The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Ji Zheng's heart was about to jump out of his throat, while breathing steadily and pretending to sleep, he took advantage of the curtain to keep his round eyes on the outsiders' every move.

In the winter's thin silk quilt, he forced himself into a cold sweat.

Ji Zheng timidly comforted himself in his heart while trembling, "Perhaps he should take the initiative to step out and let Ming Ci experience the dragon bed. Maybe it will help arouse his desire to conquer the throne?"

In desperation, he moved to the inside, freed up half of the pillow, opened one side of the quilt, and waited patiently.

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Ming Ci Yue lost control again and realized the taste of madness. In these days when he couldn't hear his heart and could only hear his heartbeat, he thought he had gotten used to the sound and could resist the temptation. However, there were a few sparks of ashes in his chest, and when the wind blew, the prairie was blazing.

He had to admit that the voice of the supreme man was a poisonous poison for him and had a fatal attraction.

It doesn't sound real.

"Uncle Huang... Long Tai, if you have the heart..."

"Experience the dragon couch... The desire to conquer..."

"Uncle, uncle..."

"Uncle Royal."

Ming Ciyue couldn't hold back his footsteps at all, and tightly grasped the Imperial Sabre at his waist in his hand.

The emperor's breathing was steady as if he was pretending to be asleep, but he knew that the emperor must have opened his eyes and looked at his figure through the bed net.

Because, hearing the voice of the heart can only be done by looking at each other.

His heart is full of bad taste, and he wants the emperor to watch him use the tip of his sword to open the curtain of the bed, then slow down and open the quilt, belt, and clothes, like a cold snake, spitting out poisonous letters, silk wire drilled in.

Experience the dragon bed? No, he wants to experience people, experience... conquer this person in the dragon couch.

The more Ming Ci was really crazy, he was really dumbfounded, and he used the tip of his sword to poke in and open the half-inch bed curtain. He didn't need to go any further, the dazzling white forearm was already exposed in the air, which was shocking.

He stared at the arm with difficulty, from the tip of his tongue to his throat, as if he had poured a jar of strong wine, hot, dry and burning.

The cold wind poured in, and the emperor shivered with cold.

The more Ming Ci came back to his senses. Grip the hilt of the sword, let the sharp carvings pierce into the palm of his hand, forcibly regain his sanity, and hypnotically let himself think about the conversation with Sitian Jianzheng outside the door that day.

"...A comet appeared in the southeast sky, which should have been drawn directly to the northwest, but gradually deviated from its trajectory, forming a companionship with Emperor Ziwei in the due east. Therefore, the comet took the opportunity to glimpse the vein of the true dragon, and it would have been a long time ago. Weakening the Dragon Qi of Emperor Star... There will even be a year of natural disasters, comet rebellion, and turmoil in the world!"

"Can Gu Jianzheng have a solution?"

"This...His Royal Highness King Jing, these words cannot be spread out. The reason why Comet can take advantage of the emptiness is because the Emperor Star himself has been trapped. Emperor Star is willing to take the initiative to cut away and drive the comet back to its original trajectory, there is no other way."

Ming Ci is more silent.

Gu Jianzheng also rambled a lot: "I see that this comet should go to the northwest, and I am afraid that it refers to the noble concubine Ying from the northwest. She is pregnant with a dragon and has entered the Fengqi Terrace. This is a sign that the harem is about to be spoiled. , if His Highness can speak a few words to the Holy Highness, I would advise him to do so as soon as possible..."

It's not Li Ying, the clearer the words.

The disaster star is him, and it is clearly him who takes advantage of the emptiness.

Ji Zheng suddenly coughed a few times very lightly, as if trying to hold back a sneeze, making his nose red.

Ming Ciyue looked at him attentively. At this moment, the little emperor closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. His thick eyelashes hung down under his eyelids, his face was almost transparent, his red lips were slightly parted, the tip of his tongue was tender red, and his teeth were white. But his body is as if being picked by Jun, his arms are open, and half of the quilt is opened.

Pure and lustful, as if inviting people into the tent and on the couch.

After the sunset, it was hard to hear the emperor's heart for a long time. How could it be... just because he helped the emperor with suggestions, sent the dark blade, and handed over the supper, in exchange for more closeness and trust, unlocking more hearts?

Then he is really a calamity star who has a ghost in his heart and takes advantage of it!

Ming Ciyue seemed to have been drenched in cold water from the ground up, he laughed at himself, quietly retracted the tip of his sword, held down his desire, closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to pull up the quilt for the emperor, and tucked it tightly.

Hear, see, touch, day and night, reach, but not eat.

This should be the biggest punishment for the disaster star.

Ji Zheng felt the bed curtain beside him being put down abruptly, the footsteps quickly moved away, and even left the outer hall, slightly relieved.

Arabian Nights! The more likely Ming Ci could hear his voice, this kind of conjecture is too terrifying, there is no such paragraph in the original book.

If you hear it... how can you not get on the dragon couch when you hear it? ! There is no man in the world who can withstand the temptation of the dragon couch!

Obviously he should be lucky, but Ji Zheng has some inexplicable grievances in his heart.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?" There were footsteps approaching back, trying to lift his curtain.

Ji Zheng bulged his cheeks angrily, buried his head in the quilt, and said nonsense: "What are you doing, you want to climb the bed again? I fell asleep and couldn't hear!"

"Climbing the bed? Which little girl shamelessly provokes the sage?" A female voice lingered slowly, "But the Aijia heard that the sage didn't have any new people around recently."

Ji Zheng was sluggish for half a second, then suddenly sat up, closed his clothes, and opened the curtain of the bed.

Social death scene.

The lights in the hall were all lit. The Empress Dowager moved a chair and sat outside his couch. Li Ruhai led a group of people from the Palace of Yanfu Palace and stood aside with a silent smile.

"Just the temper of our saint, which girl dares to climb the bed, the Aijia really wants to give her a name."

Ji Zheng hummed: "Grandma..." He lowered his head and saw the toes of the cloth boots belonging to Ming Ciyue, and his ears burned like clouds.

"The late-night visit of the Empress Dowager is an important matter for a country." Li Ruhai immediately stood in line with the Empress Dowager, and interrupted with a wink, "Your Majesty still remember that Concubine Ying has been locked up in Fengqi Terrace by you for more than a month? ."

Ji Zheng became more energetic: "You mean to say that he knew something was wrong?"

Li Ruhai was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly: "No, he managed to move in the temporary wolf master of the Eight Parts of the Western Desert, Li Yang."

The Empress Dowager glanced at Ji Zheng with a bewildered face, knowing that he had been neglecting the government for a long time, and sighed: "Every year after the winter solstice, Xi Mo will pay tribute to 3,000 sheep. This year, Li Yang requested to hold their Winter Hunting Festival in the imperial enclosure of Dayan, and he led an **** team outside the capital, refusing to pay tribute. By the way, he wanted to see Li Ying by name. "

The perverted brother seeks revenge for the perverted? Perverted dead.

Ji Zheng shrank his head and insisted: "Li Ying married me to follow me, they said they would meet me when they saw them, and they said they would bring soldiers to hunt in winter. Wouldn't they just break into the palace next time and rob me and your concubine away? He patted the bedrail of the golden and jade carved railings, "I am the master, and I don't want their tribute this year. My Dayan Dynasty is rich in products. These 3,000 sheep have been taken out of my account to comfort the people."

Xianyu Xiaotian pays for the people himself, which is the highlight of his life. With a wave of his hand, there is a feeling that this is the country created by me.

The Empress Dowager chuckled: "Stupid? There is no spare money in the treasury, so let's start emptying it from the Yanfu Palace."

Ji Zheng fainted: "Oh..."

Li Ruhai would like to add: "Old slave's younger sister is in Suzhou, I heard that this year is a disaster year, there is not enough pasture, and many livestock in the western four states starved to death and frozen to death, I am afraid everyone is waiting for this batch of sheep winter."

The Empress Dowager nodded: "Li Yang just wanted to vent his anger to his sister, and it would be fine. The sage is aggrieved and cooperated, just show more affection."

The two of you said each other's good words, and Ji Zheng had no position to refuse at all.

He played the role of a tyrant, but he only threw fire willfully in the palace. He couldn't make fun of the people in his temperament, and he didn't dare to change the state and foreign affairs at will.

Ji Zheng just wanted to respond, only to hear the Empress Dowager look around and say: "The servants in this room have changed a lot, looking at their faces, but..." She looked up, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were full of cunning. , "His Royal Highness King Jing is loyal enough and is still there."

This terrifying awareness.

Ji Zheng looked at her with chills. He knew where the original owner's fox-like cunning came from.

"Uncle I will also take it with me." Ji Zheng squinted, imitating the empress dowager, and looked at Ming Ciyue with a contemptuous smile, but the words were addressed to her, "It is the uncle who serves me at night. I'm most used to dressing, and the eunuch's servant next to me is too thick."

"Then come back and explain the injury on your leg to Aijia." She slapped Tianzi on the leg and walked out without looking back with the robe closed.

This matter was in a hurry. The next morning, the sky was slightly bright and the ground was full of frost, and the carriages and horses assembled at the gate of Miyagi.

For the first time in more than a month, Li Ying stepped out of the gate of Fengqi Terrace, with a graceful appearance and no sign of haggard. In order to show his love for the show, he took advantage of all the jewels, jade and gold hairpins in the palace, wearing them on his body, still wearing a red veil, with deep and bewitching eyebrows, and an undisguised pride.

He got on the sedan chair first, turned around and stretched out his hand to the emperor.

This time Ji Zheng didn't hide anymore, but he felt a line of sight following him silently, and hurriedly hid himself in the sedan chair.

It was just that Li Ying had just wrapped his hand in the palm of his hand, and Ji Zheng clenched his hand back. Whose hands are outside.

But... why does this concubine's hand grow bigger than him?

Ji Zheng suddenly stopped fighting, he turned his head sideways, and found that looking out from the window on Li Ying's side, it was Ming Ci Yue.

He was dressed in black and gold iron armor, straddled the black horse, followed the sedan, and walked lightly. The whole person is tall and straight like a cold pine, with a bee waist and ape back, slender shoulders and neck lines like a long rainbow hidden under a white shirt, and a big cloak hunting in the morning wind.

The wind picked up, and the curtains by the window were turned up.

What was revealed was the red ying he was holding behind his hands, and the flying high ponytail, the familiar and unfamiliar face in the morning mist, the thin lips were pursed into a line, and the eyes were staring straight ahead with cold and clear eyes. Thinking like grinding, like cutting like learning.

This is the Ximo killing **** Ciyue, the uncle Ji Zheng has never seen before, far from Ming Ciyue, the night guard who is under house arrest in the palace.

The original owner, the imperial power, can only hold him temporarily, but never break the wings of such a person.

The more clear the words are, the more people who take a look at it may be unforgettable in this life.

Ji Zheng swallowed his saliva, and suddenly felt that his uncle was so far away from him, that the difference between clouds and mud was completely two worlds.

It was at this moment that Ming Ci turned his head, paused slightly, and smiled lightly.

Ji Zheng seemed to be caught peeping, and suddenly lowered his head to withdraw his gaze.

At this time, I heard Li Ying say: "The sage has been staring at the concubine for so long, how is the makeup of the concubine today?"

Li Ying is also an exotic beauty in the book, and her appearance is definitely not bad. But Ji Zheng didn't even have the interest to take a closer look. He thought it should look good, so he vaguely responded.

Li Ying smiled and said, "The Holy One may wish..."

Ji Zheng interrupted him abruptly, "God, no one is watching, why are you still holding hands with me, aren't two big men tired enough?"

Li Ying pretended not to hear: "The Holy One is willing to be with his concubine..."

Ji Zheng frowned again and raised his voice: "Ah, why are you sweating on your palms, wearing all the golden family belongings on your body, so flamboyant, Concubine Ying is very hard."

Li Ying forced a smile: "Sacred Lord is willing to accompany his concubine and concubine for a love affair, seriously."

Ji Zheng rubbed his chin, looked at him with a question mark on his face, and put a hand on his lower abdomen.

"Okay, if Concubine Ying does give birth to a prince, I can consider giving you a chance to give birth to a mother and a child."

Ji Zheng tilted his head and smirked, "Seriously."