The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

After tidying up himself and the emperor, Ming Ciyue took off the blindfold and carried the emperor back to the main hall of Yanfu Palace.

Xuan Qian was still guarding the main hall with a serious face, and waited for a long time.

Seeing him, Ji Zheng woke up from the comfortable atmosphere just now, realizing that he had not yet explained to the Empress Dowager that he had fallen into the water. If you can't find the person on the bridge last night, the blame will fall, and the two noble girls will be the first to suffer.

However, Xuan Qian told him that he had used the excuse of copying scriptures and worshipping Buddha on the winter solstice to persuade the empress dowager to stay quietly in the Cining Hall for a few days, and reluctantly gave a few more days of grace.

Ji Zheng looked at Xuan Qian with meaningful eyes, nodded and said, "It's okay, the master is worthy of being a master."

Xuan Qian closed his eyes: "The poor monk is here to save the two women, and also to find out the real murderer of Xie Neng."

Xuan Qian was standing under the palace lantern with a string of Buddha beads in his hand, a cold face with beautiful features looming, but he was talking about finding the real murderer.

Ji Zheng couldn't understand such a person, even if he read the original book, he couldn't understand it.

I only know that he will be blood-stained in a cassock, with a horizontal sword standing at the gate of the city, just like an Asura who has returned from the ghost world, and he will grow his hair into the dynasty to protect the establishment of the Mingciyue new dynasty.

This kind of monk is not authentic. I'm afraid it's only the best time to bully it when it's not back to the secular world.

Ji Zheng sat on the jade couch in Yanfu Hall, inexplicably regained the momentum of the home court, "Master finds the real murderer of Xie Ning and how to deal with him, it is difficult to lock him in the small black room, while listening to the master Teaching, while being frozen alive?"

Xuan Qian didn't move just now, he was slightly startled when he heard this, opened his eyes, and the expression on his face changed.

Ji Zheng's legs and feet were uncomfortable at this time, and they came out from the soft tent. The snow-white jade feet were not wearing boots, and they still had the blush red color that had just been applied. He leaned back on the golden high stool and squinted slightly. Looking at each other, he looks like a bully.

"How, does the master think that his little black house is effective? I might as well cancel the torture, prepare more cells for the master, let the master sleep with him, and influence them with love one by one."

Not only was Xuan Qian not angry, but he got closer, looking straight at him, as if he was scrutinizing him from the top down.

Ji Zheng was vigilant: "What are you doing?"

The monk moved his lips, but didn't say a word, "It's still effective." The corners of his mouth moved slightly, revealing a mysterious and mysterious smile.

"Xuan Qian has no regrets."

Ji Zheng was so angry that he was about to use the topic to play, but he saw him take out a stack of portraits from the side and spread them out in front of the case.

"This is?"

"The poor monk made his own decisions, borrowed the name of His Royal Highness King Jing, and borrowed the portraits of the guards who were on duty in the Cining Hall last night from the father-in-law who was in charge of personnel. On the eve of the palace banquet last night, many close officials and royal relatives were eligible to bring their family members. The servant entered the palace ahead of time, and the crowds were mixed, and the portraits are all here, please be sure to take a look at them."

Ji Zheng's face changed slightly, he raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.

Xuan Qian added: "These two are from Xuan Qian's father, General Xuan Ping's mansion, and Chang Qing's father, Chang Shuiqing, the servants of the prefect's house. According to the poor monk's contempt, they are more suspicious..."

Ji Zheng followed his words to think, and immediately understood what he meant. He flipped the portrait abruptly, and his hands were trembling.

He interrupted Xuan Qian and said, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to pursue it, I'll go all out to find it, it's a waste of time and effort..."

"If you don't find this person, you may continue to indulge him in the chaos of the court." Xuan Qian's cold expression was like a stone, and he didn't change at all.

Although Xuanqian is a monk, he has sentient beings in his heart, but he treats all sentient beings indifferently. He has seen people who have traveled far more than the little sage. They are more human and understand people's bad roots. At this moment, he is not afraid to speculate on a person with the worst thoughts. In his values, it is to save more.

Ji Zheng understands his kindness, but he can't accept it. He can't imagine that the two women he rescued will appear on purpose...

Seeing his hesitation, Xuan Qian said, "If you can't remember the portrait when you look at the portrait, why don't you go for a walk by the river last night and see if you can remember anything..."

"The poor monk is also willing to describe the situation last night, so as to help the saint to remember..."

Those last night, dirty water, severe cold, floes, darkness, people on the bridge...

Ji Zheng's back froze as he leaned against the back of the chair, his eyes widened.

My heart is beating like a drum.

He had to substitute the portrait in front of him into the shadow from last night. Lift up heavy objects, smash them down, and then the ice cracks terribly.

Nightmare freezes and rewinds frame by frame.

Ji Zheng was nauseous for a while, unable to concentrate at all in a hurry, and his eyes wandered away in a short while.

From the piles of portraits in front of him, he floated to Ming Ciyue, who was standing silently beside him.

Ming Ci Yue didn't know when, and began to watch this side closely.

Ji Zheng thought at first that he was looking at these portraits, but when he and Mingci met their eyes, he found that the eyes were directed at him.

Similar to the eyes when he first woke up, he didn't evade, and looked straight at it, as if he was intoxicated with something.

Those eyes were definitely not friendly, Ji Zheng couldn't describe it, but he always felt like some kind of prey being picked up by the back of his neck.

An inexplicable sense of crisis was aroused subconsciously.

This kind of thing is too rude and outrageous to put on Ming Ciyue, who is usually gentle and courteous, but Ji Zheng shrank abruptly and quietly swallowed the "presumptuous" back into his stomach.

He couldn't say it, and suddenly thought of the sentence Ming Ciyue said, "including me".

The heartbeat paused for a while, and there was another faint acceleration, colliding in the chest, resonating.

Ji Zheng suddenly saw Mingci's big stride Meteor leaping over, and the next second the portrait on the table was picked up by him.

"The Holy One is not happy." Ming Ci frowned, "Then don't look at it again."

It turned out that after watching it for so long, it was just to come to a sentence that the saint is not happy?

Ji Zheng didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, but at the same time, Xuan Qian also shot.

The two hands pressed the same portrait.

"Don't the saint have the right to find the perpetrator by himself and bring him to justice? Isn't this the most basic self-protection ability and dignity of the king?"

This is also true.

Ji Zheng hesitated for a moment, looked down at the portrait, and sighed softly: "Ming Ciyue, take your hand away, I understand."

"Ming Yue Yue?"

Ming Ci broke the stalemate more and more straight, took away the painting, without pausing, and threw it into the small fireplace that was burning hot.

The flames quickly devoured the straw paper, crackling and popping up.

Ji Zheng and Xuan Qian stopped on the spot and watched his movements with surprise.

Only he looked normal, and said indifferently: "There is no need for the Holy One, there are other ways."

Xuan Qian's gaze wandered between Ji Zheng and Ming Ciyue for a moment, and then his brows were relieved.

He bowed to the emperor and looked at him, but he said to Ming Ci: "His Royal Highness King Jing, when the accident happened last night, he said that he could hear a strange heartbeat, does it still exist now?"