The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

No matter how thick the ice layer seemed, the weight of the three people gathered in one place, and it began to spread out to the surrounding like a pattern, and it was printed on the vast black water surface, as if it was born on the ink-colored tire glaze. ice cracks.

Xuan Qian and Ji Zheng were stunned at the same time, and they didn't dare to let out the air, but the woman was full of anger, only the ruthless and arrogant tyrant was in her eyes.

The first crack was tearing between her and the Son of Heaven. The woman didn't step on her foot firmly and barely crossed over, but she threw herself on the ice and screamed in panic before showing signs of fainting.

Xuan Qian and Ji Zheng also hurriedly crawled on the ice, spreading their weight with their limbs.

As soon as he got down, Ji Zheng shivered suddenly.

It was too cold, no wonder the woman was so weak that she fainted. I only felt a cold air intruding from the abdomen, a little bit like gnawing by insects and smog, crawling and spreading between the internal organs, freezing and numbing the lungs and continuing to rush towards the limbs and the brain.

A dark shadow suddenly appeared in the distance.

He raised his head.

Ming Ciyue's soft and never panicked face, the moonlight knocked down the ice, and the light reflected, lingering around him.

More importantly, he is the only source of heat, strength, warmth around him.

The more clear the words, the easier it is.

"Is the sage okay, Wei Chen will take you back."

At this time, he lightly touched the ground above the crack on the ice surface, and half-kneeled in front of the emperor.

"Are you crazy, please save people." Ji Zheng's voice trembled as soon as he opened his mouth, trying to squeeze every word out of his teeth, "Both of her are exhausted and can't use it. Hug, it's too late, you have to drag them slowly and slide over."

Ji Zheng looked up at Ming Ci and frowned as he looked to the side, there was clearly a slight shake, hesitation, and it was difficult to make a choice.

However, he only took a moment, lowered his eyes in silence, and immediately turned his head back, insisting: "It's too cold on the ice, the saint can't stand it, Wei Chen will carry you back, and then go back to save the two girls, Wei Chen has Take it easy.”

According to Ming's ability to speak Yueyue, he said that if it was too late, it would definitely be too late.

But Ji Zheng was still worried and insisted that Ming Ci Yue send them off first.

"Ming Ciyue, don't you understand my order..." Ji Zheng's voice was getting lower and lower, and he could understand Ming Ciyue's eyes, which was condescending and unstoppable.

Ji Zheng shrank abruptly, as if recalling that the Ming Ci Yue in the book was more prestigious, capable, and ambitious than the little emperor. How can the person who is going to step onto the dragon chair with such an ending is a real female? He has always been under the throne temporarily, perfect and paranoid, only doing what he believes.

But now, in the judgment of the ancients, he must first save the Son of Heaven, and his reverence for imperial power ultimately defeated the benevolence in his heart.

Ji Zheng didn't want to use his status as an emperor to exercise his privileges, so that a kind-hearted person like Ming Ciyue would be left with a lifetime of regrets.

But now there is this insurmountable chasm in front of him, how to explain it to him is like talking with ducks.

Ming Ciyue had already picked him up in his hesitant space.

The warmth conveyed by the touch of the skin and the sense of security conveyed by the closeness to the chest made Ji Zheng bewildered for a moment, his brain was lazy and dull, refusing to think. Close your eyes, tightly wrapped.

Not enough is not enough, want to stick tighter, ask for more.

The weight of the two was on top of each other, and the ice layer made a sour sound again.

But it doesn't matter, Ming Ciyue's light work is enough for them to lightly touch the ground and land on the shore in the blink of an eye.

"Creak".

Ji Zheng suddenly opened his eyes.

No, the instant reaction force of Ming Ci's increasing force may cause this ice layer to shatter in an instant.

"Ming Ci Yue, look down at me." This time his voice did not tremble, "I told you to let go."

The more puzzled Mingci became, the more he lowered his head, he looked at the emperor in his arms with contempt and mockery, and he was even more stubborn than him.

"Uncle Huang can't understand what I'm saying, I hate having physical contact with you." The emperor flicked his sleeves, unable to express his impatience.

"I don't need you."

That white tender and slender wrist, once again, broke free from his care without hesitation.

These familiar words seemed like a fatal curse to Ming Ci Yue.

He didn't know what he was thinking. He lowered his head and was silent for a long time, but he didn't insist any longer. He put the emperor back on the ice and lowered his body's center of gravity.

The cracks on the ice surface really stopped spreading temporarily.

Ming Ci Yue took the tie that Xuan Qian was holding in his hand, tied one end to his waist, and tied the unconscious woman behind him. He subconsciously wanted to tie the emperor first and then Xuan Qian, but the emperor pushed him away.

"The three of you will do. I ordered Jin Gui not to die with you. The center of the river is also very close to the other side. I will go there myself."

The emperor tightly tied the tie around Xuan Qian's body.

But the Son of Heaven is just a young boy in his weakest years.

There was a hint of surprise in Ming Ciyue's eyes.

"Ming Ciyue, these two are the beauties I want, and I will send them back and tie them to the dragon bed."

Ming Ci is more silent.

"Uncle, do you understand?"

Ming Ci Yue: "...Wei ministers lead the way."

Ji Zheng was a little angry in his heart. With such a thin layer of ice, even if Ming Ciyue's light work was better, and he had three people in a row, does he think he is an Alaskan Malamute?

He just quietly held one end of the tie behind Xuan Qian to make sure he kept up with the team. Of course, going to the other side was just a pretense. The big crack that opened when the woman rushed over had long ago divided the entire river in half.

Ming Ciyue's skills are really strong, he reduced his own weight to the lightest, moving and leaping on the ice surface of the night, light and dexterous, perfectly avoiding every weak and fragile place, driving the two women behind him to safety. moved to the shore.

Ji Zheng was relieved, and slowly crawled along the trajectory behind them.

But this river is really deep, so deep, Ji Zheng glanced down unintentionally, his hot breath brought up a white steaming mist, there was silence under the thin layer, and it was impossible to see through. More pupil color.

He only glanced at it, and quickly retracted his eyes, daring not to pause, and accelerated to keep up.

It seems that there are many palace maids who died in the river in the general palace novels, and there are countless skeletons and souls sleeping at the bottom of the icy river, but if he accidentally falls, he will be the first emperor who is suspected of committing suicide by jumping into the river.

The ice surface was really cold to the bone, so cold that Ji Zheng seemed to have gradually lost his mind, and even the usual joyous complaints in his mind were much less.

The closer you get to the shore, the thicker the ice, and the crisis is just around the corner. Ji Zheng was secretly relieved, thankful that he was lucky.

Suddenly, Ji Zheng raised his head in slow motion, just on the high bridge flying over the river, a black blurred figure threw a dark object down, the object fell silent and made a silent sound, the man immediately He shrank his head back and disappeared.

It was this thing that finally broke the harmony between each ice cube.

Ji Zheng's eyes widened, wanting to shout that the more dangerous it was, but found that he happened to have taken the two women over the most dangerous area intact.

But this one in front of me...

Ji Zheng suddenly noticed in a daze that it was so cold that the nerve endings in every pore were paralyzed. That was warmth.

The more Ming Ci dragged the two women ashore, Xuan Qian just arrived. Before this woman went to Lingcang Temple to beg for a monk and cried about the emperor's atrocities, Xuan Qian recognized her, silently folded her ten and chanted her guilt, and then put her. The two of them looked like they were standing upright.

"Your Highness?" Ming Ci turned around abruptly, but found that the ice was quiet and empty.

"Sacred Master?" Xuan Qian frowned, "Sacred Master is also on the ice?"

On the opposite side of the bank, many guards from the Cining Hall had appeared, all of them were disturbed by the screams of the woman on the ice just now.

Ming Ci Yue still wanted to go down to find people, Xuan Qian glanced over there, and reached out to stop him, "Look at the opposite side of the shore... Are you sure that Sheng Shang didn't go to the opposite side of the shore to be rescued by them?"

The more Mingci looked at the end of the tie that was still floating on the water, the more he couldn't tell.

The saint just said to him that he hates physical contact with him the most...

Xuan Qian said: "Your Highness shouldn't appear in the Cining Hall tonight. The Empress Dowager has already told His Highness... Your Highness will go back first, and let the poor monk go over there and look for it first."

Ming Ci looked at him more and more, as if he lost his response, and suddenly remembered that the emperor had ordered him to leave the Cining Hall quickly.

No wonder.

Xuan Qian, who was still on the ground in shock, suddenly took a breath back, holding on to Ming Ciyue's sleeve, "The sage didn't even think about what to do to the two of us, it was him, it was he who found a way to call people out. Come back, save him."

Ming Ci's pupils shrank suddenly.

save him.

Ming Ci Yue turned his head, and suddenly turned to the seemingly calm ice surface.

Suddenly, his heart throbbed suddenly, and he clutched his chest and tightened his clothes in pain.

The pain was so intense that in an instant, his knees fell to the ground one after another.

The eyes are spinning.

"Your Highness King Jing, Your Highness, what's wrong?"

Someone is calling him.

No, not the "His Royal Highness King Jing".

Someone is calling him "Uncle".

The voice was weak like a breath, as if it was lying beside his ears, and it seemed to be lying in front of his chest, above his heart, soft and glutinous, soft, and a little thing wearing a red padded jacket.

He couldn't tell where the sound came from, a weaker sound than a clearer sound.

Let him follow his heart palpitations, as if immersed in water, heaving and sinking, difficulty breathing, and his heartbeat was completely out of rhythm due to the sound, and it suddenly accelerated.

Call him over and over again, Uncle...

And the weak but regular, plop, plop...

A heartbeat.

The author has something to say:

With heartache, is the heart still far? Uncle Huang will have no cure.

The uncle's rank is white and black, so he doesn't really hurt, he doesn't know that he still has a heart

Regarding the question of the emperor's saving people, he is an ancient man after all, and he pretends to be the Confucian way of the monarch, the monarch, the ministers and the ministers. The three views are different. The bosses are more considerate of his choice.

The chapter on mind reading has officially started slowly, although the process of opening this chapter may be a bit cruel? But this chapter doesn't fall, how can I make candy with sauce later, don't abandon me, it's guaranteed to be the sweet sand sculpture QAQ in the copy (Er Kang's hand)

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