The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

"What?" For a moment, Ji Zheng almost thought he had heard it wrong.

The Ming Ci in the mirror turned away for a moment, the hand that was packing his clothes stopped, and knelt down on one knee behind him.

Eyes full of shame and self-reproach, "I just looked at the sage, and I couldn't help but think of my own youth, when I lost my temper for a while... I was rude."

In fact, how to say this is extremely arrogant. The emperor is precious as a real dragon. Even if he is a real father, he can't falsely say that the emperor is similar to himself. What's more, he, Ming Yue... a person with a different surname.

It's just that Ji Zheng was immersed in these words for a while, forgetting the reaction that a tyrant should have.

He hugged his knees and squatted to the height of Ming Ciyue, one finger lifted his chin, forcing that Yurong to be exposed to the light.

"What exactly does it look like? Face, character?"

What do protagonists and cannon fodders have in common?

Ji Zheng frowned in displeasure, reached out and rubbed his side face impatiently.

"Don't do this." The tone became very strong, almost commanding, but he repeated in a distressed voice, "Don't do this."

A hand pushed his hand away and tightly protected his profile, "Does the Holy Master know himself?"

The pulp of the thumb was slightly calloused, rubbing against his lips intentionally or unintentionally.

This pose is too ambiguous.

Ji Zheng's eyes widened suddenly, the skin became too hot, and the burning cloud spread all the way to the back of the ear.

The sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded outside the tent, and they swirled in circles, with the peculiar shouts of farmers and herdsmen when they hunted their prey, and surrounded them on all sides.

The atmosphere was suddenly broken, and the two of them got up from front to back and faced the door that was roughly opened.

"The auspicious time of the son is here." Li Yang raised his chin, glanced at Ming Ciyue, then stared at the emperor, smiled arrogantly, put his hands on his shoulders, bowed, and made an indecent Western desert ceremony.

"Your Majesty Dayan, please."

Xi Mo's check-in ceremony turned out to be riding a horse first!

The horse Li Yang prepared for him was a desert horse with a black body, and its back was almost as high as his.

Not to mention that Ji Zheng is a fake emperor, the royal ceremonies, music, and imperial books are all necessary. He simply couldn't tame such a fierce horse in a short period of time.

His eyes crossed the horse's back, only a slight glance at Ming Ci Yue, Ming Ci immediately understood, walked around to his side, supported his waist and mounted the horse, and then he also rolled over and sat behind him.

The horse followed with a long cry, raised its front hooves, and neighed. Ji Zheng slid back and tightly pressed against Ming Ciyue's chest, closing his eyes in horror.

There was a whistle not far away, all the people in the West Desert grew up on horseback, and at this time they were all laughing and running their horses, waiting to see the joke of King Dayan.

But in the next moment, Ji Zheng only heard a dull rasping sound, and Lie Ma's hooves fell so hard, his nostrils gasped, and he stepped on the ground restlessly, but he didn't dare to slap his hoofs easily.

Ji Zheng lowered his head and saw clearly that Ming Ciyue's boots had blunt thorns on the inside. They were stuck on both sides of the horse's neck. He was imprisoned from left to right and his head could only move forward. A slight deflection for half a minute could lead to a broken end. .

The people of Western Desert, even the people of Dayan, were silent.

"Sacred Lord." Ming Ciyue's voice was not high, but it was particularly clear at this time. Although the words were addressed to the little emperor in his arms, he looked around condescendingly, and paused on Li Yang if he pointed to it. .

"Things in the Western Desert can't be tamed to death, so they will be tamed to death."

Ming Ci's face was expressionless and his tone was flat, "The reins on them can't be taken off for the rest of their lives."

Ji Zheng followed his gaze and turned his head to look at Li Yang. At this moment, his eyes were red and he stared at the blunt thorns fastened to the sides of his beloved horse, without saying a word.

Li Ying lightly kicked a red horse of the same height and slowly stopped by the side of the black horse. People like him don't care much about the West Desert's Ma Ximo, but he indifferently urged his brother to start bowing quickly.

"Wait." Li Yang said, "The ceremony is a matter between a husband and wife, and servants are not qualified to follow."

"Dayan's etiquette, father and brother **** him out." Mingci smiled lightly. He turned his horse's head and approached Li Yang step by step.

"This king is the only uncle of the saint, the uncle of King Dayan, is he qualified?"

Li Yang looked extremely surprised, opened his mouth, and took a half step back for a while.

This is the first time I heard Ming Ci Yue call himself a king, and took the initiative to move out of the identity of the uncle.

Ji Zheng's mood was a little subtle, and he silently raised his head and glanced at Ming Ci Yue.

He hates to hear Ming Ci Yue mention the word emperor uncle himself.

It's disgusting, so disgusting.

Although Ji Zheng satirically called Uncle Huang in his spare time, he sometimes almost forgot that this handsome young man was his only father.

It is an uncle, even a nominal uncle, the relationship between ethics and normalcy is a gap that no one can bridge...

The horse had already started to move, and Ji Zheng suddenly came to his senses.

No one came out to stop him, and the ceremony began. According to the custom of the Western Desert, he and Li Ying would hold a red satin, and line up the horses around the bonfire and the camp, thanking the wolf master of the desert for the marriage, and finally entering the red tent. , Licheng.

And the uncle...is the one who sent his relatives in his marriage.

Pulling a red satin with Li Ying didn't seem so uncomfortable, just because Ming Ciyue's presence behind him was too strong and too strong.

This horse is a galloping wild horse, it is very unsteady to walk slowly, coupled with the rough hillside grass, back and forth, bumpy.

Ji Zheng had ridden a horse before, when he was led and swayed back and forth, and accidentally said, "Hmm, um..."

A few humming sounds escaped from the depths of his throat, which sounded like a little milk cat.

Ji Zheng quickly loosened the reins and covered his mouth.

"What's wrong with the saint?" The more Mingci thought he was uncomfortable, he leaned over with concern.

His broad chest was close to his thin back, and he could even feel his two abrupt shoulder blades being pushed gently.

As the horse swayed back and forth, it moved away a little, and then moved away a little, and then again.

Ji Zheng seemed to have landed in a drifting boat, babblingly being pushed by the water waves, swaying, ambiguous, ups and downs.

Ming Ci has been in the army for a long time, and there are often times when two people straddle a horse on the battlefield, and they can't notice anything wrong at all.

Ji Zheng curled up desperately and fell into his arms, making him a lot shorter, and he could even feel his chin resting slightly on the top of his hair.

"Uncle, don't, don't push it."

The corners of Ji Zheng's eyes were flushed, and he could only cover his mouth and speak silently.

The festive red-roofed tent is not far away, and two red lanterns of Dayan are hanging, waiting for them lively.

Ji Zheng could see clearly as he passed a puddle next to the bonfire.

He and his gorgeous bride were holding the red silk, but they were hugged by another tall man in his arms. The two of them were dressed up together, the same dark armor, and their body curves fit together perfectly.

The water splashed by the horse's hoofs smashed the phantom.

Ji Zheng was in a trance for a moment, unable to tell who he was bowing with and who he was going to marry tonight.

"Holy."

A warm hand was attached to the outside of his waist and slid in along the gap in the black armor, as if something was left behind.

Ming Ci Yue is always respectful and courteous, even in dressing, he has never had such a skin-to-skin blind date.

Ji Zheng lost his mind for a while, so he could only take a breath, tightening his waist and abdomen, a few words seemed to float in the distance, and he couldn't hear clearly, "Sir, this is... medicine..."

medicine? what medicine?

Ji Zheng looked back at Ming Ci Yue with a blank face, and Ming Ci looked down at him helplessly and smiled back.

This time Ji Zheng heard it clearly, he saw this man with a smile, and said word by word.

"Excuse the rudeness of the minister. In fact, the minister does not like being the uncle of the saint. It used to be, today is, and always has been."

Ji Zheng was a little flustered, "What does Uncle Huang mean?"

Before he could reply, he was taken off the horse. There was the custom of the Western Desert in front of the tent. The crowd gathered around Sahua to drink and pay homage. Looking back, I couldn't find the tall figure of Uncle Huang in the hilarious crowd.

Li Ying held the red silk and led him into the tent.

Ji Zheng couldn't make any noise at all. The two of them had to sleep together that night. The people from Xi Mo outside were all watching carefully and listening to the movement.

As a willful and mindless tyrant, of course, he can tear his face without hesitation, but his frontier country is not good, let alone the ten thousand households in his four western states.

Ji Zheng was in a low mood, and he was still thinking about the last sentence of the clear speech, and then he lay on the bed with big letters on his back, his legs hanging on the edge of the couch.

"Tonight, I will wash and sleep. This tent is all over the floor, and the floor can be set up. Concubine Ai can do whatever you want. Don't be restrained. Old husbands and wives don't have to be so polite to me."

He yawned, rolled the few quilts in the tent, and wrapped them all over him.

It was midnight, and after a busy day, Ji Zheng's brain was not sleepy, but his eyelids were extremely sleepy, and he was dazed and fell into a dream.

Suddenly, something wrapped around his foot, which was hanging by the bed, and then his calf.

He opened his eyes suddenly and sat up.

Ji Zheng was shocked, really shocked.

Li Ying knelt down on the carpet made of animal skin with his legs apart. The red gauze was flirtatiously opened at this time, and the blooms fell on the rough down. He was facing Ji Zheng hanging between his legs beside the bed.

Ji Zheng's boots have been removed by him, and his knees are separated by him.

Aware of Ji Zheng's gaze, Li Ying raised her head to look back at him, her slender neck exposed in the air, and her eyes looked extremely innocent, "Your Majesty, haven't you seen the appearance of your concubine?"

Before Ji Zheng could stop her, Li Ying took off the red veil with one hand and gently held it between her teeth.

With this pick, he can't pretend to be pitiful at all.

His appearance is so strange that he is extremely aggressive, his eyes are still weak, but the corners of his mouth are already hooked up with a smile that is not a smile.

Even though Li Ying was the one who subordinated to the lower position at this moment, and even had the intention of opening his own invitation, his aura was completely subverted.

This kind of person is a wolf cub born in the depths of the desert. How could he be willing to be a servant? It is true that the reins on their bodies can never be taken off.

Ji Zheng swallowed her saliva and whispered, "Concubine Ai doesn't need to be so proactive, and I didn't call for room service..."

"Didn't the sage want a child?" Li Ying interrupted him.

His attack from below failed, and he was a little dissatisfied, so he got up and pressed up step by step, disbanding the golden hairpin, and his black hair fell like a waterfall, "The holy man likes those with loose hair, those with swaying and beautiful clothes, those with soft bodies, and those with pleasant petites. of…"

His hand groped along the black armor, "Your Majesty, what did the concubine fail to do?"

Ji Zheng watched Li Ying fumble for a moment, his smile faded, his brows were lowered, his eyes were full of impatience, and he murmured and cursed in the West Desert language.

Ji Zheng understood, Ming Ciyue couldn't take off this mysterious armor if he couldn't find the rules.

Li Ying's tone suddenly faded, "Ji Chaoming, take it off yourself."

When Ji Zheng was retreating on the bed, he was suddenly caught by something around his waist. Under his middle coat, there was a small round bottle.

medicine? What kind of medicine did Ming Ciyue say just now?

The wine glass was placed on the couch by his hand.

Ji Zheng suddenly understood, got up in spirit, turned over, pushed Li Ying to the side of the bed, and laughed lightly like him: "The concubine Ying Ying has not tasted the taste yet."

The author has something to say:

Don't worry, in the next chapter, the little emperor stood up and repaired the concubine!

About the posture on horseback, make up your own brain, do not start description hahaha

Thanks to the bosses for throwing mines and spending money. Sorry, the update time may be a little unstable in the past two days. After entering V, try to fix it as much as possible. Thank you for your support! !