The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Chapter 9:

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A belated double festival blessing, I wish you all a happy double festival! The scum author squatted at home alone to code words…

Come back for more! Thanks for reading, the previous chapter 6, 7, and 8 have been slightly revised, but generally unchanged, adding some small details about how Ji Zheng and the uncle get along. If there is anything unclear, you may need to browse (sorry QAQ bow)

Chong Chong Chong, charge Uncle Huang with VIP as soon as possible to activate the mind-reading function! ! Xuan Qian? Xuanqian!

Under the flickering candlelight, Ji Zheng could only see the figure and stamina of the person in front of him. A light gray linen was barely covering his body. Once the wind passed, the linen couldn’t hide the chill of early winter. The figure who fell on the red lacquer corridor behind him was as wide and straight as a lone pine on the cliff.

The sharply defined jawline loomed in the candlelight.

Ji Zheng shuddered violently, his teeth chattering.

Xuanqian is not someone else. The original book stinks to describe him as the most seductive monk, young and promising, with a very deep cultivation base, and has won the credit of the royal family. He enters the palace three times a month to pray and recite sutras. Before and after the expedition, he would sit and meditate with him for three days.

He was originally the successor of the next abbot, but this serious monk did not become a monk for a few days, because he hated the faint-hearted king, and then he returned to the world to help Mingci seize power. He once used the temple when Mingci was in danger. He had covered him, but as for the black transformation and hatred, it was after Ming Ci Yue ascended the throne and became emperor…

How could Xuan Qian happen to appear here, and what does the phrase “waiting for a long time” mean.

Ji Zheng just pretended to be hugging a person and was still in the air, but now he slowly fell down awkwardly, “I disturbed the master’s cleaning, I just admitted that I was wrong at night, so I will go to the beauty…”

He didn’t wait for Xuan Qian to reply, he turned around and fled along the corridor as fast as he could. His back was numb, as if there was a vague gaze staring at his spine.

There was no sound of footsteps coming from behind, but in a blink of an eye, another ray of candlelight appeared in front of him, stubbornly lingering in the cold wind.

It was probably the lady hiding here, “Quick, the beauty will help me…”

When the lights went up, Ji Zheng could see it clearly, again with a bright forehead, sword brows and star eyes, a very sharp nose bridge, and those deep eyes, looking at him half-closed and slightly open.

Just now, Ji Zheng dashed half a mile, and in the blink of an eye, Xuan Qian overtook him like a ghost in the night.

Ji Zheng took a deep breath and stood still.

The monk’s voice was extremely low and low, like the morning bells and the evening drums in the mountains and temples, “The Holy Master is not in the dark, but here…” He touched Ji Zheng’s chest in the air with his hands.

It was agreed that monks would not lie… Ji Zheng understood this time, the monk was scolding him for his black heart in a different way.

Ji Zheng suddenly realized that he had not abdicated, and this person had not returned to the secular world. As a tyrant, he ran into a monk from his own royal temple.

“Well you master, don’t stay in the temple to pray for me, what are you doing in the back garden of the Empress Dowager at night!”

Xuan Qian took a half step back and bowed slightly, “The Empress Dowager called Xuan Qian here to pray for the unborn little prince, but perhaps the poor monk has limited cultivation and cannot perceive the existence of the little prince’s blessing.”

Ji Zheng was serious: “Oh, then you may have to ask Concubine Ying to give him a pulse.”

Xuan Qian turned a deaf ear, and pushed the door on the side of the corridor next to him, “Xuan Qian wants to talk earnestly with the Sage, to help the Sage clear his inner doubts, pray for the little prince, and pray for Dayan.”

Ji Zheng looked inside and shrank his neck instantly. The atmosphere inside was too secluded, as if the Empress Dowager had prepared a meditation room for Xuan Qian to copy the scriptures in her own palace. At this time, the candles scattered all over the ground seemed to be doing a sacrificial ceremony. Obviously, Xuan Qian had already prepared them and was waiting for him to come.

However, Ji Zheng had no way to retreat. Xuan Qian was like an airtight wall. As he went further, Ji Zheng had to take a step back, like a little trapped beast caught in a trap, forced into it step by step.

As soon as you enter the house, the space is closed and quiet, and there is the usual sandalwood incense in the temple. Ji Zheng shook his head as if he had really entered the ancient temple for thousands of years in the deep mountains. He began to quickly recall what he had done to disturb the eminent monk. To be precise, it was the evil deed of the original owner.

“Is there anything the sage wants to tell the poor monk?”

Xuan Qian sat opposite him, guarding the flickering candle together. He didn’t urge Ji Zheng, but Ji Zheng could feel the clearly discernible cold disgust in the direct line of sight.

Ji Zheng swallowed his saliva and forcibly supported the people, “I just forcibly occupied the land of Lingcang Temple to build a small garden, a few pieces of land, and I will pay you back double in another day.”

Xuan Qian shook his head, “Oh yes.”

It doesn’t seem to be the case. Ji Zheng thought for a while and then said, “I just went and grabbed a few of your tattered scriptures last time. I’ll give you back if I want, and give you some incense money.”

Xuan Qian shook his head, “So it is.”

Ji Zheng’s scalp was numb: “Every time you chanted the scriptures and prayed for blessings, I fell asleep. Next time I go and listen to you knocking on wooden fish.”

Xuan Qian squinted at him, his eyes were slightly surprised, and his expression became more and more dangerous.

Ji Zheng searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, shaking out all the rotten millet of the original owner, Chen Zhizhi. Yan Guo has a long tradition of worshipping Buddha, but the original owner is not afraid of heaven, not afraid of ghosts, and does not believe in gods. There are countless things that offend Lingcang Temple. He didn’t know what Xuan Qian was pursuing, but he subconsciously shut his mouth.

“Has the sage sent concubines out of the palace to go home recently?”

Ji Zheng was stunned for a moment, then heaved a sigh of relief, this was not the only great thing he had done recently. He smiled lightly and nodded casually, “It’s a trivial matter, the master doesn’t have to…”

However, seeing Xuan Qian’s expression sank, he approached suddenly, “I’m tired of sending them out of the palace. Do you want to re-select a new batch of newcomers?”

Ji Zheng stepped back hurriedly, “If you don’t choose, I won’t open the harem.”

Xuan Qian was too close, and Ji Zheng could feel the long-drenched sandalwood scent on the monk’s body.

“Don’t open the harem? How can the temperament of the Holy One be…”

It’s hard to do a good thing and no one believes it… Ji Zheng felt how successful he was playing a tyrant.

“Just now, Chong Xuanqian came over with his arms open, muttering the name of the girl’s family and trying to find a beautiful woman.” From that face that had been abstained from desire and had been frozen in ice for thousands of years Spitting out these words, it became more and more discordant, scratching the ears of others word by word.

Ji Zheng explained: “I’m really not looking for Xuan Qian…”

Xuan Qian’s face was expressionless: “Oh, so you’re looking for Xuan Qian?”

Ji Zheng: …

“To be so reckless, to be greedy for pleasure, to put the family, the country, the society and the grain in the heart.”

The air that Xuan Qian crossed over was very cold and cold, and he abruptly circled behind Ji Zheng again, causing his cold hair to stand upright. Ji Zheng wanted to cry but had no tears, and was shocked and aggrieved. Everyone believed what he should do with his tyranny and greed.

“Holy… do you still want a beauty?”

Don’t be beautiful… Could it be that he wants to quit drinking and **** and convert to Buddhism?

In the darkness, Ji Zheng only felt a sudden flash of air behind him, he panicked, and subconsciously covered his black hair, “Don’t touch my hair!”

However, the hair was intact, but a cold object was wrapped around him, softly clinging to his body.

Ji Zheng had lingering fears, his middle clothes were soaked in cold sweat, he was wearing a very festive red velvet jacket, he tightened the monk’s cassock without thinking, let out his breath, and fell down with a trembling buttocks. on the ground.

“Presumptuous, I am the Son of Heaven!” The Son of Heaven’s voice softened a bit, clearly reciting the most frightening name in the world, but his tone seemed to beg for mercy, “You, you are so arrogant, don’t I donate land to you. Is there any incense?”

Xuanqian shook his head slowly, “Xuanqian does not ask for things outside his body, but only asks that the sage can wake up as soon as possible, work hard to manage, and can afford the mountains and rivers of Dayan.”

Ji Zheng was dumbfounded.

It is estimated that only Xuan Qian, who does not want money or life, dares to say this to the little tyrant. He does not take imperial power in his eyes at all.

But no, there are people who really expect what the little emperor who has been put on hold can do. Ji Zheng has come to play the tyrant through books for so long, and this is the first time someone has asked him to change his ways. He stomped his teeth and said, “Do you know what I’m talking about? …”

In the next instant, the candle flames in the ground were extinguished at the same time.

Ji Zheng’s eyes widened suddenly, almost moistening his eyes. His mouth was closed by a hand, and his voice was in his ear, “It’s cold in winter, tonight Xuan Qian will accompany the Sage to meditate in meditation and pray for the little prince.”

It turned out that there was a rustling of footsteps passing by outside the door, as if a few noble ladies just saw that the emperor had disappeared, and they were enjoying themselves.

“Come here quickly, the emperor can’t find it! Those guards know that the emperor is playing nonsense again, and they are blocked outside the courtyard and no one dares to break in.”

“Keep your voice soft, and be careful that he overhears and takes him as a concubine. I heard A-Niang say that the emperor’s temperament is violent and impermanent, and the girls who entered the palace in the past were not in his eyes, and were driven back. It’s nothing, sigh, I have given birth to a beautiful gentleman’s skin…”

“Don’t talk nonsense, be careful that the walls in the palace have ears.”

Several people walked lightly, and glanced at the house involuntarily.

Ji Zheng subconsciously raised his mind and held his breath. If this shameful appearance is caught by others, then he, the villain tyrant, can really shut himself off.

It’s just that the moonlight is as bright as a leak outside the house, and Xuan Qian forced the emperor to sit cross-legged by him in a dead silence, and he couldn’t see anything in the house when he looked outside.

The ladies shuffled their steps and walked away.

“They are all afraid of the Sage.” Xuan Qian said softly, he could clearly feel the slender body in front of him shaking, “But the Sage is also afraid. If the Sage works hard and does nothing wrong, what are you afraid of?”

Ji Zheng threw off his hand and said angrily, “I am the emperor of this big Yan, they are all afraid of me, and you should be afraid of me too!”

Xuan Qian paused for half a second, and his eyes were obviously a little disappointed and mournful, “It seems that the meditation tonight has not worked, Xuan Qian is with the saint, the night is still long, I have already told the empress dowager that the saint is willing to sit and recite. It’s over, please don’t worry about it.”

The Empress Dowager is a very religious person.

That is to say, no one will worry about the disappearance of the emperor, and no one will “disturb” their meditation.

As soon as the candles all over the floor went out, the temperature in the room dropped instantly, and the lacquered wood floor was really cool in the winter months. On weekdays, Ji Zheng would go out and lean on a chariot, and when he returned home, he would lean on a soft chair. If he could sit, he would never stand. If he could lie down, he would never sit.

He could feel the cold air spreading to his limbs little by little along the soles of his feet, and after a while his legs seemed to stiffen as if they were out of his control.

Xuan Qian was behind him, and the temperature emanating from the martial arts practitioners was as hot as spring. But Ji Zheng didn’t want to take the initiative to post it even after being killed.

The next day there will be a festival on the winter solstice. Maybe Xuan Qian will be able to let him go by sitting until dawn.

It seems that this monk is really fighting for his life.

In a daze, Ji Zheng suddenly remembered that before he left, he also responded to the clear words and said, “Go and return”, the eve of the winter solstice should be a happy night for the family…

“…have to go home for the festival.” Ji Zheng lowered his head and muttered to himself.

“Sacred Lord?” Xuan Qian frowned, got closer and confirmed it carefully, and his expression became strange, “Sacred Lord seems to have changed, I didn’t expect to say such things as going home for the festival, who is left at home, and can go back and be able to Who are you celebrating with?”

The bald head is alone, who is looking down on someone!

Ji Zheng tried his best to cheer up: “Imperial…” Uncle turned a corner and almost blurted out. Not to mention who the uncle can say, the empress dowager is also copying scriptures and worshipping the Buddha at this point. Ji Zheng racked his brains, but he couldn’t think of which relatives he could say.

There was no sound of footsteps approaching outside the door, but suddenly there was a knock on the door. Rao was taken aback by Xuanqian’s capital, and subconsciously suppressed Ji Zheng.

Through the small attic window of this meditation room, where the moonlight should have fallen, a figure appeared. The man was standing in the cold, holding a lantern, and the whole body was also sprinkled with the bright moonlight.

The man turned his head against the light and couldn’t see anything clearly, but he seemed to frown, staring at the house without blinking. That line of sight seemed to be able to accurately capture Ji Zheng’s position in the vast darkness. The four eyes meet. Soon the knocking on the door grew louder.

Ji Zheng’s limbs were numb at this moment, his consciousness was sluggish, and he looked up blankly in the freezing cold and almost fainted.

When the bright moon leaves, there is no one in the world.