I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

Is it possible for the human body to be twisted into that position? !

Just looking at it, Ji Zheng felt a sharp pain in his lower back.

Unexpectedly, he really did not expect that Prince Jing, the most serious and serious person in Dayan in the whole capital, would have such a special habit in such matters in private.

Knowing this, this person really cannot be provoked at will.

He really can't bear it alone...

Ji Zheng's eyes lingered on the pages of the book and the texture lines etched by the flowing water around Ming Ciyue's waist. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and lowered his head lower and lower, wishing he could go directly under the water's surface.

In his dim and limited vision, Mingci got closer, stirring up water, approaching step by step, raised his hand, and put it close to his forehead, and the other hand went around behind him, below the lumbar spine.

"Why is the fever still so low, it's getting hotter...Have you cleaned it up?" Mingci Yue asked him in a low voice.

[Why do you want to urge me to reduce my fever, what else do you want to do? ! 】

[Why, why do you ask me to tell you! 】

Ji Zheng's whole body tensed under his hands, and he raised his head to look at him fiercely, but couldn't help the voice he made: "Well...no, no more."

Ming Ciyue hugged him and sat on the edge of the tub, as if he had emptied the fire all at once, and was discouraged, like the calm before a storm, without saying a word, he wiped the water clean from head to toe, acting as a caring The role of the partner.

Ji Zheng's spirit was stretched to the extreme, as if he had been carefully shaved before going to the slaughterhouse, and he was a little dazed, wishing to give him more pleasure by expressing his words.

"This sickness is a strange minister. If it is the minister's mistake, the minister will admit his mistake... Follow the punishment of the emperor." Ming Ci Yue stopped the movements of his hands and looked up at him.

Ji Zheng was completely naked, shivering suddenly in the cold wind, and slowly made a question mark.

[? !Is this person eating soft but not hard... pretending to be sick is effective? 】

Ji Zheng grasped the essence after a little thought, her eye feathers fluttered a few times, and a drop of water would not fall, "Uncle Emperor..." He covered his mouth and coughed, "This disease seems a bit unusual... I feel uncomfortable."

"?" Ming Ciyue looked at him for a long while, his eyes were a little strange, and he raised his eyebrows for a long time, "What's so uncomfortable? I'll send you another imperial doctor?"

"That's not necessary. I'm afraid of seeing people because of this illness. Let me lie down alone for a few days and take it easy. But these days, the government affairs of the court have bothered my uncle to preside over it." Ji Zheng felt guilty and blinked wildly, "... That is, chest tightness, stomach distension, weakness in limbs, and nausea from time to time.”

"Oh..." Ming Ci Yue deserved to be slow, staring at him with a pair of extremely black eyes, "this sick minister can probably be diagnosed..."

【Um?Really have this disease? 】

Ji Zheng was a little puzzled, just opened his mouth, but saw Ming Ci Yue slowly leaning towards him, with an extremely ambiguous gesture of biting the tip of his ear, and said angrily: "..."

Ji Zheng paused for a few seconds before realizing the meaning of these words, her face flushed red, and her first reaction was to raise her hands.

Ming Ciyue's movements were faster than him, easily carried him on his shoulders, and let his thunderous and rainy slaps fall on his back.

Throw it on the bed, cover it with a brocade quilt, roll it into your arms, and lower the curtain, all done in one go.

Fake illness was exposed on the spot, Ji Zheng was still immersed in the shame just now, struggling desperately.

The person behind him sighed softly, "Don't move tonight, it's been cleaned up with great difficulty. Your fever hasn't gone away, so it's inconvenient." Breath poured into the back of his neck.

Ji Zheng shrunk her neck subconsciously, then silently moved to the edge of the bed, and then moved again.

"Move again, you will be the first emperor to fall off his dragon couch." Ming Ci said calmly.

His words were indifferent without any hindrance, but his long arms and legs held him back tightly, silently talking about coercion, encroachment, and ownership, like cold water under the ice, setting off huge waves from the bottom of the sea.

And Jizheng is the island surrounded by glaciers. Above the ice is calm and calm, while under the ice is swept, eroded, and swallowed by whales into the secret darkness.

Strangely, the water under the ice layer had a temperature beyond his expectations.

Mingci stopped moving as he promised, and before Ji Zheng felt strange, he gradually fell asleep and no longer had dreams. His cheeks were hot, but his whole body was icy cold. He bent his back subconsciously, He moved closer to the warm body behind him, and curled up his hands and feet in the most primitive way. After a while, his hands and feet were also wrapped, and the uncomfortable moan in his sleep was replaced by a sigh of satisfaction. .

Ming Ciyue didn't fall asleep at all, he just didn't dare to make big moves, the chill like iron in front of him made him nervous and at a loss what to do.Every half a quarter of an hour, he would raise his hand to try the Holy Majesty's forehead.

The heat has not dissipated, but the cold sweat is getting more and more, and the heartbeat is a little too fast.

In the final analysis, this is just a young man with a weak physique who has not reached the crown. He started to attack the saint and went crazy... It's really not a thing!

Ming Ci stared intently at the wet temple hair on his side face, his thin jaw was like a piece of natural white marble.

During Ji Zheng's sick sleep, she slept like a tortoise, opened her eyes and reacted to the ray of sunlight outside the upper curtain, subconsciously dragged her sick body, sat up from the bed, and was about to put on her coat quickly, and got up to change .

I don't blame anything else, it's just that since returning to the palace, in the past few days since Prince Jing was appointed as the Minister of Supervision, every morning, if he gets up late or refuses to go, Ming Ciyue will bring a group of ministers to kneel At the entrance of the Yanfu Hall, there was no noise or noise, it was said to be waiting for the Holy Majesty, but in fact it was like a sit-in demonstration.

If he continues to insist on staying behind closed doors, the court meeting and political affairs will be held directly at his door, and he will routinely bow his head and shout "Long live my emperor", bustling with people, family affairs, state affairs, and world affairs, and the voices can be heard.

Uncle Huang is determined to force him to take power and participate in politics.

Ji Zheng turned his face today, and suddenly met a face as delicate as a jade carving, his eyelids were lightly closed, his forehead hair was a little disheveled, slightly disheveled, but he didn't see the slightest sign of decadence.

Maybe he watched it for too long.

"My lord, forgive me for being rude."

Ming Ciyue still closed his eyes, but the raised hand precisely blocked his gaze.

Only then did Ji Zheng come back to his senses, and looked away, "At this point... it's time to go down."

"Hmm..." Ming Ci Yue replied with a nasal voice, "Chen Leng, if Your Majesty is not busy with government affairs, please ask Your Majesty..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Zheng automatically drilled back in an instant, stuck back to the original position, and selflessly dedicated his body temperature with a spirit of self-sacrifice and love for others.

It's just that his limbs were much cooler than the blanket, only his cheeks and heart were burning.

Ji Zheng realized later, how can the king never go to court early?Put the most diligent minister in the court to sleep, and no one will urge him to go to court again.

After all, in the severe winter and the twelfth lunar month, it is anti-human to get out of bed every day before dawn.

Ji Zheng lay there silently, exhaling hot air, thinking silently, what is this, there is no sex, no serving and being served, just sharing one side of the bedding and two places of body temperature.

An alarm in my head was screaming untimely, crossing the line, this is not right.

Just when he was about to fall asleep again, Mr. Zhao's voice came all the way from outside the palace gate, accompanied by Li Ruhai's stumbling footsteps and dissuading voices.

"Your Majesty was busy selecting talents for Dayan last night. This... this is why I kept talking with all the students until very late, and I should have fallen asleep occasionally."

"Even if you are the emperor's master, trespassing on the palace is still a capital offense."

"Damn, the talents you sent in? You eunuchs have ruined the country and the government, and you have harmed the well-behaved children into that look." Zhao Zegang's steps were urgent and powerful, and several palace officials couldn't stop him. Stop, "There are no guards at this gate, he must be swallowed alive by those beasts to be satisfied, right, he is the only royal blood."

Zhao Taifu was so angry that his beard was shaking.

Since the fall of the Empress Dowager and Marquis Wu'an, and Ming Ciyue became the real regent, the situation in the court has undergone extremely subtle changes. More courtiers have begun to follow Ming Ciyue's goodwill, implicitly hinting that what he has and what he doesn't have, But he didn't understand his intention of forcing the emperor to go to the court as a supervisor of the country.

The remaining few were mostly veterans of several dynasties. They insisted on supporting Ji Zheng not because they appreciated his talent and loyalty to him, but simply to support Dayan's orthodoxy.

Before Ji Zheng and Gu Congyun listened to the lectures of the Sutra Banquet, and after several times when he went to court, he was confronted by this old bone. I know his temperament and know that he is one of the few. He is really good for the king and the community. Good loyal minister.

He didn't even think about it, before he had time to get dressed, he dragged Ming Ciyue up, trying to hide him under the bed.

"Your Majesty?" Ming Ci Yue seemed to have been shaken awake by him, rubbed his eyes, opened them slowly, his face was indifferent and confused, and the eyes looking at him regained the softness of a piece of water.

Ji Zheng couldn't bear that look the most, as if she was silently blaming you by saying "I don't blame you".He gritted his teeth, became cruel, stomped his feet, showed a ruthless coldness, turned his head, and silently pointed to the bed.

Mingci Yue raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows, with a weary expression, he tidied up his clothes slowly, dragged a soft blanket slowly, and rubbed it on the ground slowly.

With a "bang", the two looked up at the door at the same time. Ji Zheng never expected that Taifu Zhao was so crazy that he dared to hit the door directly. He rushed forward in an instant, pushed Ming Ci back into the bed, and covered his face. mouth, motioning for him to keep quiet and breathe lightly.

Mingci Yue was pushed back by Lianren with the blanket, still with a calm face, he only raised his finger to point at his chest.

Ji Zheng was taken aback for a moment, his heartbeat was about to break through his chest, and the thumping sound was close to the space between the two of them, suddenly agitated in the empty palace.

What is the crime of being the emperor's private possession and the current regent?

As soon as Zhao Tai Fufu came in, what caught his eye was a mess of ink and brushes on the ground, and when he picked it up, there were indeed some large characters written on it.

Is it really a matter of policy selection?How could His Majesty be willing to take the initiative to do the right thing!

He raised his eyebrows, doubtful, somewhat guilty, and more than half of his anger had dissipated.

"My lord, this..." He looked at half of the emperor's head protruding from the curtain not far away.

"Ahem... I wanted to pick something useful, but I didn't expect there wasn't one... cough."

The Holy Majesty's face was flushed very red, and his fair neck seemed to be dyed red. He looked sick, and it was absolutely impossible to pretend.

"Your Majesty, you are sick! How could you just lie down like this, my lord, my lord, I didn't come to see you sooner!" Taifu Zhao was anxious to come to the couch.

"Hmm—don't move!" The voice rose in vain, and then softened, "Yes, just stand there, I'm so sick that I can't be seen, if you have something to do, just stand there and talk about it."

Ji Zheng stretched out her hand backwards, and knocked off the hand that was behind his back, gently stroking his fish-smooth spine, and slid down.

He looked at the shadowy, half-hunted figure not far away, and he breathed a sigh of relief, sweating even more.

"This... the New Year's Eve is approaching, and today the Minister of Rites was going to report to discuss the process of this year's Yuan Day Banquet, waiting for the emperor's approval."

"The etiquette of this festival will be done according to the rules of previous years. I don't have any opinions..." Ji Zheng frowned again just as he finished dealing with it, "Wait a minute, the first day banquet... I have canceled all the banquets. Who wants to look at the old faces all over the face, I want to go back to the harem to live by myself."

Taifu Zhao hurriedly wanted to persuade him a few more words, but was stopped by Ji Zheng, "Ahem, everyone else should go back to their homes, and they are not allowed to stay in the palace. Don't rush to make things difficult for me."

That hand seemed to be purely giving him comfort this time, lingering between the two slightly arched butterfly bones that were about to break out of the cocoon, and seemed to be tracing the shape maliciously. Just as Ji Zheng wanted to get rid of it, he I only heard Zhao Taifu speak slowly.

"What counts as idlers waiting...Where is King Jing?" His voice was dull and unclear.

How could it be possible to break into the emperor's dormitory in the morning just for ordinary government affairs.

Ji Zheng was stunned and didn't react for a long time, but at this time King Jing's hand was pressed against his heart, hot, hard, and powerful.

"King Jing counts... my uncle, the teacher should stop talking, this matter will be discussed at another time..."

"No, I have to say, even if everyone in the court is fooled by you, I have to say it to you as a teacher today." Taifu Zhao took a deep breath, not giving him a chance to intervene, " Can he still be your uncle? Is he worthy? Pooh!"

"...What?" Ji Zheng's mind went blank for a while, and he suddenly raised his upper body, almost blurting out.

That hand chased after him, pinching the nape of his neck affectionately, and the other circled around his heart with an undeniable gesture.

He is surrounded by the abyss.

The fear of being exposed invaded his entire chest, his entire heart, and the place touched by that hand became more sensitive, and his hairs exploded, as if being eaten inch by inch by thousands of ants.

"His chest is full of wolfish ambitions. He prostrates by your side, and all he wants is to seek power and usurp the throne! Not to mention that he uses you to avenge his superior position, but last night he openly wore a royal robe and galloped through the palace. Among them, this, how will he explain this matter!"

It turned out that it was for this matter, and this matter was just a blunt knife. After years of torture, it did not kill him.

Ji Zheng was panting slightly like someone who had been rescued from drowning, "Teacher calm down, I can do this... um..." The ending sound drifted away abruptly.

Grand Tutor Zhao didn't hear anything strange, and he scolded angrily on his own: "Poor my servants half of Dayan were blindfolded by his hypocritical appearance, lost their orthodoxy, and are willing to follow beasts that are inferior to humans and animals!"

[Beast! 】

Ji Zheng turned her head and glared at him resentfully, the corners of her eyes were so red that tears couldn't wash them away.

Ming Ci Yue squinted his eyes halfway, as if nothing had happened, his expression was indifferent and a little loose, only his hand was still moving——

The hand that used to hold the knife all year round had slender fingers, clear bones, rough palms and wounds, especially the calluses on the inner side of the thumb, which rubbed maliciously and rubbed back and forth.

Ji Zheng clenched her lower lip and forced herself to ignore it, "King Jing is upright and upright, he is someone that Dayan Chaotang can entrust. Well, the post of Regent is not because he uses me, but because I voluntarily appoint him... ..."

That hand seemed to be able to predict his words in advance, as long as he wanted to speak up to defend King Jing, his movements would be restless for a moment.

As the offensive from that side became more and more frenzied, his words were fragmented, confused, and he paused for a long time.

"You said the regent... what's wrong?" Taifu Zhao frowned, stretched his neck, and couldn't hear clearly.He only thinks that the Holy One is depressed, and even his voice is so sick and hoarse at the moment.

"Others don't know, but I can see it. On the surface, you flog and indifference your uncle, but in private, you never say anything that is not aimed at him... What I say is not good, it's not because of relatives, does he treat you as a nephew?" , why bother?"

"Last night, last night, that clothes, that imperial robe, I can..." The Holy Majesty seemed to be annoyed by his words, one by one, he pulled it higher and higher, out of breath, and then he took a deep breath. tone.

Just when Master Zhao was so frightened that he wanted to go over to check it out, he heard the young man crying, "Get out!"

With a bang, the jade pillow was kicked out of the bed curtain, and several cracks were broken on the wooden floor.

After Li Ruhai got the order, he asked and dragged, and finally persuaded Zhao Taifu to leave the palace.

The messy hand also obediently rolled out this time.

The air in the hall was silent.

Ji Zheng was lying on his back on the couch, without a pillow, thousands of black silk scattered randomly, his chest heaved up and down violently, his eyes looked at the ceiling dimly and out of focus, and his thoughts drifted away.

After a while, a pair of dark eyes appeared in the field of vision. Ji Zheng raised his arm to cover his eyes, and raised his other hand lightly, and swung it into the air.

Mingci grabbed his slender wrist first, and poked his forehead, "Well, I have strength, sweating, and the fever is finally gone."

"Uncle Royal."

The young man took his hand away, tears welling in his eyes, "...Do you believe that there is anyone in this world who can see through other people's minds at a glance?"

The author has something to say: animals are not as good as animals, Mr. Zhao has unintentionally revealed the truth because he did not regard the Holy Master as his nephew.

I wrote this chapter early in the morning, but I fell asleep in the end. 55555 is going to be late, and there should be more updates in the early morning tonight.