The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

All the man's weight was on Ji Zheng's left shoulder and chest.

The more Ming Ci is practicing martial arts, he looks thin, but the weight is not light. Ji Zheng is a little uncomfortable under his pressure, and his breathing is not smooth, but then he thinks that the weaker and weaker Ming Ci is because of his own self-inflicted attack. Feeling even more guilty, he didn't dare to move, for fear of accidentally touching this person's wound.

Be a gentleman who loves talented people for a while, he thought.

"It's all hurt like this, did I give you the Golden Kui Zhuanggu ointment used by me in the palace?" Ji Zheng asked tentatively.

"Don't." Ming Ci became more and more withered.

This time, the words did not follow the etiquette, but they were more honest.

The heat crossed his auricle again, and it tickled.

This touch is as if his ear beads are wrapped in warmth in every dream.

Ji Zheng's body instantly stiffened a bit, and just as he was about to turn his head away from the breath, the sentence "This minister is incapacitated and ruined, the saint doesn't want to see it" reappeared in his heart. Pathetic.

He gritted his teeth sharply, and abruptly twisted his head back inch by inch.

My own uncle, what else can I do, bear it!

Ming Ci glanced over from the corner of his eye, and found that the emperor's small face was wrinkled into a ball, and he was pressed into a look of grievance and helplessness. The moment he met the emperor's gaze slightly, he immediately retracted his gaze and buried his head deeper and deeper in the emperor's shoulder. Buried together with the arc that the corner of his mouth could not hide.

This time, the slender back of the neck was exposed to Ji Zheng's eyes.

Indecent disregard! But this wasn't what he wanted to see on purpose...

Ji Zheng's eyes drifted unconsciously into the placket of the back of his neck, and unsuspectingly touched most of his back, with smooth texture lines and a slightly pale complexion.

He suddenly understood what "defective body" meant.

On the entire back, terrifying scars twisted and twisted like a snake, spreading all over, almost forming a strange and monstrous pattern. There are many scars directly under the left ribs, dangerous and terrifying.

Ji Zheng swallowed his saliva silently, lowered his eyes, and placed his hand on Ming Ci Yue's back more carefully.

A slightly offensive doubt flashed in his mind, but it's okay to be injured like this, why is one dislocated...

He pretended to be joking and asked, "Uncle Huang is very skilled in martial arts and has extraordinary physical strength. Can't a dislocation be picked up easily and the knife can be drawn in the next second?"

Ming Ci Yue: "The sage is talking about a legend, not a minister."

Ji Zheng: "…"

"Then I will pass on the imperial doctor to you?"

"No need."

"Then I'll give you a guard?"

"No need."

Ji Zheng gritted his teeth and made his last move: "Then don't live outside, move back to the palace?"

"Well..." Just when he thought that the more he wanted to agree with Mingci, he only heard one sentence, "No."

"No?" Ji Zheng was slightly stunned, "Why not? I thought you always wanted to go back to the palace to accompany you..."

"This minister is only a guard, and can only protect the saint. Right now, his body is disabled and he is a crippled person. What can he do when he enters the palace..."

Ming Ciyue's voice was indifferent, but every sentence followed Ji Zheng's ear and poked into his heart.

Ji Zheng: …

How can you be so inferior? Uncle Huang is mentally ill...

How long has he been through, the book is full of both civil and military skills, and the protagonist of Guo Shi Wushuang has been tossed by him to the point of self-denial, physically and mentally disabled...

Ji Zheng suddenly remembered the last few days of his previous life. He couldn't move his whole body, and his mood was gloomy.

No, uncle won't do that. With him around, Uncle Huang would not be like that.

"Uncle, don't say more." Ji Zheng's voice was hoarse, "Even if Uncle's physical strength does not recover well, and he is not my escort, he can still be a confidant, a peerless countryman, a minister overseeing the country, and..." Prince Regent .

"Really?" The man whispered after a while.

"No joke."

The better Ming Ci seemed to lift some spirits slightly, straightened his upper body, and took the sharp object that was broken in half on the ground, "Can the sage recognize this?"

"Arrow? Gun?" Ji Zheng wasn't sure.

"It's a flying fire. The top is not sharp enough, and it's clumsy and inconvenient. It's because it's not used for melee combat. It carries a fire medicine ball underneath, which can be used for long-range ignition."

"Gunpowder, didn't I originally want to fight close-quarters, I just wanted to set fire to the whole house, the entire palace." Ji Zheng's voice became cold, "Dayan is strictly forbidden to hide gunpowder privately, and the person who has the imperial token is responsible for managing the gunpowder. A few officials will definitely not be stupid enough to use **** to assassinate me."

"This person must also know my itinerary and came here from the palace." He suddenly became a little low, "Fortunately, every assassination has the emperor's uncle on the side..." And every time the emperor is involved in danger middle.

The more helpless Ming Ci was on his right shoulder, he lowered his head and glanced at the sage, and said softly: "Why isn't every time a minister is assassinated, luckily the sage is by his side?"

Ji Zheng was late for a long time before he realized this sentence. In the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, he was forced into a cold sweat, and he suddenly thought of it. After seeing him, he was obviously slow and hesitated, as if he wanted to evacuate.

The real target may be the original lady of the West Desert, Princess Jing.

"What do you mean by that?"

The more Mingci did not answer, he only said: "This man's arm is also injured, maybe he is in the crowd outside, he can't be rounded up and disturbed, and he can't let it go. The Holy One has to pretend that nothing happened and go out..."

Ji Zheng pushed open the door and walked out, Ming Ciyue put his hands behind his back, covered with a heavy cloak, which completely concealed his figure, neither too far nor too close.

There were already a few guest attendants outside who heard the sound of fighting in the house, and gathered over, but because King Jing and the Sage were both in the house, they didn't dare to rush into the house abruptly, so they all rushed over.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness... just now in the house?" General Xuan asked aloud.

"It's nothing." Ji Zheng went over and patted his left shoulder, "The princess is a Western Deserter and she has a strong temperament. She resisted desperately in the couch, but fortunately the uncle subdued her..."

General Xuan was stunned, this uniform is not the kind of couch uniform he thought.

"...Subdued?" General Xuan hesitated, "What is the Holy Spirit doing inside?"

Ji Zheng's face was not blushing and his heart was not beating, and he said lazily, "Of course he was watching the uncle subdue the aunt."

There were several old prime ministers on the spot who couldn't bear it any longer, the old face flushed red, and the look in the eyes of the little emperor was like hating iron. One by one, they turned their backs and coughed softly, thinking in their hearts of benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, trustworthiness, kindness, respect, and thrift.

There was another rough guy from the army who had just opened the window, a little more daring, came over and asked, "Sir, what does the princess look like? The ministers looked at the window and looked thin and small, and it didn't look like she was disobedient in the couch. "

Ji Zheng stabbed him with an eye knife and slapped him on the shoulder, his face flushed red, unable to hold back a word for a long time.

Ming Ci Yue coughed a few times behind him.

Ji Zheng snapped back to his senses, gritted his teeth, and squeezed word by word from between his teeth, "The princess has a beautiful appearance in the world, a strong and strong body, and the spirit of pulling mountains and rivers powerfully. She is not what you call a skinny person."

The man was stunned.

The sage learned this poetry and calligraphy, pulling mountains and rivers... Could this mother be a woman?

"The princess is really hoarse and shy and afraid of life, so she doesn't want to go out to see guests?" the man asked again tentatively.

"Well, I will testify that the princess is indeed ashamed, ashamed..." Ji Zheng's ears were red, and his eyes were dodging and wandering.

There was silence all over the place, all looking up at him, Dayan's ninety-five supreme, listening to the sage finish his words.

But no one knew that the saint was the princess who "pulled mountains and rivers hard and was shy and afraid of life". Except for the man behind him, the silent, fiery gaze behind him.

Ji Zheng changed his words instantly, "Princess is so embarrassed because she doesn't like the standard enough. So when her voice improves, I will reward my uncle and aunt for a grand state banquet. Inside the door, it will be held on the top of Dan Chi, with the dawn of the sky, and with the bright blue sky." He turned his head to look at Ming Ciyue, his voice was frivolous, and he asked harshly, "Uncle Huang, what do you think?"

Mingci bowed and saluted without saying a word, not knowing whether to accept or decline.

Everyone was afraid to answer. This royal wedding banquet was actually very similar to the "white crown" before. In their eyes, it was impossible to give something to a prince. King Jing did not dare to accept it when he promised it in public. of. It's nothing more than to provoke and satirize King Jing's ambition to seize the throne.

More and more people heard that the saint was also coming to the housewarming banquet, and they all gathered over to bow and bow.

Ji Zheng's face was stern, and he silently walked along the road that the crowd gave him. He put his hand on everyone's left shoulder and patted them one by one, observing their expressions by the way.

Everyone was frightened and trembling slightly, but they were all normal fear of imperial power. It was hard to believe that the little emperor who had violently slammed things down the altar, walked into the crowd, and patted everyone on the shoulder.

No one had a different reaction, like... a shiver of excruciating pain.

At the end of the line, before he could find it, Ji Zheng was a little anxious, when he suddenly saw a high bulge in the team, which was very obvious.

It was the Marquis of Wu'an, Gu Shang, and his eldest son, Gu Congtian, and the third son, Gu Congyun. Gu Congyun was still wearing the large cloak given by the emperor.

The Marquis of Wu'an also has a royal token for management.

"When you meet the emperor, why don't you kneel?" Ji Zheng frowned.

The Marquis of Wu'an had no intention of rebelling, and he raised his voice to the sage of Wan'an, and then knelt down with his two sons, "Excuse me, the empress dowager has ordered the emperor to set up the Marquis of Wu'an mansion tonight, so the minister cannot Leave the sage in the Zhengyue Mansion."

The crowd was dumbfounded.

"I won't go." Ji Zheng didn't think about it, and said coldly, "Are you the Marquis of Wu'an of the Empress Dowager, or the Marquis of Wu'an."

It is one thing to indulge the empress dowager behind her back, but it is another thing to be kidnapped by the Marquis of Wuan from King Jing's banquet in public. It is not obvious that the Dayan Dynasty of the emperor has been grasped by an old woman in the palm of his hand.

The Marquis of Wu'an was not afraid, but smiled, "The minister is naturally the Marquis of Wu'an of the Dayan Dynasty." Whoever holds the power of the Dayan Dynasty is the Marquis of Wu'an.

"I know that the emperor and King Jing's uncle and nephew are deeply in love, and I want to talk more about the family during the banquet." The Marquis of Wu'an rolled his eyes, "It doesn't matter, the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion is next door, and I have set up a banquet in the humble house, Let the old man be the host, and invite everyone to accompany King Jing, the emperor, to be a guest at the mansion to celebrate the day of King Jing's housewarming."

Human essence, this is the real human essence, neither the empress dowager nor the emperor will offend.

Ji Zheng gave him a deep look, noncommittal, and patted his shoulder tentatively, no difference.

The crowd was naturally the Son of Heaven and King Jing, where they were going. There was no objection, and they all stood up together and set off towards the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion not far away.

Only Gu Congyun stood outside the crowd, looking at the emperor, King Jing, who was surrounded by the crowd.

King Jing's body is covered with a luxurious and beautiful black velvet cloak. The cloak is embroidered with delicate branches with red silk threads. The shoulder and neck line and the size of the cloak are perfectly matched.

The cloak style is very familiar.

Gu Congyun didn't say a word, just silently looked at the backs of the two of them, watching King Jing casually following behind the emperor, but in fact carefully separated the saint from the crowd with his arms.

No one can get close to the Son of Heaven.

As if aware of his gaze, King Jing turned around and looked at him with a frown. After a while, he stretched his brows again, and provocatively drew the emperor closer to him and turned his head.

It was at that moment that Gu Congyun recognized the cloak so familiar.

He slammed the overly wide cloak on his body to the ground, and turned away expressionlessly.

The author has something to say: Gu Congyun: How can I wear Pinru's clothes! !

This chapter has gone through a bit of the plot, I know you want to watch Pu.dao, let me give you a preview, maybe maybe maybe maybe maybe the next chapter... In the house of Gu Congyun in the Marquis of Wu'an's house, doing things in the lover's house hehehe

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