I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

In March of the seventh year of Tiande, during the rainy season, two grand wedding ceremonies were held in the capital at the same time.

One was for Prince Jing Mingciyue of Zhengyue Mansion in the south of the city, and the other was for the royal family in the north of the city.

Who is the royal?Naturally, it is the only master in the huge golden tile city, Yan Hedi's.

It stands to reason that the wedding of the prince and the emperor is divided into superiority and inferiority. In order to avoid taboos, it must not be held on the same day.

But a Taoist priest who came from nowhere, preached to the Ministry of Rites, saying that the two people's zodiac signs have conflicts, and they must greet their relatives on the same day, so that the two nobles can avert danger.

The Ministry of Rites originally insisted on the etiquette of the ancestors and refused to let go, but later thought that the little sage was really weak, and he lay down in the palace for two years. The prince came back from Jiangnan to supervise the dredging of the canal, and he suddenly got better. And the prince also returned from the south with eye problems. He recovered immediately and was as healthy as ever.

The adults up and down in the court thought about it, and suddenly, they broke out in a cold sweat. They hurriedly selected a date, and the two big gifts were arranged at the same time.

For the sake of the dragon's body, I was in a hurry to choose this day, and I was terrified when I made the choice, and I informed the two of them first.

After hearing this, the Holy Majesty said indifferently: I don't care, as long as the emperor let go.

King Jing nodded slightly after hearing this: the holy body is the most important thing.

As soon as the House of Internal Affairs heard this, it became busy at both ends of Zhengyue Mansion and Yanfu Hall.

"The Holy Majesty and the prince are both recovering from serious illnesses, and this big wedding seems to be a celebration."

"The Holy Majesty and the prince married the commoner families brought back from the south."

"Then the prince is also welcoming his relatives. The Holy One has no other elders. Who should we worship when we worship the high hall?"

"The prince is walking from south to north, and the majesty is walking from north to south. Oh... well, it's as if the prince is celebrating the majesty."

The servants of the House of Internal Affairs suddenly fell silent and lowered their heads. It turned out that the new Chief Medical Officer of the Imperial Hospital passed by them.

The little doctor signaled them to work with his eyes, then turned his head, crying silently in his heart.

Don't tell the truth, if you don't tell the truth, the royal underpants are almost stripped clean by you.

The Holy Majesty let the rumors float around and didn't care.

When he got up in the morning on the day of the wedding, the fiery red wedding dress was hanging on the shelf behind him. Today he was going to get married.Different from getting married, it is said that there are two great joys in life, the wedding night in the bridal chamber, and Ji Zheng was in a really good mood when he was named on the gold list.

The little servant waited at the door in fear.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness King Jing...can't come because of something, do you need servants to help you change your clothes?"

Xiao Sheng's clothes were always taken care of by his uncle, they were wondering if he could wear clothes by himself.

"No need."

I saw the door of Yanfu Hall opened, and the flaming red robe fluttered out, and a handsome and flawless young man rolled up his cuffs while coming out from inside.

No one spoke anymore.Their attention was all focused on the young man, those who dared to look but those who dared not, and those who could but couldn't, all secretly raised their eyes to look at him for a while.

The young Shengshang Yejun was a childish and arrogant little peacock. At this time, the Shengshang's figure was stretched, his brows and eyes were stretched, his temperament was calm, and he was extravagant, like the king of flowers and the phoenix of birds.

People can't help but marvel, this person was really born for a high position, even if he doesn't sit on the throne, he should be on top of the lower position.

Snow-skinned red robe, black hair red lips, moving the capital with a frown.

"Get up the sedan chair!"

As soon as the sun broke, a gold-plated and carved phoenix chariot started from the gate of the palace, from north to south.

At the same time, a red and black horse started from the front of Zhengyue Mansion, from south to north.

The entire main road of Chang'an was completely emptied, making way for the two teams of troops from the north and the south, one black and one gold, two imperial colors.

No matter how wide the road is, there is only one road, and the north and the south will inevitably meet in the middle of the field, and there will be silence for a while.

Just as the servant of Zhengyue Mansion was about to retreat to the side in a clever and courteous manner, there was a sound in the sedan chair.

"Congratulations to the emperor's uncle for getting a beautiful woman and forging a good relationship."

King Jing nodded: "I also wish that the Sheng and Qing are the same sound, and the Qin and Se are good."

The Holy Majesty lifted the curtain and looked back: "My bride, I like a room and an Ikea, and she is small and gentle. Although she is clumsy and doesn't know how to make soup, she likes to play with knives and ink shadows."

King Jing lowered his head and sighed: "The minister is not talented, he can't understand everything in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the number of shooting imperial books is not satisfactory."

All the guards and servants: "..."

All the guards and servants: "What are they comparing, stupider than whose wife?"

Yuan Ming: "..."

Yuan Ming: "The husband sings and the wife follows, and the boudoir is interesting. You guys are really bachelors with their own abilities."

Seeing the raised eyebrows of the Holy One again, she took a light breath, "My new queen will be united with me forever, and I would like to give me three hugs for a year, full of children and grandchildren, and wish the emperor an early birth... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! "

The car door was slammed shut behind him.

"Who will give you three hugs for a year?" The man approached, burning with hot breath.

"The new queen." Ji Zheng blinked.

"Who do you wish to have a baby early?"

"Congratulations." He rolled his eyes.

Ji Zheng circled the man's strong waist, touched the thin belly suggestively, and then groped under his ribs, "I'll give you three chances, if you don't conceive a dragon species, then—oh, uncle, hahahahahaha, don't There's trouble!"

Mingci was the first to find his tickle.

Ji Zheng's itching meat is really easy to find, and it's all there.

The more you practice the Ming Ci, the more you practice the truth. Countless times, when you are about to do business, you turn on the wrong switch, accidentally trigger it, and then get out of hand. The whole second half of the night-laughing dead, can't stop at all.

"Haha, hahaha... Please, please."

"Who are you calling stupid and reckless?"

Ji Zheng suppressed tears: "Then who do you think is not satisfactory?"

"Who do you think can't make soup?"

Ji Zheng and his last stubbornness: "You, who do you say can't understand everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

Mingci suppressed his smile more, and said patiently, "Have you acted enough?"

Hearing this, Ji Zheng became temperamental again.

He was pressed on the soft seat, the corners of his eyes were red, he smiled slyly, and immediately changed his expression, "King Jing...you, you are, robbing the sedan chair and wedding car, even if you are dissatisfied with the queen I married, That is also the person I personally chose, and I am happy with him!"

The ending was trembling, and there was also a cry of panic, which sounded eighty percent real.

Ming Ci Yue: ...

Well, I'm not happy with me.

Ming Ci got up slightly, and said calmly: "Your Majesty may not have seen what it means to rob relatives and sedan chairs..."

"Give Sheng another chance and say it's pleasing to me."

……

The two steeds in the same bridle were startled by the vibration of the back seat, and they raised their hooves and gave a loud roar.

The entire carriage bracket was conjoined with localized earthquakes.

Occasionally there were exclamations and curses from inside the car.

The attendants of Yanfu Palace held the sword hilt tightly, and the servants of Zhengyue Mansion picked up the gun.

Both sides are tense and ready to fight.

Yuan Ming: "..."

Yuan Ming: "Relax and relax, we are all on our own."

He stopped between the crowd and the chariots and horses, his little arms stretched out, and he seemed to be crumbling in front of the sedan chair.

A young man's voice came from inside.

"Hahahahaha, uh—don't touch me!"

The guard drew his sword: "The former Governor, this is?"

Yuan Ming: "...the lord is arranging his collar on the sidelines."

There was another crisp snap, and the man took a deep breath.

"Hiss, Zhengzheng! Don't move around."

The servant held his gun: "The former governor, you have to explain this."

Yuan Ming: "...the Holy Majesty is helping the prince fasten his belt."

Two adult men with long hands and long legs were really aggrieved to squeeze into a car, and then the car creaked amidst the continuous aftershocks.

All eyes were drawn to the past.

Yuan Ming completely gave up covering up, and was silent for a moment, "I said that the two of them are discussing communication skills...does anyone believe it?"

The curtain of the car was half opened, King Jing poked his head and told Yuan Ming that he could get up in the sedan chair and leave, so as not to miss the hour.

They stretched their necks and looked in. His Majesty's clothes were neatly buttoned to the top, and only his proud side face was blushing inexplicably.

"Have you ever seen a minister tidying up the clothes for the Holy One?" Ming Ci raised his eyebrows, covering everyone's eyes.

They all breathed a sigh of relief, and even Yuan Ming pressed their chests, "...fortunately, fortunately, they are wearing clothes."

The welcoming chariot pretended to circle around the palace city, and it was considered to have received the emperor, and it stopped smoothly at the gate of Yanfu Hall.

Because of the special nature of Chongxi's big wedding, the two ceremonies in the north and the south were held in a low-key manner without the noble guests.

Ming Ci got off the sedan chair and lifted the curtain for him personally. Ji Zheng was tired from the trouble all the way, and now he said lazily, "Didn't I agree to go to your place to get married?"

Mingci Yue didn't answer, and smiled as if he wanted to hug him out.

Ji Zheng hurriedly pushed away again: "I'm already as tall as the emperor's uncle's ear, I'm no longer a child, and my legs are so long, I definitely can't hold them."

Ming Ci frowned when he heard the words.

In the next moment, Ji Zheng felt dizzy and dizzy in front of his eyes, leaned his face sideways on his chest, held the key parts with one hand, and folded his five-foot long legs into his arms.

Ji Zheng: ...The self-esteem of middle-aged men is really scary.

As long as Ming Ci Yue is present, he has to pretend to be half-disabled, unable to move his legs and lift his hands.

It was all to protect the emperor's uncle's self-esteem, Ji Zheng silently comforted himself.

Without the guidance of the bridesmaids, the ceremony witnessed by only two people was very casual.However, Ming Ciyue still stuffed the red silk wine cup into his hand with a sense of ritual, leading him to follow the folk customs.

"Don't worship, we have no laws and ethics, who should we worship, the law of heaven does not allow people like us, let Uncle Ming Jiuquan see it and die of anger."

Ji Zheng leaned against his ear and exhaled, "We can proceed directly to the next link."

Ming Ci Yue glanced at the boy's downcast eyes, frowned, ignored him, and put him on the ground.

"Pray to heaven and earth." He said softly to himself.

Ji Zheng closed his eyes, with a resolute expression on his face, his body was stiff, his neck was stiff and he refused to worship.

Ming Ci Yue pinched the nape of his neck, like carrying a chicken, and led him down with a smile.

"Second obeisance to the high hall." They turned around, and the hall was empty.

"Where did we come from?" Ji Zheng rubbed Ming Ciyue's palm with his cheek, "Uncle Huang has long been my only relative."

"The minister will resign the title of prince and the land he enjoys, and the Ming family will not pass on this title in the future to be under the shadow of this."

"Ming Ci Yue, what do you mean?" Ji Zheng looked up at him warily.

"My name will be listed with you on the genealogy, enshrined in the Gaomiao, the master of the successor of Dayan III, Ming clan of Wuzhou in Huaishui River."

"I will stand side by side under your court, as the prime minister on the right, General Feng Xi, as long as you want to see Dayan, I will stay with you in Canglang for as long as you want."

Ming Ci Yue caressed the young man's face, and said softly, "Since a long time ago, the Holy One is also my only family member."

Taking off the prince's robe, he will no longer be the king of the country under one person, but he will also cut off the last possibility of being criticized by future generations. With a male body, he will be the queen, the lover, and the partner. He is the pillar of the sky for Dayan.

"Husband and wife... greet each other."

The two of them lowered their heads at the same time, one high and the other low, and they even bent down with their tall and straight waists.

They were too close, and the foreheads of the two touched each other with a crisp sound.

Ming Ci Yue didn't care about helping himself, subconsciously helped Ji Zheng hold his forehead, "Does it hurt?"

Ji Zheng raised his head slightly, and just kept his body short, and didn't get up for a while, and didn't speak.

The next moment, the red silk in his hand was gone, and the wine glass fell apart.

He rushed over, raised his hand and clasped the back of his neck, solemnly and passionately, kissed him from bottom to top, with the smell of sandalwood on his body, and the unique aura of youth, he passed all over, stuffed it to him, went Kiss him, love him, hug him.

No matter how many times he had trained, the man's skills were obviously still better than his, and he easily took over the control.

Ji Zheng could feel the palm lingering on his face moved down, squeezed tightly, raised his jaw, and deepened it lazily and leisurely in the posture of a high-ranking person.

He had no choice but to raise his head again and again, his Adam's apple trembled and touched the air, wasting time and love in the lack of oxygen.

He was half-suffocated, the corners of his eyes were red, tears fell into silk threads, before he could fall down, he was caught by a rough fingertip, crushed, and scratched his shivering skin, making him cry in ignorance. pulling between.

Several segments of the spine bowed tightly like a string for a while.

Ji Zheng closed his eyes and heard his lover talking.

"My lord, why can't you accept this?"

Ji Zheng bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly.

Yes, no matter how many times he has trained, every day and every time he sees his lover, he is very like meeting for the first time, his reaction is sincere, stiff, green, and raw.

Ji Zheng didn't know exactly when he was carried onto the red rosewood cork case.

Only Ming Ciyue's arms supported his sides, so he hung his feet in the air, hooked, swayed, grabbed the man's collar and joked with him for a while.

All the documents and scrolls on the table were swept to the ground, and the half-dried inkstone poured out, splashing several streaks of ink on the back of the pure white rice paper.

The weight of the two grown men rested on the mess.

Ji Zheng's eyes darkened as he looked at Ming Ci's ink brush, and stretched his hand towards his robe, screaming inwardly, and even kissed him a few times, begging for mercy with his eyelashes wet.

The red pear cork was finally unable to bear the weight one step ahead of him, and made a teeth-piercing creaking sound.

Ming Ci Yue was distracted, put away the teasing brush, and smiled, "Do you know why you don't go to my house to get married today, but you want to go back to your Yanfu Palace?"

He leaned sideways, and the table creaked.

He leaned over on purpose, and said "Ah--".

"The soft couch bestowed by the holy majesty is also this kind of high-quality safflower pear cork."

He posted it, and said lightly: "I'm afraid, I can't bear it."

Ji Zheng's mind was buzzing.

He was at a loss as to what this "unbearable" meant.

It's Mingci who can't bear this reward.

Still can't stand the bed.

Still he couldn't take it.

……

Fortunately, the dragon couch in the back hall of Yanfu Hall has jade and gold stone as the bottom, and it is secure and tight when lying on it, and there is nothing unbearable.

In the middle of the night, when Ji Zheng couldn't help running away, he always cried and grabbed the mahogany railing bracket.

But thinking of the shabby creaking sound, the pale fingertips were trembling in the air, and after a while, they gritted their teeth and stretched them back, propped them on the couch, buried them in the quilt, and held on.

……

In the sleepless night, the lamp oil burns the fastest, and when the wick burns out, the Yanfu Palace suddenly plunges into darkness, only a little light from the crack of the window remains.

Ji Zheng poked his head out from the edge of the bed curtain, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the sky.

The first early morning after the national ceremony was also the first early morning after the young couple got married.

At three o'clock in the morning, there was still half an hour left, Ming Ciyue was asleep, Ji Zheng also admired how he got up.

Possibly, hyperactivity is the same as kidney deficiency, always after excessive exhaustion.

Those two pairs of ankles protruded from under the hem of the robe, like bamboo and lotus root, quietly stepped over Ming Ciyue's side, and stood out of the water.

Mingci Yue didn't open his eyes.

But immediately the lotus root was badly tripped and entangled.

It is the five slender and powerful vines and weeds that grow out of the water, hooking it softly, trying to bring it back into the mud and sink into deep sinking.

"Go back to sleep, it's still early." Ming Ci Yue closed his eyes, hooked his fingers, and said hoarsely.

It's no wonder that the king didn't go to court early. It turned out that the king really wasn't to blame.

The king is innocent, the king is pitiful, the king wants to get up, the king is forced...

Ji Zheng lay down softly and unsteadily, and jumped up staring the moment he touched the couch.

"No, you can't be late today, today is the canonization ceremony for the empress."

The protagonist of the canonization ceremony laughed again, "It's okay, Your Majesty, the morning and the future have been postponed until the seven quarters of Mao, and an urgent report will be added at night, so that there is something to report directly, and there will be time."

"Oh……"

Ji Zheng stretched back limply and unsteadily, and sat up with his eyes open the moment he touched the couch.

He had an ominous premonition.

"When did you persuade the officials to adjust? Was it specially for me?"

"How do you know that I don't like..."

Ji Zheng subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

The sense of panic that was seen through by Ming Ci Yue came back again.

Ji Zheng swallowed nervously, but the only response to him was the sound of steady breathing from the other side.

Not to, not to...

It should be that Ming Ciyue himself couldn't get up early after marriage, so he just wanted to stay in bed.

After comforting himself, he fell asleep, and he slept more soundly after half an hour's return to the cage than a whole night.

After a while, Ji Zheng was awakened from the dream by the custard on the side of the pillow.

In front of me is the dreamy snail girl.

Mingci Yue was wearing unlined clothes, sitting sideways on the side of the bed, the spoonful of golden and moist salty custard seemed to be shining with holy light in the dark, and even himself was surrounded by a golden circle of Buddha light.

The air is rich with the hot aroma of sesame oil and fireworks, as well as the sweet and fishy smell of steam water.

Ji Zheng lay on his side at the head of the bed, staring blankly at Ming Ciyue blowing, blowing, the custard in the spoon flicked and shook.

Just when he saw that the temperature was right, he opened his mouth slightly, secretly thinking that the emperor was caring, Ming Ciyue also opened his mouth, and brought Shao closer——

Ji Zheng quickly closed her mouth, wiped the corners of her lips, and coughed a few times with a straight face.

Ming Ci Yue swallowed the custard, and slowly turned around: "The Holy One is awake?"

Ji Zheng glanced at the bottom of the bowl and nodded.

Mingci laughed more and more, "Then I will bother you to eat with the sage's companions." He didn't mean to be greedy for him, you scraped the bottom of the bowl clean after a while.

Ji Zheng patted her stomach in satisfaction: "That's right, the breakfast on the first day after marriage is unique."

Mingci Yue glanced at him, and said quietly: "Actually, it's not considered breakfast, even if it's an extra meal for the Holy One, Qinzheng can't go there hungry."

So it was just an extra meal?

Ji Zheng:? ? ?You know again?

Ming Ci Yue packed up the tray and left, leaving Ji Zheng alone in the wind.

After the extra meal, the time has come.

After a quarter of an hour, the two of them tidied up each other, one in a black robe and the other in a yellow robe, and they walked in together from the main entrance of Qianying Hall with their hands behind their backs.

The civil and military forces of the whole court lined up on both sides, bowed their heads and cupped their hands, no matter how dissatisfied they were, after these two years, they have now lowered their brows and calmed down. They have to admit that these two people, one dragon and one tiger, rule the world together and cannot afford to argue. This is the way to survive to preserve Dayan's strength.

What's more, one is mysterious and one is golden, one is gentle and the other is noble, they are all elegant and elegant, and they are absolutely gorgeous, standing side by side is very seductive.

When they were lost in thought, the golden robe paused for half a step, and gently tugged at the black robe.

Xuanpao: "What's wrong?"

Jinpao: "I think this dragon chair is a little strange..."

Xuanpao: "Is there any? I haven't sat before, so it's all the same."

Jinpao: "I'm looking at it... why is there a piece above it, a mat? A mat!"

Good fellow, someone at last offered him a cushion on his cold, hard gold bench.

Ji Zheng sat on it, with tears in her eyes and adoring eyes.

Ming Ci Yue met his gaze and smiled gently, "The Majesty is sitting on the mat... will it still hurt?"

Ji Zheng smiled petrified, and slowly recalled.

【"The dragon chair is so painful, my butt hurts, who will help me!"

"When do you get off work? The air is so quiet, no one can hear my stomach growling..."

"The hat is so heavy, the neck is about to break, when will the prince usurp the throne, I can't bear it anymore!!"]

Ji Zheng: ...No way.

Ji Zheng: "You, at that time, can you hear it?"

He still held a little bit of hope, but he saw a short figure approaching him.

Ming Ci Yue whispered: "I am late to rescue you."

Ji Zheng: ...

The canonization ceremony ended very quickly.As soon as it was over, the whole court filed out, and no one wanted to find fault with the two big weddings on the first day of their wedding.

"Uncle Emperor." The young man's voice sounded muffled.

"You, do you listen to my stomach growling every time you go to court?"

Ming Ci turned his head and saw the child leaning against the back of the chair with his head drooping, obviously still sullen.

"No." Ming Ci Yue half knelt down, "No one knows except the minister."

He hooked the young man's face, and sighed with a smile: "The minister is also lucky in three lives, so he has to listen to the Sacred Heart."

"Is it still sinking?"

Half-jokingly, he propped his chin up for the saint, supported his head, and supported the big hat with twelve gold and jade beads.

The Holy One felt aggrieved, looked up at him, and nodded fiercely.

"I won't wear them after that."

Ming Ci Yue casually throws away.

According to the treasured legend of the third generation, Dayan's only crown of ceremonies drew a large arc in the air, and landed on the golden dragon head on the back of the dragon chair.

As soon as the imperial robe fluttered, the two of them entangled and hid themselves in the depths of the dragon chair...

The author has something to say: This time it is really over, thank you very much!

Newly opened next door to the ancient fairy tale pre-acquisition "Reincarnation of the White Moonlight of Quanxiu Immortal Realm who died early" QAQ for collection