I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

All the weight of the man was on Ji Zheng's left shoulder and chest.

Mingci Yue is a martial artist who looks thin, but in fact he is not light. Ji Zheng is a little uncomfortable being pressed by him, and his breathing is not smooth, but after thinking about it, Mingci Yue is so weak because of his self-harm attack. The guilt was even worse, and he didn't dare to move, for fear of accidentally touching this person's wound.

For a while, let's be a wise man who loves talents and scholars, he thought.

"It's all hurt like this, will I give you the golden bone bone paste used by the emperor in the palace?" Ji Zheng asked tentatively.

"Don't." Ming Ci became weaker.

This reply did not follow the etiquette very much, but it was more solid.

The hot air went to his pinna again, and it was itchy.

This touch is like his earballs being wrapped in warmth in every dream.

Ji Zheng's body stiffened again for a moment, and just as he was about to turn his head away from the breath, Ming Ciyue just said, "I don't care if the sage doesn't want to see this minister's incomplete body" resurfaced in his mind, humble, Poor.

He clenched his teeth violently and twisted his head back inch by inch.

My own uncle, what else can I do, bear with it!

Mingci glanced over from the corner of his eye, and found that the emperor's face was wrinkled into a ball, and his face was filled with grievance and helplessness. When he met the emperor's eyes, he immediately retracted his gaze, and buried his head deeper and deeper in the emperor's shoulder socket. They buried it together with the irresistible curvature of the corner of the mouth.

With this burial, the entire back of the slender neck was exposed to Ji Zheng's eyes.

Indecent disregard!But this is not what he wanted to see on purpose...

Ji Zheng's eyes drifted unconsciously into the collar of the nape of his neck, and unsuspectingly touched most of the back, with smooth texture lines and a slightly pale complexion.

He suddenly understood what "incomplete body" meant.

On the entire back, horrific scars twisted and twisted like snakes, spreading all over the place, almost forming a strange and strange pattern.There are quite a few scars that hit directly under the left rib, which are dangerous and frightening.

Ji Zheng swallowed silently, lowered her eyes, and put her hand on Ming Ciyue's back more carefully.

A slightly offensive doubt flashed in his mind, but it's okay to be injured like this, why a dislocation...

He pretended to be joking and asked: "The emperor's uncle is highly skilled in martial arts, and his physical strength is extraordinary. If a dislocation can be easily connected, he can draw his sword in the next second?"

Ming Ci Yue: "What the Holy Majesty is talking about is the legendary script, not the minister."

Ji Zheng: "..."

"Then I will pass on the imperial doctor to you?"

"No need."

"Then I will add guards for you?"

"No need."

Ji Zheng gritted her teeth, and made a last move: "Then don't live outside, and move back to the palace?"

"Hmm..." Just when he thought that he had to agree with Ming Ci, he only heard one more sentence, "No."

"No?" Ji Zheng was slightly stunned, "Why not? I thought you always wanted to go back to the palace to accompany you..."

"The subject is only a guard, and can only protect the Holy Majesty. Now that he is disabled, what can he do when he enters the palace..."

Ming Ciyue's voice was flat and calm, but every sentence followed Ji Zheng's ear and pierced straight into his heart.

Ji Zheng: ...

Why do you have such low self-esteem? Uncle Huang is mentally ill...

He has only been here for a long time, and in the book, he is capable of both civil and military skills, with amazing talent and stunning talent. He has already tormented the protagonist, who is unparalleled in the country, in self-denial, physically and mentally crippled...

Ji Zheng suddenly remembered the last few days of his previous life, unable to move, feeling gloomy, and receiving psychological treatment while lying on the bed... He suddenly tightened his grip on the warm and firm body of the man in his arms.

No, Uncle Huang won't do that.With him around, Uncle Huang wouldn't be like that.

"Uncle Huang, don't say any more." Ji Zheng said in a hoarse voice, "Even if Uncle Huang doesn't recover well enough to be my bodyguard, he can still be a confidant advisor, a warrior of the country, a minister of state supervision, and..." Regent king.

"Really?" The man whispered two words for a while.

"No jokes."

Mingci Yue seemed to be slightly lifted up, straightened his upper body, and took the half-broken sharp object on the ground, "Do you know what this is?"

"Arrow? Gun?" Ji Zheng wasn't sure.

"It's a flying fire. The tip is not sharp enough. It's clumsy and inconvenient. It's because it's not used for melee combat. It carries a fire and medicine ball underneath, which can be used as a long-range ignition."

"Fire.powder. Didn't you want melee combat? You just wanted to set the whole house on fire, the entire palace." Ji Zheng's voice cooled down. A few officials will not be so stupid as to use guns to assassinate me."

"This person must have known my itinerary and followed me here from the palace." He suddenly became a little low, "Fortunately, every time there is an assassination, the emperor's uncle is by his side..." He also involved the emperor's uncle in danger every time. among.

Ming Ci was helpless with his right shoulder, lowered his head to look at the Holy Majesty, and said lightly: "Why isn't it lucky that the Holy Majesty is by his side every time I am assassinated?"

It took Ji Zheng a long while to realize this sentence. He was forced into a cold sweat in the cold winter, and he suddenly thought of it. When the man saw him, he obviously hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to evacuate.

The real target may be the original noble daughter of West Desert, Princess Jing.

"What do you mean by that?"

Ming Ci Yue didn't answer, just said: "This man's arm is also injured, maybe he's in the crowd outside, he can't be rounded up and alarmed, and he can't just let him go, His Majesty wants to go out as if nothing happened..."

Ji Zheng pushed open the door and walked out, Ming Ciyue put his hands behind his back, covered with a thick and heavy cloak, completely concealed his figure, and followed neither far nor close.

Some guests and attendants outside had heard the sound of fighting in the room and gathered over, but because both King Jing and the Holy One were in the room, they didn't dare to rush into the room, so they immediately surrounded them.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness...were you in the room just now?" General Xuan asked aloud.

"It's nothing." Ji Zheng went over and patted his left shoulder, "The princess is from Ximo, she really has a strong temper, she fought desperately in the couch, but luckily the uncle subdued her..."

General Xuan was stunned, this uniform is not the kind of couch uniform he thought.

"...subdued?" General Xuan hesitated, "Then what is the Holy One doing inside?"

Ji Zheng didn't blush, and said lazily, "Of course it's watching the emperor's uncle subdue the emperor's aunt."

There were a few old prime ministers on the spot who couldn't bear it anymore, their old faces were flushed, and they looked at the little emperor with such hateful eyes.One by one, they turned their backs and coughed softly, thinking about benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, letter, gentleness, respectfulness and thrift in their hearts.

And the rough man from the army who just opened the window came over boldly and asked, "Your Majesty, what does the concubine look like? The ministers looked at the window and looked at her back, she was thin and small, she didn't seem to be disobedient on the couch. "

Ji Zheng gouged out his eyes, and slapped him on the shoulder suddenly, his face was flushed, and he couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

Mingci Yue coughed lightly behind him.

Ji Zheng snapped back to her senses, gritted her teeth, and squeezed words out from between her teeth, "The princess looks the most beautiful in the world, her body is strong and strong, and she has the vigor to pull mountains and rivers. She is not the thin and small person you said."

The man was stunned.

The Holy Majesty is a master of poetry and calligraphy, and he can pull mountains and rivers... Could this mother be a woman?

"Is it true that the princess is hoarse and shy, so she doesn't want to go out to meet guests?" The man asked again.

"Well, I testify that the princess is indeed ashamed, ashamed..." Ji Zheng's ears were blushing uncomfortably, and his eyes were dodging and wandering too much.

The audience was silent, all looking up at him, Dayan's ninety-five supreme being, listening to the Holy Majesty finish his words.

But no one knows that the Holy Majesty is the princess who "struggles the mountains and rivers, shy and afraid of life".Except for the person behind him, the silent, passionate gaze behind him.

Ji Zheng changed her words in an instant, "The princess is also so shy to see people because she dislikes the lack of specifications. So when her voice improves, I will reward the emperor's uncle and aunt with a grand state banquet. Inside the gate, it was held on top of the alchemy, with the dawn to heaven, and the clear to fall." He turned his head to look at Ming Ciyue, with a frivolous voice, and asked viciously, "Uncle Emperor, what do you think?"

Ming Ci Yue bowed and saluted without saying a word, not knowing whether to accept or decline.

Everyone dared not answer. This royal wedding and state banquet was actually very similar to the previous "White Crown". In their eyes, it was impossible to reward a prince. They promised to King Jing in public, but King Jing didn't dare to accept it. of.It is nothing more than to provoke and satirize King Jing's ambition to seize the throne.

More and more people heard that the Holy Majesty was also coming to the housewarming banquet, and they gathered and bowed and bowed.

With a straight face, Ji Zheng walked silently along the path that the crowd gave him, put his hand on everyone's left shoulder, patted each one of them, and observed their expressions along the way.

Everyone was terrified and trembling slightly, but it was all a normal fear of imperial power. It was hard to believe that the little emperor who had thrown things violently would step down from the altar, walk into the crowd, and pat everyone on the shoulder.

No one's reaction was out of the ordinary, like... shuddering with excruciating pain.

Ji Zheng was a little anxious when he hadn't found it at the end of the trip, and suddenly saw a high bump in the line, which was very obvious.

It was Gu Shang, Marquis of Wu'an, his eldest son Gu Congtian, and his third son Gu Congyun. Gu Congyun was still wearing the large cloak bestowed by the emperor at this time.

The Marquis of Wu'an also has an imperial token to manage him.

"When you meet the emperor, why don't you kneel?" Ji Zheng frowned.

Marquis Wu'an had no intention of rebelling, so he raised his voice and said "Shang Wan'an", and bowed down with his two sons, "Forgive me for being impolite. Leave the Holy Majesty in Zhengyue Mansion."

Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard the words.

"I won't go." Ji Zheng said coldly without even thinking about it, "Are you the Empress Dowager's Marquis of Wu'an, or my Marquis of Wu'an."

It is one thing to indulge the Empress Dowager behind the scenes, but it is another thing to be kidnapped from King Jing's banquet by Marquis Wu An in public.Doesn't this clearly show that the Emperor's Great Yan Dynasty is already in the hands of an old woman.

Marquis Wu An was not afraid, and smiled, "The subject is naturally the Marquis Wu An of the Great Yan Dynasty." Whoever is in power in the Great Yan Dynasty is his Marquis Wu An.

"I know that the Son of Heaven and King Jing's uncle and nephew are deeply in love, and I want to take advantage of the banquet to talk more about family." Marquis Wu'an rolled his eyes, "It doesn't matter, Marquis Wu'an's mansion is next door, and I have prepared a banquet in the humble house. With the old man as the host, I invite you to accompany King Jing, the son of heaven, to the mansion as guests to celebrate the day of housewarming for King Jing."

Human essence, this is the real human essence, the empress dowager and the emperor are unwilling to offend.

Ji Zheng took a deep look at him, noncommittal, and patted his shoulder tentatively, nothing unusual.

Naturally, everyone was going wherever the Son of Heaven and King Jing were going. There was no objection, they got up bustling together, chattering, and headed for the Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion not far away.

Only Gu Congyun stood outside the crowd in a daze, looking at the emperor, King Jing, who was surrounded by the crowd.

King Jing's body was covered with a luxurious and beautiful black velvet cloak, which was embroidered with beautiful red silk thread branches. The shoulders and necklines fit perfectly with the size of the cloak.

The style of the cloak is very familiar.

Gu Congyun didn't make a sound, just looked at the backs of the two of them silently, watching Jing Wang casually following behind the emperor, but carefully separating the holy majesty from the crowd with his arms.

No one can get close to the Son of Heaven.

As if aware of his gaze, King Jing turned around, frowned and looked at him, stretched his brows and eyes again for a long time, pushed the emperor closer to him provocatively, and turned his head.

It was at that moment that Gu Congyun recognized the familiar cloak.

He slammed the oversized cloak on the ground, turned and left expressionlessly.

The author has something to say: Gu Congyun: Why am I wearing Pinru's clothes! ! ! !

This chapter has a bit of a plot, I know you guys want to watch flutter.dao, maybe maybe maybe maybe maybe maybe the next chapter...in the house of Gu Congyun in the Marquis of Wu'an, doing things at the house of the rival in love hehehe

Regarding the latest update time, if you finish writing early, it will be updated after twelve o'clock in the evening, and if you finish writing late, it will be updated the next morning. Just sauce, Bihart.

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