I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

"Your Highness, Your Highness, I can't do anything about my humble position. We should tell the Empress Dowager as soon as possible..." The little doctor knelt in front of the dragon tamansha, weeping bitterly and kowtowed.

In the entire main hall, the earth dragon is burning to its peak, hot water is continuously supplied, Chinese medicine is boiled, and the smoke of mugwort burning is pervasive, creating a spring recovery temperature in the cold winter months.

Due to the timely and thorough discharge of sewage and dirt, the Son of Heaven's breathing has already recovered, coupled with the methods of taking ginger soup, acupuncture, and moxibustion with ginger, there should be no serious problems, but the Son of Heaven has not woken up for a long time.

A deep voice came from inside the curtain: "It will be fine. Your Majesty believes in your medical skills. Just do your best to heal and keep quiet. If your Majesty wakes up and wants to blame you, I will take full responsibility."

Ming Ciyue's close-fitting black soft armor was half open, covering a small ball-shaped thing close to his chest, covered with a layer of animal skin cloak, and wrapped with a gold silk quilt on the outside, binding them tightly together Together.

Only then did he say that he wanted to put the emperor into the quilt, and it was the little doctor who suggested that the emperor could not recover his body temperature by himself due to the cold, and another person needed to help him keep out the cold.

Presumptuous, really too presumptuous.Ridiculous and dangerous.

On the side of the emperor's dragon couch, how can others be allowed to sleep peacefully!

But the emperor trembled suddenly in a coma, and Ming Ci shook his heart more and more, forgetting everything.

Etiquette, monarchs, Lund, I don't remember anything.

He carefully cared for that trembling body in front of his chest, on the tip of his heart.

The current Yanfu Hall has been in a state of complete confinement since the third watch on the eve of the winter solstice. The emperor ordered that entry and exit are strictly prohibited. The eminent monks and the emperor sat in retreat and prayed for the common people in the world.

If this matter gets out before the winter solstice banquet, firstly, the world will be in chaos, and ambitious people will take advantage of the opportunity; It won't be him, but the two noble girls who walked on the ice first.

The voice in his heart had disappeared and he could not hear it, but he understood that the Son of Heaven had ventured into the ice to save people, so it was impossible for such a Holy Majesty to want the ending of the two noble daughters being imprisoned.

If he could hide it for a while, he wanted to leave the decision to Xiaosheng.

It's just that the Holy One in such a helpless and helpless situation... What kind of Holy One is he!

Mingci Yuexin gave another ruthless grab.

The feeling of suffocation probably lingered around the Holy Majesty from the beginning to the end, and never dissipated.

The little doctor took the emperor's pulse again, sobbing: "Your Highness, but the prescriptions have been exhausted, the pulse of the Holy Majesty is still too weak..."

After a long silence, Ming Ciyue's voice was so soft that he seemed to be talking to himself: "It's okay, he's already fine, he will wake up."

With the heavy barriers of curtains and warm fog, no one can clearly see the scene inside the dragon couch.

The Holy One is as light as a little baby, like a fluffy little animal whose eyes have not yet opened.

The more Ming Ci lifted him up from his chest, the strange heartbeat in his ears faded a little, and then he fell on his chest, and the pounding sound became rapid and powerful in an instant.

One sound, pregnant with the possibility of life, like a miracle, more beautiful than all the palaces and merchants in the world, it is the mysterious resonance of the sun, moon and stars.

Ming Ci Yue was possessed, really possessed.

As long as you look directly into the eyes of the Holy One, you can feel this extremely hidden sound of nature.

No one could hear the sound but him.

He didn't blink his eyes, staring closely at the trembling eyelashes, how could he only hear the beating of his heart?He was not reconciled to these at all, trying to hear more, more, from this body.

For example, listen again, "Uncle Emperor..."

"Uncle Emperor?" Ji Zheng's voice was frozen and extremely hoarse.

As soon as he lowered his head, he could find that he was tightly tied to Ming Ciyue's body, unable to move.

Moreover, they are almost naked.

Ming Ci Yue turned a deaf ear to him, staring at himself in a daze, his eyes were extremely dark, gloomy and subtle.

The gaze still had substance, and it was horribly hot. Ji Zheng subconsciously hid, and then inadvertently caught a glimpse of the Adam's apple, which was close in front of him, and then went down... the jacket was half open, and there was a shoulder length on the protruding collarbone. scar.

That ridiculous dream...

Ji Zheng suddenly came back to his senses, and suddenly buried his face in the pillow, his cheeks were burning hot.

"Ming Ci Yue! Who allowed you to stare at me!" He made a muffled voice from the pillow with anger.

It's a pity that it sounds like a milk cat.

Ji Zheng subconsciously wanted to kick him off, and the next moment, Ming Ciyue rolled over suddenly, and his whole back fell straight onto the cold jade floor, making a dull sound.

Ji Zheng was stunned, he hadn't even made a move just now.

Ming Ci Yue lowered his head and slowly got up, lifted his outer robe, and slammed his knees heavily on the sharp edge of the jade steps.

The obscene trousers were so thin, Ji Zheng watched helplessly, and after a while, two bright red bloodstains seeped out through the white cloth, slightly imprinted on the jade.

The little doctor thought the emperor was angry, so he quickly knelt down, "Your Majesty, appease your anger, it was the humble one who proposed to let King Jing warm you up."

Ming Ci Yue said: "Trespassing on the dragon's couch without authorization, looking directly at Longyan, the holy majesty should be punished with death to convince the public, ministers, there will be no complaints."

The voice was hoarse, full of self-blame.

This is the real Ming Ci Yue, as bright as the moon, pure and courteous without evil desires, making people untainted.

And the hoarseness is also because of saving him from choking a lot of water.

Ji Zheng was stunned for a while, feeling extremely ashamed, how could he have dreamed of such eloquent words, subconsciously tarnishing a dignified gentleman like that.

It was only because of Mingci Yuefang that he saved himself without evil thoughts, hugged himself, and kept himself warm?

He is guilty and guilty of death!

Ji Zheng lowered his head and hummed: "I forgive you the death penalty, but I will not be an example..."

The words are more and more motionless.

Ji Zheng had no choice but to raise his voice: "I don't even listen to the imperial decree, the emperor wants to rebel?"

Only then did Ming Ci Yue get up slowly, still lowering his head, no longer looking directly at Long Yan.

But the little doctor wondered: "Why is His Majesty's face so red? Could it be that the fever has worsened?" As he spoke, he wanted to go forward to take his temperature.

Blushed?Ji Zheng's mind buzzed, and she quickly shrank back in shame.

"You read it wrong." Ming Ci Yue held the little doctor.

"But..." The little doctor looked at the emperor hesitantly.

Ming Ciyue ordered: "No but, bow your head."

Ji Zheng didn't notice that Ming Ciyue had rescued him at all, he turned his head secretly, took a few deep breaths, calmed his heartbeat, and then completely expelled the dream from his brain, only then was he able to look directly at Ming Ciyue.

Ming Ciyue explained the current situation to him, analyzed it for him, and told him that in order to protect the two women and catch the perpetrator, he might not be able to announce the whole truth about the falling into the water for the time being, nor could he know the Empress Dowager.

"The two women are fine, and they are arranged in the side hall of Yanfu Hall according to the order of the Holy One." Mingci Yue hesitated for a moment, then paused, "Your Majesty... is a good Holy Majesty."

After finishing speaking, he landed on one knee again and bowed deeply.As if to punish himself, he had to knock on the steps.

This obeisance is because last night he made the Son of Heaven look anxious and a ghost, and fell to the ground.

Blood gushed out of the wound that had never scabbed in an instant. The pure white trousers, the jade-colored steps, and the bright red bloodstains were shocking to see.

Ji Zheng looked at the sky in a daze, and had no energy to wake him up.

How can His Majesty be a good Majesty!

He acted so conscientiously, day and night, deeply involved in the play, and blended well with the role of the tyrant, as one, the whole world knew that he was fatuous and incompetent, and even himself almost believed that he was a tyrant.

How can the protagonist praise him as a good saint?

It was simply one sentence that easily negated all the hard work he had devoted himself to for many days.

"Ming Ci Yue!" Ji Zheng suppressed his cough and scolded angrily, "I asked you to strip the two beauties and tie them to the dragon couch to serve them, not for you to climb up. This is what you call following the orders of the Holy One." ?”

Ming Ciyue paused, stood up, bowed and headed towards the outer hall without looking back.

Ji Zheng was startled, and panicked: "What are you going to do!"

Ming Ci Yue solemnly repeated the imperial decree: "Take the two beauties naked and tie them to the dragon couch to serve them."

He turned his head and called out to the outer hall, "Xuanqian, Changqing, the Holy One Xuan."

Xuan Qian was very grateful and in awe of the Son of Heaven, she refused to stay in the side hall at all, and was waiting outside to wait for the Holy Majesty to wake up.Hearing Xuan at this time, he lifted the hem of his skirt and walked in quickly, pattering.

Thinking of Xuanqian's feet shaking the ice last night...

Ji Zheng's whole body shook, and he held the curtain tightly in his hands, "No, I said I don't want it!" Her heart beat wildly.

He saw Ming Ci Yue whisper something to Xuan Qian, Xuan Qian looked in suspiciously, Ming Ci Yue followed suit, and they happened to meet eyes.

For a moment, Ji Zheng seemed to see Ming Ci Yue slightly curled his lower lip, but when he rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, he could only see the gentle and peaceful face of a gentleman.

Xuan Qian shook her head regretfully and withdrew.

Mingci came closer and said slowly: "The two of them withdrew for the time being. Your Majesty is kind, and I thank you on behalf of both of you."

Ji Zheng didn't loosen the curtain, but his heartbeat slowly fell, and he only listened to the humane voice.

"The Holy Majesty does not want others, and the minister has been protecting the Holy Majesty."

Ji Zheng was stunned, turned the sentence back and forth, and chewed it over and over again for a long time.

He stared blankly through the ambiguous veil, looking at the straight and hard spine kneeling in front of the couch, and sighed indifferently, "But what I want is not you to protect me..."

The spine trembled slightly, motionless and silent.

"Forget it, go take a bath." His whole body smelled of the strange smell of wormwood, a traditional Chinese medicine. It is estimated that the waiters have never smelled such a strange smell.

"My legs..." Ji Zheng frowned, he seemed to have forgotten how to move his legs, his upper body lost his balance, and almost fell straight on the jade floor, but fortunately Mingci Yue was holding him up underneath, Protected him in his arms.

A kind of fear slowly rises from the bottom of my heart. This very familiar feeling is very similar to being trapped in a hospital bed before the death of the previous life, unable to move the whole body, and feeling the passing of life weakly in loneliness.

Because it is incomplete, it will no longer be loved.

"Are my feet... are they still there?" Ji Zheng swallowed nervously, and slowly groped her way down her legs.

Exquisite and tender, without a trace of cocoon, like a lotus root out of water, it is a jade body supported by all the financial resources in the world.It's just that after soaking in cold water for too long, it still feels like jade to the touch.

As soon as Mingci Yuefu touched it, he frowned again.

He is a martial artist, and he is proficient in the tendons and bones. He inspected it carefully, and the little doctor also inspected it. The two came to the same conclusion that the emperor just numb the nerves in cold water and temporarily sealed the tendons. Soak in hot water several times repeatedly, and the temperature will return to normal operation.

Ji Zheng was silent on the surface, but still panicked in his heart, looking at his legs and feet in a daze.

Ming Ci Yue put those jade feet into his arms, trying to get over some of the warmth.

"Your Majesty, look at me." Ji Zheng shifted his gaze back little by little.

As if he had understood his mind, Mingci reassured softly, "The holy minister."

Ji Zheng looked at Ming Ciyue, slightly suppressed his heartbeat, and allowed him to carry him to the hall dedicated to the emperor's bathing behind Yanfu Hall.

The entire bath is naturally made of smooth stone, embedded under the floor, and looks like a small swimming pool from a distance. It is very spacious and luxurious. In winter, there is a continuous supply of hot soup. It was smoky and very warm.

He had to take off his clothes when taking a bath, Ji Zheng froze in Ming Ciyue's arms.

Although Xiaosheng's body is not his in the strict sense, and his chest was exposed when he was unconscious just now, facing each other naked... But it doesn't mean that he can also be awake!

Before he could say anything in the future, he saw Ming Ci Yue carefully put himself by the side of the soup pool, sent a few servants to remove his clothes, turned around, lowered his eyes, and finally bowed with all the waiters. Withdrew and closed the door by the way, "Your Majesty is guarding the door."

"As long as the sage calls the minister, the minister will always be there."

Ji Zheng was dumb, and his words were more clear, and he was a bit too gentlemanly.

The water in the pool is not deep, no more than the waistline of a normal man's stature, and it is so clear that one can see the light-colored jade at the bottom of the pool at a glance.

He carefully moved his legs into the warm water and soaked them.

The surface of the water was originally very calm, but now it was stirred up and swayed, undulating up and down, forming a whole piece of ripples.

As if... Looking up from the bottom of the river to the surface of the water last night, the jet black is covered with ice, and the water ripples in the deathly silence.

Suffocating.

Ji Zheng seemed to be choked by someone's throat all of a sudden. In this warm palace, breathing became difficult for an instant, and every time he exhaled and inhaled, he was swallowing a thousand silver needles.

He struggled to escape from this man-eating water, but the more he struggled, the more strenuous his legs became, and he plunged into it, splashing water and rushing to the shore.

Sit up, sit up.

As long as he sat up, the warm pool would not even reach his shoulders.

But Ji Zheng was completely blindfolded by the nightmare, and there was only a dark, foul-smelling river and ice floes in front of him.

"Ming Ci Yue, Ming Ci..." He repeated, only calling one name, but his voice was too weak, and he swallowed a lot of water before he finished calling.

Horror crawled all over his body little by little.

"After thinking about it, I still..." Almost at the same time as his call, the palace door was pushed open again, "Forgive me for overstepping."

Ji Zheng was easily supported by a strong arm and sat firmly in the pool.

He was trembling, protecting his bare, hairy skin with his hands, and slowly turned his head.

Ming Ciyue's eyes were covered with a white satin.

The satin hangs down the back of the head like a waterfall along the black hair, floating leisurely on the surface of the pool.

The author has something to say:

Bros!Put #明言越君(hen)子（tai)# on the public screen! !

For some reason, I can only hear the heartbeat now. The emperor's uncle looks at each other from time to time because he is still trying to hear his heart again, but the emperor's heartbeat can also guess some of his little thoughts.

The sound of Xiaosheng’s heartbeat is quite high for Uncle Huang, he is still struggling between being a pervert and a gentleman, repeatedly jumping sideways, hehehe

It’s a bit late today, but I still feel quite thick and long ╮(‵▽′)╭