The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Ji Zheng was facing the masked man in black and could see it clearly.

When the man realized that the person in Ming Ci Yue's arms was him, his face seemed to be stiff, and even his movements were obviously hesitant for a moment.

But Ming Ci won't stop because he stopped at all, and without giving him a chance to fight back, he turned his hand to break the sharp weapon, and stabbed the man's shoulder with the jagged thorns at the break!

The man reluctantly avoided, and took three or five steps back in embarrassment.

The disparity in strength was too great, Ming Ci caught up with each step, and the next stab went straight to the left chest cavity.

Ji Zheng stood on the spot, dazedly beside the battle. No, not a fight at all, it's almost a one-sided slaughter.

Ming Ci Yue was originally the long gun **** of war in the Western Desert, and the **** with a red shadow was the stunt of the Ming family, and this slender and unknown thing was even in line with his habit, and it was handy to use.

The neck socket, eye socket, abdomen, every blow goes straight to the soft part of the human body, merciless, sharp and cruel, the method can never be called bright and upright, it is just a prairie wolf with fierce eyes, dripping blood fangs.

Ji Zheng is just a sick child who has been lying in a modern civilized society for more than ten years. He has never seen a battlefield, and has never held anyone's life. He has never had the opportunity to touch such a simple and direct aesthetics of violence.

Moreover, the other party is still eloquent, and his gorgeous face is still indifferent, which is no different from the expression when he kneels and salutes in front of him every day, but his subordinates are venomous.

Such a contrast made Ji Zheng shuddered suddenly, so... the more the clear words on the battlefield are like this, and everyone on the battlefield is like this.

He once described that the more gentle and restrained Mingci was, the gentleman's sword that was in the scabbard, and now he felt at a loss that he was wrong.

The more you use Ming Ci, the more you use the sword, the more you use the sword. He has no scabbard for the sword, no tricks for the sword, and no room for the sword to maneuver in self-defense. As soon as you make a move, what you want is the life of the opponent.

Of course Ji Zheng is not sympathizing, but pity. He just instinctively began to fear this kind of absolute edge, but at the same time, a fire that had never been seen before quietly ignited in his heart. eager.

His blood surged uncontrollably, his heart beat faster, and he murmured in a low voice, "Uncle Huang...Is this you, Uncle Huang."

It was at this stall that Ming Ciyue's expression slackened for a moment, and when he fired the gun, he turned his eyes and turned his head in his direction.

After the masked man who was sitting on the ground and retreating repeatedly avoided the blow, his eyes followed the emperor, and he looked like a weak little emperor wrapped in a ball.

I don't know where the courage came from, despite the pain, this man suddenly missed the spike and got up, knocked over Ming Ciyue, and came straight towards Ji Zheng!

With no sharp weapon in his hand, he could only restrain the emperor's shoulders with strength alone, hold him in front of him, hold him back to the window, and said in a low voice, "This is the emperor! Don't..."

The word "movement" was taken a deep breath by him, and he swallowed it.

Before he could threaten Ming Ciyue, the stabbing pain in his left shoulder suddenly penetrated through the pores, and went straight to the depths of his brain along every tiny nerve.

Looking down, it was the "soft and powerless" little emperor. At this time, he used the strength of his whole body to lead him to the side of the sharp mahogany cabinet, and the two shoulders fell heavily on the sharp corner at the same time. superior.

It hurts, it really hurts.

He could also feel the emperor in his arms snorted and tensed his whole body.

"Be honest, are you crazy!" He growled anxiously, but he was not willing to let go of such a precious hostage.

"Be honest? Are you stupid when you think of me?" Rabbits will bite people in a hurry!

I don't know what factor in the blood was suddenly triggered. In the next moment, Ji Zheng didn't even think about it at all. He lowered his body with the person behind him, covered the man's head with his hand, and was facing the sharp corner. He tried his best to knock the masked man over there.

"Hey..." Someone took a deep breath.

It wasn't the man's voice, and there was no expected pain, someone put a hand on his head.

Ji Zheng slowly raised his head and opened his eyes, only to see Mingci arriving in time, using his shoulder blades to straddle between the two of them and the sharp corner of the cabinet.

The man's eyes were red and he took a breath, full of uncontrollable anger overflowing, "Are you crazy? Do you know what you have done, are you crazy?"

The fatal blow on the side of the head was fortunately blocked, and the masked man took the opportunity to roll on the ground and staggered to escape from the back window. But the people in the house ignored him at all, did not pursue him, and let him disappear and leave.

"Are you crazy? If I didn't arrive, do you know what would happen if I accidentally bumped into you just now?!"

"I'll die, I'll bleed, I'll never wake up again!"

Losing his identity and his title, this is the first time Ji Zheng has seen Ming Ciyue's expression, such tone, such... calling him "you".

Seeing Ming Ci leaning against the edge of the cabinet, his temples were soaked in cold sweat, his brows were wrinkled, his expression was painful, he couldn't get up for a while, staring at himself with lowered eyes, his eyes dark and dangerous.

What is it blaming him for? It seems that he really hit hard.

Ji Zheng was stared at by those eyes and felt a little guilty. He walked over slowly and wanted to help him up.

"You don't need to help the minister." Ming Ci turned sideways to dodge, and resumed his usual respectful and alienated tone, and he couldn't hear any emotions. "The minister is not qualified to blame the instructing sage."

Ji Zheng had never seen Ming Ciyue like this. Although he knew his mistake and regretted it, he still felt a little curious and amused.

I muttered in my heart, "Don't you want to have it?"

"I have no qualifications." Ming Ci Yue repeated it again. He turned away, unwilling to look at the sage, and moved his body a little further, and said indifferently, "the sage can't even take care of himself, so what can he help the minister."

Ji Zheng withdrew his hand and defended in a low voice: "I don't think that the villain is hateful. If Uncle Huang can subdue him, I can do it too, and I don't need to be always protected by you."

"What did the saint plan to use to subdue him, take his life?" Ming Ci turned back to his eyes after hearing the sound, "What's the point of fighting to the death for that minister?"

"Don't the sage know what is most precious to the sage, to the ministers, and to the world of Dayan?"

He sighed lightly, "It's the life of the saint..."

"So why not let the minister protect him?" Ming Ci hooked his lower lip mockingly, "Besides protecting the saint, what else can the minister do for the saint."

Ji Zheng suddenly thought of the words that the Empress Dowager warned him that day, "In the position of the emperor, it is still the most important thing to save one's life..."

The Son of Heaven, the value of the whole body is only this life. In the final analysis, it is just a title, a code name for the high above. Today it is him, tomorrow it can be that Yang Si, the leader of the entire Yan Dynasty, but also the puppet of the entire Yan Dynasty.

With a heavy heart, he asked for no reason: "Uncle Huang is so loyal to the Dragon Chair imperial power, will you protect him like this no matter who is the emperor or who is assassinated in this room today?"

Ming Ciyue seemed to be suddenly touched, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked up at him with a slightly strange color, as if thinking about this problem.

After a long while, his voice was hoarse: "I used to be a general, but now I am a prince. It is a natural duty to use my life to assist the imperial power, and I cannot quit."

really.

Ji Zheng's heart was as quiet as a pool of water.

"But the minister is so despicable and selfish, and there is only one person he wants to protect from beginning to end."

Ming Ci was dragging the wound on his shoulder, dripping with cold sweat, his silver teeth clenched tightly, and he slowly slid down to his knees along the vertical cabinet, landing on one knee, and in front of him was his Ji Zheng, his emperor.

"This minister is not a gentleman, these knees do not kneel on imperial power, nor do they kneel on the dragon chair." His voice, like a falling feather, floated in Ji Zheng's ears, very light, very light.

"Just kneel, my lord."

He clearly said Yue Yue, and he was willing to be a minister under the robe of the emperor for the rest of his life.

Ji Zheng was dumbfounded, pulled the corners of his mouth, turned his head away, the skin on the side of his ears turned from white to **** red, and then turned white again. Finally, Yu slowly opened his lips in silence.

"It's not that I don't know, the emperor has been looking at the throne."

As soon as these words came out, it was difficult to cover the water, and it was straight to the point that the emperor knew that the more he had the ambition to seize the throne.

He said it, and finally said it.

The more you can justify the clear words, what is there to justify? This is the fact, the inevitable relationship between them, and the ending written in black and white in the book.

Ji Zheng's whole body was trembling slightly. He didn't want to reply, he didn't dare to reply, he turned his sleeves back, and said in a hurry, "It's alright, alright, I'm tired..."

"The minister never looked at the dragon chair."

"What?" Ji Zheng's heart swayed, his attention was drawn to the past, and he subconsciously followed.

"I will always see the saint on the dragon chair." The more Ming Ci looked at him, the calmness in his eyes, hiding a piece of the sea under the moonlight, "That's all."

It's not the dragon chair, it's the sage?

Ji Zheng snorted and laughed bitterly, "You, how can you see me."

Ming Ciyue, the master of the story, Emperor Yanjing, who has made great achievements in the history of the Great Yan Kingdom, how can he not look at the dragon chair? !

"Take it back." He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pushed the shoulder of the person in front of him, "I think I have never heard this."

Ji Zheng's wrist was instantly clenched by someone, and he only heard the man say in a hoarse voice, "This minister has changed his mind, it hurts too much, please do me a favor.

what are you busy with?

The more Mingci bowed his head and was speechless, he slowly moved down with the emperor's hand, groped to reach his waist, untied the tight belt, the two pieces of clothes were scattered instantly, he shook slightly, one side The fabric slid down his shoulders.

The thin middle coat was wrapped around the skin and exposed to the air, and he took the emperor to lift the white shirt from the neck again. After removing this layer, all that remains is the skin, which is not smooth and delicate, but full of dark scars.

I felt the silent trembling of the thin wrist in my hand and struggled.

The more Ming Ci no longer insisted, he slowly let go, and said in a low voice, "This minister's broken body, the Holy One doesn't want to see it..."

Ji Zheng's throat rolled gently, "I didn't mean that."

"Sacred..." Ming Ci swallowed his saliva more, lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, "Chen, it hurts."

The sound was like a cat's paw, scratching on his eardrums. He lowered his head and stared blankly at the body that was kneeling in front of his legs. It was clearly tall and straight as a pine, and contained the power of a sharp edge, yet he succumbed to himself and snuggled up to himself, like a wounded and low-pitched beast.

The Western Xinjiang God of War, who kills without blinking an eye, said he was in pain.

The more Mingci said, the more painful he was.

Ji Zheng's hand couldn't be moved at once, he resisted the trembling, and fit the bare skin of Ming Ci Yue's shoulders and neck, without the obstruction of clothing, so he touched those scars inch by inch, those he guarded for the emperor. The frontier, leaving behind every shocking notch.

Ming Ci Yue took his hand, led him, and slowly moved to his thin shoulders, abruptly above some strange bones.

Ji Zheng frowned when he touched it, took a deep breath, and hurriedly pressed and groped, he knew, he knew.

In order to protect himself from the collision just now, Ming Ciyue dislocated half of his arm abruptly, but he still endured the pain for so long.

Mingci frowned more and more impatiently, without saying a word, letting the emperor test on his shoulder, cold sweat had wet his entire back.

"You have to call someone!" Ji Zheng wanted to go out, but Mingci grabbed her sleeves.

"No." He shook his head slowly, "No, the Holy One, the person who just executed the assassination is probably still in the crowd, so don't be alarmed."

"The minister will set his bones, but he just needs the help of the saint." The more tightly Ming Ci held the right hand of the emperor, each of the fingers was closely connected with him, and the ten fingers were intertwined and wrapped around his shoulder.

"No, I'm afraid, I'm afraid of you, I'm afraid..." I'm afraid of hurting you.

Ji Zheng was extremely flustered, his palms were sweating coldly, his eyes were looking around, but he couldn't look directly at the white porcelain texture that had been hurt for him time and time again.

"Sacred Lord?" Ming Ci called him more and more, looked up at him from the bottom up, his beautiful eyebrows wrinkled, and his voice was hoarse, "Look at the minister, help the minister, the minister is willing, don't blame the saint."

Ji Zheng said silently: "I know..." It's all my fault.

The more Ming Ci was like this, the more guilt he had accumulated in his heart for a long time devoured him.

How can the protagonist make the future Emperor Dayan suffer so much for himself!

"Could I say something to the sage to distract my attention?"

Ji Zheng murmured vaguely: "Just say it, I don't care." He also slowly knelt down to support Ming Ciyue.

"Really?" Tai Yin seemed to be smiling.

He only listened to the man's voice in his arms, and said softly: "That minister... I really want to hurt the saint."

"what?"

At that moment, he only felt that his hand was forced to tighten, and when he pulled it upward, Ming Ci Yue made a terrible continuous creaking sound that was squeezed and corrected, as if the gears of a machine were slowly grinding down, and it seemed like a The sharp blade scraped inch by inch on Ji Zheng's bone.

It hurts, he also hurts so much, and his heart suddenly shrunk.

Ming Ci groaned more and more, his entire face was pale and colorless, as if his whole body had been taken away from him, and he couldn't kneel anymore, like a bunch of rushes, swaying down onto Ji Zheng's shoulders.

Ji Zheng had to catch him quickly, and without a word, put the clothes back on his shoulders for him. His heart was attached to his right chest, and his heartbeat was very fast.

Ji Zheng had never seen such an uncle, thin, weak, so weak that he needed to be held tightly in his arms.

"It's all the sages who don't hesitate to die, so the minister has to give up his life to stop it." Ming Ci said indifferently, "If the sage doesn't hesitate to die next time, then the minister should not take this life."

Ji Zheng was speechless, so he could only hug Ming Ci Yue tightly in response, and stroked his back to show comfort.

Ming Ciyue's head hung weakly on his shoulders, and every wisp of warm breath blew through his temples and drilled straight into his ears.

"Your Highness... it hurts the minister."

The author has something to say: Uncle Huang: This is the injury suffered by the minister.

The emperor: uh uuu, I was wrong

Uncle Huang: This is the heart that the minister hurts for the saint

The emperor: uh uuuu, I dare not

Uncle Huang: So...the minister wants a reward.

The Emperor: Mmmmmm, I'll give it to you.

Uncle: The sage should also let the minister hurt once.

Emperor: Hmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ? ? !

When the emperor was not in Mingci, there were thirty masked men with one hand, and no anesthesia was used to fix the bones.

After reading the comments, you guys are really wrong (with Ca.R take me one hehehe

Sorry, sorry, I just finished writing it at the hotel. I was on my way to catch a flight last night and I was on my way again during the day. I was so tired that I forgot to ask for leave. I saw someone waiting. I am really sorry. Find time to make up for what you owe)

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