I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer, followed by Ji Zheng heard the "squeak" of the door rubbing against each other. After closing his eyes, his dark field of vision was covered by the light outside, and it seemed to become brighter again.

His heart suddenly tugged, and he held his breath to listen to the movement at the door.

The footsteps reached the door and did not continue.The person who came seemed to have stopped at the door. Under the projection of the outside light, the figure of that person only cast a long shadow on the floor of the room. He never approached or moved away, and there was no movement for a long time.

That vague gaze seemed to lick and lick him from head to toe.Ji Zheng had no choice but to maintain the posture of lying on the couch, and continued to wait for the people outside the room to leave.

However, the person who came didn't seem to intend to let him go. In the silence, the person finally moved. It was the sound of approaching the house.

The footsteps were steady and fast, and they reached the side of his wooden couch in a blink of an eye.

He didn't dare to open his eyes, but with a little bit of light, he felt a vaguely dark shadow half-kneeling down, falling to the same height as him.

Ji Zheng maintained a well-designed lifelike death appearance, motionless, and did not respond to this person's approach.

The black silk was scattered without a crown, and the gold-threaded sleeve gown embroidered with auspicious clouds and dragons fell to the ground in a long way, and the gold-plated boots were hanging lightly on the edge of the couch, with his head crookedly resting on the edge of the couch One hand rests on the front of the abdomen, and the other hangs powerlessly in the air, half-opened in a vain manner.Even the small porcelain face lined in the animal fur collar was pale.

The acting is lifelike.

Ji Zheng suddenly felt a touch on the tip of his nose, and he held his breath for an instant.

The fingertips didn't dare to approach, they were cautious and alienated, they got closer several times, and confirmed countless times that there was no air flow there.

The fingers were too far away, and they accidentally touched some of the lips, touching countless tiny hairs on the lips.It's so cold, the man's fingertips are full of heavy frost from the outside world.

When you close your eyes, every touch feels infinitely magnified, it is an indescribable itching, biting and biting, the more you bear it, the more difficult it is, even the forehead is beating uncontrollably.

Finally, the life-threatening hand slowly left.

But in the next second, the hand stopped in mid-air as if to explore, the tip of the nose and the neck...then down was the chest!

Ji Zheng was startled.

He had held his breath for too long, the harder he tried to suppress his breathing, the faster his heart beat, the sound hit his eardrum one after another, and seemed to echo back and forth in this empty and silent room.

The emperor's robes at the end of autumn are thick enough, and the layers are repeated repeatedly, which isolates most of the body temperature and locks a small part of the heartbeat.

But if you can't get the desired result, what will that person do?

Right now, the emperor's clothes are half open at all, as long as the laces and cloak are removed, the thin neck and delicate collarbone will be fully exposed to the man's sight.

The bright yellow jacket made of silk from the south of the Yangtze River is comfortable and...frivolous.

The noble body raised by the emperor gathered all the money from all over the country, with thin skin, how could it withstand the malicious movements of that hand.

It seemed that there was a blunt knife hanging around Ji Zheng's neck, grinding it inch by inch, trying to scare him to death.

Humans are swords, I am fish.

The more he thought about it, the more nervous he became, Ji Zheng's throat tightened.He couldn't see that the veins on the side of his neck were slowly bulging, and the blush behind his ears was hidden under the messy black hair.

But after waiting for a while, the expected weight did not appear on the left chest.

Instead, his wrist suddenly touched the cold air.

He heard a muffled "Forgive me for your offense." The hand wrapped around him weakly, soft and firm, with a hint of inescapability.

Ji Zheng could clearly feel the outline of the entire hand, every thin callus, the power contained in every inch of knuckles, and the frosty cold outside.

But his attention is not here.How could that sound of "Excuse me for offending" be so familiar, like spring water stirring a stone, and a long sword drawn out of its sheath.This is clearly the world's praise of Lang Yan's uniqueness, the world's unparalleled Ming Ci Yue.

Ji Zheng was stunned, and even her toes became tense under the cloth boots.

The poison he spit out just now still landed beside the pillow, not yet completely dry.

He could imagine that someone would seek revenge for the "destroyed" Ming Ci Yue, but he couldn't imagine that Ming Ci Yue would personally come to make up for it.

Those hands can raise the whip to fight for the country, hold the sword to guard the emperor through the night, and change his clothes and belts for him, but for Ming Ciyue, killing the king and taking revenge is probably... probably a little difficult.

Ji Zheng: Don't ask, you will regret it if you ask.

"Chirp."

The blood in the whole body froze instantly.

Due to pretending to be dead, he couldn't cover the bird's beak with his hands again, so he had to let the man look for the sound and open his sleeves little by little.

His palm was empty, and the bird was picked up in the air, and when he came back after a while, he was obedient and quiet, standing still with his fingertips to comb the feathers.And his palm was heavy, and something else was stuffed into it.

Without even thinking about it, Ji Zheng tensed her muscles desperately, letting the little thing roll aside naturally.

But as soon as it rolled down, someone picked it up and stuffed it back.

Rolling down and stuffing back again, Mingci became more and more patient, and even helped him close his fingers, and put the hand back under the wide sleeve robe intimately.

Round, moist, and cold.

Could it be... Ye Mingzhu?

Ji Zheng's expression loosened for a moment, and there was a trace of dumbfounding.

He casually mentioned a luminous pearl, Ming Ci Yue would really look for a luminous pearl, the size of the luminous pearl he found was the same as the size he found, no difference at all.

Ming Ciyue is such a person, almost obstinately adhering to the rules of etiquette and righteousness of the monarch and his ministers. In the turbulent waves of the imperial court and officialdom, he is like a pebble, gentle and without edges.

I don't know where the bottom line of such a person is, and what kind of stimulation they will have to rebel and seize the throne.

The world's evaluation of him is true.

This is the real clear speech.

Ji Zheng breathed a sigh of relief for the time being, and secretly clutched the Ye Mingzhu given to him by Mingci Yue under his sleeve, pretending to be dead just to be on the safe side.

"Holy?"

"..."

"My lord, please forgive me for presumptuousness."

"..."

Ji Zheng heard a deep sigh.After a while, someone helped him lift up the boots hanging from the side of the couch, and neatly put them back on the couch, and folded his limp arms that had fallen in mid-air flatly in front of his abdomen.

Help him lift his upper body lightly, straighten his hair, then support his shoulders again, and slowly put it down.

Ji Zheng was no longer on guard, but Ren Mingci was at his mercy.He suddenly felt that the opponent's movements seemed to freeze, and then there was a gust of wind from the back of his head.

The next moment, without warning, his head came into intimate contact with the cold jade couch in the Imperial Hospital.

Ji Zheng;...

"Damn my humble servant!" The voice was both stunned and self-reproached.

Ji Zheng was in so much pain that he could hardly control his facial expression, he clenched his teeth, and the syllables almost escaped from the depths of his throat.

He waited for Ming Ciyue to return his pillow, waited for a long time, glanced sideways at Ming Ci Yue through the gap, was silent for a moment, his face was heavy, he got up, took a few steps back, opened the distance, landed on his knees with a bang, and half knelt down , There is a state of never crossing the line half a step.

Ji Zheng: ... I suspect that the emperor's uncle is taking revenge on me, but I have no evidence.

The emperor's lower back was seriously injured a few days ago, and he had been lying down for a long time, how could he bear the hard and cold jade bed under him.

Ji Zheng half-closed his eyes, and faintly saw that the man was about to get up.

"Forgive me for presumptuousness."

Ji Zheng secretly hoped that the gentle and courteous Mingci would be more understanding, so she came to hug him and change to a softer place.

A thick cloak that was still warm covered him, covering him from feet to shoulders, wrapping him tightly.

Ji Zheng: ... When will Uncle Emperor understand my heart?

But Ming Ciyue just stood aside, a little lost in thought.

Today he just went out of the palace to inquire around the capital, and after searching all over the capital, he found a dark green luminous pearl that met the requirements of the Holy One. When he came back, he suddenly heard that his subordinate was injured and sent to the imperial hospital, and he didn't even have time to change his clothes. He went straight to Tai Hospital.

But the only one who greeted him was a little emperor who was lying flat in the dead silence, unresponsive.

Ming Ci Yue stared at the soft pillow in his hand that he had just pulled out with sharp eyesight and quick hands. Dirty unknown liquid was vaguely sprinkled on it, accompanied by dots of red residue.

Looking at it, there are also a little water stains scattered on the ground, all over the place, which is exactly the same color as the bottom of the tea in the overturned teacup on the table.

Mingci frowned more, looked back at the emperor, his eyes gradually darkened.

Ji Zheng's back was weak, and he couldn't lie down anymore. As soon as he got up...his body was numb after lying down for a long time. He was about to call out, but the wooden door was pulled open again. There was a long "squeak".

I don't know if the person who came this time was an enemy or a friend, but the footsteps outside the door approached a little bit, and when the fingernails traced a long and piercing sound along the table, there was a rustle from the side, and Mingci got up .

Ji Zheng only felt that the light in front of his eyes dimmed, and a black shadow floated up, isolating him from outsiders, and then there was the buzzing sound of the sword half unsheathed.

It was Ming Ci Yue who held the hilt of the sword and stood in front of his bed.

"What are you doing here?"

The tone was lazy and casual: "Take the anti-fetal medicine."

The author has something to say:

Ji Zheng (looking at the sky): ... When will Uncle Emperor understand my heart.

Scumbag author: Wait, wait for Uncle Huang to top up a VIP to activate the next function.