I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

What everyone saw was that the Holy One was escorted down the city wall by King Jing, and a group of cold black soldiers surrounded the two of them, leaving only a touch of red, which was too eye-catching.

They only thought that the saint was injured on the city wall, and they didn't dare to say more. The crying and shouting of the relatives gathered together calmed down, and they spontaneously stepped aside, kneeling and worshiping, but they couldn't help but raise their eyelids silently and stare The young man in the red dress and jade face.Obviously, no one has forgotten the imperial order to close the gate on the city wall just now, a thousand arrows raining down.

If King Jing was not escorting, but holding hostage... One person vaguely guessed, and then another person thought about it, and then the subtle commotion was like sparks entering the field, igniting the discussion.

The man with the horned waist and monkey back seemed to have sensed their thoughts, and looked back indifferently. The main road Juechen galloped away.

As soon as Ji Zhengfu entered the carriage, he was covered with a piece of cloth covering his head and face. He was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously about to have a fit and pull it off. He was pulled by the loose straps on his hands before he realized that he has now reached the retirement room. The plot is over, but he is still willing to be imprisoned, and he is willing to tie a rope for himself.

Not to mention, being blindfolded is even more like being escorted and imprisoned.

It's just that Ji Zheng realized that this piece of cloth is red and square, and the silk is soft and dense, and everything he sees through it is ambiguous, and so is Ming Ci Yue.

The man shared a narrow compartment with him without saying a word, facing each other silently, so close that they breathed each other but refused to do anything.

Ji Zheng didn't need to raise his head to know that his eyes were looking at him openly through a layer of cloth.The once introverted desire and longing in the eyes burned up, drying up the air in the room between the two of them, and they were upright without any concealment.

He swallowed dryly, forcing himself to divert his attention.

This carriage probably drove him to Zhengyue Mansion.He silently recalled that there were very few descriptions in the book of Ji Chaoming after he was imprisoned in the Zhengyue mansion, and the few details about his prosperous life and gifts during the New Year were all to highlight the generosity and benevolence of the protagonist Ming Ciyue, between the lines It is not difficult to read that this person is still living a very nourishing and comfortable life, but correspondingly, for the dramatic contrast, Ji Chaoming had to show strong disgust and resistance, smashing a courtyard of chrysanthemums sent for the Mid-Autumn Festival to pieces, leaving dead branches all over the place .

But Ji Zheng doesn't intend to do this, life has to be lived, and it has to be lived comfortably, the living can't make things difficult for him.

Zheng Yue's mansion is very big, but there is too much dust. The mahogany bed cabinet and pots and pans that he took the opportunity to send before can be used once they are cleaned up.

Afterwards, he will keep the porcelain vase, and he will keep the chrysanthemum. Maybe he will compose a poem for the magnanimous father of the common people, and send it to the palace, before the dragon chair. , as your most loyal nephew.

When the time comes, Mingci is more likely to come to see him, walk into the forbidden garden of the deposed emperor, face to face with him, and bask in the moonlight silently.Or maybe not at all.

Whether he comes or not, Ji Zheng doesn't care, anyway, he only has one relative.The same is true of Ming Ci Yue.

But he guessed that there would probably be no such indecent things under the pants.Ming Ciyue has become an emperor, and will be a great achievement in the history of Yan Ming, who will shine through the ages. He only treats it as a misfire when he was young, and will not live with his nephew in absurdity.

……perhaps.

Ji Zheng thought about it wildly, and felt that the days to come would be clean and comfortable no matter what.As soon as he was in a trance, every pore relaxed, and even a shapeless smile appeared on his face, which was inexplicable and straightforward.

He suddenly saw that Ming Ciyue was also smiling dimly, and followed him to smile ecstatically, out of character, and relieved the tiredness between his brows and eyes, that smile was an expression that had never appeared on Ming Ciyue's plain and watery face.

The cold and rough palm stretched out to straighten the cloth on his head.

How could any prisoner be so happy on the way to escort?

Suddenly, Ji Zheng restrained himself, drooped the corners of his mouth, sat upright, and stood on the last post with a correct attitude.

The carriage went all the way to the door, and stopped close to the door.A waiter lifted the curtain, and a waiter set up the tripod. Thinking that this was the last time in his life to set foot on the ground outside the courtyard, Ji Zheng stepped out with emotion, his legs softened, and his body was lightly lifted to his shoulder by one arm in the air , unable to resist, even being deprived of the last chance to go out.

Mingci said in a low voice: "Your feet cannot touch the ground."

Ji Zheng: ...?Is house arrest so strict?Rice bugs don't have feet?

The lights in the room were dim, and the field of view was narrow, presumably it was because Zheng Yue's mansion was neglected, and there were too many sundries covering half of the sunlight.He was placed on a soft couch, Ming Ciyue turned and left for a while, when he came back, Ji Zheng heard a hard object like jade jingling, scratching across the ground.

No need to think about it, it is the Yuezhui Sword, which is only handed down to the prince, the Yuezhui Sword that supervises the court and protects the country, and the Emperor Sword bestowed by him himself, is also the one in the book Ming Ciyue, dressed in a python robe, walked across the whole city with his head held high and his sword in hand. In the main hall, the sword points to the dragon's head, the one that forced the palace to take the throne.

Ji Zheng couldn't see clearly, so she just closed her eyes and shivered slightly when the cold object approached her neck.The blade of the sword was as sharp as cutting iron, and it didn't take any effort to cut off an inch of his black hair.

His hand was gently pinched again, and after the tingling pain in his fingertips, there was a hot flash, and blood dripped down. Then his hand was gently wrapped and pressed down. It was a silk book, about the size of The purpose of Zen.

Ji Zheng didn't resist. Countless similar nightmares had weakened the panic of being forced, and he allowed himself to be manipulated back and forth.He had to sigh again that Ming Ciyue was the natural protagonist, the protagonist born for the throne - perseverance, restraint, action, ambition and patience.He didn't even know when Ming Ciyue prepared these things, and when that stunning edge broke through Yin Ren's skin and emerged from the chrysalis.

The old edict was established, and the new emperor was born.

With the last step of Jianfeng, he lifted the piece of cloth that had been covering his head and face.The light in front of her eyes gradually regained her adaptability, and Ji Zheng was speechless.

This is not Zhengyue Mansion at all.On the carved beams of Yanfu Hall, there are fiery red cloths and silks hanging all over the sky, and the sundries all over the floor are half-open red boxes, the candles are deliberately dimmed, jade swords are hanging by the feet, and two strands of blue silk are placed in front of the table. A marriage letter, with a man kneeling beside him, kissing the unhealed wound on his fingertips.

A pair of embroidered pillows are placed on the dragon couch, one on the left and one on the right, one next to the other, and one half stacked on top of the other.

In this atmosphere, the rags used to blindfold the escort should probably be called hijabs.

Ji Zheng was at a loss.

The ambitious protagonist approached him step by step like in the book, bullying him, not for the throne, just to ask for a kiss?

His uncle pressed his cheeks together, rubbing his ears together, and the smell of male animals hunted him down.He listened to the usual calm and reserved man asking repeatedly in his ear, he prepared hastily, worried that he would be frightened and abrupt, would he like it, did he like it, did he like it.

Ji Zheng had no choice but to answer him, pleasantly surprised, of course pleasantly surprised, Uncle Huang always makes me...unexpectedly.

Mingciyue is like a distressed beast, bending down, burying his head in his neck, talking to him softly, the beauty in front of him is so unreal, not like Mingciyue this lonely luan Keqin's death can have it.

It's beautiful, but it's not real.

Ji Zheng didn't dare to look him in the eye, for fear that her voice would disturb the big dream he had been preparing for a long time.

The details of knowing him, respecting him, and caring for him, and letting him make his own decisions in a gentle and polite manner, are all calculations made early on the premise of being able to read minds.In fact, he didn't wear a dragon robe, he still wore a wedding dress, it was his choice to be a king or a husband. The emperor's uncle had prepared for the big wedding on the day he returned to the city as early as the day he left the city.

Are you angry?Can't tell.

Ji Zheng sighed helplessly as if admitting defeat. He did not resist the primitive agitation evoked by his body, but followed his instinct, opened his lips and teeth, and responded to all the familiar kisses, only when the tide was surging to the extreme , leaning against his neck and asked him vaguely, "In your arrangement, is it true that I will fall in love with you step by step, just like letting the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion die step by step, it is easy and natural."

He asked carelessly and confusedly, but when the waves overturned on the shore, Ming Ci became more and more like a stranded and withered fish. He quickly cooled down, retreated from him, and opened the distance between the two of them, habitually wanting to catch it again. look.

Ji Zheng would never give him this kind of opportunity again. With the back of his feet and the bending of his legs, he easily pulled the man's waist back, turned his face sideways and bit his ear to discuss: "Uncle, uncle, uncle...I'm not Getting angry is not rebellion, but you have to lock me up first, accept Zen as the emperor, and in the future, I will wait for you in Zhengyue Mansion, and I will not go anywhere."

The protagonist is ambitious and patient, but these seem to be misplaced, and all the energy is put on him.

Right now, Ji Zheng is only worried about whether Ming Ciyue will succeed in ascension to the throne, and other matters can be discussed after lying down.He repeated silently, enjoying such a simple and happy thing as the body should not be confused with love and love, it was because he thought too much and offended.

He clearly felt that when he called Uncle, the body in his arms became hot and throbbed, but he still pushed himself away.

Ming Ci's face darkened: "Give me some more time, I can handle it."

"What else do you have to deal with?" Ji Zheng sat up and let out a breath, "Every step is hard, every step is hard, and today, the family feud is gone, the frontier is set, the throne is right in front of you, and everything in the world is what you want. They are all vassals of this person, so what is there to hesitate about, Zhengyue Mansion is more comfortable than Yanfu Palace, so let me be a favor for you."

Knowing it with reason and moving it with emotion, he persuaded him earnestly, repeatedly saying that handing over the throne to his uncle was the greatest good deed he had ever done. I am most at ease with you in the world.

Ming Ci Yue was originally reticent and stupid, so he just stood in front of the couch with his head bowed and insisted: "On the day of the holy majesty's wedding, don't talk about anything else."

The two stood and sat, facing each other, standing upright, confronting each other in silence, neither of them would retreat an inch, the stubbornness at this moment seemed to be carved out of the same mold.

Ji Zheng turned her face away first, and combed her hair, "Then you come tonight and bring your personal soldiers. I want three thousand elites from the Ming clan as a betrothal gift, and no one less is allowed to pass through."

The request was sudden and strange, yet effortless and simple.Ming Ci Yue pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and there was a knock on the door in time.

The person who came was Yuan Ming. He knocked on the door eagerly, and his expression was irritable. King Jing suddenly pulled the door open in front of him. He was stunned for a while, but he hesitated for a long time and blushed: "This subordinate just wants to come. Please die... let me, let me kill that sissy with one knife! There are still some slaves captured alive who specialize in refining medicine, why can't they ask why!"

Mingci interrupted him: "What did he say?"

Ji Zheng pricked up his ears.

Yuan Ming cursed a few more times in a high pitched voice, but finally calmed down: "That Ximo mad dog repeatedly said one sentence, asking you to gouge out your eyes and then feed it to the person with a heart, Gu will naturally be able to..."

Ming Ci slammed the door against his face more violently, blocking his voice from the door.

His Majesty's voice came from far away on the couch, "What's the matter, who is outside the door? I called the little doctor from the Imperial Hospital before and let him in first."

Mingci looked back at him from a distance, the young man was sitting under the candle, his face was as smooth as jade, his mouth was like cherry blossoms, and he looked like a fairy in a painting.His vision was slowly blurred under the light, scattered and blurred, and he didn't dare to focus.

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

He came back to his senses and said calmly: "It's not that little doctor, I will send someone to remind me."

"Just now, can it be true?" Ming Ci Yue looked down at the Holy Majesty from a high position, with needles in his eyes, slowly peeling him away.

"You're not joking, are you serious?" He didn't get the reply he wanted, so he leaned over and kissed viciously, until his lover's lips and teeth were loosened, and there was an um sound, which was supposed to mean approval.

Ming Ci stretched his eyebrows and rubbed his lips for him: "Then wait, don't leave, I will come at night." He hurried away, took off his robe, raised his saber, and made two steps in three steps. leave quickly.

When the sound of closing the door sounded again, Ji Zheng quickly moved his eyes out of the dark place, raised his heels, and the two black-armored guards on the left and right outside the door immediately blocked him, saying repeatedly that King Jing would return immediately, the hall is safer, of course, The lowly officials are by no means forcing the sage, it's just that the uncle still wants to reminisce about the old days with the younger generation.

Crazy, really crazy!

He looked out from the gap between the two guards, and he could only see the back of the man hastily getting on his horse, and the team guarding the palace was densely packed in the distance.

Ming Ci Yue didn't tell him not to leave, it made him have nowhere to go!This place is already a solid fortress, and even more so, a seamless cage, no living fly can leave alone.

Ji Zheng backed away with a cold face, and secretly scolded the protagonist for being a paranoid man with a desire for control.

Mingming just wait until Ming Ci Yue ascends the throne.

When the new dynasty is first established, when he is busy with schedules, night clothes and meals, and daily affairs, when he forgets himself as an old man, even the family feasts of uncles and nephews during the full moon festival are all avoided. What eyes!

Ji Zheng rubbed his brows, without pausing for a second, quickly turned around to pack his luggage for the nursing home, he took out all the clothes at the bottom of the box, turned them upside down, there were some fancy clothes that Zheng Yuefu could wear in the future , the rest of the embroidered dragons had to be taken away even if they were not needed.

There shouldn't be a trace of his aura left in Yanfu Palace.

"My lord!" As soon as the little doctor came in, he looked at the mess everywhere, and the sage who was kneeling in the mess, choked up, and tears welled up in his eyes, "What are you doing, what are you doing, you picked out the embroidered clothes and returned them to the old man?" How to wear it..."

The little doctor also heard the rumors outside the palace today, looked at this posture, and asked tremblingly: "Who is the soldier outside the gate?"

Ji Zheng half-fake and half-truth said: "The new emperor sent them under special supervision and strict protection."

The little doctor asked again: "Is this red box full of animal skins and wolf heads?"

Ji Zheng didn't raise her eyelids: "The luggage that the new emperor moved into this palace."

The little doctor howled out when he heard the words, "If you keep the green hills, I will carry you away, let's go now! As long as the Holy One is still there, Dayan will pass on the bloodline and make a comeback!"

"The little doctor really wants to carry me away?" Ji Zheng was amused by him.

Unexpectedly, the little doctor sniffed his nose and really came over to clean up the clothes in his hands, "The holy majesty is tall and handsome, he is really the emperor of the dragon! We will take all the dragon robes with us, even if they are burned, they will not be cheap for others to wear!" "

Ji Zheng: "...don't worry, no one else can fit my figure."

"Hey, wait!" The two picked up the same robe at the same time, one holding the collar and the other holding the right sleeve.With sharp eyes and hands, Ji Zheng quickly discerned that this dark bottom with golden glitter, thick and luxurious, was exactly the one when he first saw Ming Ciyue in the winter moon, "That one don't—"

There was a crisp tinkle, followed by a few rumbles, and the spherical object fell on the candlelit jade floor, as if wrapped in a ball of fire, falling into the abyss of the sea with clear reflections.

Little doctor: ...

Ji Zheng: ...

The ripple-like jade slab strongly stimulated his cerebral cortex, reminding him of the winter moon night a long time ago, and the one that fell into the Imperial Garden Pond did the same thing, falling in response.

"Fake death pill!"

"...My, good stuff..."