I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

"When did the Tai Hospital develop this second fake death drug?" Ji Zheng stared at the floor with straight eyes.

"Return to the Holy Lord, this medicinal material comes from the Western Desert, it is very rare, and the Tai Hospital has not yet developed a second one..."

Ji Zheng murmured again: "Then who went down to the pond to fish it out for me?"

The little doctor shivered and replied: "Going back to the Holy Majesty, there was a severe drought outside the city at the beginning of the year, and the gates were opened to release water. The water in the imperial garden pool should have been changed several times."

Ji Zheng still didn't give up: "Maybe they were found when they fell into the water."

The little doctor was silent for half a minute: "My lord, this pill will melt in water."

This time Chang Jizheng was silent, and the answer was right in front of him, ready to come out.

He recalled countless times, that ordinary night after wearing a book, he could recall the clarity of the pill, recall the excitement before he was about to escape, recall the amazing emotion when he first saw Ming Ciyue, and even Recalling the dull pain when Uncle Huang threw him to the railing with his arm.

But he just couldn't remember, couldn't figure out how, why the medicine appeared in his sleeve pocket.

What was that thud?What fell into the water wasn't a pill, could it be a grape?

Would you dare to feel that he was tumbling and crawling away in this plot, went through untold hardships, spent half his life, and came back to find that the cheat was hidden in his sleeve?

The corner of Ji Zheng's mouth twitched a few times.

The little doctor watched as the Holy Majesty laughed and cried, his complexion changed from crimson to pale and livid, his eyes changed from dazed and out of focus to hatred, staring at the fake death medicine as if he wanted to swallow it alive .

Indeed, I don't blame the Holy One for being angry, it's really unpleasant to have this thing appear at this juncture.

Out of sight, out of mind, it would make the Holy Majesty angry, the little doctor took a step forward cleverly, bent down, and wanted to help the Holy Majesty throw away the waste medicine.

Unexpectedly, the Holy Majesty suddenly reacted quickly, he lowered his body in front of him and stretched out his hand to grab the medicine, he raised his neck and was about to swallow the medicine whole.

The little doctor was terrified when he saw it, the Holy Majesty was so mad that he wanted to swallow the medicine alive!

He hastened to stop him: "Your Majesty, be careful, be merciful! This medicine is nothing else. If you take it, your legs and feet will twitch, your eyes will be distracted, your eyes will be distracted, your heart will beat, your heart will become stiff, your five senses will be lost, and you will fall into a half-life and half-death state of suspended animation."

"I know." The Holy Majesty slightly took the medicine away from his lips, looked calmly, and looked back at him, "I have seen the efficacy of this medicine before, and I know it. What I want is to fake death, to come back to life after fake death."

At the beginning, the Holy Majesty wanted him to forge an autopsy, but he was terrified and confused, and now he was even more at a loss, "Why did the Holy Majesty flee? The peace of Western Xinjiang is hard-won, and the people's livelihood has just begun to improve. The situation in the palace is very complicated. There are wolves coveting the throne, and the Holy Majesty does not stay to shock the government and the people, secure the world, and enjoy the honor and wealth, why did he leave at this time?"

"Is he a wolf?" The Holy One laughed. "Even if he is a wolf, he is also the leader of the wolf pack, the wolf king who defends the territory and leads the tribe. There is no reason for other things to block his way."

After that, he seemed to rub the tip of his nose and muttered again, "It would be great if he could really see the throne."

The little doctor became more and more confused when he heard that, "The Holy One can recruit this man, absorb talents, and let him be used by you to rule the world."

The Holy Majesty shook his head: "I don't want to be the chain that binds the wolf, I don't need to be like this, and I don't want the wolf to tie me tightly."

The little doctor bluntly said that he didn't understand, and the Holy Majesty teased him that he entered the palace early, and he was inexperienced and his hair didn't grow.

How much older can the sage be than himself? The internal information of the Tai Hospital also knows that the little sage has already reached the age of marrying a wife and having children, but the three thousand beauties in the harem do not have a real woman of their own at all.

Of course, the little doctor didn't dare to be so aggressive. He thought for a while and said: "I don't understand the love in those scriptures, but I have relatives, parents, brothers, aunts and uncles, and I can just stay at home." Help them, or want them to live better."

The Holy Majesty suddenly turned serious, glanced at him indifferently, and said softly: "I want to leave as well."

The little doctor wanted to refute something, but suddenly the sound of soldiers and horses became chaotic outside the hall. He leaned on the window sill and looked out in a panic. There seemed to be red banners fluttering in the dark night.Waiting to see the red tassel standing tall,

He was stunned, no matter how dark it was outside, he couldn't have mistaken the big swallow as the only one, "Why did His Royal Highness King Jing bring his own soldiers into the palace..."

At this time, the guards outside the door had checked the situation and came to report in a hurry. King Jing came with heavy troops, or he wanted to do something rebellious. The speed seems to be slowing down right now, Holy Majesty, you see... He sneaked a glance at the Holy Majesty as he spoke, with the word embarrassment written all over his face, implying that you don't think the Imperial Army has enough manpower.

The Holy Majesty waved his hand: "It's okay, just open the door and wait."

"Impossible, His Highness is not such a person at all, he will never ignore the principles of etiquette, he will not..." The little doctor got angry, "There is a misunderstanding, there must be a misunderstanding! Then ask the guards to ask, ask What the hell is King Jing doing here!"

"Is the truth important, and is his own purpose important?" The Holy One pointed to the gate of the courtyard, beckoning him to go out and have a look.

"I'll teach you, this is water that can carry a boat, but also capsize it."

The little doctor stood at the door, he saw sparks, he saw the heroes and the people, he saw the courtiers rushing in panic and didn't know where to stand, he saw that the sharp and slender wreath gun was just a drop in the ocean in the crowd, obviously being pushed It was rushing to this side, still dazzlingly red.

He was so frightened that he couldn't speak, stumbled back a few steps, staggered, and hurried back to the hall, only to see that the Holy One had already moved neatly, everything was ready, and all he had to do was take the pill.

The Holy Majesty left a blank edict to the successor, imprinted the blood seal, stamped the jade seal, and let the newcomer arrange his death, including the ruling and opposition chess game, the three princes and nine ministers, and the nine dragon chairs that weigh a thousand catties , was completely cleaned by him, thoroughly, and he refused to keep even half of his sleeves.

Others flock to it, but this person wants to throw it away like a pair of shoes.

"At the beginning of the new dynasty, everything is busy and chaotic. I am just a young and stupid king who is not good at taking power. It doesn't matter whether you are under house arrest or dead. You are from a medical institution. Autopsy and funeral. "The Holy Majesty told him word by word, "But you must hide it from King Jing later, even if you can only hide it for a day, otherwise you and I will never escape from Yanfu Palace."

The little doctor said to him from left to right: "Prince Jing is your uncle, and his own birth is better than his own. If we really discuss about ruling the world together, it's not impossible..."

"Then I don't want to see him goug his eyes in front of me!"

The little doctor was stunned by his roar.

All he saw was that the most respected man in the world turned his face away. It was clearly a man, but he had a face that could attract Phoenix to look at him. That face was raised towards the outside of the window, and he only smiled at him for a short while. For a moment, he called his name, and said softly, "The world outside the palace is so big, didn't Fang Sheng say that he would leave me behind and make a comeback."

The little doctor stopped talking.

He watched helplessly as the Holy Majesty swallowed the pill without hesitation, and lived a lifetime of rich clothes and fine food. The honorable and beautiful person died without a hair on his forehead, and his sleeping appearance was more peaceful than others.

He sighed softly, and was about to create a hanging scene for the Holy Majesty as planned, but the door of the temple was kicked open behind him.

"Ming, Ming Ci Yue!" The little doctor was surprised, blurted out his name in shock, and fell to his knees on the ground in shock, bewildered.

The effect of the medicine has not yet taken full effect, and there are still dark green traces on the fingertips of the holy majesty. According to the holy majesty, once Mingci Yue stepped forward to check, the two of them will be trapped to death in this Yanfu hall, and there will never be peace.

He waited terrified, but saw that gentle and handsome young general who was victorious in all battles instantly aged, his face was pale and his hair was as old as a rapidly withering wooden stake. But made way for them.

"...Your Highness, Your Highness?" He couldn't understand the meaning of Mingci Yue, but suddenly noticed that this man was wearing a red shirt with wide sleeves and a pair of soft-soled embroidered boots.

He was at a loss. How could there be a general who has fought many battles in such an appearance to lead his troops to rebel and seek power and usurp the throne?

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If he had never seen the outside world, Ji Zheng would have felt that the life in Zhengyue Mansion could be tolerated.

At the beginning, it was just a dash of impulsiveness. He didn't even think about where he could go after leaving the palace, nor did he think about how he could survive if he were not the emperor.

When he woke up, he was already in a remote border town. Not only did a small apprentice from the imperial hospital not let him go, but he also brought enough money to take care of his daily life and lead him to avoid being traced. Limelight, while traveling along the border.

Although Dayan has a large territory, it is a real country in the Central Plains. Going west, they have seen enough of the vast golden sands of the Western Desert, and going south there are lakes and swamps in the southern border.They pretended to be the sons of rich merchants who went on a trip, and they stopped and went with ease. Every time there was a routine inspection by border officials, the two would slowly set off for the next place.

Even if he is still a salted fish who does not want to climb high peaks, take dangerous roads, and go to the five oceans, Ji Zheng has been exposed to the sun in all the great mountains and rivers of the motherland.

Occasionally dreaming of the emperor's uncle is no longer a gloomy nightmare. Ming Ciyue wears a twelve-pearl crown on his head and a bright-colored dragon robe, sitting firmly in a high position, looking down at the world.

After dreaming like this, Ji Zheng suddenly woke up, leaning on the railing of a bamboo bed in a certain house in a certain place, feeling at ease, smacking his lips, fell down, and slept soundly and without dreams in the second half of the night.

This day passed without knowing what eve it was, until one day the little doctor knocked on the door of his inn room with a mournful face, and Ji Zheng slowly realized that no matter how big the purse is, it can be bottomed out.

One of the few serious things that the little sage did during his reign was to hold the entire capital's weaving and embroidery clothing industry chain in his hands, and at the same time link up the silk supply in the rich and prosperous south of the Yangtze River, acting as an intermediary Merchants, specializing in making the difference.

As a last resort, the two of them covered up and hid, and detoured back to the Central Plains area. Only when they arrived in the Jiangnan area did they find out that the entire Great Yan was very peaceful and nothing happened in these few springs and autumns. There is no spy shadow guard who is looking for people everywhere.

Ji Zheng wondered secretly in his heart, but because of this, he temporarily settled down.

"What is the age of Mr. Zheng? Such a big business doesn't require the elders of the family to come out, but the younger family wants to fool us with contempt?"

"You're being careful. Mr. Zheng sounds like a northerner, maybe he's from the capital. It's said that he has no one else in his family and has thousands of treasures. Yandu Textile selects from sixteen counties in four prefectures and sixteen counties in the south of the Yangtze River every year. Countless families eagerly waited for silk and satin to enter the capital, and this year they sent people down to personally select such a noble young man whom no one knew."

The teahouse in Nan'an Lane, Wuzhou is quiet and full of literati and poets. There are cups of water flowing from time to time, hidden by bamboo curtains.

Two merchants in brocade clothes sat side by side in one of the boxes, somewhat out of place.

One of them sneered, "That's an exaggeration, how could the emperor's family accept the satin material he chose as a gift, it's not impossible."

Another person squinted at him, "Then what do you think is the reason? Why did the whole Wuzhou scramble to invite him to drink, except us who grow silk, and even those who bake tea, grow melons and fruits and make cakes when this young man shows up. "

He leaned over, lowered his voice, and said with a mysterious and decisive expression, "It is said that if this wonderful person can be selected, he will definitely win the favor of the palace."

"Wonderful man?"

"I was the first one to invite him, and I spent a lot of effort. This wonderful man has his own merits. You will know it when you see him..."

At this point, it happened that the bamboo curtain was finally rang, and the two looked up, but neither of them could say anything.

This person is really strange, with a face that is so rare in the world, it is definitely not an ordinary thing in the pool, it is noble yet elegant, with deep eyebrows and eyes, it should be among the immortals, the god who came to the world from the murals Ling, and hooked her lower lip at them.

The rich businessman with a big belly straightened his upper body immediately from the bamboo chair.

But this man was wearing a colorful dress, a deep purple mandarin jacket and white inner shirt, a bamboo and green half robe with lotus root boots, and a vermilion waistband that dripped blood. He was shaking an ivory and jade fan in his hand. Shaking and shaking, the eyes of the two spinners were straightened, and they were speechless.Except for this immortal, they have never seen anyone who dared to wear so many colors on their body, and dressed so... wonderfully.

The wonderful man is really wonderful, wonderful!

The young man sat down cross-legged, and the first thing he did was to unbutton his collar, "It's only getting hotter in Wuzhou during the Qingming Festival."

The second thing is to pat the folding fan and look intently at the thin businessman until his arms are hairy, then he said quietly: "Next time, please don't come to this corner of the alley, find a special restaurant, and I'll pay for it."

Open your mouth and you will be disillusioned.

The secluded teahouse was chosen by him because he thought he was clever, and he chose it for this young master Yin Ke. What he said made the thin man blush immediately, but he clapped his belly and laughed, "Young master is indeed a fairy in the world, interesting! Excuse me! Jia Wanshan invited me to have a drink in Guichun Garden next time! It’s just that Wuzhou is very hot every year until mid-spring, and this year it’s raining abundantly.”

In fact, it's not just Wuzhou, the entire area south of the Huai River is so sweltering every year.He secretly made up his mind that this young man has never been to Jiangnan, and he doesn't know much about silk, so he is clearly a beautiful vase!

But he couldn't help but look at the neck of the vase, with a few delicate buckles, it was a beautiful scene that surpassed thousands of springs in the south of the Yangtze River.

He pushed the teacup over, but was sent back silently without looking at it.

Jia Wanshan is lustful, but obviously he only likes female sex, he still chooses big breasts and fat buttocks, with slender eyebrows and thin eyes. Today, this rich and noble man is really a pervert... His mouth felt parched, and he also pulled his collar.

At this moment, the young fellow who had been standing next to "Mr. Zheng" said, "Brother, you'd better fasten the buckle, and forget about my old problem of getting wind."

Ji Zheng reluctantly raised his hand to fasten the button, covering the spring, then picked up the ivory fan and shook it, and gave the little doctor a squinting look behind the fan.

During these few days, everything is good, except that the little doctor is stricter than his uncle, he is not allowed to go to the Goulan Spring Garden, and he is not allowed to touch the fermented glutinous rice.

Don't ask, asking is the arrogant and noble nine-five-gold body of the holy dragon...

The three of them sat and sipped the tea, none of them could taste the taste, and the taste was half-hearted, and the conversation was not right, and the words were not speculative, so they got straight to the point and talked about the issue of choosing silk and satin.

The two merchants intentionally made things difficult. The brocades woven from the south of the Huai River in Wuzhou, the north of the Huai River, before the Grain Rain, and after the Frost's Fall, were placed in front of Ji Zheng one by one for him to choose.

Every year, the Tianzi's family goes to the south of Huai River, and within 30 days from the vernal equinox to the grain rain, the nobles who came down from the capital must not know how to raise silkworms.

Ji Zheng knew what the merchants meant. He really didn't understand Nongsang and didn't have the heart to take Joe, so he just tried it with the back of his hand. Out of nearly fifty horses, he closed his eyes and chose thirteen horses at will.

Seeing the two people facing each other in silence, he knew that he had made the right choice and got up to leave.

The thin one is unwilling: "Wait a minute, I want to ask you later, the emperor's family has no standard for choosing materials every year, what kind of brocade do you prefer?"

"Standard?" Ji Zheng narrowed his eyes, stretched out two onion-like fingers from his sleeves, pinched the edge of the material, and smiled again.

"Below is the standard."

This is not an exaggeration in the slightest, the silk brocades and golden silk cicada clothes that were transported to the palace in the past years were all selected by him with closed eyes and fingers.The law of the Sacred Heart that the inner court and merchants have worked so hard to figure out is nothing more than a momentary like and dislike to him.

He creates the law, he is the standard.

The thin man took the opportunity to grab Ji Zheng's hand first, and before he could react, he searched for the calluses on his hand inside and out, and after a long while, he said meaningfully: "If the emperor is long live and healthy, he will be about this age." It's..."

This young master's hands were soft and flawless, he wanted to speculate that he was an aristocratic accompanist of the emperor practicing martial arts or studying, but he could only speak in a reasonable way.

Ji Zheng withdrew his hand calmly, and responded: "Unfortunately, now I am more than three years older than him."

Jia Wanshan said with a casual smile: "I heard that the Son of Heaven is full of anger, weak and pale, and the son is moist. He is more like Prince Jing when he was young. I was lucky to see the prince's face a few years ago. He was wearing a spring shirt and riding a horse leaning on the leaning bridge. He was famous. If the capital is full, that's really a red-sleeve trick with thousands of buildings and pavilions."

Ji Zheng smiled and said, "Now that the python robe has changed into five claws, wouldn't it be more majestic and majestic for the Holy One to come to the world?"

"Your Majesty?" Jia Wanshan frowned, "Isn't Your Majesty lying in a golden coffin? When did the other one come to rule the world? Be careful to let others hear you call him by the wrong name, and everyone here will lose their heads..."

When did the king come to the world?

Ji Zheng's forehead twitched violently, but he still kept smiling: "If you don't call him the Holy One, what should you call him? There can never be no ruler in the world. The first emperor died three times..."

"Oh!" Jia Wanshan hurriedly covered his mouth, "Sir, be careful with your words! Don't die! Even if the dragon's body is slightly ill, the Holy Majesty is still lying on the golden couch and ruling the world. Where..." He looked around. , lowered his voice, "Where will you die!"

"I think last year when the power of the whole country flowed into the Yangtze River, he was the one who resisted all opinions. In recent years, the policy has been close to the people, with both soft and hard measures. There is no objection to the local government being manipulated to death. It is this body..." Jia Wanshan relaxed and shook his head. , "I can't say, it's weird."

The two chattered again, "Thinking about the year before last, King Jing suddenly led troops into the palace like a madman, but ran out in a mess and crawled. I heard that when the guards saw the Holy One again, he would have been arrested. I was so angry that my legs and feet fell ill and I couldn't stand up anymore, and I was paralyzed in the golden coffin all day long."

"What kind of coffin, the golden couch is also gold." The thin man frowned, "It is said in the capital that King Jing led the mob and was tortured by gouging out his eyes, but I heard that the ordinary people in the capital did not leave their homes at all. The people who took to the streets are all refugees from the West Desert who were kindly rescued by Dayan."

"Torture, do the officials dare to admit that it's torture?" Jia Wanshan sneered at this, "My wife's aunt's aunt's neighbor's younger sister's husband and son-in-law who have never been married are servants at the gate of the palace. He could see clearly that night, King Jing When he fell out of the door, his eyes were covered with a white cloth, blood flowed like a river, and his eyes were hollow..."

"Hey, Iron-Blooded... He broke his wings, pulled out his fangs, and used them for himself, that's his uncle! No one will dare to do it again." Jia Wanshan laughed strangely under his throat, "These two uncles and nephews Governing the country together, one has no eyes, the other has no legs."

Ji Zheng suppressed the astonishment in his heart, his teeth were trembling, "What year is this eve? Three years in Tianyuan?"

"Why Tianyuan? This year is the seventh year of Tiande..." Jia Wanshan moved closer to the skinny man, the two remained silent, and looked at Mr. Zheng with strange eyes.

A nobleman in the capital who can't even figure out the year number?Shouldn't shouldn't.

It was at this time that the servant outside came in and whispered a few words to Jia Wanshan.

He suddenly blushed, and drank the tea in one gulp, "The prince is patrolling the canal! Tomorrow the cruise will arrive in Wuzhou, let's go, what are you doing so hard!" Struggle and walk out.

Ji Zheng picked up the teacup and realized that it was empty, he turned to the little doctor, "You, tell me again, how did I escape... Could it be that King Jing committed suicide after finding out that I had hanged myself? Write a will, ascend the throne as the emperor, and then try to hide me in the Yanfu Palace forever, and three days later, you secretly replaced me with a severely decomposed and smelly corpse?"

"Yes, yes." After compiling the story for three years, the little doctor suddenly stuttered.

"No, no." The Holy Majesty shook his head talking to himself, took a few steps back, and then returned to his senses and rushed home quickly.

The little doctor looked at his back, his hands were in the air, he couldn't open his mouth, he was extremely weak.

He will always remember that night.

Ming Ci Yue turned sideways to make way for them, when he helped the Holy Master to leave from the palace gate, Ming Ci Yue suddenly went crazy and repented, tore Pian Pian's skin, red-eyed, and rushed on him.

The little doctor was terrified, thinking that Ming Ciyue was really trying to murder the Holy Majesty, he punched and kicked, resisted with all his might, and tore and snatched him.

How can he, a Wensheng, be the opponent of the commander of the three armies.

The little doctor fell to the side, his eyes widened in horror, and he saw Ming Ciyue's disheveled clothes, his face full of joy, desperately pressing down on Sheng Shang.

He opened his mouth wide, but his throat was so dry that no scream could be squeezed out.

Because he watched helplessly, the Holy Majesty's uncle with a different surname stripped him naked, and kissed him all over, so that a large swath of red appeared under the Holy Majesty's fair skin.The red marks seemed to be alive, petal by petal, blooming strangely, wandering around Sheng's body.

The Holy Majesty slept peacefully and did not resist.They are the last lovers in the world, perfectly matched, entangled near death and suffocating under the dome of Spring Palace.

The little doctor sat blankly in the cold corner, his eyes were about to crack, he didn't know how long he had been waiting, waiting to see King Jing, like a puppet on a pull string, tidying up the clothes one by one for the saint, and folding them Cuffs, then fastened the belt, and finally simply explained the money.

After doing this, he returned to his indifferent smile, stumbled back a few steps, lowered his eyes to admire, and then left the palace as if fleeing in a hurry.

"Go farther away, farther away, don't let me know the route, so that I can't find the place."

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