MTL - The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish-Chapter 25

I don't know if it is because the current situation is too urgent, today's clear words are too strange, rude and green, clumsy and direct, the action of holding him is not as considerate and pleasant as before.

The more Ji Zheng felt that the slippery silk fabric around his waist was too torturous to rub against his body, the more the hand under him accidentally touched it, helping him to magnify every touch, and then magnify it.

It just doesn't fit the Sacred Heart.

Ji Zheng raised his head and glared at him.

Ming Ci Yue gave him a suspicious and innocent look, but he still took his hand away without understanding.

Ji Zheng had no choice but to think that the protagonist might be a little stupid, but he was still white and sweet, and he couldn't ask too much of him. Since he was kind enough to save him, he would use it himself, and be saved as soon as possible.

Thinking about it like this, he suddenly heard something.

"...Thank you, Your Highness." The voice was light and faint, and with a faint smile that was not easily detected, the silhouette under the dim candlelight was extremely difficult to ignore.

Thanks for what? Ji Zheng frowned and conveyed the question with his eyes, only to see Ming Ci opened his mouth to answer something, but was suddenly interrupted.

"Xin Erlie." Li Yang stopped them at the door.

The smile disappeared instantly, and the more calmly Mingci asked: "It's not that the wolf master said that he can take it away."

"His Royal Highness's choice doesn't seem to be very wise." Li Yang glanced at the figure in his arms, "Why? How you were treated in the Great Yanjing City, isn't it better than the days of fighting and fighting in the desert?"

"The monarch of Dayan spares no expense on talent and on you. He doesn't know that you are a wolf, a child of the steppe desert, and one of ours."

"I respect your loyalty. If you don't want to draw a sword against your mother country, after you come to Ximo, I can assure you that Dayan and Ximo will continue to live in peace, so..."

Li Yang paused, then continued, "Tonight you can take your emperor, Xi Mo only needs your loyalty."

The sound of a horse's hooves galloped from a farther place, and the sound of taps drifted to Ji Zheng's ears through the whistling and hunting wind.

In the winter hunting competition in the original book in my memory, the people and horses in the Western Desert may not be as many as they have seen during the day.

He was a little nervous. Seeing Ming Ciyue's indifferent expression, he pulled his sleeve, trying to remind him that he didn't need to be a gentleman to the enemy. Even if he lied and wanted to betray, he could pretend he didn't hear it.

"There is nothing wrong with the Great Yanjing City. Three meals a day, four o'clock in the year, are no better than the windy meals in the desert, the bitter cold and the scorching sun."

Ji Zheng was a little surprised when he heard the words, he thought that Ming Ci didn't like being imprisoned in the capital.

"...Don't worry about the loyalty of the emperor and me." Mingci raised his head, and at some point, half a mask, a finely carved wolf totem mask, was covering his face.

Li Yang was familiar with it. It used to be the mask of the previous generation of wolf masters. Even the head and mask were taken away, and they appeared in the camp of the Western Desert again and again, driving them back to the hinterland of the desert countless times.

Xin Erlie, the real Xin Erlie. Li Yang finally recalled the fear of being dominated by this name.

The man's tone and expression were neither humble nor arrogant, very low-key, but he used a mask to silently warn him that Xin Erlie's emperor and loyalty are not things he can covet.

The sound of horses' hooves broke through the tent door, and Li Yang turned his head sharply. It was not his elite troops that came in, but a group of completely unfamiliar faces.

"The sage is just waiting here, just be the signal of the ministers." The more Mingci put Ji Zheng outside the tent, he turned around and went back, "After counting a thousand ministers, they will come."

Signal Beacon... what a useless job of comforting people.

The dark blade really had a small-scale conflict with the Western Desert team. This plot trend was something Ji Zheng never expected, and he was the **** fuse...

As soon as he got outside, the cool air washed away the poisonousness of the incense stick just now, Ji Zheng regained his voice, he was still wearing the cloak of Ming Ci Yue, took a few deep breaths, and there was an obvious sense of gentleness around him. The breath of the pine branches after the snow, faint, lingering.

Ji Zheng rubbed his face in frustration.

"Holy."

The voice came from behind the tent, and Ji Zheng was suddenly alert. It was Li Ying. Both sides were entangled in conflict, and they both were forgotten in this corner at the same time.

Ji Zheng took the small torch back and beat him verbally: "Why are you still following me at this time? You are a man anyway, don't you need to go to war?"

"Isn't the sage a man?" Li Ying smiled, both demon and pure, looking extremely defenseless.

Ji Zheng: "...Who compares your face to me, I am an important signal beacon."

"It's a man." Li Ying approached step by step, his tone became more and more frivolous, "It's still a man who tasted the taste of childbirth medicine."

"The medicine is fake." Ji Zheng has already reacted, and his heart is not disturbed. "Otherwise, you are not a man who drank the childbirth medicine."

"But I will never be in the lower position." Li Ying suddenly pressed him on the red tent stakes, not moving an inch, and only relying on physical strength to form absolute suppression, he glanced at the direction of the fight in the distance , smiled meaningfully, "The sage still has to protect himself. It's best not to fall into a lower position in this life, always be high above, don't be pulled down, and become someone's subordinate minister, otherwise..."

These words are too offensive to any man, let alone a prince of a country...

Ji Zheng's voice was cold, and his whole body was shaking with anger in the cold wind, "Let go of me."

He couldn't push it away at all, his height was suppressed, his strength was suppressed, he could only watch helplessly as his coat, which had just been wrapped carefully by Ming Ci, was stripped off, the humiliated women's red shirt was exposed, and the front of the clothes was scrambled, revealing a thin and thin body. Two-lobed collarbone, and a chest so white that it doesn't look like a man.

What a childbirth drug, what a foreign concubine.

Li Ying was warning him with practical actions, what about the ruler of a country, he was too weak to protect himself, his fate was under the strength of others, his life was under pressure, his couch was under pressure, he was under pressure everywhere, and he was jointly and ties. Both Dayan and Guowei were suppressed.

shame.

A hand was attached to it, and he groped it intimately and like no one else. Every movement of his fingertips, every inch of the position he touched, was deliberately teasing and provoking his bottom line, "Ming Ci Yue didn't even give you self-defense. What is it, but such thin clothes can't even hide the spring, and what good things can be hidden."

"Oh." Ji Zheng suddenly remembered something, and the torch approached the tent.

The flames jumped out a few inches in an instant, and Yinghong illuminated the soft tent.

Li Ying's face changed instantly, and after a while, her voice remained calm as usual, and she chuckled, "Does the sage really dare?"

"Concubine Ai, I really don't dare." The torch fell from Ji Zheng's palm in slow motion. In an instant, Yang Si crawls down the steps, and the long arrow rushes out from the stars. The scenes of horses and deer hunting in the jungle appear in front of Ji Zheng. .

Gan, the feeling of mastering power is obviously so arbitrary, what else does he dare not to do?

The fire broke out in an instant, Li Ying looked at him strangely, scolded lowly, and hurried back to the tent for rescue.

Ji Zheng knew that Li Ying's precious medicine and secret treasures were all in that tent, and he must have felt distressed and reluctant to bear it.

The fire was not big, but it still attracted the attention of the fighting party over there. Ming Ci chased the fire and rushed over, "The Holy One is on fire, the Holy One...?"

The Son of Heaven had left the fire, standing unscathed from a distance, the light of the fire flickered slightly in his jade-like eyes.

Ji Zheng couldn't laugh when he saw the uncle, and shrank slightly. Although it was over, it was neither tactical nor conducive to national policy. Besides, a gentleman doesn't need to use the technique of sneak attack.

"Ming Yue, I..." He hesitated.

I don't want to, I don't want Ming Ci to see such small tricks as him.

The sooner the words were clear, the more they understood what was going on. Seeing the small expression of the emperor's grievance and admitting his mistake, he half-kneeled and looked into the eyes of the saint, "It's okay, the saint has helped a lot."

He helped the emperor to smooth out the messed up clothes, closed the cloak, and accidentally kicked the wood into the fire.

Ji Zheng: ... gentleman, what are you doing, gentleman.

The emperor set fire to him to add firewood, and Ming Ci Yue didn't want to be a gentleman anymore, and he wanted to be a villain who would retaliate with the sage.

Touching every thing on the Holy, every person, he has to compare.

"Go back, my lord."

There was a blizzard, and small snowflakes blew from the north, hitting the sides of their faces lightly, and hanging on the ends of their hair.

The more Mingci wanted to take him away from the Western Desert Camp, Ji Zheng lowered his head and grabbed him, "...Uncle Huang, I'd better change my clothes first and then bring me back."

There is no cover here, and when he changes his attire, he completely restores his identity as the emperor in the eyes of everyone. Once someone sees the emperor fleeing from the Western Desert camp in a state of embarrassment, the next day, it may be rumored that the monarch of the state of Yan has suffered a great humiliation.

But if you don't change it, just let Ming Ci go back to the camp with a Western Desert woman overnight, it may be even more...

He smiled bitterly and looked at Ming Ciyue, his eyes full of entanglement and helplessness.

"No need." Ming Ci didn't think about it and didn't hesitate, and directly picked him up, "Tonight's Western Desert camp, the saint has never been there."

Someone used a cloak to cover him with the humiliation and mess, and then gently lifted his emperor Zunweito and sent it back to the sky without falling into the sky.

In the third year of Dayan Tiande, at three quarters of the twenty-seventh ninety-seventh of the winter moon, in the Hall of Ganying, the emperor's first court meeting in nearly a month.

All the ministers bowed their heads to the throne, looking at their noses, noses, mouths, mouths and hearts, carefully bowing their heads, and couldn't help but lift their eyelids curiously to get a glimpse of the face of the one on the dragon chair.

The golden thread on the bottom of the mysterious bottom is covered with a grand robe of Jiulong Tengyun, and the twelve-line crown is crowned. The emperor's expression is indifferent and gloomy. The porcelain-white face is hidden under the crown. Cover, that is not a face that ordinary people can look directly at, leaving only a slightly thin lower jaw and red lips.

The young emperor was born with the appearance of an immortal in the heavenly court.

It seems to be the same as before, but there are indescribable differences...

The routine winter solstice banquets have been canceled. Most people have not seen the little saint for nearly a month. Some people say that he has a more violent temper. Bad legs.

Coupled with the fact that the tent in the Western Desert was inexplicably burned at the Winter Hunting Festival a few days ago, the relationship between the two countries has returned to the previous tension.

In short, the emperor is definitely not in a good mood.

Dayan's only prince, Prince Jing, knelt under the jade steps, in the center of the hall, dressed in a stone blue prince's python robe. Although it is a posture of kneeling and worshiping, the sky is beautiful, and it is like a solitary pine in ink and wash between the cliffs.

When everyone wanted to look at him, they looked at him generously, without any fear, and made no secret of their amazing appreciation for his character and talent.

After all, Ming Ci Yue, Dayan is like a jade gentleman, and a country scholar is unparalleled.

It's a pity that the emperor didn't seem to like it, and he imprisoned him by his side all day just to add more humiliation.

The **** who announced the decree was reciting a long imperial decree, "Prince Jing has a clear speech, a gentle temperament, a strict follow-up, and a brave and good combatant. He was the one who won the head deer at the Winter Hunting Festival in the past, showing the prestige of the country of Dayan, and the son of the emperor. Of…"

Suddenly seeing the emperor's eyes half-closed with a gloomy expression, his red lips slightly opened, all the members were in awe, and even the voice of the eunuch's decree was silent. They all thought that they were actually dissatisfied with the imperial decree, so they would shout angrily and rebuke!

Even King Jing also looked up.

But the red lips just opened, and they closed back with some trembling.

Ji Zheng wanted to yawn, but suddenly found that the whole audience was silent and looked at himself, so he had to try his best to close his mouth and swallow the yawn.

In my heart, I said strangely: "I'm all watching what I'm doing... Do I have to raise my hand to report when I'm yawning this morning?"

The better Ming Ci seemed to raise his eyes and look over, staring at the dragon chair, his eyes deepened.

It is too difficult to get up in the middle of the night, and the jade chair under the buttocks is icy and diaphragmatic.

"Ah ah ah..." Ji Zheng shouted with a trembling voice in the bottom of his heart, "Come here, help me, my **** is about to split, this dragon chair is really not suitable for people to sit on."

Ming Ci Yue: ...?

Ming Ci Yue couldn't help it, he coughed lightly, his neck stiffened, his Adam's apple rolled gently.

The content of the imperial decree seemed to be related to the emperor's uncle, but Ji Zheng was so uncomfortable that he didn't even hear a word.

But when he saw Ming Ci Yue, he was so stunned that he forgot to lower his head, and his face was inexplicable.

Ji Zheng laughed in his heart, this uncle is probably going to be distracted and deserting just like him now.

It's really cool to catch a top student in class and sleep with a poor student like myself!

But what is the protagonist thinking? Is the protagonist interested in the dragon chair?

Ji Zheng really wanted to bring him up to feel the feeling.

But in an instant, a bigger movement overwhelmed the voice in his heart.

Gollum, Gollum, Gollum...

Ji Zheng: Ahhh.

"The emperor bestowed a white jade sword, and Nancheng entered four other courtyards and one..."

It just so happened that the voice of the big eunuch's intention was paused, and the air fell into silence, so quiet that Jizheng Club died of suffocation.

Ji Zheng's heart was full of exclamation marks, "This unsatisfactory stomach!! Dare to bark in any situation, no one will hear it, no one, no one!"

In a panic, he looked around to see the reactions of the ministers and ministers, but they all lowered their heads and didn't know if they heard it or not, let alone laughing when they heard it.

He had to look at Ming Ciyue's reaction to judge.

The corners of Ming Ciyue's mouth seemed to twitch slightly, and then twitched again, but he still knelt on the spot and didn't move, probably didn't hear it.

"Hey..." Ji Zheng relaxed slightly in his heart, and frowned, "When do you get off the night shift for breakfast?"

He really wanted to paralyze Ge You on the dragon chair regardless of his image, but when he closed his eyes slightly, the messy and fragmented picture from last night's dream suddenly popped into his mind.

Those were the dreams he had been repeating from time to time since he fell into the water. The touch, hearing, and vision were so real that he couldn't help but sometimes confuse them with reality.

The snow-white wrist bone was clenched tightly, raised high above the head, and with a crisp sound, knocked on the back of the golden jade chair.

The black hair was messy, and the crown was taken off and placed badly in front of his half-exposed chest.

In the dream, he couldn't lie, couldn't be silent, couldn't avoid his uncle's inquiring gaze. No matter how embarrassing and shameful the question was, his jaw was provoked, and he would only reveal himself word by word uncontrollably, answering Uncle Huang.

"Uncle Huang, does Uncle Huang want a dragon chair?" In the dream, he had red eyes, raised his neck, his Adam's apple slid up and down, sobbing.

"Don't be like this, I... I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, I'll give you the dragon chair and the dragon couch hat."

"Sacred Lord... all to the ministers?"

"Mmmm, I'll give it all to you."

…

The head slowly fell down... Ji Zheng suddenly woke up and realized that he was so sleepy that he kowtowed!

The crown is too heavy. This body has narrow shoulders, a slender neck, and a skull so small that it really can't bear its weight.

"The hat is so heavy, the neck is about to break, I really can't hold it!" Ji Zheng could not wait to put up his arms to support the big hat, and muttered in silence, "When will the uncle usurp the throne, hurry up, I really A single person can't bear it."

Not right, not a dream.

He suddenly found that the uncle in front of him was really getting closer.

I don't know when, Ming Ci's legs are getting longer and longer, step by step up the stairs, following him.

Repeating the actions in countless dreams, the exact same footsteps pushed him little by little to the deepest part of the dragon chair...

The author has something to say: clock in for my famous scene and go! ! Read from the perspective of the uncle in the copywriting hehehe

I was chatting for a while, I finally wrote this scene all night, I was relieved, but I still felt that there was a gap between the expression and the heart. I am not satisfied... I am really cute, cute, and a little sand sculpture emperor without a head, so I hope to be able to express it. He shows you the whole

Regarding the childbirth drug, I bowed and apologized and emphasized again that the little emperor really only has a baby deer son, and there will be no childbirth content. It’s just a foreshadowing.

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