MTL - The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish-Chapter 12

The thick red velvet padded jacket was full of water, and turned into a heavy iron block, which was tightly bound to Ji Zheng's limbs, leading him to sink deeper and deeper.

Ji Zheng was originally someone who knew water, but at this moment it was difficult for him to swim. His mind was numb and his limbs were frozen. He could only feel his body temperature being deprived a little bit, and a little bit of being melted into ice-cold river water. part.

The cold water squeezed every trace of air out of his body, leaving him only the suffocation that swept through the sky.

In the middle of the night, the river under the ice surface is completely dark, and it is impossible to distinguish the direction and the world.

Still completely silent, so silent that only his own heartbeat remained, beside his ears, faintly, thump, thump. It seems that soon, even the only sound will disappear.

Cold and painful, scared and lonely.

I couldn't cry, and the light in my eyes was fading a little bit.

"Your Highness, Your Highness! Ji Chaoming!"

Where, someone is calling for something.

Holy? Ji Chaoming? Who is that…

Ji Zheng's consciousness is too weak, he doesn't remember the saint, let alone Ji Chaoming.

Until there was a very low voice, "Zhengzheng..."

Ji Zheng abruptly opened his eyes a little, stunned for a while, then fluttered his limbs, against the cold, against the current that was about to drag him into the abyss.

"I'm here..." The ice mixed with water rushed towards his lungs, and there was nothing but a dead silence.

Xuan Qian suddenly looked at Ming Ciyue, "Zhengzheng... Who is that?"

It was too late for Ming Ci to explain to him, and he continued to call out "Sacred Lord", "Ji Chaoming" and "Zheng Zheng" alternately in vain.

The hallucinations of "Uncle Huang" that seemed to have come from his heart just disappeared, leaving no trace behind.

Only the pain was real, he was almost kneeling on the floating ice, clutching at his heart, moving inch by inch to find the little emperor.

Pa-ta, pa-ta, cold sweat dripped along his temples and fell on top of the ice.

The ice surface has been cracked into countless petals, and each gap is enough to swallow a thin boy, it is like looking for a special drop of water in the vast sea.

It was dark and thick ice blocked most of the light. Xuan Qian has dived countless times, surfaced countless times to take a breath, and exchanged disappointing glances with Ming Ci Yue countless times.

The more difficult it was for Ming Ci to spit out the words between his teeth: "I'll call the guards over there to find them together."

Xuan Qian grabbed him and motioned him to look up at the bridge not far away. Under the gloomy moonlight, a white stone lion head on the railing seemed to be missing a small horn.

"I'm afraid I can't call anyone else for the time being."

Ming Ci's eyes sank instantly, "How to find it, then how to find it!"

Xuan Qian said: "Your Highness stay on the ice and pay more attention to your health, and the poor monk will follow the lion's head to the crack..."

Xuan Qian's voice gradually blurred in his ears again, this time only the sound of his heartbeat, very soft, mixed in the cold wind whistling in his ears, you might miss it if you don't pay attention.

Ming Ci Yue suddenly pressed his chest tightly: "Here again, did you hear?"

Xuan Qian wondered: "What?"

Ming Ci closed his eyes more tightly, focused on perception, and said softly, "Heartbeat."

Xuan Qian frowned: "His Royal Highness may have heard his heartbeat when his nerves were tense and his heart palpitated."

"No, not mine." Ming Ci shook his head more and more. He could tell that the strong and fast voice belonged to him, and the weak and slow voice belonged to another person. The two voices were intertwined and lingered tightly together, indistinguishable.

It seems that the two bodies are on top of each other and the chests are facing each other, which wonderfully achieves a symbiotic resonance of the sun and the moon.

How could it be possible that, separated by a half-foot-thick layer of hard ice and a dead abyss several feet deep, he heard the heartbeat of the Sage?

The more Ming Ci endured the pain in his heart, he staggered and moved quickly against the ice surface. One foot to the left, the sound seemed to be a little smaller, one foot to the right, the sound became louder, and then two feet to the right. , bigger and bigger, further ahead...

Plop, plop...

Mingci suddenly stopped and opened his eyes.

very noisy.

Ji Zheng seemed to hear a thud, breaking the silence of the waters, disturbing the currents around him, and awakening him from the warmth of half-awake.

He struggled dizzily to open his heavy eyelids, and subconsciously raised his head and looked at the source of the sound.

There was a slender, arrow-like thing that ripped apart the silence and came towards him. It seemed to be enveloped in a light that could not be seen at the bottom of the pitch-black water.

But how can there be a moon here?

Ji Zheng could no longer feel the pain, and lazily, he turned over and wanted to go back to sleep.

But someone patted the side of the face, and then tightly hooked his waist, stretched his limbs, and then hugged his shoulders tightly, leading him against the current, against the pressure, up, up.

The higher he went, the heavier his body became. Every joint was screaming with difficulty, and the inside and outside of his chest seemed to be flattened by the current.

There were times when he was so tired that he wanted to give up, and his hands and feet loosened and sank. The arms quickly went down again, picked him up, and carried him upward.

He fell a few times, and the man caught him a few times, over and over again, with great patience.

In an instant, the sides of his cheeks cooled, and the air flowed again on the surface of his skin.

He raised his head impatiently, opened his mouth, tried but in vain to inhale and swallow, trying to drive the air into his body.

A slender finger helped him open his mouth gently, opened his jaw, pressed down the tip of his tongue, and another hand turned him over and put him on a long, cool and powerful object, Turn him face down, then tap his back, smoothing along the abruptly thin spine.

Ji Zheng coughed violently, coughing up a lot of clogged dirt.

The finger trembled slightly, but without avoiding it, it stayed in his mouth to help him press down his tongue.

Ji Zheng couldn't help but sighed slightly.

Bah, salty, icy, unpalatable!

The hand trembled again, more violently this time, but still did not escape.

Ji Zheng's thick cotton clothes that were full of water were all taken off, as if the shackles had been removed, and a large area of ​​skin was suddenly exposed to the air of Bianstone.

So cold.

Ji Zheng's limbs were stiff, like a frozen snake, he subconsciously went to the warmest place, using both hands and feet together, grabbed the heat source tightly.

But that layer of temperature was always blocked by a layer of hard and cool cloth, and it became extremely twisted no matter how hugged it was, not warm at all.

"Holy, holy?" A voice called him, sounding helpless.

Ji Zheng closed his eyes, moved his hands and feet, fumbled around, but couldn't find a way, finally found an opening, and gently flicked to both sides along the gap.

The barrier disappeared, the touch was soft and smooth, and the temperature rushed over in an instant.

"Zhengzheng..." The voice called softly.

"Well..." At the same time, Ji Zheng flattened his mouth and murmured a contented sigh.

After the temperature rushed to his limbs, his frowning brows stretched out, the whole person found an angle, leaned against the heat source, curled up, and fell into a heavy coma again.

Ji Zheng had a dream.

In the dream, it was the hall of the Golden Throne Hall, which he had never actually been to. It was similar to what was shown on TV, with a high golden dome, golden nanmu beams and clean floors, and the extremely hard golden dragon chair under him. Carved with a majestic golden and jade nine dragon totem.

Ji Zheng had never sat on such a hard chair without giving it a padded chair. He stood up straight, motionless, and his whole body was extremely numb.

After a while, he made frequent small movements, ignoring the ministers and guards who couldn't see their faces clearly. He stretched out his hands to support his head and his hat, and alternately stretched his left and right legs, shook them, and even tilted them.

The whole person, Ge You booth, tilted his head to the dragon's mouth with his teeth and claws behind his back.

"Dong, dong" Heavy and slow footsteps stepped up.

Ji Zheng closed his eyes and sensed the approaching danger, opened his eyes suddenly, swallowed nervously, and shrank tightly against the back of the chair.

The big little deer's eyes were round and round, staring straight at the approaching person in front of him, his eyes unintentionally swept to the Adam's apple in front of him, he didn't know what to think, and swallowed his saliva subconsciously.

"Ming Yue Yue?"

Why is Ming Ciyue's expression so wrong? Far from the usual courteousness and courtesy, it was a gloomy and terrifying kind that Ji Zheng had never seen before. Beneath the superior brow bone, those deep and slender eyes looked at him without blinking, sizing him up from top to bottom.

Ji Zheng's hair stood upright, and he didn't dare to let out the air, and finally realized a problem.

Could it be that the more Mingci is looking at his dragon chair?

He breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to stand up to give up his seat, but saw Mingci leaned down more and more, tightly confining him in this narrow space.

"There is no way to sit."

Ming Ci Yue helped him put his legs together, and patted his waist lightly, forcing him to sit up straight.

Ji Zheng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated inexplicably, and a sound hit the eardrum beside his ear.

What was even more terrifying was that he found that Ming Ci Yue's fingertips supported on the armrests of the dragon chair on both sides lightly tapped the hooked gold jade there.

"Emperor, Uncle Huang?" Ji Zheng couldn't help but cry, as if his eyes had penetrated directly to the bottom of his heart.

Ji Zheng tried desperately to suppress his heartbeat. But the more depressed, the faster the heartbeat, and the faster and faster the fingertips cooperated.

Ming Ci Yue finally said softly: "What is the saint thinking?"

Ji Zheng didn't know what was wrong with him. Facing his uncle, the voice in his heart was about to come out, but he couldn't hide it. He slowly opened his mouth like a demon: "I don't want to be..."

His words were interrupted immediately.

The more lightly the words were placed on the side of his ear, "The sage is thinking, let the minister be right..."

The cool exhalation lifted a small piece of cold hair on the back of his neck, and Ji Zheng's head lowered a little bit as he listened, and it couldn't be lowered any further.

"Is what Wei Chen said right?"

Ji Zheng gritted his teeth tightly. His face seemed to be blood red.

Why, in the face of Uncle Huang, he didn't even have the strength to deny it.

The author has something to say:

"I want the moon to come to me"

It's a pity that the ancient people of Uncle Huang did not know artificial respiration, otherwise...

In terms of mind reading, it may not be as simple as copywriting. The author has added a lot of private settings (convenient and exciting), hehe, he may need to expand slowly

It's finally updated, and the hard-working bosses are chasing it! I'm going to eat instant noodles