MTL - The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish-Chapter 56

The twilight has not yet appeared, but the night that tightly wrapped the tent has been quietly fading. The unique coolness of the night in the sand, accompanied by a little moisture, evaporates from the soil little by little, filling it with air.

The surroundings are silent and dim, the brightness will be good, and when you stretch out your hand, you can see the ten fingers of the two people.

It was time to get up in the barracks, but the boring and tense day of the regular garrison here was about to begin again.

Ji Zheng exposed one eye from the edge of the quilt, narrowed the slit, and observed the man beside the bed in the gap.

Ming Ciyue had just finished his morning exercise. He stood aside and wiped his upper body. A few drops of sweat ran down the well-defined, deep and shallow ravines of his abdomen, passed through the scars, and slid down. The military conditions are limited. Along the high and smooth jaw line on both sides, a lot of green ballast has grown on his jaw, but his black hair is still tied into a meticulous bun.

Ming Ci Yue changed into a white coat, followed by the hard and thick armor outside.

Ji Zheng watched silently, remembering the night when he first saw Ming Ciyue. The next morning, he knelt down and changed his clothes according to the person's design. Pulling his hands away, he shaves his profile mercilessly, and remembered the night of the Winter Hunting Festival. He looked at Ming Ci in the mirror and put on the dark armor of his youth for himself.

"Come here." Ji Zheng suddenly made a sound, stretched out a hand from the quilt and grabbed the corner of Ming Ciyue's clothes, and then the whole person got out.

Ming Ci turned his head and looked over.

The hibiscus tent is warm, the night is spring and night, the dongkouyang. The spring is shallow and deep, and I can't sleep when I am upside down. I have to wear a shirt for this general.

The camp bed was very simple, only the height of the ground. Ji Zheng knelt on the bed and raised his face to find that he was facing Ming Ciyue's waist, and he couldn't reach the shoulder armor and breastplate at all.

Just when he straightened up, Ming Ci Yue also carefully knelt down to make it easier for him to move.

Dayan's craftsmanship has reached the pinnacle of ancient times, but while Ji Zheng is tying those finely crafted pieces of armor, he can't stop muttering in his heart that it should be denser and thicker.

He was helping the uncle tie the belt, his slender arms stretched out straight, wrapped around the man's strong waist, and fastened the buckle behind him, but he was too lazy to give up, "If you can't reach it, come over. "

Ming Ci Yue did as he was told, "Is it enough?"

Ji Zheng replied dully: "Not enough." The smell of the man's body had already penetrated into his nostrils.

Ming Ciyue took another step forward in his embrace, and the two bodies, which had not been separated for a long time, pressed together again. "Is it enough?"

"Not enough." Ji Zheng buried his head in the smell and sighed.

The next moment, Ming Ci Yue separated his double tui, tucked it under his arm, lifted him up, tilted it up, hugged him on his chest, and leaned against the wooden pillar beside him.

Ji Zheng had no choice but to retreat, and the unfinished sigh turned into a small whimper and melted into the morning breeze.

After the kiss, the lips parted. Ji Zheng wrapped his legs around his waist, put his arms around his neck, and looked down at him.

Ming Ciyue's expression sank again, and he was silent for a while, "I have something to hide from the Sage for a long time. Whether to forgive or not is up to the Sage to decide on his own after hearing it. Now is the time."

Ji Zheng was reminded by his words, and remembered Gu Congyun's strange remarks that day, "I also want to ask you something, although it may sound a little weird..."

"Report - the entire army of Western Deserters is attacking, and several teams have already raided ten miles away!"

The sound of the horn suddenly exploded, piercing the sky, awakening the entire barracks from the night, and the sound of footsteps, horse hooves, summons, and the sound of startling sounds mixed together.

Ming Ciyue's expression changed suddenly, he turned his head, knelt outside the tent and commanded, "Go on, the second battalion of cavalry will rush ahead, and the whole army will be on alert immediately."

"Yes!" The voice of the young soldier kneeling outside the tent was still trembling. After getting the order, he turned around and started running. Who knew that his steps would be tripped and staggered a few times.

The more he heard the sound, Ming Ci added in a deep voice: "It was not a raid, there was no accident, everything was expected."

The soldier responded a few more times and ran away quickly.

Ji Zheng didn't say a word, he was wearing a whole dress, his face was solemn, and he broke free from Ming Ciyue's embrace.

"What are you going to do!"

Ji Zheng ignored it, picked up the military armor he had prepared, and turned to go out.

"return!"

Ming Ci Yue violently grabbed his arm and pulled it back, unable to tolerate his resistance, grabbed his chin, forcing him to raise his head and open his mouth, his breath rushed straight in, his lips, tongue and teeth collided, bloody. The flavor overflowed immediately.

Ming Ci Yue's eyes turned red. Taking advantage of Ji Zheng's lack of oxygen, he forced him to stare at himself, "This matter is not discussed, you are the emperor, go back!"

He didn't wait for a reply, and he didn't even bother to listen to the vague inner voice. He opened the curtain and turned to leave. The formation of troops was still waiting for him to arrange, and the thousands of troops were still waiting for him to command. There was nothing to hesitate. Nothing to stop.

Ming Ciyue has been in the army for nearly 20 years, and he has experienced and commanded hundreds of battles, large and small. Going into battle to kill the enemy and dispatching troops is almost a physical instinct for him. Physical injuries are more likely to be psychological exhaustion and numbness.

There is no doubt that Mingciyue is a military genius. He never fights unprepared battles. As he just said, this so-called raid is not unexpected at all. Just do what you have prepared before. .

And he was terribly nervous. Walking fast on the road, he could reach out and touch the violent throbbing from his heart. When he looked down, he realized that a thin layer of sweat had already oozing out of his palms.

It was as if he had returned to the first time he held the Hongying spear in front of battle, the Maotou boy still had the scorching heat of the battlefield in his eyes, and the blood was rushing through his body.

The more Mingci is afraid, the more afraid that if he stays for half a second longer, he will not be able to withstand the request of the little sage, take him close to him, take him to the battlefield, let him ride his horse with him, collide arbitrarily, and see a great deal. The scene of Yan's battle, golden drums and battles, and murderous clouds. But he also knew that the identities of the two could not be willful. Ji Zheng was not him, nor was he born with a rough life, swords and swords were invisible, and it was a mission for the sage to protect himself without fail.

It's not that he didn't see, it's not that he didn't discover that the vigorous heroic spirit of the young man burst out savagely from the pupils and the whole body. Ming Ciyue's gaze made him unable to move his eyes at all, so that even though he had been in distress and restrained for many years, his heart subconsciously looked and approached when he was halfway into the sluggish twilight.

It's only been more than half a year, after washing the once rotten and withered breath, how much has that person changed?

The more Mingci knows, it won't take long, and if you give the saint some more time, he will completely surpass himself in all aspects of military affairs and state affairs. A fledgling eagle, the day it opened its wings, suddenly realized that he was the master of the sky, and he didn't need other birds to lead the way.

The situation was urgent, he no longer thought about it, he simply explained the arrangement to the lieutenant. By the way, he asked him to separate a team to **** Huang Shide and his party who had just arrived yesterday. After finishing this, he went straight to the front of the camp. The sound of the horn, all the soldiers should not have to start, they have spontaneously assembled there.

And as soon as he approached, he heard a crisp and neat voice over there, "All officers and soldiers obey orders—"

The back of the horse, the battle armor was tightly bound on the white clothes, and the waist and abdomen were as tough and straight as poplar trees. A drop of sweat dripped down the temples, and it was impossible to recover for a long time.

"You are all good sons and daughters of Dayan. You have left your hometown, abandoned your wife and children, eaten sand here, suffered the wind and snow, threw your head, and shed blood. I can see what you have done, and Dayan can see it. Your children and grandchildren will see it. Those who died here today will be buried according to the five-class meritorious system. Dayan will support your wife, children and mother for you. Military merit, according to the size of the military merit, is awarded to officials and houses, and you can live and work in peace and contentment.”

Ji Zheng seemed to hear the sound of the horse's hooves coming closer to Ming Ci, and immediately turned around. He was dressed in black, handsome and sassy, ​​and his spirit was incomparable. The eyes of the two met. 's hot. He raised his voice without looking back: "I promise that once the frontier is settled, all of you can put down your weapons and go back to your hometown. If there are no people who want to protect, no one wants war, and I am no exception."

The more Mingci heard this, the skeletons trembled, and then he saw that the tens of thousands of soldiers and horses in Wuyangyang knelt down together, silent for a moment, and then repeatedly shouted Long Live the Holy Spirit, the horses roared, and the voice shook The sound of clouds rang out to the battlefield of the Western Desert people ten miles away.

He and the sage, one after the other, marched side by side, in the Xuanhuang Heaven and Earth, overlooking this mighty pilgrimage.

Immediately afterwards, the sage summoned him again, "Ming Ci Yue, as long as I win this battle, don't lose."

Ming Ci Yue turned over and dismounted to receive the decree, raised his robe and bowed his head, like thousands of soldiers and horses, knelt down at the feet of the young emperor.

The position of ninety-five, the sole honor of heaven and earth, but that's all.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the sly light that flashed in the eyes of the saint again, as if he had finished speaking harshly and reminisced about the aftertaste. Weighing and chanting, [Uncle Huang, say this... OK? 】

Ming Ci smiled calmly, and after taking the order, he turned and mounted his horse, "Go on, we will not return to the camp, we can't take the food and grass, and we don't need it. Burn them all. Today is the last battle."

...? ?

Ji Zheng didn't expect that he was in the mood group, and he was emotional. He said that as long as you win the battle, you don't lose the battle. The back road is not cheap for the people of the West Desert, and a fire burns the entire camp clean.

It's also my fault that he came at an unfortunate time. He was obviously here to **** food and grass, but in the end he almost became an oil bottle.

They had to rush back under **** before they had time to reload their trucks. In order to hide their eyes and ears and avoid the scattered Western Desert ambush soldiers, they took a lot of detours, and the speed was much slower than when they came. Picked up some small villages and passed by.

These villages are sparsely populated, and there are many refugees and refugees, all of whom have been swept up by the Western Desert tribes, and have just been recovered and are slowly recovering. Ji Zheng also had something else on his body, only some of the food was unloaded that night. Now that the last battle is in full swing, this side simply walks all the way to appease and distribute food and appease the refugees.

It took nearly 20 days to come, and almost a month to return, and on the third day after they left the barracks, the "last battle" was over without any suspense. outside.

Except for a small number of those who stayed there to clean the battlefield, they were originally stationed in the local area. They arrived in the capital six days earlier.

But he came to the bottom of the palace wall and failed to enter, inexplicably disappeared without a trace.

This caused Ji Zheng to just return to the Yanfu Palace at noon. After eating, he went to bed on the couch with a heavy heart, squinting and half asleep, and in the afternoon dream, the original book Huangshu took the sword and seized the throne. The terrifying scene, but suddenly there was a report from outside, Mingci Yue people have passed Yueyun Pass, and now they are in the suburbs of Beijing.

Ji Zheng jumped up from the bed with a thunderbolt, "So soon, you won?" The surprise and joy in his eyes were not hidden, the kind of childish child who is revelry and overwhelmed when opening presents subconsciously. revealed.

Indeed, even if this book is good news, the attendant probably still wants to ask for some reward, so he happily hinted, "Who said no, the lord will lead the troops to the capital without saying a word, and the run is very fast, I am going this way. When the report came, the masters in half the city were startled by him, you said that this is hidden, no one knows, it looks like you are preparing a surprise for someone."

Who would have guessed that this sentence suddenly touched the sage's bad head, and he jumped up again before he could settle down, but this time he was furious, "Fart, who do you say is leading the troops to run to the capital, who do you say is hiding? Concealed, fart!"

The attendant was so frightened that he fanned his mouth again and again and knelt aside.

Ji Zheng didn't have time to deal with him at all, a bright yellow t-shirt was about to go out, a sinister feeling of unease quietly grew out of his heart, it was the kind of subconscious fear, empty, but like being Hanging in the air for a long time, the panic and loss as soon as I landed was unreal.

Just go home, be victorious, nothing to worry about.

According to Dayan's rules, if the soldiers who are outside the country want to return to the capital unless they have been summoned, they must have a military report first, detailing the situation on the battlefield or the frontier. The military report must be at least five days after arriving in the capital. , it is the second request to return to the city written by the army commander. After the sage has approved the reply, the commander can lead a small group of people to cross Yueyun Pass, arrive at the suburbs of Beijing, come to the gate of the capital, and hand over the emperor. Approval, the guards will open the city gate to welcome the return.

If the sage does not reply one day, everyone will have to stand by outside the gate, even if it is a triumph, it is not allowed to approach the capital for half a step.

Naturally, Ji Zheng didn't know much about these red tapes. He just subconsciously felt that such good things came too smoothly and too quickly.

But after worrying about it, the bitterness of being reunited with the person he loves and spending the rest of his life together comes up again. Ji Zheng ran out barefoot, but was stopped by the servants and maids before he went out. He simply calmed down. From the bottom of the wardrobe, he took out the brocade robe with dark red and mysterious edges, carefully and slapped it in the mirror. Fix your hair.

This is the one that Mingci gave away on the day he left the city. Uncle Huang said that it is his choice to wear a dragon robe or a wedding dress. Being a monarch or a lover can be the way to get along.

The red dress is the dress for the big wedding day, and it is the color to be worn when there is a happy event, but he has been shelving it at the bottom to pick up the dust, as if it will never be used.

Lang Ren came back on horseback and leaned on the inclined bridge, and he wanted to give him the most magnificent Man Lou Hong Xiu trick. He wants the general he loves to live on forever and never worry about a hundred years from now.

Ji Zheng rode the carriage, kept secret, and rushed to the edge of the city wall with bumps and bumps, but soon the road was not easy to go, and all the people from thousands of households spontaneously poured out of their houses, blocking the streets and alleys. Zheng was reluctant to start a school and move the crowd, so he had to be surrounded by the crowd and pushed to the foot of the wall. When he actually climbed the city wall and looked at the whole city, he was surprised that things were weird.

The restless plain gray in the middle are the people, and the black colors that surround and surround the capital silently are the nearly ten thousand imperial guards guarding the capital. They seem to have caught the wind early, and they have gathered silently and ambushed here, as if A cloud that lingers. This is the case on the ground, and it is the clouds in the sky that cover the abnormally hot afternoon sun.

The general who defended the city landed on the city wall with a smile on his face and escorted him over, "The sage came here in person, he really loves His Royal Highness King Jing, the return to the city that you approved has just sent someone to the city defender, don't worry, The guards are ready to open the city gate and welcome the general to return to the capital."

"The order to return to the city approved?" Ji Zheng frowned, "I don't know when it happened."

He didn't look up, his eyes still fell on the people in the city.

The old guard's face was a little bit unbearable, "The order to return to the city, first get the military letter of victory, and then approve the order to return to the city. If you don't approve, how can His Royal Highness King Jing bring troops into the customs and return to Beijing? Then we will accept it. What's your decree here?"

"...Military Newsletter?" Is there such a thing?

At this time, Ji Zheng's eyes suddenly caught, what was in the arms of the commoner who rushed to the front and closest to the city gate. Those people were wearing bamboo hats, and their hands were vaguely connected. In the earthy gray linen clothes, the bright yellow and yellow reflective brocade cloth feet were clearly a dragon robe.

A dragon robe!

They seemed unusually silent among the tens of thousands of restless people, waiting for the city gate to open.

As if sensing, one person slowly raised his head, turned against the light, squinted to find Ji Zheng's position, took off his hat, stared at him, and smiled.

"Gu Congyun."

The mottled scars on that face are like biological skins crawling out from the magma underground, and like a drawn totem of tricks.

Ji Zheng's brain couldn't react to this face at all, and he couldn't associate it with the former Wuan Hou family in the capital, Gu San Xiaoye, who was proud of the spring breeze. He just called out the name subconsciously.

too familiar. In addition to Ming Ciyue, it was this person who sat behind him and accompanied him.

Amidst the boiling voices at the foot of the city, Gu Congyun seemed to hear his call again, nodded and turned to leave the crowd, climbed the stairs step by step, and came towards the city wall.

What is he going to do? What did he do?

Ji Zheng's eyes quickly wandered back and forth between the city and the city.

If there is such a thing as a good news military book, and he arrives in Beijing one step before him, but disappears, it must have fallen into Gu Congyun's hands.

If the common people were encouraged to welcome the commander back to Beijing, and if the forbidden army was arranged to arrest traitors, it must have been the news of the triumphant time.

If Ming Ciyue appeared outside the city gate at this moment, the people below shouted that His Royal Highness King Jing was a thousand years old, a thousand years old handsome, someone would throw the dragon robe in the chaos...

No, that's not how the protagonist seizes the throne in the book. Right now, the siege of the surrounding imperial army is the time to wait for the rabbit.

"Holy."

Ji Zheng's pupils shrank and turned back suddenly, cold sweat soaking half of his shirt underneath.

Gu Congyun's face was hidden under the veil again, "Why are you wearing red clothes today, your skin is white, you look beautiful from a distance." He squinted slightly, took another half step, and said with admiration, "This is above It is also embroidered with a pattern of dragon and phoenix showing auspiciousness, it is festive and auspicious, it is really fitting."

"It's a pity that I can't wear red anymore." He said with a little regret, a pair of hands with burn marks stretched out from under his sleeves, rubbed them narrowly in the sunlight, and then submerged into the depths of the cloth.

"It doesn't matter, let's change the etiquette of the emperor's court clothes to red, it looks good."

Ji Zheng didn't answer, because a black mass of soldiers and horses had already appeared on the skyline outside the city, and the horses' hooves were briskly and swiftly rushing towards the city gate.

The general guarding the city watched for a moment, with a smile on his face, and shouted down, "The commander returns to Beijing, open the city gate!"

With a few low-pitched drum beats, the city gate was pulled up with a squeak, and the people burst into cheers.

"Wear red in the future, every day, every night." Gu Congyun said softly, "Show me."

"Wait!" Ji Zheng grabbed the old soldier by the collar, "Quickly close the city gate, don't open it without my order!"

The old soldier panicked for a moment, his lips trembled, but he heard the young emperor in the red dress in front of him shout loudly, "All the guards of the city obey the order, go to the beacon tower on the city wall, draw the bow and aim!"

The author has something to say: I solemnly declare that the sentences in this chapter [dongkouyang. The spring is shallow and deep, and I can't sleep when I am upside down] are excerpted from an ancient poem.

A belated wish for a happy Spring Festival, everything goes smoothly in the new year, there is no shortage of love in life, and forwarding all wins! ! I finally finished this chapter before I dared to say New Year's greetings to everyone, wipe my tears... T^T