The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Pills the size of pearl grains are like drops of water falling into the river and sea.

Ji Zheng subconsciously stretched out his arm, and half of his body crossed the lantern to probe down.

Feign death pills, the only one of them, is a chance to escape from the bitter sea and retire early!

Ji Zheng was so heartbroken that he was unable to cry out, his fingertips were about to touch the edge of the small pill, a strong wind flashed behind him, a strong arm stretched out, and the cold sword body wrapped around his waist and belly, hooked Clothes, he instantly retrieved his body hanging outside the Langan, bounced into the air, and came into contact with a very generous and warm embrace.

Ji Zheng could clearly feel the sudden burst of muscles in the forearm on his waist, as well as the heat and rapid heartbeat coming from his back.

Mingci Yue was originally a martial artist. He was born in the army, and was a **** of war in the northwest gate. His strength and speed, even if he was imprisoned in the bird cage of the capital, lifted the appearance of the gentle and graceful gentleman, and he could still see the freshness of life. The beauty of sharp power.

That power came and went in a hurry, just when Ji Zheng was stunned, the temperature suddenly moved away in the next second, the sword under him was withdrawn, he lost his support in an instant, and fell straight to the bamboo and wood beauty.

"Hey." With the wood on his back, the little emperor groaned in pain.

The two were stunned at the same time.

Ji Zheng gritted his teeth and looked back, and the big beauty was staring at his cuff in a trance.

Ji Zheng also looked down, the golden sleeves and the palms of his palms were all black at this time, all of which were caused by the last edict.

What a neat freak.

"I fell to my death, you are so bold! Uncle Huang is here to murder me!" Ji Zheng gritted his teeth and glared at Ming Ci Yue, who quickly knelt down and apologized, bowing his head very humbly, But there is no intention to come up to help.

"Wei Chen didn't dare, just now he was eager to save him, and he didn't dare to be abrupt on the Holy Communion, so this is the only way to do it."

Ji Zheng supported his back, which was too painful to move, with a blank face: "Oh, it's my fault, I misunderstood Uncle Huang's heart."

Ming Ci was silent for a moment, "It's the minister's fault." His head was lowered lower, his face was hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

He was also a little remorseful, knowing that he had caused a major incident, and he just didn't want to touch the dirty place just by conditioned reflex. Who knows why he just threw the emperor down, and it seemed that he fell hard.

He quietly raised his head to look at the little sage, and saw that on the delicate face like porcelain, the long eyebrows were still knitted in pain.

I don't know why, but the saint dressed very dignifiedly and formally tonight, except for those mottled ink marks, the dragon-patterned brocade clothes on his body were dressed neatly, outlining the curve of the waist, black hair and high bundles wearing a jade crown, only A trace fell out from the struggle just now, vaguely beside the neck that was as white as lotus root.

The sage was greedy for extravagance and pleasure, and lingered in the harem for a long time. Ming Ci Yue had not seen the emperor with a ceremonial crown and formal clothes for a long time.

Under the light of the candlelight, the little skin exposed between the folded clothes was white and dazzling. He inadvertently remembered the waist that he had just touched in a hurry. Although it was a touch away, it was very soft and thin. It was a weak and soft body that had been inactive for a long time. If you fold it lightly, it will break.

After a while, the emperor's angry rebuke attracted the surrounding guards, including Li Ruhai, the general manager who had just arrived from the palace. When everyone saw that the only prince of the dynasty was kneeling on the ground, Jing Wang Ming resigned, but they were all too angry and did not dare to come out.

Eunuch Li helped him up, and King Jing knelt upright and had no intention of getting up.

Eunuch Li went to help the Son of Heaven again. Ji Zheng couldn't wait for Ming Ci to apologize and help him, but he would admit that he was hurt by his fall. He sat upright with a cold face on his waist, but he refused to get up.

Mingci asked more and more: "What does the Holy One seem to be looking for?"

Ji Zheng then recalled the feign death drug that flew away and flew away. This drug only loved him for a short time, and it was better that it never appeared! He was in pain and heartache, and he was even more angry.

It is impossible to leave the palace with suspended animation now. If he wants to get rid of him completely, he has to continue to act as a tyrant, follow the plot, brush hatred, and destroy and persecute the male protagonist.

Uncle, I'm sorry, if you want to blame it, you can blame yourself.

Ji Zheng was in a rage, and with the help of the characters, he showed his acting willfully, and his acting skills were even more exquisite. He smiled sullenly, turned his head and asked, "Eunuch Li, how big is the pond in this imperial garden?"

Li Ruhai was a little puzzled: "Total...more than ten acres?"

"That's good." Ji Zheng slapped the handrail, "Give Uncle Huang a fishing net, let him dive into the water for me, or let him soak up the water in the imperial garden overnight!"

Ming Ciyue finally raised his head: "Dare to ask what the sage is doing?"

Ji Zheng snorted coldly: "My night pearl, dark green, such a big one." As he spoke, he raised his hand and gestured. He couldn't mention the fake death medicine, and he felt a pain in his heart when he mentioned it.

"What are you doing in the forbidden area of ​​the Imperial Garden without permission in the middle of the night, carrying a sword with you, who gave Uncle Huang such great power, what if it were an assassin." Ji Zheng's tone became heavier and heavier. Imposingly, "Which of these crimes can't be a capital crime, the uncle can't find it, as long as he can bear the guilt."

I don't know if it's possible to brush the hatred value like this, Ji Zheng watched Ming Ci's reaction after he finished speaking, trying to find any clues of his dissatisfaction and boredom.

A guard next to Ming Ciyue seemed to be unable to hold back, and wanted to help him up, but was pushed aside by him, still the face that was extremely forbearing.

Ji Zheng recognized him. The more Ming Ci was brought from home to the battlefield and then to the palace, Han Cheng, his cronie, was unstable, and the more Ming Ci was given in the book, the more trouble he got.

"Where's the captain of the guard, is there no one to stop him?" Ji Zheng glanced down.

Han Cheng immediately said: "Your Majesty, the captain of the guard is not right in front of you."

where?

Ji Zheng paused and turned to look around.

Eunuch Li hurriedly rounded up the situation: "King Jing will always keep the safety of the Sage in mind. For the safety of the Sage, he sleeps at night, and he leads the class to patrol the palace day and night. Today, it happens to be fate." Both inside and outside of the words imply that the Sage let go of this matter.

Who in the world doesn't secretly know that King Daojing is talented and knowledgeable, and the country's scholar is unparalleled, and the emperor's position in the palace is not so absolute in addition to his temper.

Ji Zheng slowly recalled that, this is the part of the book where Ming Ci was maliciously named by the emperor as a commander and assigned the work of the harem bodyguard patrol.

Ming Ciyue was born as a general, and the whole family went to the battlefield to fight. However, his father Ming Changmu was recalled from the capital due to a certain corruption charge when he was leading the army. Later, Ming Changmu refused to obey orders and died in a heroic battle, but he could no longer clear his injustice. The plaque on the door was picked, the title was stripped, and the Ming family was removed. Ming Ci Yue should have hated the royal family, but he once again rescued the late emperor by riding alone thousands of miles away from the city gate. For some reason, he was given the country's surname Ji when he was drunk and happy, married a righteous brother, changed his name, and made a clear distinction with his original family. A relationship, broken wings, imprisoned in the capital as an idle prince.

Where did Ji Ciyue come from? The royal family resented him and rejected him. Everyone knew that he was just a powerless king with a different surname.

The prince's title is very high, and he should not have entered the harem as a guard, but the original owner ordered him to further humiliate him, disgust him, and make him the most disgusting royal guard dog, and the person he hates the most.

Okay, ruthlessness is still the original owner ruthless, this kind of ruthlessness Jizheng can't perform.

He looked at Ming Yue who was kneeling on the ground in a capable black robe with frost on his shoulders, and was speechless for a while.

"Sage left the palace in the middle of the night, what are you doing in this imperial garden?" Eunuch Li carefully looked at Ji Zheng's face, "Don't say anything, but I'm worried about the dead servant."

Ji Zheng replied casually, "Funny bird."

Everyone looked at the birdcage, the suspended animation was not over, the bird with white feathers still closed his eyes and kicked his legs, dying.

Han Cheng took a deep breath: "This bird is not a gift from His Majesty King Jing, it is extremely precious in the northwest desert..."

The more Ming Ci interrupted: "It's okay."

It happened to be a bird sent by Ming Ci Yue? Ji Zheng couldn't help frowning, looking at Guiniao's half-dead appearance, he couldn't explain it any more, insisting on the character, with a look of indifference: "I'm tired of playing, I can't help playing, Uncle Huang will give you another one next time."

"It was ruined like this. This time it was a bird, and it is estimated that it will be a human next time."

As soon as Han Cheng's words were put on the stage, the entire pavilion was instantly silent, the night wind whimpered past, and even Ji Zheng couldn't hold back.

Just as he was about to perform, he saw Mingci's sword slammed into Han Cheng's back knee, and the backhand hilt hit his lower abdomen. Han Cheng instantly landed on his knees, retching and wailing.

Before everyone could react, Ming Ciyue had already quickly retracted his sword, tidied up his demeanor, lowered his eyelids, and restored the appearance of a gentle gentleman. The killing intent of Sisha was instantly withdrawn, "It's the minister who neglected discipline."

Everything happened between lightning and flint, Ji Zheng was speechless, and always felt that Ming Ci Yue had saved Han Cheng's life.

He stared blankly at the next emperor who was kneeling in front of him for a while. He couldn't understand anything, and he faintly felt that compared to himself sitting on the dragon chair, he was too... young and powerless.

Forget it, it's not that he wants to be the emperor, he should abdicate when he should, and he will never hesitate to be vague.

"Forget it, go back to the palace to go back to the palace, I'm tired of playing, I'm going to die of exhaustion."

Li Ruhai immediately bowed his waist flatteringly, showing a generous back, but he was immediately laughed and scolded by the emperor and kicked a shoe print.

Ji Zheng didn't want anyone to carry it, he forced his waist to be surrounded by the crowd, and slowly moved on to the chariot. The palace was surrounded by tigers and wolves, and it was very uneasy. He dared not let others see that he was injured, not at all.

When he noticed that he was looking at him, Ji Zheng turned back immediately, but saw that Ming Ci Yue had not received any instructions, but still lowered his eyes and knelt on the same spot without being humble or arrogant. He remembered that he was still a little terrified, and hurriedly called Uncle Huang to hurry up and follow.

Bu Nian left quickly, and Ming Ci Yue was about to leave, but Han Cheng grabbed the corner of his robe, "His Royal Highness, our plans..."

Ming Ci looked at him condescendingly, took out the corner of his clothes in silence for a long time, and stepped over him, leaving only two words: "Be careful."

Back in the inner hall of Yanfu Hall, Ji Zheng quickly pulled up the curtains, and blocked Li Ruhai and everyone from Ming Ciyue in the outer hall. Only the guards summoned the youngest doctor in the Taiyuan Hospital for questioning.

After some tossing and twisting just now, the pain in the lower back has long since disappeared, but Ji Zheng is not at ease, for fear of leaving some sequelae to this delicate and delicate body.

In the previous life, he had been lying in the hospital bed all his life, but he didn't want it in this life.

He took off his robe and turned his head. Ji Zheng looked carefully at the dim brass mirror for a while, then began to **** a little, looking for the bruises from the bruises.

The little healer gently pushed the door, "The holy chariot and horses are silver taels, and there is a fake death autopsy..."

Ji Zheng beckoned impatiently: "What kind of fake death is still being tested, I'm really hurt, come and show me."

The little healer walked over, and on the smooth and delicate back waist, there were a pair of very beautiful dimples, and a pair of shoulder blades were very conspicuous on the thin back, like the thin wings of a butterfly about to spread its wings. But other than that, there are no traces. This is the precious dragon body that was provided by the whole country's financial resources... He didn't dare to delay, and he stretched out his hand and pressed it a few times, and the skeletal muscles were all intact.

But the more he said that he was safe, the more the emperor frowned, his face full of disbelief, and he expressed high doubts about his medical skills. The little healer simply prescribed a few external medicines to comfort the Sacred Heart.

The nobles are all frightened out of their own faults.

Ji Zheng carefully put down his robe, and asked the little doctor to get the medicine by himself, and don't spread the news of his injury.

The original owner, such a tyrant, is doing all kinds of crimes and causing trouble. If the news of the serious injury and inconvenience spreads, it may be celebrated all over the world, and the assassin killer is just around the corner. Maybe even his grandmother will plan to re-cultivate a new healthy puppet.

There are dead ends everywhere, and only by holding the throne until the day when the protagonist grows up and fights back can he abdicate successfully.

Ji Zheng deliberately said fiercely: "If the news gets out, I will bury you with the entire Imperial Hospital!"

"What news is out?" The voice was slow and carefree.

The curtain was lifted by the wind, and a red figure was vaguely printed on the veil.

This image... Ji Zheng's heart was full of alarm bells.

It's over, the perverted concubine I have never met has come to find her.

The author has something to say:

Uncle Huang will send birds to Xiaosheng to play next time...

Draw a key point to attack and accept a family, not on a household registration book (dog head saves life)

Ming Ciyue actually gave the country's surname Ji Ciyue, but he didn't admit it, and the royal family didn't admit it, only the little emperor deliberately called the emperor's uncle hiahiahia when he satirized him and disgusted him.