I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

In fact, Ji Zheng has spent too many nights with Ming Ci Viet Cong.In the frosty night of the palace, Ming Ciyue was holding a knife to watch the night beside the straw mat outside the door; There was a morning in the desert, the two were wrapped in the same quilt, and they were newly married.

But there has never been such a night when Mingci Yue was in the house, holding an oil-paper umbrella for him.

They have had too much entanglement and lingering, and it is rare to be peaceful. They can hear each other's breathing, but they do nothing.

It's clearly only the Ching Ming season, but the rain outside the house can't stop, it seems that the two of them arrived at the same time, urging the rainy season along the entire Huai River.

The rain inside the house hit the umbrella surface, it was gentle and healing, it was the most hypnotic, but Ji Zheng was completely insomnia again.

He pretended to be lethargic and turned over, squinting his eyes to see if the man was asleep, but as soon as he turned his head, he faced the unsightly white cloth, annoying.He couldn't see that Ming Ci Yue slept or didn't sleep, and he didn't know what was hidden in his heart.

In fact, it was said before that when looking at each other would offend his inner privacy, Ji Zheng didn't suffer for nothing, he could always see the restlessness in Mingci Yue's deep eyes, the eagerness that was about to come out, wildness, enthusiasm and restlessness.

It's just that he worked hard to understand that those were not aimed at the throne, but all aimed at him.

But now, with his eyes covered, the man's other hard and indifferent facial features have softened a lot, and he always looks like a god.

Ji Zheng stretched out her hand, put it under the umbrella, and waved it in front of the man's eyes, but got no response.

He paused, not reconciled, and held his breath again, leaning his face quietly, his lips hovering above the white cloth, his eyes glanced down, carefully observing Ming Ciyue's every move.

Where he couldn't notice, the umbrella leaves slowly changed their direction in the dark night, leading all the falling water droplets to the other direction.

Suddenly, the white cloth under his lips trembled a few times, as if his eyelashes were moving.

Ji Zheng quickly turned around and lay down, closed her eyes tightly, withdrew her thoughts, and tried to fall asleep.But then there were a few muffled coughs from the bedside, and then a few more, but the man was still trying to suppress it, the voice sounded so pitiful that he couldn't help but tighten his feet.

Ji Zheng held back for a while, then said in a cold voice: "Go back to sleep... Open an umbrella in the room, it's not tall."

Ming Ci Yue replied: "The minister will not change anymore."

Ji Zheng curled her lips: "You are not growing, but I will grow."

"Yes, the Holy Majesty seems to be able to touch my ear in three years." Mingci laughed more, then paused and said softly, "In three years, he will surpass me."

Ji Zheng's expression turned cold when he heard the words, and he turned around. It didn't take long for the breathing of both parties to calm down, and it was hard to tell who was pretending to be asleep.

It's no joke that the southern spring is cold all of a sudden, Ji Zheng only has two quilts in total, one is here, and the other is still in the main hall right now.

But he pitied Ming Ciyue for what he was doing. It was under one person of Dayan today, and above ten thousand people, no, it should be considered above ten thousand people plus one person... But this person would lose weight, grow old, and sacrificed himself He held an umbrella for him throughout his prime, and he survived his entire teenage years with one support.

Ji Zheng moved to the side, leaving room for one person on the narrow bed.

Mingci Yue didn't take the cue and didn't move.

This person is still stubborn about his status as a bodyguard.

Ji Zheng had no choice but to sneezed, pretending to shiver a few times under the damp quilt, curled up alone, like a shrimp forgotten by the sea on the beach.

He also coughed, and the cough was even more pitiful.

Sure enough, not long after, there was a heavy one beside him.

But Ji Zheng frowned in an instant. He could feel the strength of the muscles around him, and he was very restrained. It seemed that he had hidden the astonishing strength in his body. He was surrounded by the unique heat of a man, like a big furnace, without any pressure. How long does it take to dry out the moisture.

Ji Zheng:?

Is this the physique that a person with pale lips, blind eyes, premature aging, and constant coughing should have?

He seemed to be sleeping on a coffin board, with his hands and feet tensed together.He glanced sideways again and saw Ming Ciyue still holding the umbrella with his forearm upright, refusing to let it go.

Ji Zheng deliberately tried; "... Shall I lift it for you?"

Ming Ci Yue: "Okay."

Ji Zheng:? ?

There was no chance for him to refuse at all, and before he could react, Ming Ciyue had already tucked the hot umbrella handle into his palm.

Not only that, but the man fell asleep right next to him, sleeping very deeply, like a lion that has completely let go of its defenses, falling into a long-overdue hibernation on a certain spring night that no one knows about.

It was the first time that Ji Zheng saw the emperor's uncle's sleeping face soberly. His umbrella handle accidentally knocked on Ming Ciyue's neck. Yan is the only person in power.But Ming Ciyue just turned around with a low hum, throwing all the vigilance of practicing martial arts and serving in the army into the sky.

After a while, the top of Ji Zheng's head was pressed down by a slightly prickly hard object, and his messy hair was in front of him, and his arms and legs were forcibly taken off, and he was stuffed into the stove.

Ji Zheng didn't move, but subconsciously frowned.

But at the next moment, Mingci seemed to wake up suddenly, retracting his hands, feet and heads restrainedly, as well-behaved as a child who made a mistake, as if he was sleeping on a coffin board, and muttered in a daze.

Ji Zheng sighed. In this kind of scene, two enemies are buried together in one coffin, which is nothing more than that.

Seeing that Mingci was getting more and more uncomfortable sleeping, he did it himself, put his hands and feet back on his body, and the man was also very good in his dream, so he immediately tightened and locked him in.

One night, just this one night.

Ji Zheng has learned to be ashamed now, lamenting that this is not his initiative, and ordinary uncles and nephews are not allowed, and the underworld judge can't credit him.

So he put down the umbrella and sandwiched it between the two of them, like a light shade of a tree, it covered the two heads that were close together, so that the Jade Emperor in the sky, the morals in the earth, and the king of Hades in the underground couldn't see it. They left, just the two of them, quietly.

That night, he had a long-lost dream. In the dream, he was surrounded by nine big suns, scorching the earth. He drew his bow and arrows, but one shot out, another one grew up, and the temperature was getting higher and higher.

Damn, there is no end to shooting!

In the early morning of the next day, when Ji Zheng woke up, the people around him had disappeared, the traces of the pit were still there, and the remaining warmth had long since dissipated.The umbrella was folded and placed by the bed.

After Ji Zheng packed up and went out, the first thing he did was to direct Yuan Ming to go up to the roof with a dark face, and quickly patch the loophole.

Yuan Ming jumped on the roof and poked his head out after a while, "It's such a big crack, it's all wet inside, holy... how did Brother Leftover sleep last night?"

Ji Zheng: ...

Ji Zheng continued to blush: "There are umbrellas, there are umbrellas in the house."

Yuan Ming was at a loss again: "I sleep with an umbrella? How can I hold an umbrella when I'm asleep?"

Ji Zheng didn't answer, but rolled his eyes at him, and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

It just so happened that Ming Ci Yue followed the voice from the main hall and walked across the entire yard, "Morning." It looked like he was in his own room in a serious and honest way, having a good night's sleep.

Ji Zheng nodded as a response, and the two returned to a respectful distance.

He could see that Ming Ci Yue had changed significantly, the green balls had been cleaned up, the black hair was neat, and the lips were no longer a horrible pale white.

On the other hand, looking at himself in the reflection of the stagnant water, there are two dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes are staring blankly.

A suspicion suddenly appeared in his heart, last night might be the first time Mingci Yue had a peaceful feeling in three years.

After breakfast, the little doctor came over and whispered to Ji Zheng that there were a few merchants who offered tribute tea to the capital and wanted to invite him over, but Jia Wanshan handed over the invitation again, saying that he was invited to Ouxiang as agreed last time. Eat wine upstairs, and finally whispered a word, this time it is still Jia Wanshan's highest bid.

Ming Ci Yue wiped his mouth with a soft cloth, without any intention of disturbing or obstructing him, he quietly left from the dining table.

After thinking about it, Ji Zheng decided to tell the little doctor to send them away, and followed Ming Ciyue back to his room lightly, to see what he wanted to do.

Ming Ci stood beside the table with his back to the door, seemingly unaware of his approach.

There were all kinds of paper, pen, ink and inkstone on the table, and Ji Zheng couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion just by looking at it from a distance.

Ming Ciyue's thin gold script is extremely thin and handsome. Back then, many aristocratic families in the capital also spent a lot of money on him. Even the original owner and Gu Congyun were with him when they were young. Gu Congyun only learned the characters, but he didn't.

Now, even with blindfolded eyes, the characters still don't lose a bit of their elegance. It's just that Mingci has to be sandwiched between two paperweights to write a row of neat and clean characters.

Write a few words, move the paperweight, and write very slowly, often throwing ink dots onto the white fingertips.

Ji Zheng hated this kind of scene the most, so he went up and took his pen forcefully, "What do you want to write? You say I'll write it, don't be disgusted."

His original intention was to do the work for Ming Ci Yue and finish writing quickly, but Ming Ci Yue was not polite to him, he wrapped an arm from behind, next to his hand, and held the penholder above.

Wherever Ji Zheng leads the pen, the ink of Ming Ci Yue will fall there, start the pen, run the pen, stop the pen, and hide the front.

As he was writing, Ji Zheng discovered that although the characters were still typed vertically, he subconsciously followed the modern habit and quoted the Ming Ci from left to right, but the man did not respond, and he unconditionally obeyed and let him He arranges, he makes his eyes.

Ji Zheng focused on the paper again, and then read it, [Shi Wei, on the morning of the [-]rd day of the second month of the seventh year of Tiande, it was a good time to lay a memorial ceremony for the filial man, and to pay homage to the filial man. The public taboo, Elder Changmu...]

The words were jerky and awkward to read, and many of them were extremely difficult to read, but he still recognized the important ones, Ming, Chang, and Mu, who made great military exploits in the former dynasty of Dayan, a generation of loyal ministers, and the father of Ming Ciyue.

Then this is the sacrificial letter, a long-overdue sacrificial letter, but it was slowly presented when his son returned to his hometown when he was extremely powerful on the throne.

Ji Zheng was awed and attracted more seriously, skimming the content while accompanying the writing.

The first half summarizes the life achievements of Ming Changmu, but the second half reads more like a family letter from Ming Ciyue.

He wrote that the son was unfilial and narrow-minded, and he had to kill the vengeance of the thief Yixue before giving up.

The son is not talented, but he has the ambition to govern, but he has no ambition to be on the throne. If he really wears an imperial robe one day, he will have no face to see his parents again.

The more he writes this section of Mingci, the more Ji Zheng reads it with sadness. He knows the reason why Mingci insists on refusing to ascend the throne, but he has been unable to understand the reason for this different personality change from the book. .

But then, he changed his style of writing and talked loudly about a young emperor Ji Chaoming who occupies a high position and cares about the hearts of the people. He can intimidate the officials and command the battlefield, and he can personally join the army and distribute food for disaster relief, but he is simple. Not admiring power and position, it is really the talent that Dayan meets an emperor once in a hundred years...

Now Ji Zheng was not only forced to watch these rainbow farts, but also had to manually copy them, repeatedly praising and memorizing his countless advantages.

"Emperor Talent" Ji Zheng: ... Enough, enough.

After reporting state affairs, and then family affairs, Ming Ciyue continued to write, although it is a pity that there is no high place to worship, but I have a family, both parties are busy, each has made meritorious deeds, busy schedules, gathering less and leaving more, but... …

"My lady's baby name is Huanzheng, which is an instrument that plucks the strings and sings. It sounds like a song, and a hundred birds come to court..."

Mingci became more and more difficult to write, because Ji Zheng clenched the pen tightly and twisted his hand, forcing him to go back to the beginning of the line, cross it out, and change it to the crooked "nephew".

Mingci Yue chuckled on top of his head, and he could tell what the child had changed even if he was blindfolded.

He turned back the pen again, blacked out "nephew" and changed it to "nephew".

Ji Zheng used all her strength to control the pen, obsessively erased, and stroked "nephew" vigorously.

Ming Ci Yue became more skillful and changed it to a crooked "lover".

"Madame", "nephew", "in-law", "nephew", "lover", "nephew..."

The two developed from writing to arm wrestling.The rice paper is just so thin, and when the ink bleeds and bleeds, I have to poke a big hole in a neat piece of sacrificial text, a big black hole.

"Stop messing around, little boy."

Mingci Yue moved his hand down unceremoniously, just enough to completely wrap the troubled little hand, "It's my nephew, how about my nephew?"

Ji Zheng: "..."

He immediately withdrew his hand away from the desk, straightened his clothes, and even wondered why Ming Ciyue treated him more rudely.Then he recalled slowly, that it was he himself who insisted on going to the countryside to play the role of a rural uncle and nephew, without sitting on the throne.

Ming Ci Yue said quietly: "When my father was here, I always wanted to watch my wife get married and start a family. This is just a thin piece of paper. It is sent to the underworld. It will not hinder the world. I hope that the holy...nephew will be fulfilled."

Ji Zheng smacked his lips, not talking about his love-hate entanglement with Ming Ciyue, in all fairness, Ming Changmu can be regarded as a martyr and a pioneer figure, with only such a small long-cherished wish for his son to have a family, how could he, as an emperor, not give it to him? Make up, not solve?

So he donated generously, picked up a pen generously, planted himself in it, and filled in "Jialang's nickname calls Zheng..."

"At most, I can only fill in this, how can Ming Laoai understand it..." Ji Zheng smiled lightly again, and added, "I'm afraid your father will know that your 'Madam' is a man who floated out of the ancestral hall in the palace in the middle of the night. , and cut me with a knife."

"Even if you know that the one I married is the Holy One, according to his gentle and refined temperament that is loyal to the Yan Dynasty, he won't."

Ji Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, it's okay.

"At most, they are chasing me with a silver gun."

Ji Zheng: "..." No, not very well.

After writing the sacrificial rites, he must go to the grave or his former residence to pay homage. The tablets of Ming Lao's remains are still in the capital. Ji Zheng guessed that he had to go back to the old mansion of the Ming family.

"I still have things to do." He didn't plan to accompany Ming Ciyue to wander around Wuzhou all day.

"Can you do it by yourself?" Ji Zheng got up, picked up the outer shirt and twisted it up with one hand, glanced at Ming Ciyue who was receiving the paper, "You also came by carriage, if you can't, ask the little doctor to take the lead." One, we have two here."

Ming Ci Yue nodded, and Ji Zheng strode out the door with his robe in hand, without looking back.

Seeing the little doctor and Yuan Ming standing side by side at the door, Ji Zheng thought about it for a while, but was worried, so he went up and told him, "Yuan Ming, remember to prepare a horse for your master, he will go out later, don't go to the next door." Ximin Lane, it is easy to accumulate water there, and the horses will not be able to get through... What's the matter?"

He saw Yuan Ming turn his head, with a mournful expression on his face, "Brother Sheng, young master, young master, our horse is parked in the innermost part of the alley, and we can't get out at all!"

Ji Zheng was silent for five seconds, looked at the little doctor, and calmly ordered: "Take your horse to them, I can go out by myself today... What's wrong with you?"

The little doctor also turned his head, with a mournful expression on his face: "Your Majesty, he also led our two horses in."

Ji Zheng: "..."

Hard fist hard.

He hurried out to take a look, not only the alley next to it, but also the road at the entrance of the courtyard, because of the low terrain, the stagnant water poured backwards, soaked a few pitted bluestone slabs, and the mud turned upside down, turning it into a big mess. mud pond.

Several fine horses stood side by side in the alley, standing side by side in the alley. After standing like this all night, their legs were sunk in the mud and fixed to death.

Ji Zheng: ...

Ji Zheng: "I see, you did it on purpose, tell me if your master told you to do this."

Yuan Ming had a bitter face: "No, I just saw your two horses parked in the backyard, and there was no stable. It was windy and rainy, so I helped them park them in."

Ji Zheng nodded solemnly and said, "It's really hard work for you to park four cars in one parking space."

Yuan Ming was at a loss, and nodded along with Hanhan.

Ming Ci Yue walked out of the room unhurriedly, leaning on the door frame with folded arms, not in a hurry.

The place Ji Zheng rented was the most remote part of Wuzhou, next to the countryside. If he wanted to borrow another horse, he had to go to the Wuzhou Yamen, and it would take half a day to go back and forth.The horse was hopeless, and Yuan Ming and the little doctor were not idle all morning. They borrowed an old plowing cow from the landlord's field nearby.

The old cow walked over slowly, kicking and kicking through the muddy water.

Ji Zheng and Ming Ciyue had different destinations, so Ji Zheng directed Yuan Ming Shangniu to deliver Ming Ciyue first and then him.

Three adult men stepped on the back of the bull together, and the cow mooed and wagged its tail.

The woman stretched her head out from the courtyard door to take a look, but silently retreated back without saying a word.

Yuan Ming: ...

Yuan Ming: "My Majesty, I am coming down. Your Highness is not in good health, so I will leave it to you. Take care of yourself."

Ji Zheng: ...

The author has something to say: I wrote a total of more than 1 words in the final chapter, so I divided it into three shifts, and made all the bosses wait for a long time, thank you! ! !

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