I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

Ji Zheng vaguely felt that something was wrong. After finishing his business and leaving the teahouse in Nan'an Lane, he turned around and went back to his home in Xigu Lane. It was a small courtyard with two entrances and two exits that he rented. Secluded and quiet.

Along the way, he always felt that his back was cold and the wind was blowing.He has been in the same room with the hidden guards in the palace for too long, and this feeling is too familiar. If he wants to go to the south of the Yangtze River and rush towards him, there is no reason for the current ruler not to send someone to follow him in advance to find out about him. address and whereabouts.

He is still the only royal blood alive, and if he does not become a thing in the palm of his hand, a bird in a prison, his throne will not be secure for a day.

Ji Zheng knew this well. When he came to the door of his house, he turned his footsteps and stepped into the courtyard of the next door.

"Sister, I can't live with this room any longer. You can keep the oats and return the rent." He whispered in Wuzhou dialect as he walked in.

He originally wanted to rent this house for a whole year, and the bet he paid was by no means a small sum.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Zheng listened to a conversation in Wu dialect that he could not understand coming from the main room.A man's figure pushed several boxes of snow, silver and silver stacked up in front of him.Before he could stop him, the hostess laughed wrinkledly and brought the servants to carry the money down like a mad rush.

The woman spotted him first, smiled and waved.

The man turned his head, it was Yuan Ming.He stared carefully at the young man who was as tall as him outside, frowning and narrowing his eyes in a daze for a very slow and long time, and then tentatively blurted out: "Holy..."

The young man shot a sharp glance, even though his body was stretched and his eyebrows stretched, his expression was still arrogant and irritable, no different from the little saint when the court angrily kicked the servant.

Yuan Ming suddenly changed his words and nodded affirmatively: "Brother Leftover, my young master."

Ji Zheng got straight to the point and changed her mind: "Grandma, I won't rent the house anymore. Give me back the rent and bet."

The woman laughed angrily and said, "Your uncle has paid you rent for ten years, so you have to refund it."

Before Yuan Ming had time to defend himself, the woman came up again and drove the two of them together, winking and said: "Don't be angry with the family, your uncle comes back to stay with you for a while, and you can just do business in Wuzhou safely." .”

Yuan Ming laughed angrily: "It's been said that I'm just a servant, and my family's... the palace's father is his uncle."

Ji Zheng didn't pay any attention to it, and didn't look at Yuan Ming with a blank face, but insisted on retiring the rent, at least the ten-year rent must be refunded.At the end of the arguing, he couldn't bear to say: "The roof of the West Wing will catch the cool breeze, there must be a lot of loopholes, now it is almost the rainy season, how can we live when it leaks?"

Hearing this, the woman suddenly became very anxious, and insisted on dragging Ji Zheng and Yuan Ming to the house for inspection.

Ji Zheng couldn't argue, and she dragged her to the gate of her courtyard. No one came to welcome her. The gate was blown open by the wind, and she could see the innermost part of the main hall at a glance. The man supported his head with his hands, and his thin lips were pursed A line, sitting on the Eight Immortals chair directly outside the door, half asleep and half awake.

In the afternoon, the hot wind shattered the pear blossoms and rolled them back into the courtyard. Before that, Ji Zheng had never noticed that there were flowers in his yard.

The flowers are good, but the color is not auspicious, the pear blossoms, like the conspicuous strips of cloth on Ming Ciyue's eyes, are pale and annoying.

The man obviously didn't notice the arrival of the people outside the house, he was still calm, a little sickly calm.

This made Ji Zheng suddenly think that the first time he saw Ming Ciyue, seeing that piece of uncut jade with hidden fronts, he thought that giving him fire, giving him the throne, letting him temper, and letting him rule the world would make Ming Ci more majestic Let go, the brilliance is compelling.

It's only been three years of courtship, and now when Ji Zheng looks at him again, he is still gentle and peaceful, but he suddenly thinks of the pebbles on the coast and the curly-edged sword.

For the first time, he clearly realized the existence of time in the emperor's uncle. How much older is Mingci, seven years old?How much is it now, 29?Or it has come to the year of standing.

It dawned on him that Ming Ci Yue would grow old, and so did he.

Thousands of thoughts raced through his mind, Ji Zheng just had one thought now, he really wanted to go up and grab the rag, and see if Mingci Yue was really stupid enough to hurt his own eyes.

"This is...?" The woman asked him in a low voice, apparently losing her aggressiveness just now.

My Highness, or my lover?

No matter how you call him, Ji Zheng can only respond, "Well, my uncle."

The man seemed startled by the sound of the conversation, and suddenly raised his head to follow the sound, then immediately calmed down and stood up to greet him.

The woman went up with a smile, and it was another obscure Wuzhou dialect. Yuan Ming lowered his head to report something to him, and subconsciously used Wuzhou dialect.

It was only after Ji Zheng was excluded that he realized that Wuzhou was the hometown of Ming Ciyue, and it was once the place under the rule of the Ming Dynasty.

Here, he is the only one who is a foreigner.

"Sorry, let's talk in official language." Ming Ci Yue smiled gently, without the slightest airs of being king or emperor.

The woman glanced at Ji Zheng, and after realizing it, she wondered, "Young master, don't you understand Wuzhou dialect?"

"He was born and raised in the capital, and I don't have much time to take him with him." Ming Ci Yue paused, "He is not familiar with Wuzhou, so I will bother you to help him in the future."

The woman nodded, thoughtfully: "Are you married?"

Ji Zheng lowered her head and said nothing.

For the first time, the man used the posture of an elder to pull him in front of him, squeezed his shoulder, and said with a low voice, "It's done. My child was born early. First get married and then start a career."

As soon as Ji Zheng leaned back, he could rub against his unmarked chin, stabbing it, which made Ji Zheng suddenly realize that in the past three years since he left Mingciyue, he has really grown a lot, a lot.If there were no accidents, he could have stared at Ming Ciyue's eyes by slightly raising his head, and could have easily kissed him without tiptoeing.

if nothing unexpected happened.

The woman laughed again, with a charming smile, "I asked you, but I didn't ask him."

Mingyu paused.

Ji Zheng was the first to answer for him, with strong hostility, "It's done, it's done, don't worry about it."

Ming Ciyue just laughed, lowered his head and smiled at him with a spring breeze.

The woman saw it in her eyes, and her heart was full of doubts. This is not an uncle and nephew who haven't been together for a long time. This is clearly a pair of people who depend on each other, a family.It's all because that smile is too gentle and pampering.

Why is it that the eyes of a blind man covered with a cloth are full of love, only to make everyone else dumb without opening their mouths and die of drunkenness.

"I heard from the young master that his parents left early, and it's pitiful..." The woman took another look and sighed softly, "The eldest aunt is like a mother, so let the room take care of her more, and the education cannot be separated from the mother."

She paused, and then added, "One is not enough, so I'll find a few more, and it's also for the good of your young master."

The more she talked, the young man's face became darker, and he stiffly squeezed out a few words: "One is enough."

The woman frowned: "Why, doesn't your aunt treat you well?"

"good very good."

"That is……"

The woman suddenly teased again, "Why, most of them are reluctant to part with your uncle after they have a family. You can't rely on him for a lifetime."

Ji Zheng's face was so pale that he couldn't speak a word, Yuan Ming suppressed a smile and said that he would take her to pick up the remaining taels of silver, and then he left with a face like a spring breeze.

As soon as the two of them left, Ji Zheng quickly went up to close the door, Ming Ciyue's voice came from behind, and he also laughed, "My nephew, are you still satisfied with your aunt?"

Ji Zheng bit her lip and lowered her head, and with a bang, the door was closed, the sunlight and wind outside disappeared, and the room became dim and silent for an instant, but Ming Ciyue might not be able to feel it there.

The atmosphere between the two fell silent again, seeing that Ming Ciyue had returned to that humble and alienated state.

What happened to the eyes, what happened to the eyes?Obviously there is no need to do this if they don't meet each other, and Li Ying is just talking nonsense and making up nonsense, obviously there is nothing like this in the story...

His heart was overwhelmed, and his stomach was cramping. His whole body was shaking slightly in place. He finally opened his mouth, but he wanted to escape again. He said so plainly, so cowardly, "Uncle is here to see? Why?" Don't say it sooner."

"Well, I didn't expect to run into each other on the way this time." Ming Ci replied seriously, "Next time, next time, let the Holy Majesty know in advance."

Ji Zheng walked over calmly, tripping over a flowerpot with a splash.

next time?When is the next time, once he is brought back to Beijing, there will be no next time.

"What are you doing renting this broken yard with so much money, and renting it for ten years..." He held his breath when he thought of this, and smacked his lips. "Ten years' rent is probably more expensive than buying three or five rooms in this yard."

"It's nothing, it's much cheaper than here in Jianxing Palace." Mingci smiled more and more, and then murmured, "Ten years, ten years..."

"Maybe Sheng will go back after ten years. Whether it's ten years or twenty years, there is always something to look forward to. I'm afraid that if I buy this yard, I won't have to wait."

"Is uncle thirsty?" Ji Zheng interrupted in a panic, "I'll pour you some tea."

Unexpectedly, he got up one step ahead of Mingci Yue, "It's the minister who should pour himself out to the Holy Spirit."

The teapot and teacup were clearly on the Eight Immortals table next to Ming Ciyue, but Ji Zheng saw him get up and fumble, push away the screen and go to the inner room. This is probably not only the loss of eyesight, but also the lack of sense of internal force of martial arts practitioners. Disappeared under the reaction.

His heart suddenly turned cold, he stopped a step late, and watched him enter the inner room, "Don't..."

The screen Huo Kai seemed to have completely exposed his past three years to the broad daylight.

As an emperor, he left the court, what did Xiaoyao do in the mountains and rivers?Passing through Xijiang, he saw Zhang Hao’s wolf skin from a herdsman, and then went to Beishan, where he fell in love with a golden brown horsewhip. The moment he swung it, he split the sky, and then turned to South Vietnam. Found a silver scimitar...

Ming Ciyue's birthday celebration on 27th, the congratulations on his enthronement, the congratulations on his 28th birthday, the congratulations on the expansion of the territory to the west...every time the money bag moved before the brain could react.

He also secretly selected the best silk and satin fabric, dyed it bright yellow, and couldn't ask someone to embroider the dragon totem, so he thought about embroidery by himself. Under the kerosene lamp at night, he embroidered a few twisted little insects and snakes.

He looked at all the mountains and rivers, carefree and unrestrained, he was a wandering cloud who was hung with a kite string, and he was constantly involved with that piece of land ever since.

Right now Ji Zheng seems to be publicly executed. Ming Ciyue stays in this treasure house and gift house built by himself, surrounded by packages. On the wall behind him are several animal skin cloaks with wide shoulders and narrow waist. There is a machete.As long as he stretches out his hand casually, he can expose Ji Zheng and the decency and tranquility he forcibly put on.

However, the more the Ming Ci is, the more raw it is, but it is still invisible, so Ji Zheng can't stop him from defending.

"Just stand there and don't move. The water is too hot. It's just boiled. Your eyes..." Ji Zheng couldn't go on talking about this, so he just walked over silently and took tea leaves from the damp paper bag. Son, move slowly.

"I heard that you were not enthroned, but you pretended to enshrine me in a golden coffin, why?" he asked.

"The imperial court needs the Holy Master, and the common people in the world need the Holy Master."

"Tell the truth."

The man was silent for a while, "The imperial palace is still your home. If I ascend the throne, the Holy Majesty will not even be able to return home."

He said softly to himself, "I need it too."

Ji Zheng didn't look back, and continued to make his tea, "If I insist on not returning."

He couldn't wait for a long time for a reply, so he smiled self-deprecatingly, citing Yue Yue's character, since it was a sure thing to catch someone, it would give him this option.

"It doesn't matter if you don't return or not, the courtyard of these ten years is also your home." The man hoarse.

"I won't bother you...but at least let me know that there is still a place in this world where I can find you."

Boiled water overflowed from the rim of the cup, and the distraught young man jumped suddenly, Ming Ci Yue's face tightened, subconsciously raised his head and was about to go up quickly, but frowned and slowly withdrew his hand, standing on the spot.

Ji Zheng didn't notice his movements behind him, so he just withdrew his hand, put the red splattered fingertips to his lips, and cursed himself for being blind, and also for being blind.

Not long after, Yuan Ming came back, and the little doctor followed suit.Ji Zheng didn't intend to keep anyone, so she got up and pretended to see off the guests.In the past three years, he has lived like a fish in water, with ease, and it has been a long time since he has experienced such a chaotic and embarrassing day.

If he wanted to send it off, he would not keep it if he made a clear resignation.

Ji Zheng watched him hold the door frame, lifted his robe and raised his legs to step out of the threshold, couldn't hold back, and asked Yuan Ming casually, "Your Highness is busy in Jiangnan this time... Can you arrange a place to stay?"

Yuan Ming rubbed the back of his head, "Where can you live with an identity like your Highness? I don't feel at ease staying in an ordinary courtyard inn, for fear of being exposed, so I can only go to his own Ming family's ancestral house..."

The ancestral home of the Ming family?

The Ming Mansion probably still maintains the appearance of the house that was ransacked that year. Even if the seal is lifted after being wronged, it will still be fragmented and overgrown with weeds.

On the day when the house was raided, Ming Ciyue fought in the frontier and never returned, but now this extremely human minister, if he goes back, what can he see? His family's bones have turned white, and the rotten grass has turned into fireflies.

Ji Zheng didn't answer when she heard the words, she just closed the door silently, leaned on the door and thought for a while.

Finally made up his mind, he clenched his fist and rushed out to chase him back, "Hey——wait a minute."

As soon as the door was opened, Yuan Ming leaned against the door frame, waiting for him with a smile.Ming Ciyue stood in the courtyard, admiring the flowers blindly, his long hair was dyed completely.

He looked at the white at the other end, thinking in a daze, it was terrible, sooner or later he would cut down the pear tree by its roots.

Ji Zheng promised to let the few of them stay together with his entourage, but there was one condition. Mingci Yue lived in the main hall, and he went to live in the wing room. Whether it was entertaining the emperor or the prince, there was no reason for people to live in a side room.

Of course, there is no reason to live in one house.

On the eve of Qingming, it is night, and the pear blossoms and spring rain all night.

It was the first time for Ji Zheng to live in this west wing room, and she didn't recognize the bed. Wrapped in a quilt, listening to the rain hitting the window, she fell asleep quickly, but not long after, the east wind came with dew.

First tick, tick, tiny drops of water.Ji Zheng was in a daze, turned over and groaned a few times.

Not long after, the drops of water turned into waterlines, pattering and splashing on the side of his bed, hitting the edge of the pillow.

It was wet and cold, he opened his mouth slightly, and stretched out the tip of his tongue to pick it up, it was salty and astringent, oh, the roof is leaking.

Fortunately, the integrity is not missing.

He was extremely sleepy, too lazy to take care of himself, and lived a meager life, like a snake frozen in spring, slender, curled up and unconscious in the rain.

After only a moment, the rain stopped.The stop was so sudden that Ji Zheng couldn't help squinting to look at the roof.

But he couldn't see the roof, and an oil-paper umbrella as light as black wings was propped above his head.

The man stood silently beside the bed, holding an umbrella, staring at him blindly.

Ji Zheng didn't want to wake up, she was silent for a moment, put her hands on her knees, and curled up under the umbrella.

So the man squatted down and hid both of them under the small oiled paper umbrella.

"Go to sleep."

The author has something to say: Uncle Huang (laughs): My nephew, are you still satisfied with your aunt?

Xiao Sheng on (mass): I will be my aunt, I will kill myself T_T

No more knives, it's all sugar, ending~