I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

During these days when Ming Ciyue left, Ji Zheng really felt what it means to be lonely like snow and live like years.In the original book, Ming Ciyue is an owl trapped in the capital. The iron chains on his feet cannot be broken free. You can find him every day when you open your eyes, even if you are not in Yanfu Hall, you will be within ten miles of Yanfu Hall.

But now, there is one person missing, and the entire palace is empty.

Ming Ciyue is not a talkative person, and he doesn't often appear in front of his eyes. Most of the time, he silently lowers his head, hands behind his back, and follows him leisurely. His sense of presence is not as high as that of Li Ruhai.

When I was in the palace every day, I got used to it and didn't have any special feelings. Once the person disappeared, I realized how important his existence was.

But Ji Zheng thinks that he is not a person who is very emotionally dependent. Ming Ci Yue went out to fight and could not come back for a year or so. Could it be that he still doesn’t enjoy life, stop doing things, quit the plot and work hard to retire. A husband stone?

But this time, Ji Zheng didn't even go back to his own bedroom. Every day, he ran towards the political affairs hall in the study at three o'clock and one line. All the ministers were a little horrified and uncomfortable seeing his diligent appearance. Only Mr. Zhao could understand Inside, he smiled disdainfully and helplessly.

While he was still living with his fingers, the first military letter arrived, and it was circulated all the way in the early court and presented to the main hall of Qianying Hall.

Ji Zheng looked at the audience, panting and raising his arms, the attendant in a thick stack of soft paper, a little dazed, unable to react for a while.

"A military letter from the front line in Western Xinjiang?" he asked.

The attendants repeatedly said yes.

His fingers kept tapping on the armrest, worried, and asked again: "Written by Prince Jing himself?"

The attendant hesitated for a moment, confirmed it, and nodded, "I marked Baili to be urgent, and emphasized that I must go directly to the imperial front without going through the Ministry of War."

This time, not only the emperor, but also the officials below made a commotion of uneasiness.

There is no other reason. Ming Ci Yue has led troops for many years and never passed on military letters. Ji Zheng understands this point from reading books, and the ministers understand it even more.

Winning or losing is a matter of two words, just send a soldier to pass the word all the way back to Beijing, he will never make excuses for the defeat, let alone ask for credit for the victory.In addition, when leading the army ten years ago, he was young and energetic, and the military affairs on the front line were all determined by one person. Only when he was short of money and food did he remember that his immediate boss was the Ministry of War.

Immediately, some officials at the bottom immediately suggested that since it was not a straight-forward battle report, it is better to send Dayan to the routine first, and the sending department will analyze the results, and then report directly to the Holy Majesty.

This person expressed it very euphemistically, and the implication was that the little emperor had ignored military affairs for a long time, fearing that he would not be able to understand, explain clearly, and be embarrassing if he could not step down in public.

Ji Zheng was not willing to let go of this opportunity, and immediately asked someone to present it.

"Why are there so many?" While opening the letter, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at the attendant who delivered the letter.

When I opened it, I found that the bottom letter was already on the sixth day of the first lunar month, "I first entered the desert, sunny, the soldiers and horses of the Western Desert have been lying in ambush here for a long time, chasing and intercepting us. Yangxiao City defense at the border, I have sent a letter to report to the Holy One, and ask the Holy One for forgiveness."

A few days later, the second letter was sent on the [-]th. It is estimated that the horses of the first letter had not yet arrived, and the second letter had already been sent out, "The first battle was won, but due to a sudden strong wind, some supplies were lost. The lieutenant general Proposing to attack and occupy the abandoned camp in the West Desert, the minister suspected fraud, and started a dispute with him, arbitrarily insisting on standing still, not knowing what the Holy One would think if the Holy One was there."

The third letter, the fourth letter...

There are not many words on each letter. The more Ji Zheng looked at it, the more frightened he became, and the faster he read it. This battle was not easy, but those bloody predicaments that contained gravel were all taken lightly by Ming Ci. At the end of the book, without exception, there are some words asking for advice.

What kind of holy opinion does Mingyu seek? !There are things he doesn't know, and there are things he doesn't know. Ji Zheng was not even born when he learned the art of war!

Just because he was wearing a soldier's armor, and because he had the idea of ​​following him out, the more serious the words were, the more he wrote and told him the wind and moon, blood and sand on the battlefield.He was his general, and he was his eyes.

Clear words are more...

Ji Zheng's hands trembled a little, and he slapped the letter on the imperial case, "Today is the sixth day of February!"

The sixth day of February!These military documents have been backlogged for a whole month!

With his slap, the servant of the Ministry of War knelt tremblingly, "Return to the Holy Lord, I really don't know, I have never seen these letters in the Ministry of War before, and I really didn't expect Jing...Xijiang , He will send military letters to Xijiang, he doesn't pay much attention to it, this is something that has never happened, besides, it is just after the New Year's Day, and the manpower is not available... It just so happens that today's urgent letter was sent to the imperial court, and the first few letters Just, just being together..."

This is Dayan's internal system. It is tedious and terribly inefficient. Ji Zheng sighed deeply, and secretly made a note of what needs to be rectified in the future. He didn't care about anything else, so he hurried to open the letter first. The expedited one is also the thickest.

Opening the letter, a piece of black stuff fell out of it.

Ji Zheng fixed his eyes, the whole officer stretched his neck, a blood-stained breastplate, the piece of heavy armor on the chest, the shape is small, the forging is extremely dense, but there seems to be signs of fragmentation on it, mixed with blood Spreading like a spider web, it is frightening to watch.

There is only a short sentence in the letter, "Attacked, narrowly defeated, and urgently need to transfer the food and grass camp."

A piece of armor, what do you mean? !The bottom exploded again.

"Transfer the food and grass, the more urgent the speech is, why are you talking about this, are you here to consult the opinion of the palace?"

"Master Cao of the Ministry of War is still standing there in a daze, hurry up and make up your mind with the old generals."

"Yeah, it's not too late to apologize afterwards. Your military department is not talking at the moment. Are you still waiting for the Holy Spirit to make a decision? The situation on the front line is complicated..."

"No..." Ji Zheng pursed his lips, he knew this question!

This battle was originally waged by the protagonist Gu Congyun. He fought Ximo Li Ying in the front, and the emperor's uncle sat in the palace to guide him remotely. Because the original book spent several pages talking and praising this kind of Fighting side by side, delivering the immortal love behind him, so he remembers it very clearly.

Ming Ci Yue is relying on him, relying on him.

This feeling is really good.

"The sooner you send the letter, the sooner you come back, the troops will retreat to the east for fifty miles. You don't need to explain too much, he will understand when he sees it." As soon as the sound came from above, the noise below stopped abruptly, and everyone froze.

Your Majesty... what did you say?He has read military books for several days!

Ming Ciyue is really stupid to ask for instructions, and the Holy One is crazy to respond indiscriminately? !

Will this word be passed on or not? Believe it or not if it spreads to the front line?

"Immediately, understand?"

Everyone raised their heads, and for a while, they didn't dare to think about it.

They had never seen His Majesty like this.

That was the familiar young man Yu Zhuo, tall and tall, wearing a black robe, with a resolute look in his eyes that had never been seen before, so resolute that all the people below were silent.The imperial decree sent out is the golden soup that was poured out, and the person in high position will not take it back, let alone hesitate to doubt himself halfway. Even if he is crazy, the official of the Manchu Dynasty will have to be buried with him without principle.

This is the confidence of being a dragon.

They seemed to be awakened from a state of amnesia, and they suddenly realized that this court was still the court of the Holy One, and it was the world that he said was the same.

"Why are you still in a daze? Since the Holy Majesty has already spoken, why don't you write a book on Xijiang immediately?" Taifu Zhao sighed, "But there may be something wrong with that protective mirror..."

A few old scholars immediately stood up to support him, "Yes, sending letters across thousands of miles, how can it be possible to send useless things with clear words."

"This piece of armor must have a purpose, is there some secret letter?"

"Everyone, please look at the dangerous position on the chest, the breast shield is cracked like this, I'm afraid..."

"I don't think so. This piece of armor is obviously small in size. It doesn't necessarily belong to King Jing, but someone he picked it off from. It must be a prisoner of war in the Western Desert, or some thin and inconspicuous craft."

People were discussing endlessly around this piece of armor.

"Presumptuous, what nonsense!"

They thought that they had offended His Majesty again, so they quickly looked up.

However, seeing that the little emperor who was still in danger just now, and who scolded Fang Qiu lived up to everyone's expectations, he has degenerated back to his former appearance. At this moment, his face is flushed, and he is walking around restlessly. He refused to take it out again, and only kept clamoring to retreat, retreat!

After retreating from the courtiers, and even Li Ruhai rushed out of the hall, Ji Zheng carefully took out the protective mirror again.

It's really a very ordinary piece of breast protection, stained with blood, without any secret letter, but he can guess the reason just by looking at it...

This is not the breastplate of some skinny prisoner of war, this is his... it is on his small armor, Ming Ciyue took it to the western border, and brought it to the battlefield, fighting bloody battles with it, nearly kill the enemy.

Put it on his heart and hide it under his armor, and these cracks and bloodstains are probably also in the "narrow victory" mentioned in the letter, it really saved the emperor's catastrophe.

The Yan army, the enemy army, I am afraid that no one would have imagined that the commander-in-chief of the whole army, who straddled his horse, swayed his cloak, and clattered his bones, would hide a piece of armor next to his body under the black heavy armor.

It was his lover's nails.

Ji Zheng clenched the armor piece tightly, pressed him on his left chest, put his whole upper body on the back of the dragon chair, put his arms over his eyes, and panted heavily.

He couldn't imagine how this thing, with its almost piercing force, was embedded in the flesh, then poured with wine by iron tongs, boiled on fire, peeled off little by little, and pulled off little by little.

He couldn't hear the emperor's uncle grunting, frowned tightly, then gritted his teeth, wrapped the cloth around him, wrote the word "near victory", and with a smile, wrapped the letter with blood on the armor, just like that In a hurry, he presented it to the throne.

Just told him so unabashedly that he almost died and was brought back to life by him.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

Ming Ciyue really has a lot of scheming, and he knows how to handle him too well, killing people without blood, without saying a word, just such a thing taken from his ribs, and sending him both panic and comfort at the same time, making him feel like The fish that came out of the water swung their tails and were swept away by the high tide at night and melted on the calm beach.

Ji Zheng's shoulders pressed against the back of the chair, shaking violently up and down, the double stimulation was too great, it was unbearable for a while, and he couldn't slow down.

He grinds his back molars, hating him for being vicious, while cursing him secretly, he secretly licks his own back teeth uncontrollably, his soft tongue wanders away alone.

Then, after a long while, with trembling hands, he handed the armor piece to the tip of his nose, closed his eyes, and twitched his nose slightly—he put it down suddenly, like a thunderbolt, so ashamed that he wanted to grab the ground with his head.

What did he do? !Prospects? !

He is the emperor, he agreed that there would be three thousand beauties in the harem, who would be exposed to both rain and dew, a sentimental and fatuous emperor.

He touched his conscience, he was wrong, and he took back the words that he thought he was not very dependent on emotion.But it doesn't depend on emotion, emotion is not his indispensable oxygen, but Mingyu Yue is.

He missed madly as if he had been bewitched, and was greedy for the expeditioner, and even vaguely felt that this dilapidated imperial palace would not be able to live well alone without clear words.

Ji Zheng looked at the high and spacious roof of the hall with hanging beams, and put the dirty armor directly on the chest of Xuanpao, silently lost in thought.

Before he could stop for a moment, there was another knock on the palace door, and Li Ruhai's voice screamed, as thin as a hanged ghost.

Ji Zheng frowned and asked him to come in if he had something to do, but he just yelled at the door for a long time, and refused to enter no matter what.

Ji Zheng had no choice but to walk over by himself and open the door for him. As soon as he opened it, Li Ruhai rushed into his arms.

Li Ruhai also came to his senses and knew that he had committed a crime, knelt on the ground with a pale face, and kowtowed his head again and again, "Something happened, something really happened, my lord, the capital is haunted."

His eyes were bloodshot red, and he was kicked away just after wrapping around Ji Zheng's calf. He turned his head several times, and finally spoke neatly with trembling lips, "Just now the Ministry of War just said that King Jing's previous military books, they all Didn’t receive it at all, no, Master Cao returned to the main hall of the Ministry of War just now, good guy, all the letters and correspondences of the old general Ming’s expedition ten years ago flew out, there is a spirit, in broad daylight, just floating in the air, long It's like a leg, it can't fall down..."

"Can you guess what kind of letter that is?" Li Ruhai's voice lowered another octave, "It's all letters from the late emperor who summoned Ming Changmu to return to Beijing in the name of the Wuzhou corruption case, and he rejected them one after another."

"My father-in-law is really well-informed. Who is that ghost?" Ji Zheng bent down and lowered his voice to cooperate with him.

"Oh, right now the Ministry of War is frightened crazy, and no one dares to think about it... But you said that the main hall of the Ministry of War is only a few alleys away from the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion. How long has it been since Mr. Gu disappeared? Well, the neighbors nearby have said that after the midnight watch...if there are really wandering spirits that can possess the human body, I'm afraid..."

"If there is really a wandering spirit possessing the human body." Ji Zheng interrupted him, and suddenly put his head under his lowered head, and smiled, "Do you think I look like you?"

The author has something to say: Don’t worry, there is nothing strange, I will check it out in the next chapter~

I'm sorry, I don't want to explain much, self-reflection, this update is really bad, I didn't expect to be so busy in the later period is my problem, I'm a waste, I really learned a lesson.But in a few days, slow down and write more, and write the ending well to ensure that this article will be completed in mid-to-late January. Thanks to the little angels who have been chasing updates. It’s really hard for you. You also accept fattening or criticize abandoning articles. My problem, I will try my best to draw a lottery and give away some episodes, try to make up for it, and apologize again orz