The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Can't stay? Such a spacious courtyard, almost luxurious configuration, can't leave a clear word?

Ji Zheng was astonished, and instantly reacted again, he couldn't stay, of course he couldn't stay, the more Ming Ci belonged to the dragon chair of the Qianying Palace and the jade couch of the Yanfu Palace, how could such a broken mahogany bed be able to keep him?

He stared blankly at Ming Ciyue, and he could even imagine the near future. With such a tall, tall and slender body, wearing a bright yellow tunic, his upper body was as straight as a pine, sitting in an open and magnificent hall, luxurious and luxurious. On the soft tent and jade couch, half of his face was reflected under the dim yellow and swaying palace lanterns, holding a scroll of memorials to read carefully.

Sure enough, Ji Zheng sighed silently in the bottom of his heart. Only when Ming Ciyue stayed, could the Golden Jade Palace re-emerge its original imperial spirit.

He suddenly found that Ming Ci Yue was looking straight at him without shyness, his eyes were smiling, his expression was still as solemn and respectful as always, but his lower eyelids were secretly curved, his smile was very "gentleman".

Ji Zheng instantly recalled the dream, the dream where he would shamelessly speak the truth as long as he was looked at directly. He subconsciously turned his head away, sneered, and raised his voice sarcastically, "What are you laughing at! The Zheng Yue mansion so big can't hold you, do you really want to ask me for the dragon bed of Yanfu Hall?"

It was just a joke, Ming Ci Yue actually thought about it for a while, nodded thoughtfully, and shook his head again.

Ji Zheng was speechless for a while, it was one thing to think about it, but it was another thing to show that he wanted a dragon bed in front of the king. Why did the protagonist suddenly become arrogant, did he want to lose face as Emperor Salted Fish?

Ji Zheng considered the scale and became angry: "Ming Yue Yue, I'm just too tolerant and indulgent, and I'm too kind to you..."

"This wedding robe... is the sage too kind to the minister?" Ming Ci's eyes became sharper, and he saw the crimson red wedding cloak from under his thick navy blue jacket.

Ji Zheng: ... woohoo, Ji Xianyu loses face.

The dream and reality slightly overlapped, maybe the more Ming Ci would really approach him with his happy clothes, and fit him little by little... Ji Zheng shrank suddenly. It cannot be said that it is a wedding gown for Ming Ciyue!

He simply told Ming Ciyue that this was a sample made by Chang Qing, and that the secret textile production in the palace was part of his plan.

Ji Zheng expressed hesitantly and vaguely. He didn't want to tell Ming Ciyue everything. In his eyes, the protagonist was still too upright.

After listening to the words and thinking for a moment, he stared at the little emperor and asked earnestly: "I just saw Gu Congyun, the third son of the Marquis of Wu'an, holding a cloak similar to this one, which was also given by the saint. of?"

Ji Zheng: ...how to explain.

Ming Ci Yue immediately asked himself and answered: "How could the sage give him something? It is probably to use Gu Gongzi's romantic and playful temperament to let him show more in the Beijing restaurant and attract more buyers as soon as possible."

Ji Zheng: ...don't say it, it's just a matter of understanding.

Ming Ciyue continued to analyze in a soft voice: "The clothes will be sold exclusively to the brothel of the liquor house, in fact, to collect the list of corrupt officials and officials in the DPRK?"

Ji Zheng discovered that even if he didn't mention a word, he would be caught up in the pace of thinking by Ming Ci, and he would even be three or four steps ahead of Ming Ci. On top of planning and strategy, the person in front of him may have an innate and irresistible talent.

Mingci paused for a while, and thought of something again, and his smile deepened: "If the minister is a saint, he will first issue an edict to reduce officials' salaries and strictly prohibit entry and exit from restaurants, pushing them to the extreme and making them have to increase their salaries. Embezzlement, misappropriation, and exploitation will reveal even greater flaws. Maybe there will be scoundrels who are aroused by rebellion, trying their best to spend more money in restaurants and in women's luxury clothes. superior…"

Pushing it to the extreme, increasing the power of embezzlement... Ji Zheng was horrified, the first to be sacrificed and mutilated would be the thousands of officials and civilians under the courtiers.

He raised his head and looked at Ming Ciyue in amazement, just in time to capture the instantaneous change in this man's expression.

Ming Ci Yue immediately restrained his laughter, even lowered his eyes, regained his gentleness, and said indifferently: "What do you think of the sage? This is the practice of the predecessors that I read from the history books, and I have never been able to understand..."

Sure enough, Ji Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, how could such a ruthless and efficient idea come from Ming Ciyue's brain.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw that Ming Ci Yue turned over and raised the cloak, as if to put it on himself, but turned around in the air and landed on Ji Zheng's back, with his The temples were completely covered together.

"Why..." Ji Zheng covered his mouth before he could finish his question.

"Please bear with me." Before Ming Ciyue finished speaking, Ji Zheng only heard a few high-pitched whistles coming from behind him, laughing and laughing.

The drunkards couldn't wait, and chased to the window again. I don't know who poked a hole in the window paper first, and a group of people were clamoring for a glimpse of the bridal chamber through the crack.

Ji Zheng was guarded in his arms by Ming Ci, covering his face so that no one could see it.

The smell of dead wood and pine branches after the snow came up again, and Ji Zheng didn't dare to move, so he could only let Ming Ciyue's breath invade his body wantonly.

"Sister-in-law, what kind of forbearance, the commander has endured for you for so many years, why don't you hurry up!"

"Look at what you said, is Wang Ye and Wang Fei the kind of person who is anxious?"

"Looking at this figure, the princess is so beautiful, I can endure this, can't my Highness not do it!"

"No wonder everyone's eyes were cold when I saw it before. It turned out that I had a heart for it."

Ming Ci Yue tightly protected the emperor's ears, so that the unrestricted **** of the people in the army would not be contaminated by the supreme people.

But Ji Zheng still heard it, and heard a sentence...

"The daughter-in-law I finally got, don't scare them away. Seriously, His Highness has been loyally guarding the frontier for the Sage, and finally someone can guard the family for him..."

Ji Zheng bit his lower lip sharply.

Ming Ciyue has been guarding the frontier for him.

But in exchange, he is a man, a prince who wants to retire, but it is impossible for him to be the one who guards the family for Ming Ci Yue...

And he also shamelessly occupies the magpie's nest, wearing the outer cloak that the princess should wear, enjoying the embrace of the princess, and occupying the cheers and excitement that the princess should get.

Ji Zheng slammed his head into the armor of Ming Ciyue's chest.

Ming Ci Yue's chest sank, cast doubtful eyes, and glanced at the soft little thing wrapped in a thick padded jacket and black hair and snow muscles on his chest. The emperor bit his lip, and the roots behind his ears were so red that they were about to drip blood.

The gentle smile on Ming Ciyue's face slowly fell, without looking out of the window, he copied a long arrow from the side, and threw it out from the gap in the window paper.

The arrow passed by everyone's ears, scratched someone's shoulder and neck, smashed the wine jar on the table outside, and stuck it firmly on the table.

A group of drunken hairs stood on end, and they immediately became silent, sobered up instantly, sobered up, and finally recalled the fear of being dominated by the frontier killing gods in those years.

They lined up silently to stay away, and one by one, following the rules of the previous military camp, they stood around the arrow and put up their horses.

Ming Ci Yue just wanted to remind the emperor that they were all gone, glanced at Sheng Shang's eyes, and instantly heard a murmur in his heart.

"If you make trouble in the bridal chamber, you dare to make trouble on my head! The emperor's bridal chamber dares to make trouble! Drag them out one by one for me to die!!"

Sizzle sizzle, or privately pull privately...? What means?

The more I understand the clear words, and I don't care, the words of the little emperor's heart will be so weird and fun from time to time. Besides, the previous sentence "the emperor's bridal chamber" was enough for him to hold it between his lips and teeth, chewing and savoring it for a long time.

The emperor's bridal chamber, the emperor's bridal chamber, the emperor also admitted that this is his bridal chamber...

Ji Zheng didn't know what could make Ming Ci become so ecstatic, and even smiled to himself.

This smile seemed to be contagious, and his mood improved slightly, as if he wanted to laugh, Ming Ci Yue was stunned.

"The emperor..."

The second half of the words choked into his throat, Ji Zhengkong opened his mouth, and his pupils suddenly enlarged as he passed over Ming Ci and over his shoulders.

Behind the uncle, a person was holding a slender sharp weapon and was about to drop it and slash at his right shoulder!

The figure of that person was reflected in the depths of Ji Zheng's clear and transparent pupils.

But he was stunned for a while, so stunned that he lost his voice, and desperately exclaimed in his heart, "On the right, turn back!" The words fell into his throat but he couldn't shout.

Done.

Just before he was so horrified that he closed his eyes tightly, Ji Zheng suddenly saw it.

Seeing Ming Ci Yue staring into his pupils, his expression was calm and composed, he didn't need to turn around at all, he directly raised his hand to catch the sharp weapon slashed from the right rear.

It was as if he was connected to his heart, and he predicted everything he was going to say.

The author has something to say: if the ending is a little bit like that, just put some sugar in the words.

After the uncle and emperor were together, they lived in Yanfu Palace most of the time. Zhengyue Palace was just an occasional vacation residence, because... the dragon bed in Yanfu Palace is stronger than mahogany beds, more resistant to construction, and not bad to play, hehehehehehe

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