The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Chapter 52:

The more time Ming Ci left, Ji Zheng really felt what it means to be lonely like snow and live like a year. In the setting of the original book, Ming Ciyue is a hawk who is trapped in the capital. The chains on his feet can’t be freed. He will not be in control of the military, nor will he be able to go to war for the country. You can find him every day when you open your eyes, even if you are not in Yanfu Hall, you will be within ten miles of Yanfu Hall.

But now, there is one less person, and the entire palace is empty.

Ming Ciyue is not a talkative person, nor does he often appear in front of his eyes. Most of the time, he silently bows his head, holds his hands behind him, and follows him unhurriedly. His presence is not as high as that of Li Ruhai.

When I was in the palace every day, I was used to it and would not have any special feelings. Once the person disappeared, I knew how important his existence was.

But Ji Zheng doesn’t think that he is a person who is very dependent on emotions. Ming Ci goes out to fight and can’t come back in a year and a half. Is he not enjoying life anymore, not doing things, not going through the plot, and working hard to retire, and he is hard at work. A lookout stone?

But this time, Ji Zheng didn’t even go back to his own bedroom. He ran to the study hall every day at three o’clock and one line. Inside, he smiled disdainfully and helplessly.

Just when he was still living his life with his fingers, the first military book arrived, and it was passed all the way in the early dynasty and presented it to the main hall of Qianying Hall.

Ji Zheng looked down at the stage, panting and raising his arms, showing a thick stack of soft paper as an attendant.

“A military book from the front line in Western Xinjiang?” he asked.

The attendants repeatedly said yes.

His fingers kept pounding on the armrest, and he was worried, and asked again, “King Jing’s handwriting?”

The attendant hesitated for a while, made sure of it, and nodded, “I marked Baili rush, emphasizing that it must go straight to the imperial front without going through the Ministry of War.”

This time, it was not only the emperor, but the ministers below also made a disturbing commotion.

There is no other reason. Ming Ci has led the army for many years and never passed on military books. Ji Zheng understands this from reading books, and the ministers understand it better.

Win or lose, it’s all a matter of two words, just send a soldier to pass the word all the way back to Beijing, he will never make excuses for defeat, let alone ask for credit for victory. In addition, when I led the troops ten years ago, I was young and energetic, and the front-line military affairs and tactics were all decided by one person. Only when I was short of money and food did I remember that I still had a direct boss who was the Ministry of War in the Central Army.

Immediately below, an official immediately suggested that since it is not a straightforward battle report, it is better to send it to Dayan first, send it to the Ministry of War to analyze the results, and then report it directly to Ming Sheng.

This person expressed it very euphemistically, and the implication was that the little emperor ignored the military and politics for a long time, for fear that he would not be able to understand or explain in public, and would be embarrassed if he did not come down to the stage.

Ji Zheng was not willing to let this opportunity go, and immediately called someone to present it.

“Why so many?” As he opened the letter, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at the attendant who sent the letter.

When I opened it up, I found that the last letter was from the sixth day of the first lunar month, “When I first entered the desert, Qing, the soldiers and horses of the Western Desert have been in ambush here for a long time, and they were chasing and blocking us. The border gate of Yangxiao City is defending, and I have sent a special letter to the Holy One, asking for His forgiveness.”

The second letter was sent a few days later, on the 11th. It is estimated that the horse of the first letter has not yet arrived, and the second letter has already been sent out. “The first battle was successful, but a sudden strong wind caused a few supplies to be lost. The lieutenant general It was proposed to attack and occupy the abandoned camp in the Western Desert, but the minister suspected that he was deceitful, so he quarreled with him, and insisted on holding his troops still, not knowing what the holy view would be if the sage was there.”

The third, the fourth…

There are not many words on each letter. The more Ji Zheng looks at it, the more frightened he gets, and the faster he reads. At the end of the book, without exception, are some words for advice.

What holy views does Ming Ci Yue seek? ! What he can’t know, what he doesn’t know, Ji Zheng was not born when he was studying the art of war!

Just because he was wearing armor, and because he had the idea of going out, the more serious the Ming Ci was, the more serious he was, the wind and the moon, the blood and the sand on the battlefield were written to him and told to him. As his general, he became his eyes.

Say goodbye…

Ji Zheng’s hand trembled a little, and suddenly slapped the letter on the imperial case, “Today is the sixth day of the second lunar month!”

6th of February! These military books have been backlogged for a whole month!

With this shot, the servants of the Ministry of War knelt down tremblingly, “Returning to the sage, I really don’t know, I have never seen these letters in the Ministry of War before, and I really didn’t expect Jing…Xijiang, He will also send military documents to Xijiang, but he doesn’t pay much attention to it. This is something that has never happened before. Besides, it is also just after the New Year’s Day, and the manpower is not available… It just so happens that today’s letter is expedited and sent directly to the imperial front, and the first few letters are just, Just got together…”

This is Dayan’s internal system. It is terribly inefficient and redundant. Ji Zheng sighed and secretly made a note in his mind that he would need to rectify in the future. The expedited one is also the thickest.

Unfolding the letter, there was a dark, gooey object inside.

Ji Zheng fixed his eyes, the officials stretched their necks, a piece of blood-stained heart goggles, and the heavy armor on the chest, which was small in size and extremely densely forged, but it seemed that there were already torn marks on it, mixed with blood. It spreads like a spider’s web, making people look terrified.

There was only a short sentence in the letter, “We were attacked, narrowly won, and we urgently need to transfer the forage camp.”

A piece of armor, what does it mean? ! The pot exploded again.

“Transfer the food and grass, the more urgent the Mingci is to say this, why do you want to consult the palace at this moment?”

“What is Mr. Cao of the Ministry of War still doing, come together with the old generals to make up your mind.”

“Yeah, it’s not too late to ask for guilt afterwards. At this moment, your Ministry of War is not talking. Are you still waiting for the Holy Master to make a decision in person? The situation on the front line is complicated…”

“No…” Ji Zheng pursed his lips, he knows this question!

This battle was originally fought by the protagonist Gu Congyun. He fought against Li Ying in the West Desert in the front, and the uncle sat in the palace for remote guidance. Because the original book spent several pages talking about it, he praised and praised this kind of battle. Fighting side by side and delivering the fairy feeling behind him, he remembered it very clearly.

Ming Ci Yue, relying on him, relying on him.

This feeling is really good.

“The sooner you come back with the letter and the remarks, the troops will retreat to the east for fifty miles. You don’t need to explain much, he will understand when he sees it.” The noise from above came to an abrupt end, and everyone froze and didn’t move.

Holy… what did you say? He has read military books for a few days in total!

Ming Ci Yue was really stupid before he dared to ask the court for instructions, and the sage was crazy to respond indiscriminately? !

Whether this word is passed on, and whether it is passed on to the front line, believe it or not?

“Right now, understand?”

The crowd raised their heads, squinted for a while, and didn’t dare to think wildly.

They have never seen the saint look like this.

It was still the familiar Yuzhuo boy, standing tall and wearing a mysterious robe, but his eyes were decisive and resolute like never before, so resolute that all the people below lost their voices. The imperial decree issued is the golden soup that was poured out. The person in the upper position will not take it back, and he will not hesitate to doubt himself.

This is the strength of the people who are dragons.

They seemed to have been beaten up from a state of amnesia, and they suddenly realized that this court was still the court of the Holy One, and it was the world that he said was the only one.

“Why are you still stunned, since the sage has already sent a message, why don’t you immediately repair the book in the western border?” Mrs. Zhao sighed, “but there may be something strange about that piece of heart protection…”

Several old pedants immediately stood up to support him, “Yeah, sending a letter a thousand miles away, how could it be possible to send a useless thing.”

“This piece of armor must have a purpose, is there some secret message?”

“Everyone, please look at this dangerous position on the chest, the heart protection mirror is cracked like this, I’m afraid…”

“I may not see it. This armor is obviously small in size. It is not necessarily King Jing’s. Whoever took it off, it must be a prisoner of war in the Western Desert, or some thin and inconspicuous work.”

Everyone was talking about this piece of armor.

“Presumptuous, talk nonsense!”

They thought that they had offended the sage again, and they looked up quickly.

But seeing that he was still in danger just now, the little emperor who scolded Fang Qiu lived up to expectations and regressed back to his former appearance. At this moment, his face was flushed, and he paced uneasily. He didn’t want to take it out again, he just kept shouting to retreat, retreat!

After retiring from the courtiers, and even Li Ruhai rushed outside the hall, Ji Zheng carefully took out the goggles again.

It was really an ordinary piece of goggles, stained with blood and without any secret letter, but he could guess the reason just by looking at it…

This is not the goggles of some skinny prisoner of war, this is his… it is on his small armor, Ming Ci Yue took it to the western frontier, and brought it to the battlefield, took it to fight bloody, close kill the enemy.

Put it on your heart and hide it under your armor, and these cracks and bloodstains are probably also in the “near victory” mentioned in the letter, and it really saved the emperor’s uncle.

The Yan army, the enemy army, I am afraid that no one would have imagined that the commander of the entire army, who is straddling the horse, swaying in the cloak, and sturdy, will hide a piece of armor under the black heavy armor.

It was his lover’s armor.

Ji Zheng clenched the armor piece tightly and pressed it against his left chest, his entire upper body resting on the back of the dragon chair, his arms over his eyes, and he gasped.

He couldn’t imagine how this thing was embedded in flesh and blood with a force that was almost piercing, and then poured wine with iron tongs, rolled the fire, peeled off little by little, and pulled it out little by little.

He couldn’t hear the uncle groaning, frowning tightly, then gritted his teeth, wrapped the cloth, wrote the word “near victory”, with a smile, wrapped the armor with blood in the letter, just like that. In a hurry, it was presented before the throne.

He told him so unabashedly that he almost died and was rescued by him.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

Ming Ciyue really has a lot of scheming, and he knows how to deal with him too much. He kills without blood, does not say a word, just pulls something from his ribs, and sends him all the panic and comfort at the same time. The dehydrated fish that came ashore waved their tails and fluttered, and were comforted by the rising tide at night, melting on the calm beach.

Ji Zheng’s shoulders pressed against the back of the chair, shaking violently up and down, the double stimulation was too great, and it was difficult to accept for a while, but he couldn’t help it.

He rubbed his back molars and hated him for being vicious. While scolding him secretly, he couldn’t help but secretly licked his teeth all over, and his soft tongue roamed alone.

Then, after a long while, with trembling hands, he handed the nail piece to the tip of his nose, closed his eyes, and twitched his nose lightly—he put it down suddenly, like a thunderclap, so embarrassed that he wanted to grab the ground with his head.

What did he do? ! What about the pay? !

He is an emperor. He said that there are three thousand beauties in the harem, and the rain and the dew are all wet. The emperor is amorous and dull.

He felt his conscience, he was wrong, and he took back the words that he said he didn’t rely on emotions very much. But it doesn’t rely on feelings. Feelings are not his indispensable oxygen, but the more clear words are.

He misses him madly as if he’s been bewitched, craving for the expedition person, and even vaguely feels that this dilapidated palace, without clear words, can’t live alone.

Ji Zheng looked at the open ceiling of the hanging beam hall, which was hoisted high, and stuck the dirty armor directly on the chest of the black robe, silently fascinated.

Before he could stop for a while, the door of the hall was knocked again, and Li Ruhai’s voice was called out, as thin as a hanged ghost.

Ji Zheng frowned and raised his voice to ask him to come in if he had something to do, but he just yelled at the door for a long time and refused to enter.

Ji Zheng had no choice but to walk over and open the door for him. As soon as he opened it, Li Ruhai slammed him into his arms.

Li Ruhai also realized that something was wrong, knelt on the ground with a pale face, and repeatedly kowtowed, “Something happened, something really happened, sire, the capital is haunted.”

His eyes were so bloodshot that he just wrapped around Ji Zheng’s calf and was kicked away with a kick. He turned his head back several times, and finally said with a trembling lips, “The Ministry of War just said King Jing’s previous military books and they all said it. Didn’t receive it at all, no, just now, Mr. Cao returned to the main hall of the Ministry of War. Good guy, all the correspondence from the old general of Ming who went on the expedition ten years ago flew out. With spirit, in broad daylight, it just floated in the air, long. It’s like the legs can’t fall down…”

“Guess what letter it is?” Li Ruhai lowered his voice by an octave again. “It’s all letters from the late emperor who called Ming Changmu back to Beijing in the name of the corruption case in Wuzhou, and was rejected by him one after another.”

“Father-in-law is really well-informed, that ghost… who is it?” Ji Zheng bent down and lowered his voice in coordination with him.

“Oh, the Ministry of War is now scared crazy, no one dares to think about it… But you said that the main hall of the Ministry of War and the Marquis of Wu’an Mansion are separated by a few alleys. How long ago, the neighbors in the neighborhood said more after the midnight fight… If there is really a wandering spirit that can attach to the human body, I am afraid…”

“If there really is a wandering spirit possessing the human body.” Ji Zheng interrupted him, and suddenly put his head under his lowered head and smiled, “Do you think I look like me?”

The author has something to say: don’t worry, there’s nothing strange, I’ll check it out in the next chapter~

I’m sorry, I won’t explain much, self-examination, this update is really not done well, I didn’t think that it would be so busy in the later period is my problem, I’m a waste, I really learned a lesson. But in a few days, it will be a little more slow, and I will write the ending well. I can guarantee that this article will be completed in the middle and late January. Thank you to the little angel who has been chasing more updates. My problem, I will try to draw as much as possible and give away some extras, try to make up for it, and apologize again orz