The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Huang Shide heard the words, his knees softened, and he immediately knelt down with a plop. Instantly, the guards and servants present fell to their knees and lowered their heads one after another. The audience was silent, and no one dared to say a word.

Ming Ci Yue, the Dayan God of War who once swept the eight parts of the Western Desert, just lost to the new young wolf master who has not yet become a climate? Is this the end of a generation of legends?

Huang Shide lowered his head and didn't dare to make a sound, but kept muttering in his heart. Victory or defeat is a common thing in military affairs, and he would not be ignorant of this matter, but if he wanted to explain the possibility of Ciyue defeat and being seriously injured by the Western Desert people.

"...Impossible." Huang Shide muttered accidentally.

Impossible, impossible! Yes, how is it possible, the more likely it is to be seriously injured, the less likely to be seriously injured, and the less likely to retire from the battlefield! After the Ming Ci has come down, who can stand up? Is he a minister of the Ministry of War? !

Huang Shide faced the sage's straight down gaze, and said quickly: "It's impossible, sage, there are deceit in this, the more years Mingci has led troops, the mere little wolf master of the Western Desert can't hurt him at all... Cooperate with the enemy to betray and seek power. To usurp the throne! This must be his tactic in order to seek power and usurp the throne. First, he colluded with the demon Li Ying in Ximo, used military power as a bargaining chip, and then performed a bitter drama, pretending to be seriously injured and returning to the DPRK, bringing thousands of Ximohus with him. People invaded and led wolves into the house, and now King Jing alone is in control, these forbidden troops in the capital are simply not enough to resist the rebels, Dayan, Dayan’s country’s fortunes are precarious, sage.”

Huang Shide kowtowed loudly, with snot and tears, really like a loyal minister who worked hard.

The Holy One did not speak for a while. At first, the people below were really mourning the death of the country, but at this time they were disturbed by these words, and they suddenly realized that this statement was not without reason, and there were many voices of approval among the officials.

Huang Shide continued: "The Holy Master did not send supervisors to accompany him according to the regulations. Who can tell what the situation is on the battlefield, maybe the camps of the two armies have been mixed together, and they are not separated from each other. At the Winter Hunting Festival last year, Naxi Don't Mo and King Jing have colluded intentions? I have long felt that something was wrong, but now that I think about it, when Li Ying was still in the palace, the eyes he looked at King Jing were not quite right..."

"Lord Huang, what should I do?"

"Huh?" Huang Shide was interrupted, and he was stunned. "First of all, the sage must not let Mingci return to Beijing to recover from his injuries, and he can't fall for his bitter scheme..."

He stretched out his hand and wanted to take a closer look at the military book in the hand of the sage. Who knew that the sage clenched the letter, reached out and handed it, and his black gauze hat was knocked off.

"Master Huang is not suspecting King Jing, Master Huang is suspecting the thousands of Dayan soldiers who killed the enemy with blood!" Ji Zheng slapped the table heavily, "It's easy to replace one King Jing, but it's easier to replace 200,000 soldiers from the three armies. "

If it is useful, it will be promoted to the altar, and if it is useless, it will be abandoned like a shoe.

Ji Zheng looked around the entire military hall very slowly, stared at the officials who could not afford to kneel, and let out a long breath.

"Everyone who agrees will follow Lord Huang and get rid of the name..." Ji Zheng suddenly stopped and narrowed his eyes.

Huang Shide's expression gradually stiffened, as if he realized something and crawled over, wept bitterly, repented repeatedly, and demanded that the official be exempted from the investigation.

Ji Zheng threw off his legs, "It's better to follow Master Huang, be the supervisor, and take a good look at how King Jing betrayed the country and colluded with the enemy."

He ignored Huang Shide who was rolling and crawling on the ground, and rushed back to the palace with the military letter, but as soon as he left the gate of the military department, he ran into Mrs. Zhao who was coming from Wen Feng.

Ji Zheng was not surprised, "Is Taifu also here to persuade me?"

Master Zhao only said: "Don't blame the Holy One, it's just that this is definitely not the time for Zhao Mingci to return to the dynasty."

Ji Zheng nodded, "I will not call him back to court."

Master Zhao frowned.

Ji Zheng said, "I will go to the Western Border in person."

Going to Western Xinjiang was the decision Ji Zheng made immediately after reading the military book.

Go to the Western Xinjiang, and carry that general with a scarred back home.

When Mrs. Zhao heard the words, she was shocked at first, and then opened her mouth, but she couldn't say what she wanted to stop. The war between Dayan and the West Desert has been going on for three generations. The late emperor has never made such a feat in the thirty years of his reign. At this moment, the two armies are fighting against Dayan. Xinjiang…

Mrs. Zhao decided for a moment, but still praised from the bottom of his heart: "The sage has such an ambition, and the minister dares not speak arrogantly to discourage him. He can only do his best to arrange chariots and horses to protect the sage's integrity."

Ji Zheng shook his head again and said, "This time I'm going in a disguise, don't disturb the capital and the western border."

Mrs. Zhao was still standing still, but when he saw Sheng Shang took two steps forward, he suddenly shook his body and leaned against the wall.

Only then did Mrs. Zhao remembered something again, so he hurried up to help, and whispered: "The world is unpredictable, the Holy One should take care of himself, His Royal Highness King Jing has a great fate, he must..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was pushed away by the sage, and when he looked up, Mrs. Zhao was stunned.

There was not a trace of emotional fluctuations on the delicate and picturesque face of the young man, neither joy nor sorrow, his eyes were as numb and empty as the frozen sea.

"I'm fine. Victory and loss are common things. It's up to God and no one. I know it, I understand it... I just want to take him home."

"If I all fall down, who will take him home..."

Mrs. Zhao's hand was still in the air, watching the holy man walking eastward, the golden glittering but deadly empty palace in front of him was covered with shadows like an empty shell, wrapping him in it.

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly. This matter is nothing compared to other things. It must be done if it is done, and there is no room for pause. Now, the convoy escorting additional military supplies all the way, escorted by Huang Shide, the secretary of the military department, will set off from the capital.

The last time I was seen wearing military armor, this time Ji Zheng was wearing the old and shabby servant uniform in the palace. In addition, he was already small and thin, and his gauze cap was lowered. Those who did not live in the palace were not familiar with the complete appearance of the current monarch. , it is not too difficult to hide the sky and cross the sea along the way. It's just that Huang Shide learned that the saint was pretending to be in the team, surrounded by dark guards, he walked at the front of the team, stiff, as if someone held a knife against the back of fate's neck.

The convoy carried a lot of rations, so despite hurrying and rushing, the marching speed could not be quicker, and the journey took more than ten days. In the past ten days, since leaving the customs and climbing over the mountains, the thick sand and flying rocks in the western border have been mixed in the northwest wind. Walking hard all the way, I couldn't find any bushes that could shelter from the wind. A group of people who lived in the plain and prosperous capital for a long time soon couldn't bear it, they were disheartened, their mouth was dry, and they were not accustomed to the soil and water.

It's just that Ji Zheng just numbly and quietly recalled repeatedly along the way that he was injured, and his uncle was seriously injured.

Where is the injury, how heavy is the injury, the more scarred the Ming Ci is, what kind of injury can it be this time... serious injury?

The military books came and went on this road, and they took the token and cut it down once. The lengthy content explained various battle situations, but they did not mention the half-word "Uncle Huang was seriously injured", and they sent it to inquire. The letter was not echoed.

It's like a trivial matter, forgotten and lost.

Huang Shide was in a hurry, got angry, scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks, and his mouth was full of ulcers. On the contrary, Ji Zheng remained calm, even comforting others, waiting for nothing.

On the sixteenth day of their departure.

"Report! Our camp is just ahead." The camp appeared earlier than expected. It seems that within the past ten days, the camp has moved eastward a lot.

Ji Zheng was caught in the middle of the team, got out of the car, and entered with the men and horses under the attention of the two columns of soldiers. It had been nearly two months since the separation, and his heart had already been beating wildly in a conditioned reflex. He swallowed hard, stretched out his hand and pressed the brim of his hat.

There didn't seem to be any slump in the barracks, and everything was orderly and busy, until he heard a familiar voice on the side, "...Leave it for now...wait for the saint to decide."

The steps under Ji Zheng's feet turned in an instant, and unconsciously turned away from the voice.

"Father-in-law, please go over there, unload the military rations first, eat and rest, the commander is busy with military affairs now, and it is inconvenient to greet him. Please also ask Haihan."

Ji Zheng: ...?

As soon as the title of the little deputy lieutenant came out, Huang Shide sighed in his throat for a moment, turned his head to look at him in horror, and many of the secret guards also stopped together, their bodies stiff and tense.

Ji Zheng waved his hand, looked across the crowd, glanced, then glanced again, took a deep breath, and obediently returned to the team, walked in the opposite direction, and handed over the food and grass together.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and everyone was busy going up and down to unload the goods. He was idle by himself, pacing slowly on the side, the granary was next to the barracks stables, and there were a few soldiers standing there.

"...Uncle, slow down!"

Ji Zheng's whole body tightened suddenly, and his eyes were instantly glued to the direction of the stable.

"...How long has Uncle Huang broke his leg?"

"It's been almost a month, the commander's mount, young and strong, recovers quickly and can bear it."

"Uncle Huang, Uncle Huang, who gave this stupid name... It sounds like Uncle Huang, but that's the name of the man who called our commander. Not only is he not shy, he even called a horse..."

He heard that his brows were deeply wrinkled, the name was too inappropriate, and naming the horse "Uncle Huang" was like slapping the face of the Dayan royal family.

Who started it? !

"Hey, who would dare to call this kind of name apart from that one. We were at the base of the city wall when we set off on our expedition. That one called this horse Uncle Huang in front of the entire army."

Ji Zheng: ? ? ?

He stood in the same place, if he was struck by lightning, when did he give Ma the name of the emperor? When did he call for horses in front of the whole army under the city wall? !

【"...Uncle Huang."

"...Uncle Huang, eat more. Only when you are full can you lead troops to fight."

"...Uncle Huang, if you can't beat them, you have to outrun them, do you hear me!"]

Almost in an instant, those few exhortations before leaving emerged in my mind.

Ji Zheng: …

He finally reacted, what was the wrong feeling that had been hanging in his heart. He immediately took out the military book from his sleeve, which clearly wrote in black and white, "Uncle Huang is deeply trapped in the enemy's line and is seriously injured."

It's not at all that it hurts more! Who would call Ming Ci Yue the emperor's uncle in the military newspaper epistles! How eager he was to fail to see such a simple question.

Just frightening himself like this, worrying nervously for more than half a month, Ji Zheng twitched the corners of his mouth, unable to laugh or cry.

In an instant, a sense of relief and relaxation came over, diluting the helplessness and ridiculousness of making a big oolong.

The two were still chatting.

"Who dares not to use the name given to him! He really made our commander an ox and a horse."

"The commander naturally hates this name and has never used it, but this horse is really injured and has to fly to the capital immediately. After all, it is a horse that has been given a name. I am afraid that he will be blamed for losing his temper again. Who should we bear? Affordable."

Ji Zheng pursed his lips and lowered his eyes.

They were all right, but he really didn't expect that a few casual words to himself would cause Uncle Huang so much trouble.

"Uncle Huang."

A low voice like the wind and sand in the forest on a spring day came from behind the two soldiers. Not only the two of them, but even Ji Zheng was caught on the spot as if they were at the scene of the crime, and their whole body was stunned.

Ming Ci Yue stroked the horse's mane and called again, "Uncle Huang."

Hearing the words "Uncle Huang" spit out from Ming Ci Yue's mouth, the feeling is very subtle, I don't know who he is calling.

The tone of voice was clearly indifferent without a trace of ups and downs, but it seemed to be reciting the whispers of lovers, as if the two of them had been chatting together.

Ji Zheng's Adam's apple rolled gently.

Uncle Huang's figure was enveloped by the thick night, and he was still strong and tall. At this moment, in his eyes, he seemed to be inexplicably more tired and tired.

Ji Zheng watched, his eyes eagerly inspecting him from head to toe, the grief after learning that the uncle was "severely injured" was completely released at this moment, no need to stand up to play the emperor, no need to forcefully want to give him. Uncle Huang provides support.

The uncle was in front of him at the moment.

Mingci leaned over and lowered his head, checked the recovery of the horse's front hooves, looked at the two and said indifferently: "You are originally to take care of the official and horse's accomplices, the maintenance of the official's horse's injuries, the rewards and punishments in the military discipline are clear, the regulations It's clear, who is to blame for losing his temper?"

"The weather in Western Xinjiang is not hot. Within a month of the horse's injury, the wound had obvious signs of festering and abscesses that healed on its own. Why didn't you apply medicine in time?"

The two were ashamed, saying that they were full-time horse-caring positions, but those military regulations were always just decorations. They were logistical soldiers who did everything, and the commander never had time to care about them...

"You will be punished by yourself. No one in the army is an exception."

Hearing that the corner is not always glamorous, Ji Zheng was about to turn around and leave the other side of the granary, but Ming Ciyue's eyes had already turned around first.

His heart froze.

Across the darkness of ten meters away, the ashen-faced servants dressed in disguise, traveled all night from the capital of more than a thousand miles, and rushed to the city without a sound. Even Ji Zheng himself looked in the mirror at this moment and probably couldn't recognize the spoiled little boy. Your Majesty, Uncle... Can you recognize it? If he can really pass his heart...

Is there really a Western Desert Art that can hear people's hearts in the world... This is another intention of his special trip.

Ji Zheng began to be afraid, afraid that he would recognize it, afraid that he would not recognize it, and even more afraid that he recognized it but pretended to be nothing.

He has never stared at the uncle more seriously than at this moment, trying to capture the slightest change in expression from that jade-carved face that is always restrained and warm.

He suddenly began to wonder what Uncle Huang was thinking every time he stared at him.

"Sir." Ming Ci shook his hands and interrupted his thoughts.

Ji Zheng was so shocked that he didn't know how to respond. It stands to reason that he is wearing the clothes of a low-level attendant, and it is impossible for him to be called an adult by the prince, but if he is said to be a supervisor who came on behalf of the court, and calling him an adult politely, it is also in line with the more modest character of Mingci. .

He lowered his head, hurriedly and vaguely hummed as an answer, and did not dare to say any more.

But before he could raise his head, Ming Ciyue passed by him and left. When passing by, Ji Zheng's long sleeves wrapped around his narrow-sleeved armor, and the uncle seemed to be serious, completely, didn't recognize him at all, and walked so lightly that he didn't even have the slightest doubt or hesitation.

Ji Zheng came back to his senses and stared blankly at the night in the distance.

Could this reaction be staged?

"Uncle Huang" also noticed his presence in the corner. It is a black, beautiful and fierce horse. It has followed Ming Ci for more and more years. At this moment, it is obviously curious and suspicious of Ji Zheng. It tilts its head and slowly comes over with a lame leg.

Ji Zheng's face was embarrassed, he even took a few steps back, mocking inwardly, the old horse's sense of smell is more useful than the so-called Western Desert Art.

The two orderlies quickly took hold of the rope, "Your Excellency was sent by the Holy Master to oversee the army, just those..."

Ji Zheng said lightly: "Well, it's just a small talk, there's no need to tell the sage." He was telling the truth.

One of them immediately thanked him continuously, and the other couldn't help but look up at Ji Zheng and said, intentionally or unintentionally, "The commander and this horse are not ordinary to you..."

Ji Zheng avoided his gaze, smiled in denial, and hurriedly left the place.

These few days are the gap between the war between the two armies. All the soldiers have been tense for a few days. The atmosphere in the army is too low and serious. It happened that the imperial court sent the supervisors to arrive at this time, and the dinner was very rich. Want to take this to relax a bit.

On the left of Ji Zheng sat Huang Shide, and on the right was the orderly named Wu Ying in the stable just now.

Everyone waited for a long time for King Jing to come to the banquet, but what came was saying that the military was busy, let you enjoy yourself, so the place opposite Ji Zheng across the entire bonfire was vacant, and the opportunity to recognize each other was missed again. .

"Sir, please." When Wu Ying came up, he tore off the whole half-baked lamb leg that was still dripping blood and handed it to Ji Zheng. Huang Shide gasped when he saw it.

This dinner was definitely not enjoyable for Ji Zheng. The body of the original owner was accustomed to eating in the palace. He didn't eat raw, old, exciting, and half a glass of spirits. fall.

Just when Ji Zheng's hesitant hand was still hanging in the air, Wu Ying suddenly retracted it and smiled apologetically, "I was negligent. I'm afraid my lord will stay in the palace for a long time and won't be able to touch these bloodstained people..."

Before Wu Ying finished speaking, Ji Zheng had already grabbed it, and without thinking about it, he took a big mouthful expressionlessly.

If you want to act, you have to act to the end, wearing an **** uniform and being exposed in front of so many people, then where will his face of the ninety-five supreme.

So for the remaining half of the banquet, Ji Zheng has been rinsing the salty taste in his mouth with alcohol.

The drunkenness came unknowingly, and it was considered to release the pressure and dilute the fatigue of the previous days. When he came to his senses, the banquet was nearly over. The soldiers in the barracks strictly followed military discipline and did not drink a drop of alcohol during the preparations. Several large pots of fine wine were used to entertain them.

Huang Shide was also very drunk, and had long been helped into a separate tent.

Ji Zheng was an attendant in the army at this time, and he was not assigned a separate tent, so he couldn't find where the marshal's tent was.

Until a voice came from my ear, "Do you want to take a bath? My humble duty will take you there."

bath? Jade pond, hot water, steam, saponin, aromatherapy…

Ji Zheng nodded confusedly.

He was helped to a tent in the deepest part of the camp, and there was a constant stream of hot air coming out from the curtain. Immediately, a wooden bucket, a large scoop, and two squares were stuffed into his hand.

Ji Zheng: ?

He looked down at what was in his hand, a little confused.

"I have to fight it in the water. Do more or it will get cold quickly. Just take off your clothes and put them on the shelf. No one will steal them."

Seeing his hesitant expression, Wu Ying added, "A lot of people wash it inside, so it's very warm."

There are indeed many people in there.

Ji Zheng could hear it clearly, the sound of water rushing from time to time accompanied the slapstick of the troops, a unique hearty laughter.

His entire back stiffened, and the hairs stood on end.

Life in the army is boring and strict, and only this kind of bathing is a place where everyone can joke without any scruples, and exchange feelings with each other frankly.

After waiting for a while, Wu Ying saw that he hadn't moved, and smiled understandingly: "It's okay, then I'll go in first, and you can take off your clothes after I go in."

After all, Ji Zheng didn't have time to stop it, Wu Ying had already started to remove the outermost armor, and began to reach under his neck to **** for the buttons of the padded jacket.

Ji Zheng was completely awakened, completely drunk, he faltered, and was so nervous that his eyes were nowhere to be placed.

He was sick in bed before, and had no chance to experience the spectacular scene of a group of youthful flesh in the school bathhouse, and then dressed as an emperor.

Ji Zheng's eyes were nowhere to be placed, and it was a bit difficult to accept for a while.

But it is reasonable for the low-status servants in the palace to have not experienced the bathhouse, and it would be strange to tweak it.

Wu Ying had already stretched his hand down and started to pull on his waistband, and he was about to pull down.

Ji Zheng was ruthless, closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, and put his hand outside his gray layer of servants.

"Me too..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a thud, and the small orderly in front of him was kicked into the bathroom door curtain, and he disappeared into the hot air with his pants on.

Before he had time to turn around, he felt his body light up, and the world was spinning in front of him, and instantly his head and feet fell, falling into a broad shoulder.

"Do you really want to see a man undress?"

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This should be counted as the day before yesterday and yesterday... I wanted to post it together after I finished writing, qaq waiting for a long time