The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Ming Ci Yue looked at the person in his arms and looked up at him with hazy eyes. He lowered his head and wanted to respond to the look with practical actions, but he saw the man push him away reservedly and stood staggeringly. stable.

Ji Zheng: …

Ming Ci Yue: …

Ji Zheng: "Emperor... Commander, are you coming to the bathhouse too?"

Ming Ci Yue: …

Just as he was about to speak to the sage, his words changed again, "You raise your head."

Ji Zheng's movements stopped, his whole body tensed up, he pressed the brim of his hat, pressed it again, raised it slightly, looked out from the shadow, and looked at Ming Ci Yue carefully.

Ming Ci Yue heard it clearly now, ["Fortunately, it was a little late. If I happened to meet you in the bathhouse, I would definitely be recognized by the uncle after taking off my clothes."]

There is no such thing as two or two fierce wines, but as long as there are two snacks, not so much.

The sage did not say a word, and traveled thousands of miles to the military camp in dismay, dressed as a little **** in an attempt to deceive and test himself, and drank so much alcohol when he was not there, he would strip off with others and go to the bathhouse without any precautions.

If I were a quarter of an hour later, I'm afraid I would have to go in and pick up the little sage from a bunch of naked and rough men.

Ming Ci frowned more and suppressed his anger.

"What did you call me?"

Ji Zheng simply called out again: "Master."

His mind was completely smothered by alcohol, he didn't realize what was going on, and he was still performing his own performance, but... Why did Mingci look at one of his little servants with more and more hot eyes , with a little anger, but as if he 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's the crime of playing in the military camp at night?"

Ji Zheng was flustered and confused. He was a high-ranking emperor. When had he been questioned so harshly, and he had never had the chance to see how his uncle treated his subordinates.

Seeing that Mingci walked behind the tent with his hands behind his back, he obediently followed after knowing that he was wrong.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they walked to the back of the tent, they were pushed over onto the tent. The figures of the two were stacked together, and the soft tent cloth was pressed out into a large human shape. , you will be able to find out how red-faced the shape is.

"What's to blame, eh?"

The breath of Ming Ciyue enveloped him from both sides. The faint rosin and rosin he used to carry on his body when he was in the palace disappeared. At this moment, it was a familiar and unfamiliar smell, the smell of the desert, the dryness of sand and stone, and the warmth of sand and stone. With a faint lingering smell of blood.

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

He was trying his best to lean back, but his legs were maliciously separated, and the tent cloth behind him couldn't find a support point. After a while, he couldn't support it anymore, and a thin layer of sweat broke out all over his body.

Soon, a big hand fu. came up and got under the dirty **** suit, exposing his skin to the dry and cold desert air, to the tips of the wolf's claws.

Uncle Huang's thumb is so dry, it seems that deep and shallow holes have been cracked along the texture of the calluses.

Almost instantly, Ji Zheng raised his head like an electric shock and took a deep breath.

"Or...what's the crime of **** in front of a group of soldiers?"

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

"I'm asking you, don't mind anyone else!"

When Ji Zheng heard the words, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. If he was struck by thunder, he couldn't care about the crispness coming from his lower back. His brain was spinning rapidly, and a feeling of being betrayed slowly rose.

The more clearly Mingci did not recognize him, he carried him behind his back and used privileges to bully men and women at will in the military camp, taking them by force.

Uncle Huang is so much older than him, his physical energy is at its peak, and it is impossible to have no need. Before, the uncle in the bed was almost simply to please him, so he didn't go deeper, let alone satisfy himself. demand.

Why? Because the uncle habitually stole food behind his back? In the barracks, in the palace, there are many handsome young boys and girls who only meet once, and will be punished and threatened just like him for making mistakes like this. Maybe Wu Ying, who fed the horse just now...

Ji Zheng's whole body seemed to be frozen in heat, and his body was as stiff as a piece of cold wood. His brain numbed by alcohol subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and it was always hard to believe. The more he couldn't see it, the more Ming Ci was like this.

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

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

Ming Ci Yue seemed to chuckle, and then Ji Zheng heard the sound of clothes rustling. The cloak representing the army's supreme commander was taken off and draped over his single coat, bringing the two bodies together. Covered in.

Ji Zheng felt even more uncomfortable when he thought of what was going to happen in a while. He lowered his voice and said in an angry voice, "Aren't you afraid that I will sue you in the future?"

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

"Then I'll go back to the court and report it to the sage, asking him to do justice!"

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

Ji Zheng closed his 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, with just a few kisses, this body will rot into a pool of chun water and melt in this night.

It was already a surrender response carved into the depths.

The rustling sound of the two's clothes was screeching in the silent desert where only the sound of howling wind was left. Suddenly, from behind Ji Zheng, in a room separated only by a thin tent cloth, there was a sound of footsteps accompanied by the sound of a few people laughing and joking, causing him to bounce off the tent and fall into the man's arms.

It was still a military camp, and it was still in the wild, and the wind and sand roamed freely on the bare skin. There are thousands of men and horses stationed in this place alone, and there are constant patrols at night. Anyone who comes with a lantern will see two men hugging each other, their clothes hanging on their toes and fading to their shoulders, lingering and entangled.

Fortunately, this is a corner that the moonlight can't see.

Uncle Huang kindly leaned into his ear and told him, "Don't panic, if you don't resist, you won't be able to make any noise."

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

Ji Zheng was nervous, his teeth fell, and he groaned in pain, and the two parted breathlessly.

Ji Zheng took the opportunity to turn away his face, only to hear a few people in the room continue to talk, "Our military camp is not happy about this, let the commander see that they are all punished, just like the three camps last time."

"You know shit, I heard that the board was not punished, and the commander personally transferred them to the fifth battalion, and the other remained in the third battalion."

Ji Zheng was distracted, and his brain began to wonder why Mingciyue did this in the chaos. He obviously couldn't be someone who hated male style. If the military regulations clearly stated this, Mingciyue was strict in governing the army, but Knowing the law, breaking the law, and taking advantage of the privilege.

The soldiers in Mingci Yueren were talking, their minds were obviously not there, and they started to strip his coat on their own, and threw a whole set of dirty **** uniforms on the sand at will.

"Speaking of which, has the sage returned to the letter that the commander sent to the capital last time?"

"Which one?"

"Hey, just the one that specifically reported the injury of the uncle Huang. You have to write the injury of a horse so clearly, and the commander dictates it, so that I am not allowed to change a word."

"No wonder... There were several letters from Beijing asking how the marshal's injury was. It was inexplicable, and we didn't know how to reply."

Ming Ci Yue: …

Ji Zheng: ? ?

He seemed to understand but raised his head in confusion.

The two fell into an awkward silence together.

Ji Zheng just wanted to move, but the next moment, he felt that the cloak on his body tightened. He was turned over and hugged tightly 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 calm, but he gave orders solemnly.

Several people took the road and fled, pulling up the curtain and running back.

Ji Zheng was still shivering in the man's arms, but he heard the voice above his head saying: "Hold on, let's pass on, the Sage will come to the barracks, and take the Sage's armor to my tent."

"Yes, yes, let's get it."

...Holy?

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

The sooner Mingci recognized him, when did he still tease him when he recognized it?

The more Mingci wrapped him in a big cloak, he walked towards the commander's tent with a blank face, and countless soldiers stopped to say hello to him along the way, and the more Mingci nodded in response.

Ji Zheng's anger didn't come from anywhere, and it was not easy to attack on the spot, so he had to endure the anger and wait for him to close the curtain.

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

"Your Highness?" Ming Ci Yue smiled, knelt down and lowered his head to call him, and touched his hand forward.

"You're welcome, handsome." Ji Zheng froze his face, shook off his hand, turned around, undressed all the way, and walked all the way to the bathtub placed aside.

There were only a few pieces of clothes left on his body, but he casually threw them at his feet, staining the room's ambiguous atmosphere.

It was a body that was as smooth and clean as jade, without the slightest blemish. It was dyed pink by warm wine, and the pink came out from under the thin layer of skin.

Ming Ci's eyes followed the body directly, watching him submerge in the water, his black hair spread like seaweed.

When the sage looked back at him, he immediately lowered his eyes, followed him, and said softly: "The sage went from the capital to the frontier, and the dignified ninety-five supreme, but deliberately condescended to dress up as a father-in-law, so that the minister was flattered."

Ji Zheng knew that he was embarrassed and wrong, so he buried his head in the water, only his eyes were exposed, and after a while, he spit out a bunch of bubbles.

Ming Ciyue sighed again and said: "The minister prepared hot water in the tent for the sage, but the sage went to the bathhouse with them. If the minister goes one step later, the sage will take off his clothes as he is now, and be honest with them. See you."

Ji Zheng spit out another long string of bubbles.

Unwillingly, he stuck his head out of the water and argued, "It's all men, what's wrong with taking off your clothes."

The more Mingci heard the words, he got up from the bathtub, and without a word, began to untie his outer armor, middle clothes, layer by layer, those skin with countless terrible scars were exposed in front of his eyes again, one by one, Several newly added scars turned out flesh and blood.

Ming Ci Yue said: "I'm just a man."

The light of the brazier, everything in front of me was covered with red veil, spinning.

Ji Zheng shrank helplessly underwater, his eyelashes fluttered on the water's surface, and his ears were covered in hazy as he listened to his heartbeat coming from far away, and was grabbed fiercely, violently and without a trace. Help, plop, plop.

He seemed to hold his breath for a century, leaping out of the water like a smooth fry, and opened his mouth breathlessly, "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 his back, falling into the light red spring tide sea, the sea water rushed out and wet those clothes. , washed away their only shore.

Something slid inward along the auricle, and murmured like crazy, "I miss you so much, miss you, miss you, miss you..."

Miss you, miss you.

Ji Zheng reluctantly grabbed the edge of the basin and stuck his head out. He was lifted out of the water by the man and sighed silently with his head held high, only to repeat the man's sentence softly, "I miss you so much." Immediately, he was dragged into the water again.

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

...

In the tent of the commander-in-chief of the military camp, the two of them lay on their sides and slept next to each other on a narrow marching bed.

Ji Zheng didn't fall asleep, so he didn't dare to get out of bed for fear of waking up the uncle, so he had to keep one position all the time, his fingertips slowly crawling along the newly added scar on his chest and swimming.

The scar is dangerous, running across the left chest, only slightly shallower at the heart, where the ribs go up.

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

"Sleep a little longer." Ming Ciyue didn't open his eyes, but held his hand and said in a deep voice.

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

Ji Zheng's hand climbed up on his arm again, "If you hurt your arm and can't pick up swords and ink, go to the bottom of Beili Mountain to see the horse farm and be the richest man."

"If you hurt your eyes, then go to the Imperial College and be a teacher who is respected by thousands of people."

"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 and more, "I remember, if you fall from the horse, you must land head first."

Ji Zheng feigned anger, and pressed his knee against his lower abdomen under the quilt, "Thinking beautifully, you can't hurt anywhere!"

After saying this, both of them were silent.

If he is seriously injured... It's a pity that Ming Ci is already covered with scars, but he still stays here, so that Ji Zheng can see him, hug him, but can't take him away.

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

"Yes." Ming Ci Yue answered him, "Come on, Xi Mo can't be consumed anymore. After this battle is over, we will go home."

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

Ji Zheng thought very slowly, muttering while thinking, "Then I have to let the Ministry of Rites prepare for it when I go back. I will start from Yanfu Palace, three media and six hires, and eight carry a large sedan chair to Zhengyue Mansion to welcome you."

"But in the days before the ceremony, you can no longer live in the palace. You got together before the wedding, and you have to talk about it when the old rotten know about it."

Ming Ci hummed more and more vaguely, "There are still a few days..." The hand moved maliciously, "Can you hold it back?"

Ji Zheng took a light breath and clapped his hands angrily, "What happened to the two soldiers of the third battalion they were talking about today, the two of them, the two men... You don't look like an unreasonable person."

Ming Ci Yue stopped moving, opened his eyes, didn't look at him, looked at the top of the tent, and said lightly: "This is the rule, the separation is for their own good, we have already injured more than 30,000 soldiers in this war, if we were in the same In the battle camp, if one is broken, the other will not be able to go, and if you want to live, you can only survive one pair."

"Anyone can be killed and injured every day, including me."

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

Ji Zheng turned his eyes away, pretending to smile easily, "Didn't I say everything, if you hurt your leg..."

"I mean it hurts here." Ming Ci Yue took his hand to his chest, on his ribs, "That kind of heavy..."

Ji Zheng suddenly retracted his hand.

He murmured for a while, and said bitterly, "Then I have to live, too, to be an emperor, and to be alive to bring you home."

Ming Ci was stunned for a moment, silent, and lowered his head to stare at him quietly.

"Really." Ji Zheng sighed, "It's the first time I think it's good to be an emperor."

You can use all your powers and run desperately to protect you and the land you love.

The author has something to say: look at the set of ellipses, it is not a simple twelve dots, it is a whole night of hard work and sweat (holding your head)