I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

Ming Ci Yue's movements of clutching his wrist were a little stiff, his expression was unnatural for a moment, and he was slightly lost in thought.

When he came back to his senses, he fixed his eyes on the holy majesty, watching the boy's hands linger on his flawless body, sliding down from the heart to the stomach, to the lower abdomen.

【From here...to here, being seen through, pierced through. 】

Ming Ci Yue heard it again, and through the sound and beating of his heart, he could very skillfully judge that the Holy Majesty was still in a daze at this time, soaked wet by the aftermath of lust, and the question just now was probably just a casual one, but brain.

So he replied with a normal expression: "I don't believe it, it's just absurd words, the Holy Majesty is the Nine-Five Sovereign, who can see through Linglong's thoughts."

Ji Zheng frowned slightly, "...I didn't say it was me." Before he could finish speaking, Ming Ciyue kissed her.

Ji Zheng turned his head subconsciously, but he was supported by his jaw first, gently forced to pry open his white teeth, and drove in, temporarily dispelling his remaining doubts.

So, will the male favorite and the monarch do these things, clean up, stay in bed, dissipate heat, hug and kiss.

In addition to normal needs, what is the remaining dangerous tenderness that crosses the border?

He thought seriously, polluting the moonlight, feeding the forbidden. As an emperor, he did it for the first time in his life. No one taught him, and he had no experience. It was inevitable that he did something wrong, maybe he mistook something for love.

Opening your eyes while kissing is like breaking some unwritten rule.It was the first time that Ji Zheng secretly opened a slit at such a time, but he met those obsidian eyes in the dark, staring at him silently without blinking, without any shame in avoiding being discovered.

It turns out that some people keep their eyes open all the time when they kiss, and they don't talk about Wude.

So, slowly, five slender and strong fingers penetrated between his fingers, and the cool wind poured in, leading him to slowly close them.

...why hold hands? !To make him panic and watch him flee in embarrassment?

What identity did Ming Ci Yue use to hold his hand?Courtier, uncle or male favourite?

If it is said that Ji Zheng had such a little bit of charming thought before, it was completely wiped out in the storm that swept the court and quickly brought down the two generals of the enemy——Ming Ciyue is not a shallow bay pool , that is obviously an abyss he doesn't understand.

Just now, no matter how deep and intimate they are on the couch, Ji Zheng can still be cold-hearted, as if fighting a war, the more pain the better.At this moment, when he was touched by the tip of his finger, he felt hopeless and wanted to cry.

Ji Zheng's throat suddenly tightened, and even his lungs felt the pain of shortness of breath. He wanted to escape in embarrassment, but he lingered on the little bit of temperature.

certainly not.

He is obviously so easy to see through, at least at this moment, he is naked, and so is his heart.Ji Zheng thought to herself.

After that day, the winter was coming to an end, the dawn was getting earlier and earlier, and the long night left for them was getting shorter and shorter.The ambiguous act of holding hands seems to be a big mistake for Ming Ciyue, at least it didn't happen again in the following nights.

However, Mingciyue still has a delicate patience and endurance in certain things.His "wolf ambition" seems to have been completely exposed, and he can't hide in front of Ji Zheng. Even if the palace door is locked and the windows are closed every night, he still has a way to visit the door on time, relying on the emperor to dare not call the guards The palace man bowed pretentiously, lowered his head and said "I'm sorry".

Uncle Huang explained to him personally, if he doesn't go to court properly, he will go to .chuang.

He was forcibly instilled with many things that cannot be cleaned up, such as the border situation of all parties, people's livelihood in various places, and the outline of governing the country.The scriptures that the minister was going to play the next day would basically teach him the countermeasures the night before. After a long time of teaching, he would pause from time to time and ask him a few questions, forcing him to think about the government order himself.

At this time, Ji Zheng had to bury his head in the quilt, bit his lip and hold back his voice, frantically recalling the plot, thinking of those moments in the original book where the main character went to court, he even suspected that this was the part omitted by the garbage author Only then will he let him think, move and complete by himself as a salted fish.

If the salted fish is killed, it will die. If the salted fish is turned over and over again, it will be cooked until it is charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

Fake private aid!

The next day, the civil and military officials debated endlessly in the Qianying Hall, and when they cast their expectant eyes on the regent, the regent bowed respectfully and looked up at him slightly.

Ji Zheng sat on the dragon chair with a straight face, and looked at the humble and gentle eyes, his legs were soft under the heavy brocade robe, and he trembled slightly like a conditioned reflex. The decrees and measures were memorized.

Even if it is the same decree, if it is said by the ignorant and inexperienced young and delicate Xiaosheng with white eyes and white eyes, it will always lose some meaning.Most of the party supporting Mingciyue are upright young speech officials, these days they are more and more fearless of death, facing these decrees in court, they can't wait to go around in front of King Jing and say, "Blink if your highness is kidnapped! "

The old loyal ministers on Ji Zheng's side obviously didn't believe him very much, they didn't say a word, and looked at the emperor with a strange love, for fear that supporting the edict and slapping his face would come too soon, and he would be questioned and ridiculed by the other party's party too much , not too anxious, a few old bones opened their mouths——

"Don't talk nonsense, we did not interfere with the wise decision of the Holy One."

"It's okay to discuss the government order friendly, but what does it mean to attack the court order?"

"Stay away from the Holy One's private affairs, just care about the Holy One's government affairs, and presumptuously speculate on what the Sacred Heart should be guilty of."

"Bloody spitting! We are naturally serving Dayan as a saint. I don't know who you are barking for, how much money you have collected from others, tell us, and everyone who has money can earn it together."

It's just a matter of writing "swearing at the righteous master, don't make followers" written on his face.

Ji Zheng: "?"

Ji Zheng: "Where is the royalist party that we agreed to, old fan circles."

Ming Ciyue didn't intend to smooth things over for him, so Ji Zheng could only scold the minister for throwing things and get angry.But once those decrees were enforced, they would take effect immediately, and the courtiers would look at the Holy Majesty differently the next day, and the audience fell into a strange silence at the same time.No one dared to praise Liuxu out loud, and no one dared to admit his mistakes and slap himself.

They are all guessing whether Xiaosheng's talent like this is born heroic or cultivated. He has hidden it for so long, hidden it so well, and used childish arrogance as a cover. Those who have been knocked down are willing to reveal a little bit.

If so... everything makes sense.On the surface, the Holy One planned to use the hands of King Jing to remove the traitors, but in fact reached an agreement with him, promising him the vacancy of the regent.

So far, those who rebelled against him have not had a good end.

Compared with the previous small fights of kicking people and throwing things, it is obvious that this is the real wrath of the emperor, "Millions of dead bodies, bleeding for thousands of miles".

The people were so embarrassed that they dared not speak.

So far, all the courtiers of Dayan have worshiped at the feet of a little tyrant who is still under twenty, fearful and respectful.

Only one person in the whole court dared to raise his head at this moment, and Ji Zheng was easily distracted by those eyes.

Relying on the fact that no one dared to look at him, Ming Ci raised his head upwards, hooked the corners of his lips, smiled gently, pointed to his Adam's apple which was exposed to the air, and motioned for Xiao Sheng to go up.

Ji Zheng was taken aback for a moment, and all of his aura suddenly went out. He felt guilty and leaned back on the back of the chair, pulling up his outer cloak and wrapping it tightly tightly.

It was just ravaged and ravaged there last night, and the red marks couldn't be covered up no matter how much makeup was put on.

But when he raised his hand, he paused again, there was clearly a fiery red fox collar around it, there was no see-through eye, and he couldn't see even a bit of skin.

He went to look at Ming Ciyue again, the man still raised his lips, blinked his eyes as if nothing had happened, and smiled even more.

Flirt openly.

Ji Zheng made a mouth shape, with a cold face, and silently scolded him, then turned his head and hid half of his face under the fox collar. Shake gently.

wantonly ambiguous.

Ji Zheng couldn't stand it anymore.

Fortunately, this kind of day did not last for a few days. The New Year's Eve is really here. If it follows Dayan's customary etiquette and laws, the Spring Festival will be closed for five days. From the beginning, if you want an official, you have to bring your family members into the palace to kneel and pay respects, and have a meal and receive gifts.The entire palace city is usually noisy and bustling until the afternoon, and the evening to late night is the time for the emperor, concubines, and relatives inside and outside the palace to reunite for the festival.

The more Ming Ci is, the more he will not be so ignorant that he has to toss him on the eve of New Year's Eve.

After midnight at night, he hurried to the outside of the palace, the South Palace Gate was in front of him, but he temporarily took a detour to the North Palace Gate, this time he had to pass through the Yanfu Hall.

Ever since in order to guard against him, the door of Yanfu Palace has been locked tightly every night, and the windows are closed tightly, but he breaks in, those old locks don't know how to replace them with new ones, they hang there pretendingly, lonely one.

It was midnight, but the lights in the hall hadn't been turned off yet, and the flickering candlelight outlined a human figure with his chin resting on the paper window.

Ming Ciyue's footsteps involuntarily paused, his frowning brows relaxed, he habitually took a step towards that side, then retreated belatedly, lowered his head, and left the place as if fleeing.

In the second half of the night, he temporarily stayed in the dusty Zhengyue Mansion, and when it was dawn, he rode his horse and whipped all the way to the outside of the city gate. During major festivals, the city gate is always heavily guarded.

"Open the door!" Before the guard could question him, Ming Ciyue shouted loudly, his voice was not as gentle as the wind in the past, it pierced through the sand and rocks, and revealed its sharp edges and corners.

The cloak was swept into the winter hunting wind along with the horse's mane. In his left hand, he was holding a black and blue token. On the token, there were a tiger and a lion on the left and right, baring their teeth and claws, viciously.

The guards were a little embarrassed. They just wanted to say that even relatives of the emperor should not leave the city without an imperial decree at the end of this year.And when the black horse was approaching, the man stared at it, it was broken, and it was engraved with "Jinguo Yuling" on it!

The Holy Majesty is not here, seeing this order is like meeting the Holy Majesty.

"Open the door! Open the door quickly!" The little guard waved hurriedly as he ran towards the city gate.

Before he could get there, the black horse galloped past him on the mud, without a pause, like a sharp sword cutting through the crack of the door, and went straight to the outskirts of the city.

"Your Majesty doesn't keep the prince with you during the New Year, so what is he doing out of the capital..."

Ming Ci Yue didn't listen to those gossips, and ran along the path for two miles before he stopped after leaving the city gate.Looking from afar, there is a line of clouds and snow, and the light of the sun is behind the sea of ​​clouds. The mountain gorge between the Biluo Cangshan Mountains is called Yueyun Pass. After passing through that pass, it is the West Six Continents, which is the weakest barrier of the Great Swallow. , facing the West Desert far away, only a thin line separated them.

Farewell to Yueyun Pass is the origin of his name and the home of his parents.

Only those whose relatives are alive will celebrate New Year’s Eve as a reunion day, unlike him, who do not have this blessing.

His father died on the battlefield in response to the edict, his mother returned to Beijing to plead guilty, and died of anger on the way. The mansion of his hometown in Wuzhou, Jiangnan has long been sealed off.

It stands to reason that the Ming family is a criminal minister, and his bones should be destroyed without leaving any legacy, and the bones should not be returned to the ancestral home.At that time, the young man of seventeen or eighteen, as soon as he returned to Beijing and became king after his meritorious deeds, he committed a crime against the wind. He managed to collect some of his parents' relics and built an inconspicuous Clothes Tomb at the place facing the Yueyun Pass with his back to the capital.

Buried on the side of the broken road, under the dead tree.

In previous years, during the feast in the palace, he was strictly guarded from morning to night, and he was never given the slightest chance to slip out of the palace, unlike this year.

It's been ten years, even if it's a blood feud, the ridiculous thing is that he can't even remember where he was buried.

Ming Ciyue walked back and forth along the path for a long time, and finally reined in his horse by a long pavilion.The long pavilion faces the capital city and faces Yueyun Pass, just as the rising sun breaks through the clouds and sprinkles in evenly from the east.

"This is……"

He got off his horse and stood outside the pavilion, not daring to take a step forward.

"The tomb of Mrs. Ming, the king of Nanwujing, the king of Nanwujing, the great general Yingqi in the imperial capital", "...the tomb of Mrs. Xu ordered by the second rank of Ying Anzheng in the capital".

His first reaction was that the court found out? !When was it discovered, and nothing was said and no punishment was given? !Seeing that the stele has taken on a new look, I feel relieved and understand it clearly.

The words engraved on the stele are really familiar. It can't be said that it is dignified and elegant, but it is really upright, and every stroke is very careful.

Speaking of which, his name was written on the railings of pavilions and waterside pavilions, calling him "Bright Moon".

He sat quietly in the long pavilion for a while, and an old woman with a basket wobbled in the distance. She wiped the stele with ease, cleared the weeds, and placed some flowers and fruits. This time she raised her head and squinted. Squinting and noticing Ming Ci Yue.

"You also came to worship? You are quite young, and you look fresh."

"Yeah." Mingci responded softly, his voice softened, "How long has this been built, and many people come?"

"Not long ago, about half a month later, the imperial court suddenly sent officials here to take away the coffin, saying that the old general Ming overturned the case and received the seal. From now on, it will be enshrined in the royal ancestral hall. A pavilion will be built here as a coffin. Sacrifice, for the surrounding people who have received the favor of the Ming family to come and worship from time to time."

"The people who have been favored by the Ming family can be found in the villages hundreds of miles outside the city. In fact, which one is not Man Dayan? We discuss it, and those who live nearby will come and visit from time to time, so as not to let the two elders be lonely."

By accident, Ming Ci Yue asked: "Doesn't General Ming still have a son..."

"Son?" The old woman was stunned for a moment, then smiled suddenly, "Oh, the little general who erected the monument was really his son."

"It's strange to say that it's been almost ten years, and he still looks exactly the same as when I saw him in Seventeen Eighteen. Looks like a general. The little general is really a dutiful son, that’s right. He offered incense to the elders of his family, kowtowed, wiped away his tears, and called his parents, saying that he had done everything he should do, and that the Holy Majesty treated him very well. Alright, I won't waste my loyalty anymore..."

【"Father, mother, loyal to the emperor and patriotic, clearing the emperor's side, eliminating treacherous ministers, I have done everything that should be done, the enmity has been settled and the grudge has been avenged, I am worthy of the Yan, worthy of the court, and worthy of being called a prince by others. I couldn't bear it back then. Saving the late emperor caused your reputation to be delayed by nearly ten years, there are some things... I couldn't do it back then, and I can't do it now, I know you will understand..."

"The new Holy Majesty treats me very well. I am no longer a trusted slanderer who spoils my loyal courtiers. I live in harmony with the Holy Majesty and live in peace and harmony. I assist him and only talk about business. I have never done any bad things that are unconscionable and contrary to ethics. , I hope you can rest assured... bless Dayan with prosperity and prosperity, the Holy One is safe and happy, and retires as soon as possible..."

"Oh no, forget it, don't worry about the Holy One, just look at your own son more, let him, no, let me wake up early, make meritorious deeds, start a family and start a business, and complete the unfinished business..."]

Mingci lowered his head, as if he could see the flying dust in the sun, and a little boy in his childhood black armor, standing solemnly in front of the monument and calling his parents.

"Old General Ming, the current Ninth Five-Year Supreme has already visited you, do you know..."

Ming Ciyue only stood there for a moment, then suddenly woke up, thanked the old woman, quickly got on his horse, and galloped back to Beijing.

It's not yet noon, and the family banquet in the palace is in the evening. At this time, it's too late to rush back.

The setting sun pierced through his back armor later, it took nearly four hours to go there, and only three full hours to run back. It was still in the afternoon, he threw the reins of the horse in front of the stables in the palace, and before he had time to tie the horse, he went to Yanzhou. Fu Dian ran.

Why is he in such a hurry, I guess the palace banquet at noon is not over yet, the Holy Majesty will still be that Holy Majesty, and he won't run away, but he, like an underage boy, panicked.

What on earth is he so anxious about...

Strangely, the palace was very quiet, and there were not many waiters, let alone a grand palace banquet.

Ming Ciyue stopped at the gate of Yanfu Hall, he ran somewhat in a panic, probably never had such a moment of sweating and disheveled hair.

He straightened his temple hair, straightened his cuffs, stared at the courtyard door again, stretched out his hand and retracted it, just stood like this, standing not far from the Holy Majesty, the expression on his face was softened down.

"What is the prince looking at at the door? There are flowers on the door?" Chang Qing walked by with a tray filled with fabrics, "The Holy One is inside, and he didn't go anywhere today, won't someone tell him to go in and have a look?"

Ming Ci returned to his senses in an instant, flattened the corners of his lips, and returned to his usual calm, "No need to report, I'll just wait here and wait for the Holy Master to finish his work."

"What is there to be busy with?" Chang Qing realized after finishing speaking, "Your Highness means a palace banquet? This year, he said that it would not be held, and a few sporadic officials who flattered and gave gifts have all been sent home. Said, the king is like a father, and telling them to take the gifts back to honor their parents is to pay New Year's greetings to the Holy One. Several ministers who brought beauties and maidservants into the palace were so angry that they blew their beards and stared..."

After Chang Qing finished laughing, she asked cautiously: "Could it be possible that the lord went to Yanfu Hall to find some maids and sisters? But most of them also received the grace to go home and reunite."

"I'm not looking for a palace lady, I'm looking for a saint..." Ming Ci Yue paused and asked, "Why did you say that?"

The girl Chang Qing had a delicate mind, and she had such an expression on her face, "It's all written on her face, even in her eyes. The prince will know it when he looks in the mirror."

On his face, what was written on his face, and what was written in his eyes.

Mingci raised his hand hesitantly, and touched the side of his face.

He can hear the Sacred Heart just by looking at each other, but he has never read himself.

What are you thinking about yourself?So obvious, so ridiculous...

"Go to her quickly, don't let the girl wait for the big festival." Chang Qing blinked, pushed open the courtyard door, and cleverly left a gap for Mingci Yue.

In the crack of the door, in a flash, there was the silhouette of the emperor, so pale that it intertwined with the snow.

The thick black and yellow dragon robe on his body was a little precarious, and he held a Tang lady in his hand, with his thin chin tucked between the fiery red neck, making him look even more frail.

The Son of Heaven climbed up the steps before the snow-fallen dragon carving pill. The plum blossoms in the side hall were in bloom, and he broke them roughly just now.He doesn't want anyone to help and serve him, and the attendants are happy to watch over this uncertain Lord from a distance.

Mingci took a step forward and walked into the main entrance. Looking at the still picture, he didn't hear much about what the little emperor was thinking. He is the greatest sufferer in the world.

No one is allowed to approach, the back is always lonely, growing up alone in the deep palace, guarding the huge and silent golden palace dragon chair, hiding himself, carrying the disgusting infamy, and shouldering the inherent responsibility that cannot be shaken off , to take up this world that is not very friendly to him.

In fact, His Majesty's voice was never irritable or angry, he was a bit more rascal than an adult, and a bit more shrewd and mature than a young man.

If he can't hear it, I'm afraid he won't have the chance to understand it, guess it...

There are fifteen counties and twenty cities in Dayan's world, and there are 20 households in the capital. If there is no one who can solve the problem and pull him out from under the cumbersome and embellished golden robe, then this person can't be more pitiful.

The person who was born on the snow was his sage, his belief in gods, and even more so, his unspeakable desires, which were dirty and sinful.

Ming Ci Yue just wanted to step forward and call out to the Holy One, when he saw his former relative Yang Si stumbled out from nowhere, holding some kind of branch in his hand, and approached him with a smirk on his face.

Xiaosheng stopped a step, took the branch, and looked down at him, as if talking about something, showing both kindness and majesty, with added dignity, really putting on the airs that a king of a country should have.

The state banquet is no longer held, but there are still family banquets.

Ming Ci Yue stopped, his smile dropped, he looked at his empty hands, thought for a while, and then quietly retreated out.

Ji Zheng looked at Yang Si and laughed. He was so tired of the fat accumulated on his cheeks, and there were signs of rushing up during lunch, so he took a branch and slapped him on his back twice.

Yang Si accepted it with a smile, thinking that this was the meaning of the sage's closeness, but who knew that the sage said, "If you don't guard Lingnan, what are you doing when you return to Beijing? Where did you get the branches? Lingnan native products?"

"Yes, yes, there is a kind of sacred tree called the fortune tree in the minister's office. It is planted in the palace to bless the Holy Majesty and Dayan to be safe and sound. It is amazing."

Since the decline of the Empress Dowager, their relatives have fallen into power and were dispatched to guard in remote areas. They are poor and miserable.Going back to Beijing for the banquet before the festival has already wiped out all the family wealth, so there is no money to prepare any generous gifts.

"...Did you lie to your father?! I just broke down from the side hall and planted the wintersweet branches in the back of the house, and you poked them out for me, saying that they are Lingnan specialties!" Ji Zheng became more and more angry, and his mood today has no reason. It was very bad, so I smoked it a few more times, "If you don't give away the gold, silver and treasures, borrowing flowers to present Buddha would be a waste of education, so I'll give it to you, please bear the thorns on your back and apologize."

Yang Si was also wronged. He heard that the Holy Majesty had changed his temper, and he didn't like treasures and favored arty, so he specially gave the branches. However, he remembered another recent rumor in the city... Yang Si plopped down on his knees and turned up With eyes fixed and eyebrows raised, he climbed up the branch little by little with his hand, and touched the fingertips of the Holy One.

Ji Zheng was taken aback, and took a small step back, "I love the people like a son, but I never pick up my son in the trash, and there is no red envelope for Chinese New Year this year, so you are just flirting with your father at your house?"

In terms of seniority, Yang Si can be regarded as one of his distant cousins ​​who have been separated for several generations. King Jing is not here today, maybe I can play something else with the Holy Master..."

Ji Zheng stopped talking, opened his eyes slightly, looked him up and down, and waved to Li Ruhai who was waiting by the side.

Li Ruhai ran over joltingly, wiped a dab on his neck knowingly, Yang Si tensed up suddenly, but saw the Holy One shook his head with a sad face.

Just as he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, he felt that His Majesty's hand moved down slowly to the position of the waist, making gestures left and right...,

When Yang Si was dragged away, he was still shouting loudly, "Ji Chaoming, what are you pretending to be, you go out and ask, no one in the capital knows about your crap, you have completely embarrassed the royal family... ..."

Ji Zheng took the handkerchief from the side, lowered her head and wiped her fingertips, threw the handkerchief away, turned around and walked a few steps into the hall before bumping into Chang Qing.The textile industry line that he entrusted to Chang Qing to manage was no longer useful as an assassin, but it was managed by Chang Qing in a hurry, and the business became bigger and bigger and more prosperous.

Ever since she was a concubine, she was sent home and scolded and looked down upon by her family, and she completely cut off contact with her family.The year after year was also the time when those trinkets were selling the best, so Chang Qing simply stayed in the palace as a supervisor.

Seeing him, Chang Qing jokingly said, "His Royal Highness King Jing just stood outside the door for a long time, with a look of concern on his face, and now he doesn't know who to accompany, and he can leave his nephew here alone."

"He should have gone to spend the New Year with his parents at home. It's normal to be in a bad mood. Let him be alone and don't bother him..." Ji Zheng lowered his head and touched the tip of his nose.

It's normal for Ming Ci to accompany his parents more, and he didn't move the tablet into the ancestral hall.But for some reason, Ji Zheng was always feeling unspeakably irritable and depressed.

Knowing that she accidentally touched the thread, Chang Qing backed away quietly, leaving only Ji Zheng with her hands behind her back, wandering around along the outer edge of the huge Yanfu Hall.

He has no relatives anymore.

There is still a home for Ming Ci Yue, but he can't even find a lonely grave where he can sit.

He hated New Year's Day, and it was the same in his previous life.The holidays were meant to remind him of this wandering spirit—how little connection he had with the world.

Except for the Yanfu Palace, lanterns were hung everywhere in the palace. At this time, dusk was over and the lights were just coming on. Lively night, just like a heaven and earth.

Ji Zheng avoided the sound of firecrackers and came to the backyard of Yanfu Hall. The most wonderful thing here is the little chef. When no one else is around, he can make some food that he really likes, without having to pretend so hard to follow the original owner's taste.

His steps stopped.

A table, two chairs, and two pairs of bowls and chopsticks were set up in the yard, facing the smoke from the kitchen's back window.

He has already greeted the palace people, there is no family banquet this year, and he will not stay in the palace, telling them to rest on their own.Unexpectedly, someone would dare to steal his small kitchen, occupy the magpie's nest, and hold a party desperately.

He was so jealous that he was going crazy, envious, even jealous to death of this pair of wild mandarin ducks who came from nowhere.

It is obvious that he is the master, he is even the master of the world, he can be punished, scolded, and thrown into prison.But he was as dingy as an uninvited guest, his eyes were fixed on the two pairs of bowls and chopsticks, and he was afraid that he would be discovered if he stayed for a long time, so he wanted to run away dingy.

There was a drizzling drizzle in my heart, wishing to extinguish all the fireworks and smoke.

"Are you back?" A deep voice was wrapped in the smell of hot oil and salt, full of fireworks, "Sit for a while, it will be fine in a while."

Ji Zheng rubbed his eyes in a trance, the fire beside the stove was flickering and dim, his uncle was not wearing a sword or armor, standing in a commoner clothes in the billowing smoke, taking care of the boiling water in the pot.

"Your Majesty?" Ming Ci Yue didn't hear his response, so he turned his face away distractedly, and looked at him through the window, "...there's no more spicy peppers, so the taste will be better?"

Only then was Ji Zheng pulled back to the world by this call.

This is the first time this world said "come back" to him.

He panicked, opened his mouth, didn't know what to answer, and felt that he was too stupid to stand still, and should go to set the tableware, but the tableware had been placed neatly by hand, and the table was not big but the table top was clean , in short, everything is well prepared, it really looks like a festive New Year picture.

There is only one pair of people missing, a pair of Bi people who are about to enter the painting.

He dropped the plum blossoms in his bosom, clutched the hem of his clothes tightly in his slightly wet palms, and sat on a chair, sitting upright, more serious than sitting upright on a dragon chair.

"Even the gods passing by in the sky will be attracted to the earth by this fragrance..."

Ming Ci Yue just happened to bring the food, and glanced at him with a smile, "Your Majesty's praise."

The whole table was filled with snacks from the south of the Yangtze River. They were cooked very lightly, and they were really not polite. They should be in line with the taste of my hometown.

Yurun glutinous rice balls with red flesh half exposed, smooth and slender rice noodles, sweet rice wine in the mouth.

Ji Zheng's hands were so slippery that he couldn't use his chopsticks, couldn't pick up rice noodles, and was afraid of exposing the glutinous rice balls, so he could only keep pouring wine.

"Don't get drunk tonight, there's still plenty of rice wine, and the days ahead will be long."

Ji Zheng put down the wine cup, and the tips of his ears turned red again from the sentence that Fang Changzui in the future.

They obviously had closer or even negative distance contact, and they were sitting face to face at this time, and when they were carrying the bowl, their two little fingers accidentally rubbed together, and Ji Zheng's chopsticks slipped again, suddenly feeling that he was really Almost burned by the heat.

People's hearts are probably greedy. After getting a body, they fall in love with this feeling of taking half a step back and sitting with clothes together.

"I went outside the city in the morning, but I didn't report it. It was to pay homage to my parents, and I hope the Holy Lord will forgive me..."

Ji Zheng said "Mmm" indifferently, "No need." He pricked up his ears but still stared at the bottom of the bowl, blowing on the soup one after another.

"I have seen those two steles. The words are good. I would like to thank the Holy Majesty on behalf of my father and mother."

Ji Zheng was vague: "It's a little effort, you're welcome."

"Then... Your Majesty is willing to call their parents, and I thank you on behalf of my parents?"

"It's a little effort, there's no need...cough." Ji Zheng coughed suddenly, and the sweet and greasy wine flowed down his throat, choking him so much that he couldn't say a word.

The busier Ming Ci got up and crossed the table, followed his back, pushed the dried food in his own bowl to his hand, and picked up the wine cup to hold it far away.

"Take your time, don't rush."

"The holy majesty elevated my father's official position, added a title to him, and sealed the palace in Wuzhou so that the minister could leave the royal family while retaining the title of King Jing, and return to the clan. The throne is justified..."

This was an idea that Ji Zheng thought up for three days and three nights, and Ming Ci Yue guessed it thoroughly in an instant.

He hesitated for a long time, and said stiffly: "It's just considering that General Ming has countless military achievements, but he has been wronged for several years. The imperial court should give him some compensation."

"Get married and start a family in a legitimate way, and complete the unfinished business." Ming Ci added the second half of the sentence calmly and very slowly.

Who was he who could not justly marry when he was a member of the royal family, and could only marry when he left the palace.

The slightly flowing noodle soup reflected the silhouette of the person behind him, as well as the fireworks that illuminated half the sky.

Suddenly, Ji Zheng doesn't hate fireworks and cooking smoke anymore. It seems that he can try to blend in for the rest of his life and become a part of the beauty.

"It is what the Ming family deserves to be cleared of grievances. It is Dayan who owes you. Today I will make up for you on Dayan's behalf, and the past will be erased." Ji Zheng took a light breath, calmed down his trembling, "But, other than that, can I trust you, the emperor has nothing to hide from me...?"

Ming Ci Yue didn't answer, just held his hand on the table behind him, looked at the outline of the young man's brows and eyes in the noodle soup, and said for a long while, "Don't call me Huang Shu tonight, the Holy Majesty calls me goodbye." Well, I want to hear it."

"Don't call him Uncle Huang anymore?" Ji Zheng was stunned, "What does Uncle Huang want to hear..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he lowered his head so much that he wished he could plunge into the bowl to cool off.

"Take your time, Your Majesty, don't be in a hurry." Mingci Yue didn't laugh at his clumsiness, but said gently, "The future will last forever."

They still have a long time, they spend a long time together, and they can't use up the sweet and sweet titles of lovers in the world, and this is the meaning of staying together forever.

When Chang Qing came over, the two of them had already sat down in their seats, eating and drinking side by side.

On a disc table that is not too big or too small, the chairs of two people are close to the same side, and the bowls and chopsticks are against the bowls and chopsticks, leaving 80.00% of the round surface empty.

She tilted her head and looked at it for a long time, always feeling weird, but she couldn't see what the problem was.

"It just so happens that His Majesty and His Highness are both here." Chang Qing smiled and presented the tray, "This is the best-selling set of men's shirts these days. It looks ordinary and is everywhere on the street. It might be a bit shabby for you two. But the servant girl thought, maybe the Holy Majesty wants to go out of the palace to play?"

She quickly added: "There is no curfew in the city tonight, it should be the busiest time..."

The busiest moment... Ji Zheng's heart moved slightly, and he hooked Uncle Gou's finger with his tightly held hands under the table, and raised his other hand to touch the dress.

It is said to be "ordinary shabby", but after all, it is also a finished product from the textile assembly line in the palace. It is specially used for the Goulan cottages and rich families in the capital, and silk brocades are not shabby.

"There are also bamboo fans and kits, a set as a gift?" Ji Zheng took them out from the bottom of the tray while talking and laughing.He opened the fan and shook it casually.

But Chang Qing suddenly said "ah", and quickly knelt down to plead guilty, "I must have taken it wrong, this one doesn't look like an accessory for this suit, Your Majesty forgive me."

After seeing the pattern on the fan, Ji Zheng also blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed and at a loss.

The pictures on the fan are exquisitely written and the content is fragrant. A tall, thin man with fair complexion is on the top, with a yellow coat half hanging between his arms, which barely blocks the spring scenery below him. There is a slender calf, and if you carefully identify it, you can still see that it is also a man's leg.

Some of the clothes were originally intended to be sold in Goulan tile houses. The folk customs in the Great Yanjing City are open, and the pictures of secret operas drawn on the fan can only be called fun, and the folks are more exposed. It's really nothing.

What's more, if you take it wrong, you take it wrong, and you can't blame it anymore. I don't know what kind of ecstasy clothes this fan is equipped with.