I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

One end of the white belt was tied to the pair of slender wrists with protruding wrist bones, and the other end passed through the side of the dragon couch with carved patterns.

The hot fingertips were aroused by the cold air, and they bent slightly, and couldn't help digging into the palm of the palm.

Every joint on the back of the hand is pale white from excessive force, winding around the slightly burst blue veins, but the palm of the hand is ripe red, as red as blood, as if Clenched fists can secretly hide that bit of embarrassment.

"Um……"

Crackling——

It was snowing outside the house, or it was raining, which covered up a lot of movement inside the house.

Even though it was late winter and early spring, the temperature outside the house was abnormally high. The water droplets that could not condense into snowflakes slid down the corners of the tall eaves, forming a curtain made of water, mixing with the dust in the air, It turned into ugly mud dots, splashed around, and splashed on the window sill, staining the ocher carvings on the window rail, making it dirty.

Those clean hands opened violently, dripping with sweat, pitiful, slippery palms, and kept grabbing the lace, using the culprit that restrained and oppressed him as a life-saving straw, dragging it to escape desperately , stepped back, and hit the railing all of a sudden.

The railings made of golden nanmu couldn't bear the weight of the impact, and there was a "creak" sound.

Ji Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, and pulled out half of his mind from them.

The exquisitely carved dragon totem on the head of the bed, the dragon's beard flutters, its teeth and claws open, and its expression is solemn.It stared condescendingly at the pair of Bi people on the couch, at the current emperor of the real dragon—the clothes were messed up, the hair crown was loose, and there was no part of his body that was not crying or raining.

It was raining heavily above, and the physical tears dripped down uncontrollably, the whole body was soaked in sweat, and there was still a light patter of rain below, dirty rain.

Ji Zheng seemed to have just been fished out of the water, or, he himself was made of water.

His mind went blank and he couldn't think of anything.

The clean socks that stepped on the ground just now were removed long ago, and they were thrown aside with a frown. So at this moment, those jade feet were standing on tiptoe on the bed, constantly trampling on the brocade quilt beneath him, and the jade toes were also vainly Hook the air.

Lively and fragrant.

Ming Ciyue stared at him neatly, at the Ninth Five Lord in the mud.

The Son of Heaven is most unwilling to look at him at a time like this.

He found that the pleasure brought by serving this person was far greater than that of relieving himself.

Only when he holds it in the palm of his hand can Mingci Yue dare to confirm again and again that this person finally belongs to him and belongs to him.

This kind of chewing and eating slowly, bit by bit, made his oppressed, sensitive and perverted crazy heart extremely satisfied.

Ming Ci Yue wished to draw the scene at this moment with a pen.

This person is not someone else, but the current emperor, this couch is not another couch, but the dragon couch of Yanfu Palace.

"Why are you crying..." He tapped the tears at the corners of the red eyes with his fingertips, greedily swallowed every tear, and stretched it back, slowly stroking and moisturizing his chapped lips.

"Why are you crying?" Now his voice was also heavily damp.

The emperor didn't open his eyes, he couldn't see his expression that was different from usual at this moment, and he couldn't see that he was smiling.

"Don't cry..." While talking, he bent down and kissed the tears, drop by drop, "Don't cry."

"Your Majesty, open your eyes." It was an order but also a temptation, "Open your eyes and see who I am."

Ji Zheng's eyes were swollen, and it was extremely difficult to open them.

That voice was bullied so hard, it also became flushed red, extremely wronged, "Huang..."

"The emperor, the emperor! Is the emperor in there?"

The sound of rain and snow was mixed with the sound of footsteps, running closer and closer.

Ji Zheng suddenly wanted to get up, and wanted to push Ming Ciyue away, but the white belt instantly pulled him back, making him unable to move.

He raised his head and looked at Ming Ci Yue, hinting at him with his eyes, and silently repeated in his heart, "Uncle Huang, let me go quickly."

Mingci looked back at him more and more, and then ignored him, ignoring the hint.

Ji Zheng had no choice but to kick Ming Ciyue with his feet, but Ming Ciyue didn't look or care about the outside of the room at all, his eyes were staring at him, cold and dark, and the air pressure around him was abnormally low.

"It's only now, why are you shouting!" It was Gu Congyun, who had already woken up, Ji Zheng's attention was suddenly drawn to him, and he was even more stunned and flustered.

"Hiss..." In an instant, the fragile Adam's apple was caught between his mouth and teeth.

Ji Zheng's pupils dilated instantly, unable to suppress his voice.

"At the Qianying Hall, the Holy One is about to go up to court." The man outside called out unwillingly, "Your Majesty, it's time for Your Majesty to go to court early."

"The emperor is still asleep, don't go."

Gu Congyun's voice still drifted to his ears from afar, "Didn't the Empress Dowager never use the Holy Majesty to go to court early? What happened today?"

"How can I know, I just heard that there was a big incident outside the palace last night, and the Empress Dowager was very angry. It probably has something to do with the Holy Majesty."

It's about the sluice!

Ji Zheng tensed up suddenly, and resisted even more violently. His legs fluttered in vain, and he yelled out, "Let go of me, let me go!"

"Ming Ci Yue, are you crazy, um... can't you hear me?!"

The hand tied with the white strap was hung high above the head, unable to struggle, the harder the force, the tighter the wrist was pressed, the soft cloth was also kneaded back and forth into a rope, the tighter it was tightened, and it came out on the snow-colored skin. A series of red marks were drawn back and forth.

"Let go, let me go...Uncle Emperor."

The water vapor and tide in that voice couldn't dissipate, and it was extremely hoarse.

……

"Impossible, the Holy Majesty stayed in the house all night, no one came or went out." Gu Congyun's voice came again, firmly, "Go back and tell the Empress Dowager that the Holy Majesty is not feeling well, when will you wake up? The time will pass naturally, if she is in a hurry, she will come pick her up by herself."

The footsteps wandered back and forth a few times, and the man's voice sounded hesitant and helpless, "Yes, Mr. Gu."

There was a sudden silence outside the house, and only the sound of rain remained, and the sound of moderate rain helped them to cover themselves.

"Hmm—" Ji Zheng couldn't struggle any longer, and quietly faced Ming Ciyue, his eyes drifted away.His chest was heaving up and down, he gasped violently, the big teardrops kept pouring down, and he swallowed the sobs forcefully, the poor man's body was drenched in cold sweat from inside to outside .

Why can't I even control this.

shame.

Ming Ciyue finally let go of him, and raised his hand to untie the cloth belt in circles and secretly hide it back in his sleeve pocket.

"Ming Ciyue, why are you crazy!" Ji Zheng yelled at him for the first time, and the ending was broken, with a weeping sound, which almost wiped out the slightest momentum.

"Have enough trouble, are you satisfied?" He pushed Ming Ciyue again, turning his head away and not wanting to look at him, but as soon as he closed his eyes, tears were squeezed out more and more, "I must be here It’s good to lose face in front of others, isn’t it?”

Ming Ciyue didn't say a word, just took his wrist, rubbed it, and wanted to apply medicine again.

Ji Zheng shrank back abruptly, and said sullenly, "Don't touch me."

His heartbeat couldn't calm down, he was angry, more afraid, swept by the instinctive sense of crisis that grabbed his neck.

"Your Majesty means...it's embarrassing to be with my minister in front of others." Ming Ciyue's voice was also very hoarse, and his breath was also very hot, obviously he hadn't expressed it yet.

Ji Zheng turned around quickly after hearing the words, only to see the man lowered his eyes, and after a while, "I know."

"You know what you know!" Ji Zheng panicked, "I never said that."

But before he finished speaking, Ming Ciyue had already withdrawn from the curtain.

"Wow!" Hearing the sound of water splashing, Ji Zheng hurriedly opened the curtain, only to find that Ming Ciyue had already been immersed in the big bucket of water just now.

It's freezing cold, even if it's indoors, the water will have to cool down completely after a while.

Ji Zheng only needs to look at it, and his teeth will chatter immediately, not to mention the whole person soaked in it!

Ming Ci Yue turned his back to him, the wet clothes stuck to his body, outlining a pair of broad and thin somewhat abrupt shoulder blades, the black hair was also wet, clinging messily to the side of the face and neck, lining the cheeks and neck The lips are horribly pale.

"Crazy, I think you are really crazy!" Ji Zheng was anxious and distressed, and threw the blanket on Ming Ciyue's back.

Ming Ci Yue didn't catch it, and remained motionless.

It's useless to scold, and it doesn't work.

The wooden barrel was as high as Ji Zheng's waist. He gritted his teeth and simply supported himself with his hands to climb in. Just as his toes touched the water, the water level suddenly dropped with a bang, and Ming Ci got up wet and wet all over his body. Countless water jets poured down like waterfalls.

Ji Zheng lay on the side of the barrel, looked up at him, and let him wrap himself in the blanket he had just made, tucked it under his arm, and easily carried him back to the couch.

Ming Ciyue's whole body was so cold that there was no temperature at all. Sitting on the edge of the couch, Ji Zheng knelt behind him, stood upright, and wiped his black hair and water stains on his body.

A good spring scene was made into this appearance.

Although Ji Zheng had been relieved, he was annoyed by the trouble at this time, and he used his hands very hard, rubbing the black hair of the person in front of him like a weeds, curling up everywhere, and deliberately said: "Soak in cold water, the emperor Uncle is so fun."

Ming Ci would not cry out for pain, and let him tease him without saying a word, and replied after a long while: "I am not a saint, I have addictions and desires, since the Holy One won't touch me, and I am afraid that I will be possessed by demons and lose my mind, and offend the Holy Majesty abruptly, so I can't help it." can make such a move.”

"I said I won't touch it?" His mouth was faster than his brain, and Ji Zheng started to regret after choking, wishing he could slap himself twice.

Embarrassed.

"So, should you touch it?" Ming Ci turned his head, his thick crow-blue eyelashes were half hanging down, still dripping water, looking cool and obedient, without any aggressiveness.

Looking at his appearance, Ji Zheng was dumbfounded.

"Your Majesty is awake?" Gu Congyun outside the house tentatively knocked on the door, "Call me if you need anything."

Ji Zheng became nervous again, staring at the door with her whole body tensed.

Ming Ci Yue wants to hold his hand at this time, not allowing his attention to belong to others, looking at him from bottom to top, his eyes are as dark as the deep sea under a spring night.

"My lord, do you want to touch me?" The voice was trying to lure him into the trap again.

"Your Majesty, let's sleep a little longer, don't worry, it's still early."

Ji Zheng turned a deaf ear to him and didn't dare to move, allowing two people inside and outside the room to drill into his ears one sentence at a time, it was extremely tormenting.

After going outside the house, Gu Congyun dispelled his doubts again, and when there was no sound, Ji Zheng covered his face, sighed, withdrew his hand, and said expressionlessly: "Don't touch me, don't think about it today, don't think I don't remember What did you just do?"

After a long while, Ming Ci spoke calmly, "So as long as I never touch the Holy One, and never let others know..." His voice was hoarse, "The Holy One will never leave."

"What nonsense are you talking about, I know you're freezing tonight." Ji Zheng picked up the subject, saw him shaking a little, thought he was suffering from the cold, and hugged him tightly, but the next moment, the man hugged him back.

The tighter the hug, the hotter it is, the more violently it shakes, but the voice is still as calm as suppressed.

"Now there is no one else here... Your Majesty, please don't be afraid of my minister, don't want my minister."

Ji Zheng's hand was hanging in the air in a daze, with nowhere to fall, it landed behind his back, and followed his hair one by one.

There is an insurmountable gap between the king and the subject, the uncle and the nephew, and they are only fit to have fun in the corner of the palace wall at night.

Happiness is limited, it seems that every time you steal a little bit, you will lose a little bit.

Ming Ciyue's sufferings and losses made Ji Zheng embarrassed, and made Ji Zheng feel distressed.

This man always made him angry.

Ji Zheng blinked and suddenly had an idea.He raised his head in front of his chest, and quietly asked, "Uncle Huang, do you want to take power?"

Mingci Yue lowered his head when he heard the words, and raised his eyebrows.

His blushing face, his uncomfortably soft body, and his beating heart.

The emperor was clearly saying to him—come on, love me, kiss me, touch me.

He could hear the undertones.

"Do you want to own me openly, Uncle Emperor?"

The author has something to say: I know that many people down there are urging how the emperor can bear it, how can he still bear it.

But Ji Zheng is the emperor no matter what. One of them is an ancient person and the other is a modern person. Ji Zheng's psychological burden is much smaller than that of the emperor's uncle. Under the constraints of the ancient rituals of monarchs and ministers, the emperor's uncle cannot be so relaxed Take the last step.

And I've thought about it for a long time... the perverted character of Uncle Huang is like this

On the one hand, if you love too much, you will worry about what you gain, and on the other hand, you are afraid of scaring the little emperor away.

There is another reason... In fact, pleasing the little emperor can make him truly satisfied (it's just too perverted

Don't worry, there will be all the plots that should be there

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