I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

Others don't know what kind of person Li Ying is, but Ji Zheng, a reader of the original book, doesn't know.A strong desire to conquer, all kinds of Pray lovers that cannot be described in the original book, his views on right and wrong and even family and country are extremely weak, and he will only use whatever means to achieve his own desires and goals.

Talk about a loving relationship, people like him only love themselves the most.Such nasty words came out of this person's mouth, it could only be that he had some new ideas.

Ji Zheng looked at Li Ying's thoughtful expression, and suddenly got goosebumps all over his body. He didn't know what he wanted. Steal a baby from somewhere.

"It doesn't matter, Concubine Ying doesn't need to feel inferior and shut up. Be strong. I won't laugh at you. It's not like I don't know that you also carry handles. Your stomach doesn't have that function."

He sighed, frowning and said again: "As long as you cooperate well later, you don't have to give me a child, and you can always be your concubine in the palace, enjoying all the glory and wealth, and the border between the two countries cannot be peaceful. The people of the country are also beneficial."

Ji Zheng didn't like physical contact very much, and there was a numb feeling of discomfort where the skin of their hands met. He shrank his shoulders, and seeing that Li Ying didn't respond, he quietly moved his hand away from Li Ying's hand inch by inch.

He suddenly heard Li Ying speak, his voice was very deep and quiet, and he didn't call him again, "Ji Zhaoming, what do you like?"

how is it like?It was the original owner Ji Chaoming who asked, not Ji Zheng.

He was in a daze for a moment, for some reason, what appeared in front of his eyes was black hair and red tassels, broad shoulders and black armor, riding a high horse...

Ji Zheng suddenly lost his mind, and coughed heavily, "I like those who are soft, thin and curvy, with flamboyant clothes, um...it's best to have long hair loose, plus piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, small and pleasant, the most important thing What's more..." He glanced at Li Ying faintly, "It has to be a woman, a great beauty, so don't even think about it, gender doesn't matter."

Li Ying pursed his lips, looked at him with long eyes, miraculously shut his mouth and didn't turn back, and turned his head away from then on, not saying a word all the way.

The royal enclosure was neither far nor near, and it was already evening when the chariots and horses arrived leisurely.Rao Jizheng didn't have much sense of the emperor, and he couldn't help frowning as soon as he got out of the car. The entire paddock was filled with tents from the Western Desert tribes, a big bonfire, a hunting stand, and there were quite a few tribute flocks. The white flowers stayed not far away. At this place, the hope of the people in the four western states to spend the winter is in sight, but the escort team surrounded them with fine armored cavalry.

Ji Zheng raised his jaw, indicating that Ming Ciyue would lead the team to take over the sheep.

"Don't worry, the Winter Hunting Festival is over, the flock belongs to His Majesty, and the prey also belongs to His Majesty."

Li Yang stood in front of the bonfire, with a smile that was not a smile, his face flickered from light to light, faintly visible.Although Li Ying was beautiful, she was too feminine and feminine. Ji Zheng looked at Li Yang as if he had seen a male version of Li Ying. They were originally three siblings, and the eldest son and the second son should look alike.

The surname Li is their own Chinese pseudonym, and they also have the name Ximo.

If it is said that in the battlefields in the past few years, Li Ying was in the rear of the formation, but Li Yang was the leader of tens of thousands of cavalry battalions, and his degree of bloodthirsty and abnormality was no less than that of Li Ying.

"Do business well, don't sue." Ji Zheng mouthed Li Ying, raised his forearm, and signaled Li Ying to pick him up.

The two have the same looks, and they are so close and hand in hand at this time, it really looks like a beautiful woman, but this good girl is half a head taller than Lang.

"Maybe General Li doesn't know that he is going to be an uncle?" Ji Zheng laughed.

These words imply that Li Yang and his husband and wife are newly married and loving, and their nightlife is fine, they don't need to worry about their natal family, and their relationship is very good.

Li Yang frowned, ignored him, and glanced at Li Ying's belly: "&￥#*@...?"

Li Ying smiled: "&*#@￥%*."

Ji Zheng: "...??" He didn't understand a single word of this foreign language.

Li Yang looked dazed, his gaze lingered between the two of them for a moment, and with a frivolous smile, he landed on Ji Zheng's lower abdomen.

He was tall, approached step by step, and directly covered Ji Zheng with a black shadow.

Ji Zheng subconsciously took half a step back.

In the next moment, he was escorted behind Ming Ci Yue.

Ji Zheng suddenly thought that Li Yang and Ming Ciyue should meet each other on the battlefield, with swords.

He quietly raised his head to look at Ming Ciyue, with a calm face and no reaction, and then saw Li Yang leaning over, with an extremely arrogant expression, as if he didn't recognize him at all.

Ji Zheng remembered that Ming Ciyue wore a half-face mask of a wolf totem on the battlefield, and his aura changed a lot when he got off the battlefield. It was normal for his former opponents not to recognize him.

"I, an elder, can't interfere with the relationship between young couples, and you don't have to meddle, this..." Li Yang deliberately looked Ming Ciyue up and down, "A servant?"

Ming Ci Yue should not be provocative, and remained motionless, it was Ji Zheng who walked a few steps forward by himself, bypassing him and facing Li Yang directly.

"However... when Your Majesty married our emperor, the princess was forced into the palace without any etiquette. Dayan is a country that emphasizes etiquette. I have a wish to see Your Majesty and Li Ying use the method of Ximo to marry. Account."

Seeing his hesitation, Li Yang said again: "In this way, I can rest assured to hand over Li Ying to His Majesty and the sheep to His Majesty."

Isn't it just a fake bridal chamber, Ji Zheng gritted his teeth: "Okay."

Inside the main tent, the lights are bright.

"Don't you guys have any other clothes?!" Ji Zheng was too bulky at the moment, and when she walked, she knocked down the debris all over the place.

Since the ceremony was entered into account, he didn't want to show off the dwarf's aura, so he proposed to take off the complicated ceremony robe and put on hunting armor.

Unexpectedly, the golden armor handed down from generation to generation by the late emperor was big and heavy, and Ji Zheng's thin body was worn inside, empty and exposed to the wind, as if a child had stolen an adult's clothes, it was ridiculously embarrassing.

As soon as Li Ruhai put on the belt for him, he swung it away, stumbled and knelt aside.

Ji Zheng turned around and saw Ming Ciyue standing aside, he was stunned, and pointed at him, "I want someone like him, is there any?"

Li Ruhai was in a dilemma: "This is not in King Jing's team..."

"I have a solution." Ming Ci Yue interrupted loudly, but hesitated a little.

Ji Zheng hurriedly said: "Tell me quickly, or I will order someone to take off your clothes and wear them myself."

But when Ming Ci Yue took it out seriously, he was stunned.It was the Xuanjia that Ming Ciyue had when he was a young man, and it was exactly the same as the one he was wearing at this time, except that it had been shrunk down a few sizes. It had been sleeping quietly and intact in the box for many years, as if waiting for someone to wake it up.

Ming Ci stood behind him, wrapped his arms around his waist, and bowed his head in his ear, his breath sounded extremely hoarse: "My lord, you are too tight, relax, this is not acceptable."

Ji Zheng clenched her lower lip and lowered her head in discomfort: "... I know."

Still can't, Mingci gently protects his soft belly.

Ji Zheng suddenly pushed forward to support the dim brass mirror, his brain was starved of oxygen, and his knees were weak: "Hmm..."

He could vaguely see Ming Ciyue's every move behind him from the mirror, ups and downs, patient and gentle.

Mingci Yue was putting on the girdle lining for him.

In order to be as tall and straight as him, Ji Zheng tried to take a breath.His waist was already slender, but now his ribs were even more abrupt under his pale skin, and the black armor seemed to be embedded in his flesh.

Mingci Yue looked at the thin little emperor bowing his body and trying hard in the mirror, and smiled helplessly, he couldn't bear to tie his girdle so tightly.

He did something bad, stretched out his hand and scratched the emperor's rib lightly.

Ji Zheng's body was too mingan, he couldn't stand the slightest touch, he didn't tense up all of a sudden, he lost his breath, and his belly bulged back into a soft and flat piece.

Mingci said softly: "The Holy Majesty is already tall and straight enough, there is no need to be like this."

Ji Zheng looked up in the bronze mirror in a daze. The two shoulder armors that Ming Ciyue put on for him were tightly attached to his shoulders and neck, as if they were tailor-made.

This set of light armor is very light and simple to wear, it was probably specially made to facilitate the emperor's uncle to quickly switch to battle immediately.

The nails should be icy cold, but when I think of them soaked in the blood and sweat of young Ming Ciyue, the slightly hot temperature seeped through the thin inner lining.

Ji Zheng has never seen himself like this before, his black hair is also tied into a high ponytail, matched with a white jade crown, which is no different from that of the person behind him. beauty.

In the mirror, his figure is covered under another person's figure, shoulders, waist, legs, every curve is perfectly similar, as if passing through ages.

Exactly the same, called couple clothes.

What's more, the piece on his body was once skin-to-skin with Ming Ciyue, and it has been with him for many years...

Ji Zheng's cheeks were slightly hot.

He asked casually, "Why did you bring this?"

Mingci Yue paused for arranging the hem of his clothes, "Well... on the way out of Beijing, I happened to pass by a blacksmith's shop. After repairing it, I picked it up and took it on the road."

"Oh." Ji Zheng responded casually, never thinking that it would be early in the morning when he left Beijing, and there would be no shops open.

"Then I will take good care of it for you."

Mingci smiled lightly when he heard the words: "Xuanjia is originally used to protect people, not to be loved by people."

Ji Zheng didn't hear clearly, he was wondering what Ming Ciyue was doing wearing this black armor when he was seventeen or eighteen years old?

He just lost his father, his mother fell ill, and the young man who hadn't reached the crown shot into the hinterland of the desert alone. He made his name for the first time and became the half-faced god of death that everyone in the west desert feared.

It's a pity that he, Emperor Dayan, was still an incompetent waste when he was 20 years old. Xianyu felt at ease, and he was completely incomparable with Ming Ciyue.

Ji Zheng stretched out his hand to touch the mirror, and traced Ming Ciyue's eyebrows little by little. The sword eyebrows entered the temples, and the slightly narrow heavy eyelids formed a beautiful yet heroic slightly raised eye shape.

He has no blood relationship with the emperor's uncle, but at this moment, he couldn't help but suddenly wanted to ask, does he resemble the emperor's uncle?

"It's very similar."

Ji Zheng woke up, and suddenly found that Ming Ciyue was also looking at himself through the mirror, and his eyes met in the hazy bronze mirror.

His eyes were gloomy and gloomy, like a pool of water, extremely difficult to understand.

"The son of heaven and his ministers are very similar when they were young."

The author has something to say:

This section is about wearing black armor for each other, inheriting the spirit of defending the family and defending the country, and being positive. The two of them are still wearing clothes, but they are wearing another layer of armor. Don’t lock it, don’t lock it. save life

There are fewer comments from the bosses, don’t you love me anymore, huh (four beeps