The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Chapter 34:

“…” Ming Ci became speechless, lifted his robe, and knelt down instantly.

Without any excuse, he took his saber from the table next to him, approached it slightly, and put the hilt of the saber lightly on the hand of the emperor who was hanging outside the curtain.

This is the mental preparation that has been made since the day when he was able to hear the voice of Xiao Tianzi unexpectedly.

It’s one thing to hear unexpectedly, it’s another thing to indulge in the voice of the little emperor after receiving a warning from the Si Tianjian, still disturbing Emperor Xing repeatedly.

Throughout the ages, those who have committed the crime of deceiving the king will not have a good end.

He should die, dying under the hoofs of the enemy is for the country and the emperor, and dying under the sword of the emperor is also for the emperor.

Ming Ciyue’s Adam’s apple rolled up and down, “Chen…”

He tried to close his eyes again, “Chen…”

“minister…”

“I would like to apologize with death.”

I just didn’t expect this day to come so soon.

He was waiting for the Son of Heaven to be furious, or just a sword.

After a long while, there was a low mumble, “Don’t, don’t come here.”

Ming Ci Yue: “…?”

“Holy?”

The voice was still full of love. After the matter disappeared, it was obviously hoarse and soft, and it sounded a bit more like a refusal and a welcome from a caring person.

Ming Ci hurriedly got up and opened the curtain, only to see Xiao Tianzi’s small body like a milk cat curled up under the quilt. I don’t know if it was a fever or something, and the redness on his face had spread behind his ears. His eyes were tightly closed, his brows were lowered, and his whole face was wrinkled together in discomfort, apparently from a nightmare that was hard to wake up from.

Because he couldn’t look at each other, Ming Ciyue had never heard the voice of the little emperor’s dream, it was the true privacy of this person.

This dream talk is the first time today.

“Your Majesty?” Ming Ci called out tentatively, “What does it mean to know the voice of your heart?”

Of course, the emperor in the dream wouldn’t answer, he just kept avoiding something, murmuring repeatedly, “No, please… don’t say it, don’t say it’s not.”

After observing for a long time, Ming Ci gradually guessed that the nightmare the emperor had had was related to him. In the dream, he was afraid of him, avoided him, and was known by him.

The more dumbfounded the words were, this fever, this nightmare that had plagued the emperor for a long time, was probably all due to the troubles caused by the disaster star to the emperor star.

The emperor had already perceived most of the truth in his dream, why didn’t he want to expel him directly, cut him off, and still give him a little fantasy and a little hope?

In a trance, he somewhat understood the emperor’s intention to place him out of the palace and seal the Zhengyue House. It’s not that the Son of Heaven is unwilling to stay away, it’s that he approached him shamelessly again and again.

The hot and rhythmic heartbeat is still in my ears. Just when the emperor was pushed to the top of the tide, his heart was the strongest and the best. He clearly cried and said with a hoarse voice, but he was still whispering and greedily praying for more. , shouted softly back and forth, “Uncle Huang.”

I don’t know if it is really done to the end, what will my heart cry secretly.

Even the slightest desire could not escape his ears.

The more Ming Ci was hooked by the heartbeat, and he was a little mad and lost. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that a strand of blue silk had been wrapped around his fingertips.

He scolded himself in a low voice, and just wanted to retreat, but he heard the emperor suddenly and clearly call out: “Mingyue!” He suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had been pulled out of drowning water, his body was wet with cold sweat, and his eyes widened. , eyes full of love. The light red blood that has not dispersed, subconsciously grabbed the object at hand, and suddenly pushed forward!

A sword!

The emperor stabbed King Jing’s right shoulder with a sword!

Ji Zheng stared at the sword that suddenly appeared in his hand. The arrow was so sharp that it sank slightly into Ming Ciyue’s right shoulder blade without any effort. place.

“What about Uncle Huang, this sword?” Ji Zheng was extremely panicked, his lips trembled slightly, and Jiansong didn’t take it either, “I didn’t mean it.”

The night was too dark, and the color of the clothes was dark. Looking down the sword’s edge, it was impossible to see whether there were any wounds or bloodstains.

He looked almost blankly at the uncle, who was leaning down, so close at hand. Uncle Huang’s eyes were dark, his eyebrows were half-wrinkled, and his expression was a little painful.

Ji Zheng didn’t dare to look at the man’s red lips, and with a glance, he saw the bucket rolling on the ground, the water stains all over the floor, the towel in Uncle Huang’s left hand, and the tip of his right finger. of his hair.

“It’s okay, the sage was just caught in a nightmare.” Ming Ci took a breath, took the hilt, pulled it out, and threw it aside.

Ji Zheng frowned as he looked at Ming Ci, it was indeed the kind of nightmare that he had always had, the kind of nightmare that was entangled with his uncle. However, he silently prayed in his heart, “It’s better not to say anything in a dream that shouldn’t be said…”

Thinking of this, he only listened to the person in front of him and said sternly, “I have something to do, and I have not been able to report it to the sage, and I have committed a serious crime of deceiving the emperor…”

Ji Zheng choked.

No, no, no, is this person so stupid that he has to speak so frankly to the incumbent about his ambition to seize the throne?

Ming Ci Yue: “…”

“minister…”

“Needless to say, I’m not interested.”

“No, the minister is talking about the minister…”

“I have already told you that you are not allowed to speak!” Ji Zheng was nervous, and in a hurry, he grabbed the towel and pressed Ming Ciyue’s lips, trying to hide it, “I will wipe your lips for you.”

He coughed a few times, and tried to sit up on his knees, barely higher than Ming Ci, looked down at him condescendingly, holding a slightly warm handkerchief, wiped Ming Ci’s lips little by little, and the side of his face. , as well as the unidentified traces that fell from the bottom of the chin and the placket.

It’s all his, it’s all his evil.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable, isn’t it dirty?” Ji Zheng was half annoyed and half distressed.

Ming Ciyue was in his arms with a dazed expression, looked up at him, and shook his head.

Ji Zheng held the towel handkerchief a little bit harder and hated the iron, and a red mark was engraved all at once.

“Zhen, cough, cough.” Ji Zheng covered his lips, and his whole body was drowsy, “I shouldn’t treat you like this, don’t worry, I only treat you as a trusted minister, as a respected uncle, tonight’s business is just I was confused for a while.”

He always felt that the bright moon had been stained by himself, it was so dirty that he couldn’t clean it no matter how he wiped it. In a hurry, he simply discarded the veil, unconsciously holding Ming Ciyue’s face half-consciously, and in a daze, he rubbed his fingertips over the two thin chunks of chun over and over again like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, muttering in a low voice,

“Don’t be afraid of me, I have absolutely nothing wrong with you, and this night will never happen again.”

Ming Ci Yue shook his head again, so angry that Ji Zheng rubbed the two petals hard again like punishment.

Throughout the ages, the emperors have all been duplicitous.

But only the clear words can be heard more, and the ninety-five supreme said in his heart, “Don’t be afraid of me, so don’t leave me.”

The cloak on the outside of the clothes is the black wedding dress, and now there are traces of it.

Ji Zheng blamed himself and rubbed the handkerchief in front of Ming Ciyue’s chest, sighed, and secretly raised his eyelids with a guilty conscience, looked at Ming Ciyue, “Okay, what did you want to tell me just now?”

Ming Ci returned to his senses more and more: “I mean, I mean…”

“Um?”

Mingci paused for a while, and then the words suddenly turned to his lips, “I mean, next time the Marquis of Wu’an wants to embarrass the saint, he might as well ask him in person about the progress of the Yucheng Villa built by the Gu family and see how he reacts.”

Ji Zheng glanced at him meaningfully, did not speak, and tacitly did not ask him how he found out, why he suspected Yucheng Villa.

“Thank you for cleaning up the minister.” Ming Ciyue took a new towel from the side, “My minister…”

Ji Zheng’s face turned from red to white and then red again, and it took five seconds for him to realize what he was doing.

“No! Cough.” He quickly retracted the quilt and wrapped himself into a shrimp ball, “I’m very clean.”

Then he reached out and touched it, and said quietly in his heart, “Ah, is it so sticky? It’s uncomfortable to die… Uncle Huang is still rubbing, is he crazy? I’m really not afraid that I will be animalistic and do something to him. .

“Protagonist, you are playing with fire!”

Ming Ci Yue’s brows twitched and jumped, “If it’s uncomfortable, you don’t have to endure it because of the minister…”

“Cough.” Ji Zheng was stunned, not knowing what to think, coughing continuously, with a heavy look on his face, and suddenly turned his back. A handkerchief flew out of the quilt and hit Ming Ciyue, “Get out of here!”

It’s just that the voice sounded exactly the same as the one who shouted “No way” in the couch, with a childish anger and a half-pitched voice.

Ming Ci Yue stood in front of the couch without saying a word, watching as the breathing gradually became lighter, the heartbeat became slower, and the snow outside the window thickened. Before you knew it, it was dawn again.

Ji Zheng didn’t dare to get sick, at least he didn’t dare to let others know about his illness. Once he reported to the Empress Dowager Dao, he might not even be able to live in the Marquis of Wu’an.

When breakfast was delivered to his room, as soon as the door was opened, the old and young of the Gu family were standing outside. The old grandmother, who had the title of Mrs. Gao Ming, knelt in front, and brought a few descendants behind her to greet the emperor.

Ji Zheng hid his sickly pale face behind his velvet cap, and wrapped a few thick circles of snow-white fur collars around his neck.

This was specially added by Ming Ciyue for him before going out, to cover up the two tooth marks on his neck that he didn’t realize.

After accepting the kneeling and bowing of these people with dignity and silence, he looked up and saw that Gu Congyun was still standing in the last row, like a pine tree in the snow.

When the Marquis of Wu’an went to pull him, Gu Congyun seemed to have stiff knees and wouldn’t bend, and was dragged to the ground. The thick layer of snow on the cloak behind him rustled and fell to the ground.

Been standing for a long time?

Ji Zheng didn’t think much about it, he was a little nervous, lifted his spirits, and raised his voice: “Since I have left the palace, I would like to take the opportunity to visit the Beida Camp today.”

Beida Camp, the territory of the Marquis of Wu’an, can receive all the elite troops that Ming Ciyue transferred back from the battlefield. It can be said that it is Ming Ciyue’s home and relatives of Ming Ciyue.

At that time, Ming Ci Yue returned to Beijing to seal the king, and the military power was received by the late emperor. The late emperor ensured that his troops would not be dismantled and distributed to all parts of the country, and there was an unwritten rule in exchange. Prince Jing would never be able to hold military power again and go on expeditions for the country. And the group of beasts he trained to hibernate in the camp, like him, could not escape the fate of being kept in captivity and put on hold to accumulate dust.

Hou Yan and Emperor Ji Chaoming ascended the throne at a young age, ignoring the state affairs.

It’s a pity that Ji Chaoming, who is now incompetent and incompetent, is gone, and standing here is Ji Zheng, who is arrogant and rude. If he wants to send Ming Ci Yue home, no one can stop him!

“Why, my capital, my camp, the Marquis of Wu’an doesn’t want me to go?”

The Marquis of Wu’an laughed in a panic, but he didn’t expect it, he really didn’t expect it. If it is said that the emperor wants to patrol the brothel and goulan in a micro-clothing, he can still believe it, go to the military camp, go to the military camp to watch the Chinese play the piano and dance?

“What’s in this barracks…” The Marquis of Wu’an suddenly raised his eyes and saw Prince Jing, who had been keeping a low profile behind the Emperor, so low-key that he was invisible.

He suddenly realized, how can the emperor have such a brain, he is all instigated by clear words!

“If the sage wants to watch the soldiers train, they may have to choose another day. After today’s heavy snow, they all have to take a break.”

“After the heavy snow, I just went to see how my Yucheng Villa was built. It’s not too far away. I remember it was in the south of Beili Mountain.” Ji Zheng pretended to mention it casually, and glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally. Marquis of Wu’an, “The Gu family has managed the Yucheng Villa for many years. It’s hard work, and I should reward it.”

Yucheng Villa and Beidaying are separated by one mountain in the south and one in the north.

The Marquis of Wu’an looked slightly stiff and did not speak. Based on the plot of the original book, Ji Zheng guessed that there should be something wrong with this cold shelter, and it would not be built at all.

On the other hand, Gu Congtian, the obnoxious and disgusting father-in-law, spoke for his father first, “It’s hard to get over the mountain due to heavy snow. Why don’t you go to the horse races on the mountainside to watch the horse races. The sage will definitely like it.”

Ji Zheng rolled his eyes, “Alright.”

Whether it’s a horse farm or a military camp, it’s a forbidden area for expressing words. It is not as simple as a sentence to break the statute of the late emperor.

Ji Zheng followed the crowd a few steps and looked back to see Ming Ci standing in front of the door more silently, watching his back. He has been in the presence of a tyrant for a long time, he is used to it, the imperial power is in his hands, many things go sideways, and his willful nonsense is more effective than anything else.

“Ah!” Ji Zheng couldn’t bear to look directly at an extremely clumsy fall on the ground.

The surrounding people panicked and changed their expressions. The general came up and wanted to help him up, but Ji Zheng, who was wearing a thick padded jacket, was very determined and turned over several maids one after another. Several men from the Gu family wanted to help him, and he had another look on his face. He threw off their hands in disgust.

“My old cold leg has broken again.” He calmly turned his head and smiled stubbornly, “I fell down, and I can’t get up until the emperor’s uncle is on his back.”

These are all grown men, even if the emperor is on the opposite side, there is no reason for anyone to bow their heads and let someone ride. There was an uproar in the crowd, knowing that the little emperor was playing with his temper again and bullying King Jing.

How dare Ji Zheng really ride on the head of the protagonist, Ming Ci Yue knelt down in front of him, bowed his head, he consciously sat down in the arms of the uncle, supported Ming Ci Yue’s neck, and felt that he was slowly being held up To the high air, the same as Ming Ci Yue’s field of vision.

Don’t say anything else, grow tall, look down at everyone everyday, the air is fresh, it’s good.

“The road is slippery in the snowy days, I don’t want to go to the ground, King Jing will act as my mount.” The emperor was making trouble again, and said badly, “King Jing will hold me steady.”

Ming Ci Yue seemed to be accustomed to humiliation, and said indifferently, “The minister follows the order.”

Everyone was speechless, and even the Marquis of Wu’an was shocked by this battle. He was amazed that Prince Yu Jing had endured such a heavy burden of humiliation.

“Your Highness.” Before taking a few steps, Ji Zheng heard someone call him from behind, “Your golden and jade walking chair, I invited you from the palace overnight.”

In the creaking sound, a familiar large chair rolled in front of him.

It was the luxurious royal wheelchair that he personally directed Yuan Ming to make, the wheelchair he loved and loved.

Ji Zheng: …

Ming Ci Yue: …

Ji Zheng’s face was ashen, he shifted his gaze from the wheelchair to Gu Congyun’s face, and said gloomily, “…Can you still predict whether I will fall or not?”

Gu Congyun’s face was cold, and he muttered very lightly, “I can predict that you will have inconvenience in your legs and feet after last night.”

“what did you say?”

Ming Ci Yue had to lean down and send Ji Zheng to the wheelchair, but when everyone was not paying attention, Ji Zheng pulled the latch on the side of the wheelchair abruptly.

The wheelchair he designed is a unique and out-of-print wheelchair in the world. No one knows how to repair it, and no one can create the second wheelchair in the world.

The sooner Ming Ci dropped him up, the chair fell apart with a clatter. Fortunately, Ming Ci was quicker and quicker, and took him back from the pile of waste wood and held him on his shoulders.

The whole audience broke down in cold sweats and had lingering fears. Even Gu Congyun, who had pushed away the chair, was criticized very much. I don’t know that the more he offended He Fang Tianshen, the more he was entangled by the petty tyrant, he really couldn’t let it go.

Ji Zheng felt distressed, really distressed, Xianyu’s serene wheelchair was destroyed by him in this way, he lied in Ming Ciyue’s ear and whispered a threat, “I ruined the walking chair for you, you have to be responsible!” I will make another…

“This minister is in charge.” Ji Zheng just breathed a sigh of relief, but only listened to the man whispering, “Chen is in charge of always serving as the holy chair and mount.”

Ji Zheng: …

A courtier who does not understand the Sacred Heart is not a good uncle.

The racecourse was not far from the capital, and almost the entire Gu family was dispatched. Up and down, a mighty team accompanied the emperor to the mountainside of Beili Mountain.

The identity of Ming Ciyue is too sensitive to appear here, Ji Zheng did not dare to relax, and kept clinging to his side, emphasizing the role of his emperor’s mount to everyone, lest others recall that Ming Ciyue was once a sweeper. The **** of war in the Western Xinjiang, the leader of thousands of heroes.

The racecourse after the snowfall, the vast barren hills, under the reflection of the sun, is pure white and dazzling, all of which have never been touched by anyone. The distance slowly spread in front of them, drawing a stream-like totem.

Ji Zheng squinted his eyes and saw that at the foot of the mountain not far away was the Beida Camp, where countless sergeants were sweating, and where Man Dayan’s most elite force gathered. That was the ultimate goal of his trip.

The servants who took care of the stables carefully selected a few good horses for them. Among them, a group of jujube red ponies were the mounts of the original owner, Ji Chaoming. Seeing that Ji Zheng smelled the familiar scent, he leaned over with his nose. Ji Zheng looked apologetically. It, I meditate in my heart, I already have a son of a deer, and I forgot how to ride you.

Before getting on the horse, you have to drink milk tea to warm your body, a drink that directly adds fresh milk to the tea. It is very fishy and is a custom learned from the nomads in the Western Desert.

Ji Zheng saw that everyone around him drank it, and he followed the heroic toast, Gu Congyun suddenly stretched out his hand, “Your Majesty, this is milk…”

“What’s wrong?” Ji Zheng had already seen the bottom line, wiped his lips, and looked at him suspiciously.

“No, no.” Gu Congyun’s expression was slightly strange, and he slowly retracted his hand.

Ming Ci Yue Zhuang unintentionally separated Gu Congyun and the emperor’s sight with his body, raised his arms, and helped the emperor get on his horse from his own arms.

He just took off the cloak from his body and put it on the emperor with his backhand.

He just heard a voice not far away, coming from far behind him, stumbling closer and closer, shouting with a loud and hearty laugh, “Prince, princess!”

“Princess! I only saw the back before, but this time I have caught a real person!”

Ji Zheng turned his head and stabbed his eyes, the man was Ming Ciyue’s former department, the one who peeked at the back of his “Princess” wearing a cloak that day.

Everyone turned their heads.

The hanhan step suddenly stopped in place, squinted, stretched his neck, and dabbled the back of his head, “Wang…concubine?”

Ji Zheng: …

He looked at Ming Ciyue, wondering how such a taciturn general could train a bunch of naive subordinates.

When the emperor was recognized as a princess, he would naturally be furious and guilty, but he had to be careful not to hurt Ming Ciyue’s old friend.

“Why does the sage wear the princess’ clothes.” The lower leg was a little weak, and he justified himself in a panic.

“Bold madman!” Ji Zheng said, “punish you…”

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Gu Congyun’s movements were vigorous, and he used martial arts on the spot.

“It’s because I am lax in governing the army. Please forgive me for this son’s sin.” Gu Congyun stood in front of the horse with his fists folded, apologizing to the emperor, but looked at Ming Ciyue on the side with provocative eyes.

King Jing’s personal troops, how come the children of the Gu family are not strict in governing the army, this is a great ridicule.

Ji Zheng could already feel Ming Ci standing beside him looking at his subordinates on the snow, silent and stiff.

No need to say more clearly, he can also feel that Gu Congyun has just punched a few times, and the punches are deadly. Where is the purpose of punishing his subordinates, it is clear that he wants to kill the opponent!

But Ming Ciyue has no position to take action, and he can’t even help him rashly. Ji Zheng knew that this was the price he paid for choosing to guard himself.

The blatant provocation and the blunt malice all pointed at the uncle.

Ji Zheng didn’t even think about it, he swung his horsewhip, dropped heavily on the shoulders that entangled Gu Congyun, and dragged him straight in front of him.

“Kneel down.”

The wrath of the emperor should have the momentum of burying a million corpses, even if Ji Zheng is only a young emperor, a fake emperor. This is what Ming Ciyue has been teaching him all the time. Holding the reins and holding the authority can make people kneel and shut up.

– “The Son of Heaven is born with courage and can conquer many people.”

– “For example, conquering a minister.”

The delicate little face was tense, condescending and frosty. Seeing that the person in front of him didn’t respond, he covered his lips and coughed a few times before repeating.

“Kneel down, can’t you hear me?”

Someone in the Gu family has whispered to persuade him to surrender, and quickly kneel down to admit his mistake.

The whip was tight and tight, and the man was tightly bound, and he was dragged to the place where he was very close to the horse.

Ji Zheng saw him leaning over, thinking that he was finally willing to apologize, so he bowed and moved forward.

“Why is the sage angry? Just can’t wait, want to make it public, do you want to be called a princess?”

Ji Zheng was horrified, and when he turned around, he met a pair of equally naive young eyes, his eyes full of disdain and resentment.

Gu Congyun grabbed the whip and stood on tiptoe, “Then let me call you too.”

“King Jing, king, concubine.”

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