlefield of the Ximo people ten miles away.

He and the Holy Majesty, one in front and one behind, walked side by side, together in the mysterious world, overlooking this massive worship.

Immediately afterwards, the Holy Majesty summoned him again, "Ming Ci Yue, I only want to win this battle, not lose."

Mingci jumped off his horse to receive the order, lifted his robe and bowed his head, kneeling at the feet of the young emperor like thousands of soldiers and horses.

The Ninth Five-Year position, the world is the only one, but nothing more than this.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw the flash of sly light in the eyes of the Holy One again, like the aftertaste of aftertaste after saying harsh words. Weighing, muttering, 【Uncle Emperor, this way... is it okay? 】

Mingci Yue smiled lightly, and after receiving the order, he turned and mounted his horse, "The order continues, we will not return to the camp, we can't take away the food and we don't need it, burn it all, today is the last battle."

...? ?

Ji Zheng didn't expect that he was in an atmosphere group, and he was emotionally overwhelmed. He said that as long as he won the battle, he would not lose the battle. The back road is not cheap for the West Deserters, who actually burned down the entire camp with a single fire.

It's also because he came at an unlucky time, he was obviously here to escort food and grass, but in the end he almost became a drag bottle.

They had no time to load the carts with food and grass, so they had to rush back under the escort. In order to hide their eyes and ears and avoid scattered ambushes in the Western Desert, they took a lot of detours, and their speed was much slower than when they came. I picked some small villages and passed by.

These villages are sparsely populated, and there are many displaced persons, all of whom have been mopped up by the Western Desert tribes, and are now recovering and slowly recovering.Ji Zheng didn't carry anything else with him, except that some food was unloaded in the future that night. Now that the final battle over there is in full swing, he simply went all the way here, distributing food and pacifying the refugees.

It took nearly 20 days to come, and almost a month to return, and on the third day after they left the barracks, the "last battle" ended without any suspense. of.

Except for a small number of those who stayed there to clean the battlefield, they originally belonged to the local station. They arrived in the capital six days earlier.

But he came under the palace wall and failed to enter, and disappeared without a trace for no reason.

This caused Ji Zheng to go back to the Yanfu Hall at noon, after eating, he lay down on the couch with heavy thoughts, squinted his eyes and half fell asleep, and in his dream, the emperor's uncle in the original book raised his sword to seize the throne It was a terrifying scene, but there was a sudden report from outside, saying that the Yuemen and horses had passed through Yueyun Pass, and they were now in the suburbs of Beijing. They were handing over the request to return to the city, and they were busily and happily preparing to enter the city.

With a thunderbolt, Ji Zheng jumped up from the bed, "So fast, did you win?" The surprise and joy in his eyes were not hidden, the kind of childishness that only children have, who is carnival and overwhelmed when unwrapping presents subconsciously. Show it.

Indeed, this book is considered good news, and the attendant probably wanted to ask for some reward, so he hinted happily, "Who says it's not, the prince ran to the capital without saying a word, and he ran very fast. When the report came, the lords and lords in half the city were startled by him, you said that this is hidden, no one knows, it looks like you are preparing a surprise for someone."

Unexpectedly, this sentence seemed to have touched the emperor's bad luck all at once. Before he could sit still, he jumped up again, but this time he was furious, "Fart, you say who led the soldiers to the capital, who you said hid?" Keep it secret, fart!"

The attendant was so frightened that he slapped his mouth again and again, knelt and stepped aside.

Ji Zheng didn't have time to deal with him, a bright yellow coat was about to be taken out, a gloomy sense of uneasiness crept from the bottom of his heart, it was the kind of subconscious fear, empty, but as if being trapped Hanging in the air for a long time, the moment he landed, he was panicked and lost, unreal.

It's fine when you're home, it's fine when you're triumphant, there's nothing to worry about.

According to the rules of Dayan, if the soldiers who are abroad want to return to the capital without being summoned, there are three steps. They must have a military report first, detailing the situation on the battlefield or border guards. The military report must arrive at the capital at least five days later. , which is the second request to return to the city written by the commander in chief of the army. After the reply from the Holy Majesty, the commander can lead a small group of troops, cross the Yueyun pass, arrive at the suburbs of Beijing, and arrive at the gate of the capital to hand over to the emperor. After the approval, the city guards opened the city gate to welcome them back.

If the sage does not give a reply within a day, everyone will have to wait outside the pass, and even if they are triumphant, they are not allowed to approach the capital half a step.

Naturally, Ji Zheng didn't know much about these red tapes, he just subconsciously felt that such good things came too smoothly and too soon.

But after the worry is over, the bitterness of being reunited with the one I love and spending the rest of my life together surges up again.Ji Zheng ran out barefoot, and was stopped by the maids before going out. He simply collected himself, took out the brocade robe with dark red and black edges from the bottom of the closet, carefully looked at it in the mirror. Got my hair done.

This is the one presented on the day Ming Ci Yue left the city. It is simple and has a pair of dragons and phoenixes entwining each other.Uncle Huang said that wearing dragon robes and wedding dresses is his choice, and being a monarch and minister or being a lover can be a way to get along.

The red dress is the gown for a big wedding day, and it is the color to be worn when there is a happy event, but he has been shelving it at the bottom to catch the ashes, as if it will never be used.

Lang Ren came back on horseback leaning on the leaning bridge, and he wanted to give him the grandest move of red sleeves all over the building.He wants the general he loves to be famous forever, and live a hundred years without any worries.

Ji Zheng rode in a carriage, kept silent, bumped and bumped towards the edge of the city wall, but soon the road became impassable, and people from thousands of households rushed out of their homes spontaneously, blocking the streets and alleys. Zheng didn't want to mobilize the crowd, so he had to be surrounded by the crowd all the way and pushed to the foot of the wall. When he actually climbed the wall and looked at the whole city, he was shocked to realize the strangeness of the matter.

The restless plain gray people in the middle are the people, while the black ones who surround and surround the capital quietly on both sides are the nearly ten thousand imperial guards guarding the capital. The lingering cloud.It was like this on the ground, and it was precisely because of the clouds in the sky that the unusually hot afternoon sun was taken away.

The general who defended the city went up to the city wall with a smile on his face, and accompanied him, "The Holy Majesty came here in person. He really loved His Royal Highness King Jing. The return order you approved has just been handed over to the city guard. Don't worry. The guards are ready to open the city gate to welcome the general back to the capital with honor."

"The order to return to the city?" Ji Zheng frowned, "I don't know when it happened."

He didn't look up, his eyes still fell on the people in the city.

The face of the veteran guarding the city was a little uneasy, "Return to the city order, first get the victory letter, and then approve the return to the city order. If you don't approve, how can His Royal Highness King Jing bring troops into the customs and return to the capital? Then our What is your handbook that arrived?"

"...The military letter of victory?" Is there such a thing?

At this time, Ji Zheng's gaze suddenly caught on to what was in the arms of the commoner who rushed to the front and was closest to the city gate.Those people were wearing bamboo hats, and their hands were vaguely handed over. Under the earthy gray linen clothes, the bright yellow and reflective brocade cloth feet were clearly a dragon robe.

A dragon robe!

Among the tens of thousands of restless people, they were extremely quiet, silent, waiting for the opening of the city gate.

One of them slowly raised his head as if he had received an induction, squinted his eyes against the light, and found Ji Zheng's position, took off his bamboo hat, stared at him, and smiled.

"Gu Congyun."

The mottled scars on that face are like the skin of creatures crawling out from the magma in the ground, and they are like painted totems of trickery.

Ji Zheng's brain couldn't react to this face at all, and he couldn't connect it with the former Beijing Wu'an Hou's family, the proud third young master Gu, but subconsciously called out the name.

too familiar.In the past, apart from Ming Ciyue, it was this man who accompanied him.

Amidst the boiling crowd at the foot of the city, Gu Congyun seemed to have heard his call, nodded, turned and left the crowd, climbed the stairs step by step, and came towards the city wall.

What is he going to do?What did he do?

Ji Zheng's eyes quickly wandered back and forth between the inside and outside of the city.

If there is really such a thing as a military letter of victory, and he arrived in Beijing one step ahead, but disappeared, it must have fallen into Gu Congyun's hands.

If the common people were encouraged to welcome the commander back to the capital, and the imperial army was arranged to arrest the rebels, then they must have received the news of the triumphant day.

If Ming Ciyue appeared outside the city gate at this moment, and the people below shouted His Royal Highness King Jing a thousand years old, the commander-in-chief thousand years old, someone would take advantage of the chaos and throw away the dragon robe...

No, that's not how the scene of the protagonist seizing the throne in the book is played out. Right now, the surrounding guards are besieged, and it's time to wait and see.

"Holy."

Ji Zheng's pupils contracted, and he turned his head abruptly, half of his shirt was soaked in cold sweat.

Gu Congyun's face was hidden under the veil again, "Why are you wearing red clothes today? Your skin is white, and you look beautiful from a distance." He squinted slightly, and took another half step closer, admiring: "This is the place on the ground. It is also embroidered with the pattern of dragon and phoenix showing auspiciousness, it is really a good occasion for festive and auspicious."

"It's a pity that I can't wear red anymore." He said with a little regret, a pair of burnt hands stretched out from under the sleeves, rubbed them narrowly in the sunlight, and then sank into the depths of the cloth.

"It doesn't matter, why don't you change the etiquette of the emperor's court dress to red, it looks good."

Ji Zheng didn't respond, because a mass of soldiers and horses had already appeared on the skyline outside the city, and the horseshoes rushed towards the city gate briskly and swiftly.

The general guarding the city watched for a while, with a smile on his face, and shouted downwards, "The commander-in-chief returns to Beijing, quickly open the city gate!"

With the sound of a few low-pitched drums, the city gate was pulled up creakingly, the crowd burst into cheers, and the imperial army immediately suppressed it, gray and black mixed together.

"Wear red from now on, every day, every night." Gu Congyun said softly, "Show me."

"Wait!" Ji Zheng grabbed the veteran's collar violently, "Close the city gate quickly, and don't open it without my order!"

The veteran panicked for a moment, shaking his lips, but he heard the young emperor in red and jade shouted loudly, "All the guards and soldiers of the city obey the order, go up to the beacon tower on the city wall, and draw your bows to aim!"

The author has something to say: a serious statement, the sentences in this chapter [dongkouyang. The spring is shallow and deep, one upside down and one can't sleep] are excerpted from an ancient poem. The author, Qingshui Chunqing, is a small writer.

Late wishes Happy Chinese New Year, everything goes well in the new year, there is no lack of love in life, and all retweets will win the prize! ! !Finally, after finishing this chapter, I dare to come to greet everyone and wipe away my tears... T^T