I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

Ming Ci Yue looked at the person in his arms who raised his head and looked at him with hazy eyes. He lowered his head, wanting to respond to the eyes with practical actions, but saw the person push himself away reservedly and stood staggeringly. stable.

Ji Zheng: ...

Ming Ci Yue: ...

Ji Zheng: "Emperor... Marshal, you also come to the bathhouse to take a bath?"

Ming Ci Yue: ...

Just as he was about to call out to His Majesty, his words changed again, "You raise your head."

Ji Zheng's movements stopped, her whole body tensed up, she pressed the brim of her hat, then pressed it again, raised her eyes slightly, poked her eyes out from the shadows, and carefully met Ming Ciyue's eyes.

Ming Ci Yue heard it clearly now, 【"Fortunately, it's a bit late, if I happen to meet you in the bathhouse, and take off this clothes, you will definitely be recognized by the emperor."】

This kind of words definitely cannot be said without two or two strong wines, but if there are two appetizers, it is impossible.

The Holy Majesty didn't say a word, and traveled thousands of miles to the barracks in disgrace, dressed up as a little eunuch in an attempt to deceive and test himself, and drank so much alcohol in his absence that he was about to strip naked with others and go into the bathhouse without warning.

If I was a quarter of an hour late, I'm afraid I would have to go in and pick up Xiaosheng from a bunch of naked, rough men.

Mingci frowned more and suppressed his anger.

"What did you call me?"

Ji Zheng simply called out again: "Marshal."

His brain was completely muddled by the wine, he didn't realize what happened at all, and he was still performing his own performance, but... why did Mingci look more and more at a little attendant? Hot, with a bit of anger, but as if it wanted to burn him naked.

Ji Zheng only heard Ming Ci raised his voice and said: "Since you still know that this is a military camp, then do you know what crime should be for playing in the military camp at night?"

Ji Zheng was flustered and dazed, he was a high and mighty emperor, when had he ever been subjected to such severe interrogation, and he had never had the chance to see this side of the emperor's uncle's treatment of his subordinates.

Seeing Ming Ci Yue walking towards the back of the tent with his hands under his hands, he knew he had made a mistake and followed obediently.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they walked to the back of the tent, they were crushed on top of the tent. The figures of the two of them were stacked together, pressing the soft tent cloth into a big human shape. , you will be able to find how red and yin. extravagant that shape is.

"What's the crime, huh?"

Ming Ciyue's aura enveloped and outflanked him from both sides. The faint ink and rosin that he used to wear when he was in the palace disappeared. Now it is a familiar yet unfamiliar smell, the smell of the desert, the dry and warm wind, sand and rocks, accompanied by There was a faint lingering smell of blood.

Closing his eyes, Ji Zheng almost felt that he was face to face with a wolf, a very hungry wolf.

He was leaning back as hard as he could, but his legs were viciously separated, and the tent cloth behind him couldn't find a support point, and he couldn't support it after a while, and a thin layer of sweat broke out all over his body.

Soon, a big hand fu. came up, slipping in from under the dirty eunuch uniform, exposing the skin to the dry and cold desert air, and to the claws of the wolf's claws.

Uncle Huang's thumb was so dry, it seemed that deep and shallow holes had been cracked along the texture of the callus.

Almost instantly, Ji Zheng raised his head like an electric shock, and gasped.

"Or...what is the crime of taking off your clothes in front of a group of soldiers?"

Ji Zheng immediately argued: "But this is a bathhouse, don't they..."

"I'm asking you, don't worry about others!"

Hearing this, Ji Zheng suddenly realized that something was wrong, as if struck by lightning, ignoring the pain coming from his lower back, his brain spun rapidly, and a feeling of being betrayed slowly rose.

Mingci Yue clearly did not recognize him yet, and behind his back, he used his privileges to bully men and women at will in the barracks, and robbed him by force.

The emperor's uncle is so much older than him, and his physical energy is at its peak, so it is impossible to have no needs, and the emperor's uncle in the bed was almost purely to please him, so he stopped going deep, let alone satisfying himself demand.

Why?Because the uncle habitually steals food behind his back?In the barracks, in the palace, how many young boys and girls with handsome features would be punished and threatened for such and other mistakes just like him, maybe that Wu Ying who fed the horse just now had also...

The hotness of Ji Zheng's whole body seemed to be frozen, and his body was as stiff as a piece of cold wood. His brain paralyzed by alcohol subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and it was still hard to believe that Ming Ci was like this in a place he could not see.

Ming Ciyue buried his head in his shoulder and neck, never touching him, and said lightly, "Take off your clothes."

Ji Zheng gritted her teeth behind the weft of the hat, "No."

Ming Ciyue seemed to chuckle, and then Ji Zheng heard the sound of clothes falling off, and the cloak representing the supreme commander of the army was untied, put on his single clothes, and put the two bodies together. covered in.

Thinking of what was about to happen soon, Ji Zheng felt even more uncomfortable. He lowered his voice and said in a low voice, "Aren't you afraid that I will sue and expose you in the future?"

Ming Ciyue only stopped for a moment, looked at him under the brim of his hat, squinted his eyes threateningly, and said slowly: "This is a military camp, and I am the commander-in-chief."

"Then I will go back to the imperial court and report to the Holy Majesty, begging him to uphold justice!"

Ming Ci Yue seemed to be amused by him: "Well... you can try."

Ji Zheng closed her eyes in despair.The most painful thing is that he knows that even if he resists and opposes in his heart at this moment, after a while, just a few kisses, this body will rot into a puddle of spring water and melt in the night.

That was already a surrendered response carved into the depths.

The rustling sound of the clothes of the two of them was chaotic and piercing in the silent desert where only the howling wind was left.Suddenly, from behind Ji Zheng, in the room separated only by a thin tent cloth, there was a sound of footsteps accompanied by the laughter and nonsense of several people, which made him bounce off the tent and landed in the arms of the man.

This is still a barracks, and it is still in the wild, and the wind and sand are wandering wantonly on the bare skin.Thousands of people were stationed in this place alone, and there were constant patrols at night. Anyone who came over with a lantern would see two men huddling together, their clothes hanging on their toes and down to their shoulders, lingering and entangled.

Fortunately, this is a corner where the moonlight can't peep.

The emperor kindly leaned into his ear and told him: "Don't panic, if you don't resist, nothing will happen."

There seemed to be soldiers fighting in the room, and someone laughed and scolded: "What the hell are the two men doing?"

Ji Zheng tensed up and lost her teeth. She grunted in pain, and the two separated panting.

Ji Zheng took the opportunity to turn his face away, and only listened to the few people in the room continue to talk, "Our military camp doesn't like this, so the commander-in-chief will punish them all, just like the pair from the third battalion last time..."

"You know what. I heard that there was no punishment. The commander personally transferred one of them to the fifth battalion, and the other stayed in the third battalion."

Ji Zheng was distracted, and his brain began to ponder why Mingci Yue did this in the chaos. He obviously couldn't be a man who hated men. Knowing the law and breaking the law, he took advantage of his privileges.

The soldiers in Ming Ci Yue Ren were discussing, obviously not thinking there, and began to peel off his coat on their own, throwing a whole set of dirty eunuch uniforms on the sand.

"Speaking of which, has the sage replied to the letter that the commander-in-chief instructed to send to the capital?"

"Which one?"

"Hey, the letter that specifically reported the emperor's uncle's injury, insisted on writing the injury of a horse so clearly, the commander dictated it, and I was not allowed to change a single word."

"No wonder... Jingzhong sent several letters asking how the commander-in-chief's injury was. It was confusing, and we didn't know how to reply."

Ming Ci Yue: ...

Ji Zheng:? ?

He seemed to understand half understood, and raised his head in bewilderment.

The two fell into an awkward silence together.

Ji Zheng just wanted to move his body, but the next moment, he felt the cloak tightening on his body, and he was turned over, and he was firmly protected into the man's arms.

Several water basins behind him fell to the ground one after another, crashing.

"Big, handsome..."

"Go in, don't come out." The man's voice was not in a hurry, but he gave the order majestically.

Several people fled across the road, raised the curtain and ran back.

Ji Zheng was still shivering in the man's arms, but he heard the voice above his head say: "Wait a minute, pass it on. The Holy Majesty is coming to the barracks, and the Royal Commander personally marched to boost the morale of the army. Bring the Holy Majesty's armor to my tent."

"Yes, yes, go get it now."

... Your Majesty?

Ji Zheng's whole body twitched, completely sober, his forehead twitched wildly.

The sooner Ming Ci recognized him, when did he recognize him and still tease him?

Mingci Yue wrapped him in a cloak, and walked towards the commander's camp as if nothing had happened, with countless soldiers stopping to say hello to him along the way, Ming Ciyue nodded in response.

Ji Zheng's anger didn't hit one place, and it wasn't easy to explode on the spot, so he had to hold back his anger and wait for him to close the curtain.

The temperature in the tent was abnormally high, and it was baked into a fragrant and gorgeous color by the fire.

"Your Majesty?" Ming Ci Yue smiled, half knelt down and lowered his head to call him, and moved forward to touch his hand.

"Master, you're welcome." Ji Zheng put on a cold face, shook off his hand, turned around, undressed all the way, and walked all the way to the bathtub placed aside.

There were not many clothes left on his body, but he casually threw them at his feet, which intensified the warm atmosphere in the room.

It was a body that was as clean as jade without any blemishes, it was dyed pink by the warm wine, and the pink color came out from under the thin layer of skin.

Ming Ciyue followed the body with his gaze, watching him submerge into the water, his black hair spreading like seaweed.

When the Holy Majesty turned his head to look at him, he immediately lowered his gaze, followed him, and said softly: "The Holy Majesty traveled from the capital to the frontier, the majestic Ninth Five-Year Supreme, but deliberately condescended to dress up like a father-in-law, so that I am flattered."

Ji Zheng knew that he was embarrassed and justified, so he buried his head in the water, only showing his eyes, and spit out a string of bubbles after a while.

Ming Ciyue sighed again: "I prepared hot water in the tent for the Holy Majesty, but the Holy Majesty went to the bathhouse with them. If I go one step later, the Holy Majesty will take off his clothes and be honest with them like now." See you."

Ji Zheng vomited another long string of bubbles.

Reluctantly, he stuck his head out of the water and argued, "They're all men, what's the matter with taking off their clothes?"

Ming Ci Yue got up from the bathtub after hearing that, without saying a word, he began to take off his outer armor, middle clothes, layer by layer, and the skin covered with countless horrific scars was exposed in front of his eyes again, one by one, Several newly added scars turned out the flesh and blood.

Ming Ci Yue said: "The minister is just a man."

With the light of the brazier, everything in front of my eyes was covered with a red veil, spinning.

Ji Zheng shrunk helplessly under the water, her eyelashes fluttered on the water surface, her ears were covered in haze, listening to her heartbeat coming from far away, being grabbed by someone fiercely and helplessly. Plop, plop, plop.

He seemed to hold his breath for a century, jumped out of the water like a smooth fry, and opened his mouth panting, "You are different."

You are different, you are not like them.

"I miss you so much."

In the next moment, his lips and tongue were caught by a scorching heat, swallowed, buried, and led him to fall backwards, falling into the light red sea of ​​spring tide, the sea water scrambled to overflow, and wet those clothes. , washed away their only shore.

Something slid inward along the pinna, and he murmured crazily, "I miss you so much, I miss you, I miss you..."

Miss you, want to see you.

Ji Zheng barely grabbed the edge of the basin and stuck his head out. He was lifted out of the water by the man, and he sighed silently with his head raised. He only had time to repeat the man's words softly, "I miss you too." Then he was dragged into the water again.

Here is the last oasis in the desert, the water holds them, kisses.

…………

In the camp commander's tent, on the narrow camp bed, the two slept on their sides next to each other.

Ji Zheng didn't fall asleep, and he didn't dare to turn over and get out of bed for fear of waking the uncle, so he had to maintain a posture all the time, his fingertips slowly crawled and walked along the newly added scar on his chest.

The scar is menacing, running across the left chest, only becoming slightly shallower where the ribs rise above the heart.

Ji Zheng knew that it was his breastplate that blocked the knife for the uncle.

"Sleep a little longer." Ming Ci Yue didn't open his eyes, but instead held his hand, saying in a deep voice.

Ji Zheng stretched out his hand and clasped his lower back, checking the scar repeatedly, "You know what, I was thinking all the way before I came here, if you hurt your leg, you can only sit and lie down for the rest of your life, so go back to the capital to replace it." I preside over the political affairs hall."

Ji Zheng's hand climbed up to his arm again, "If you hurt your arm and can no longer hold a sword, pen and ink, go to the horse farm at the foot of Beili Mountain and be the richest Bi Mawen."

"If you hurt your eyes, go to the Imperial College and be a teacher respected by everyone."

"If you hurt your head, go find a place to retire and be the most leisurely little landlord in the area, riding a little donkey..."

Mingci smiled more, "I remember, if you fall off the horse, you must hit the ground head first."

Ji Zheng feigned anger, and knelt against his lower abdomen under the quilt, "It's a good idea, you can't hurt anything!"

After saying this, both of them were silent.

If he is seriously injured... It's a pity that Mingci Yue is obviously covered in scars, but he still sticks here so that Ji Zheng can see him and hug him, but he can't take him away.

Ji Zheng's expression gradually became lonely, "...will it end?"

"Yes." Ming Ciyue replied, "Soon, Ximo is exhausted. We will go home after this battle is over."

Going home is not going back to Beijing, but going back to a place where he can stay together forever.

Ji Zheng thought about it very slowly, and muttered while thinking, "Then I have to let the Ministry of Rites start preparations when I go back. I will start from Yanfu Hall, three matchmakers, six hires, and eight sedan chairs to Zhengyue Mansion to meet you."

"However, you can no longer live in the palace in the few days before the ceremony. You got together before the marriage, and those old rotten people will have to talk about it when they know about it."

Mingci hummed vaguely, "There are still a few days..." The hand moved maliciously, "Can you bear it?"

Ji Zheng took a breath and slapped his hand away angrily, "What about the two soldiers from the third battalion they were talking about today, the two of them, the two men...you don't look like unreasonable people. "

Ming Ciyue stopped moving, opened his eyes, didn't look at him, looked at the top of the tent, and said lightly: "This is the rule, we separated for their own good. We have already injured more than [-] soldiers in this war. In the camp, if one is broken, the other will not be able to leave, and if you want to live, you can only live as a pair."

"Casualties can happen to anyone, every day, including me."

"If, when the saint came up, I was really seriously injured."

Ji Zheng turned his eyes away, pretending to smile relaxedly, "Didn't I say it all, if you hurt your leg, then..."

"I mean it hurt here." Ming Ci Yue put his hands on his chest and ribs, "That kind of heavy..."

Ji Zheng withdrew her hand abruptly.

He muttered for a while, and said bitterly: "Then I still have to live, I'll be the emperor if I live, and I can take you home only if I live."

Ming Ci Yue was taken aback for a moment, and without making a sound, he lowered his head and stared at him quietly.

"Really." Ji Zheng sighed, "For the first time, I think being an emperor is pretty good."

I can use all my rights and come here regardless of everything to protect you and this land you love.

The author has something to say: Look at the group of ellipsis, it is not a simple twelve dots, it is a whole night of hard work and sweat (holding head