The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Ji Zheng was led into the gate of the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion. The facade looked unremarkable, but the inside really made him, a person who was used to staying in the palace, scratched his tongue slightly. It is a set of rooms, built on top of each other, built next to the water, and connected by countless corridors and pavilions.

Different from the simple luxury of the palace, there is a layer of poetry, calligraphy and painting here. It is like moving the gardens of the Jiangnan water town into this rough capital built in the north.

There is only one thing, the layout is unsatisfactory, and it looks too empty.

Ji Zheng didn't think much about it, and pointed to an open space beside the curtain door, "If I were you, I would definitely put two large porcelain vases of rich and precious flowers here, so that it will look bright and spacious."

As soon as the Marquis of Wu'an opened his mouth, his eldest son Gu Congtian hurriedly snatched it away, "Go back to the sage, this yard is the reward of my father's meritorious service for the late emperor. It was not built by us. There is no vase, no..." Gu Cong Tian's words for "money" were just half-posted when the Marquis of Wu'an slapped him on the back with a slap and fell silent.

"No?" Ji Zheng was dumbfounded and glanced at Gu Congyun, who stood by with pursed lips and said nothing. No wonder Gu Congyun was so happy when he just rewarded a piece of clothing before. It turned out that he was also a poor little man in the middle of the family.

"It doesn't matter, I will reward you and ask Third Young Master Gu to go to the palace with me to pick a few." After saying this, he went to look at Gu Congyun, but found that the man turned his head silently with a flat mouth.

"Your Majesty, let's take back the reward." Ming Ciyue opened his mouth abruptly behind him, and said leisurely, "When the late emperor was there, he established the rule that no merit will be awarded. The vase breaks the rules, and they will keep in mind the goodness of the Holy Master to the Gu family."

The Marquis of Wu'an hurriedly bowed his head, took a deep look at Ming Ci, and said, "What King Jing said is very true, and I ask the sage to take it back."

Ji Zheng raised his eyebrows in displeasure, "Dare to love that all members of the court are clean and honest, but I am extravagant and extravagant?" Before he could finish his words, there was a chaotic sound of fighting outside the gate. It was dim and could not see clearly, only a few figures in commoner clothes were dragged out by the servants of the Hou residence.

A few monophonic sounds popped out during the struggle, and Ji Zheng listened to it, "...God emperor, vertical..."

Oh, this Dayan really counts him as extravagant...

Ji Zheng was speechless. He didn't know how much the original owner had tormented the people, and it was inconvenient for him to change his mind and make up for it on a large scale.

Although I knew that these words were given to the original owner, my heart sank suddenly.

"Sir, don't listen for now." Ming Ci gently protected his ears, "Do you need ministers to bring them for questioning?"

The Marquis of Wu'an immediately said: "How can these people be brought before the holy drive when they collide with the holy drive?"

Ming Ci Yue turned a deaf ear to his words, and only looked at the little emperor gestured.

"Should be executed according to the law..." The little emperor looked at the Marquis of Wu'an, smiled thoughtfully, and then said: "I want to tell them that life is better than death. This kind of person is a real poor ghost and a fake high-ranking person, so he will be locked up for a few days. , and then throw gold and silver at them, I want to see how hard their bones will be." He lightly touched Ming Ciyue's sleeve, and Ming Ci Yue immediately followed suit.

But until the banquet started, Ji Zheng was still a little bit uninterested, sitting casually on the upper seat, playing with the spoon at will.

The banquet was held in the courtyard in the open air. The banquet was not as lively as Zheng Yue's mansion. The old ministries of Ming Ci Yue wilted here one by one. There were no songs and dances to add to the fun. All they put were some clear soup and little water. Only some fish, meat, wine, and water were given to the emperor before the throne. Even the old and young of the Marquis of Wu'an family ate extremely blandly.

First, the Marquis of Wu'an was really poor, and secondly, it seemed that he was sincere in receiving the emperor.

As for how much of a show is there... Ji Zheng squinted and looked down, wondering if this Marquis of Wu'an didn't care if he would be seen through, or if the original owner left a stupid impression on Marquis of Wu'an.

Under the dark moonlit wall in the distance, a carriage passed silently. If he hadn't seen a missing piece of tree shadow on the ground, Ji Zheng would have hardly noticed it.

"Wait." The voice was not loud, but it was definitely enough to reach the base of the wall, but the carriage seemed to speed up its speed upon hearing the sound.

"Stop the carriage." Ji Zheng emphasized his tone. This time, Gu Cong Yunming left the seat almost at the same time. Forced to stop.

One held the reins, the other entangled the horse's legs, one went to the left, and the other went to the right. Everyone wanted to lead the beast to the saint, but when they pulled from left to right, the horse neighed in horror and stopped in place. .

With a clatter, the soup in front of Gu Congtian was spilled on the ground, and he staggered up and hurried towards the carriage.

"What is this carriage for?" Ji Zheng hugged the baby deer, and walked over slowly from the seat, "So many... wooden barrels?"

Wooden barrels, indeed wooden barrels, high and low, wooden barrels of different sizes are filled with this horse-drawn rear tanker, and each one seems to be full and heavy.

"Go back to the Holy One, this is a fine wine made from an ancestral secret recipe. It's not completely made yet, I'm afraid..." Gu Congtian opened his mouth first, and pointedly looked at the guest attendants who were following Ji Zheng.

The implication is that this is a fine wine whose recipe is not rumored, and it cannot be leaked by so many people during production.

"What kind of recipe can't even Zhen know?" Ji Zheng smiled fakely, but his eyes became colder and colder. This Gu's father's son is almost the opposite of the third son. All of Gu Congyun's calmness and ease became timid when he came to Gu Congtian. Cowardly, nothing can be done, but such a person will inherit the title of Marquis of Wu'an in the future.

"Just show me a closer look." This is a step back and compromise, and it is also a request of the emperor, and this person is not allowed to put the blame on.

After speaking, this person could not help but stop him again, and he directly approached it. Whether it was gunpowder or good wine, you could tell by smelling it.

Ji Zheng approached slowly, took a deep breath, was stunned, and took another breath... Forgot, the cold nose blocked, he couldn't smell anything at all.

"Your Majesty, is this wine fragrant?" The foolish eldest son of the Hou Ye family asked timidly.

Ji Zheng gritted his teeth and glanced at Gu Congyun next to the horse. It was his mistake, probably the wine.

"Xiang..." As soon as he finished speaking, the precious deer in his arms jumped down, and after trembling to hide his robe, Ji Zheng's eyelids jumped, and he immediately turned his mouth, "Why don't you give me a seal? One bite."

"This..." Gu Congtian hesitated, his eyes wandering around, but Gu Congyun opened the lid of the wine jar with a sword, "Can't you hear it, the sage said to try it."

The wine was really wine, it was full of liquid, and there was no expected powder of gunpowder. Ji Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he wanted to tell Gu Congyun not to pour it, he saw that the man poured a glass and handed it to him. He turned his hand and gave it to Gu Congtian again, "Brother, try it for the emperor first."

Ji Zheng looked at Gu Congyun in surprise. He only knew that Gu Congyun was the prince's companion, and he grew up close to him since he was a child. Gu Congyun's words and deeds made it clear that he and the emperor were brothers.

He looked at Gu Congyun and couldn't help but appreciate a few more.

Ming Ci glanced more and more, but said nothing.

Then Gu Congtian took the wine glass, raised his head and drank it with trembling hands, half of the wine entered his mouth, and the other half dripped down his neck along his neck.

All right, okay.

Just when Ji Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and turned to go back to his seat, he heard the sound of wine slamming into the glass, "Today is His Royal Highness King Jing's housewarming banquet, and he will meet His Highness on horseback that day. It’s a very close relationship, and today I borrow wine to offer Buddha, this cup is…”

The mouth of the cup floated gently over Gu Congyun's cuff, and he respectfully held it up high and went straight to Ming Ci Yue.

Ming Ci Yue took the wine glass, and also inadvertently passed it on the inside of his long sleeves, turned around and handed it to Gu Congyun, "Thank you young master for your kindness, it's just that the Holy One is here, and this king still guards him. Body, inconvenient to drink."

Gu Congyun pushed again: "Why not a cup, my brother has already tried it. Could it be that King Jing doesn't believe the sincerity of my Marquis of Wu'an Mansion, and wants to imply that this wine is poisonous?"

Ming Ci said more and more words: "In the coming days, Drunk Moon Tower will have a drunk party to rest."

Ji Zheng stood on the spot, oh, good guy, the protagonist Gong Shou pushed the cup in front of him for a change.

He had never seen Ming Ci Yue's expression so rich in front of him, and he had never seen Gu Congyun so humble and polite in front of him.

It's really love at first sight.

Under the bright moonlight, one wears white clothes and the other wears a black cloak. Although there are differences in identities, age differences, and many obstacles from the emperor's cannon fodder, the two still find an opportunity to express their mutual admiration through wine glasses. , the pain of lovesickness, and the great truth of Acura's beautiful love for the working people.

The lack of light wine reflects more than the two young talents of Dayan, who are clearly two pairs of affectionate eyes blocked by the evil feudal society.

This dog's blood is ancient and beautiful!

Ji Zheng has just accepted the position of one person as his loyal guard and the other as his caring younger brother. Right now, there is always a feeling of being betrayed by both parties.

He suddenly remembered the words of Ming Ciyue, "There is no border, and there is no way to get married."

It was promised to him by Ming Ci Yue himself, the borders are uncertain, and there is no way to get married.

Ji Zheng suddenly had a sense of urging the protagonist to study hard and not fall in love early. He took a few steps forward to grab the cup, and while Ming Ciyue and Gu Congyun were stunned at the same time, he raised his head and drank it.

"Holy!" The two of them almost said in unison.

"What's wrong?" Ji Zheng raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Why is Young Master Gu so flustered? Could it be this wine..." Ming Ci's voice sank.

"Hugh, if you want to make a fool of yourself, didn't your Highness also shout out?" Gu Congyun asked in a loud voice, not caring about his status.

Ji Zheng's throat was itchy. He was choked by the wine. After standing outside for a long time, the wind chill was vague and tended to aggravate. He wanted to sneeze, but he was afraid of hurting Longwei, so he kept inhaling backwards.

Ming Ci Yue ignored Gu Congyun, and only turned to face the little emperor, "The sage is incapable of drinking, so let me bring the sage back to Zheng Yue's mansion first."

He knelt down a little restlessly, wanting to look into the eyes of the little emperor from the bottom, with a volume that only two people could hear, "Sir, look at this minister."

Lord, look at the minister, let the minister listen again...

The little emperor didn't even give him half a look.

"Uncle Huang, you told me that your Zhengyue Mansion can live in people, and have you taken care of it?" This time it wasn't like a joke, the emperor's voice sounded a little angry, "I put everything I gave you. That ashes, really want to tell the world that I hate my only uncle!"

The people around the Marquis of Wu'an snickered when they heard the sound.

The more Mingci didn't care, he raised his head slightly and looked up, as if under the moonlight, the emperor's cheeks, which were lined with thick fur collars, were slightly red. or…

He wanted to reach out and touch it, but the current situation was naturally impossible.

Gu Congyun's voice sounded a lot lighter: "The Sage can come to my house to rest, the Sage went to that room when he was a child."

The emperor sneered: "Today is King Jing's housewarming banquet, your house is the best, why don't you leave King Jing to rest?" Gu Congyun's face changed instantly, hesitating, but he heard the childish voice of the emperor emphasized, "This is It's holy decree."

The Marquis of Wu'an immediately agreed with the suggestion that the sage should live in the main hall of the main hall. Ji Zheng was noncommittal.

"Your Majesty, there is danger outside the palace." Ming Ci was kneeling on the frosted ground, and in a hurry, he grabbed the corner of the emperor's robe rudely, lowered his head, and lowered his voice, "I can still protect you. Night watch."

Humble, helpless, almost every subtle movement of the whole body is telling prayers.

The emperor didn't say a word, and silently pinched his dislocated shoulder. Ming Ci Yue only felt that the corner of the robe slipped away from his palm little by little, and then there was only air left in his grip.

The audience dispersed in a short while, and with a sarcastic voice that was almost squeezed out of the teeth, he said, "His Royal Highness, it's only the two of us left, the destiny is hard to break, please?"

The maid of the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion held the lantern in front of her, and took Ji Zheng around the huge Marquis of Marquis of Wu'an Mansion several times.

But the more he walked, the more obvious the itch in the depths of his throat, Ji Zheng had to pull the animal fur collar with his hands one after another, trying to relieve the hot itch in his neck.

No matter in past life or present life, today is Ji Zheng's first time drinking.

It was a hot current that slid through the throat, passed through the stomach, and flowed straight down the lower abdomen, where it gathered and circled for a long time and refused to dissipate. It was freezing cold outside, and with the layers of thick cotton-padded clothes wrapped around him, he seemed to step into the sauna with one foot and stand in the snow with the other.

Ice and Fire.

The maid was still introducing, and Ji Zheng had to interrupt her, "Dare to ask where the third son of Gu's courtyard is?"

The maid hurriedly bowed to bow and asked: "The third son said, let the Holy Master stay in the main house for a while, he will come to you later."

Ji Zheng waved his hand, "I'm looking for King Jing." How dare he be seen by others with his embarrassed appearance.

"This..." The maid Wei Wei Nuonuo insisted that she didn't know, "This newly married Yan Er, King Jing may have returned to Zheng Yue Mansion to spend the night with the princess."

These days, which woman in the capital is not chanting the love story between King Jing and Princess Ximo every day, both happy and sad.

Princess, another princess! Zheng Yue's mansion has neither a princess nor a bed. What is Ming Ciyue doing when he returns to his mansion, raising his head to look at the bright moon?

Ji Zheng scratched his fur collar impatiently, approached the maid and asked, "Do you know who the Princess Jing you are talking about is who he is?"

The maid shook her head.

Ji Zheng just wanted to make up a nonsense to scare her, "I know..." Before he finished speaking, the baby deer in his arms moved like a rabbit, slammed into his belly, threw his hooves and ran straight in one direction.

Ji Zheng didn't have time to call out the pain, and there was still a red rope tied around his wrist to the movable rope loop between the baby's neck.

Only the maid was left to stand alone and digest silently, and with a bang, the red lantern fell to the ground, extinguishing the light.

- Princess Jing, do you know who he is?

-I.

Is Princess Jing the emperor of the dynasty? ! Prince and King? ! Uncle and nephew? ! Male and male? !

Gu Congyun placed Ming Ci Yue after his courtyard, and added a lot of guards at the entrance of the courtyard, eliminating any possibility of Ming Ci running away, and his heart relaxed a little.

The more you keep Ming Ci in your own house, the better.

Gu Congyun did add a shady medicine to the wine just now, but he just couldn't see that the more Mingci pretended to be a saint and a gentleman in front of the emperor, he just wanted Mingci to be embarrassed in front of the emperor and reveal his true form.

At the same time, he is also convinced that the less likely it is for Ming Ci to take the initiative to touch the little emperor, this person will be reluctant.

However, Ming Ci's more likely to have added some nasty medicine, which is even more unclear.

Therefore, Gu Congyun was in a hurry to accompany the little emperor. When he needed someone to save him the most, a person appeared in front of him and acted as a light on the saint.

"Your Highness?!" Gu Congyun walked to the gate of the courtyard, only to see a dexterous, thin object like lightning flashing across the courtyard, heading straight into the courtyard, behind the long rope was the little emperor who stumbled and barely kept up.

"Are you okay?" Gu Congyun asked in a very considerate and soft voice, "I can..." I can do whatever you want, let you vent the fire.

But the emperor didn't notice him outside the courtyard at all, and followed the deer into the courtyard. The attendants on both sides did not dare to stop him. The order they originally received was to prevent King Jing from coming out, not to prevent the emperor from entering.

King Jing heard the sound and opened the door, looked at the emperor, then looked at Gu Congyun in the distance, nodded slightly at him, and for a moment, there seemed to be a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Gu Congyun understood what Ming Ci was saying.

He was saying that no matter what went wrong, no matter how far apart, the emperor would only chase him, and there would be no second choice.

Dayan's third-generation monarch, Emperor Yan He, Ji Chaoming was the emperor, and the three thousand weak waters only took a scoop of drink.

There was no room for the second person in his eyes.

It was freezing cold, and the falling frost on the ground melted and knotted, knotted and melted, as if Gu Congyun was frozen in place, watching the two of them get together intimately in his courtyard.

Today's night is long and cold, and there is only one bed in the house...

Even if he knew what would happen, what qualifications did he have to stop him? After all, he was not the one chosen by the Son of Heaven.

He watched Ming Ci put on a cloak for the emperor who was squatting on the ground, and if he looked back at himself, it was the look that only a victor would have.

Ji Zheng gasped slightly, looked up and asked Ming Ciyue: "What are you looking at?"

The more Mingci heard the sound, he looked back, "Your Majesty, the weather is cold, and the third son of Gu doesn't seem to have a place to live."

"What do you care about so many people!" Ji Zheng got angry when he heard him mention the protagonist's suffering, "The main house is so big, didn't I give it to him?"

"The Holy One is merciful." Ming Ci praised in a low voice.

Running down like crazy, beads of sweat protruded slightly from under the fleece cap along the temples, and the itch on the neck became more and more obvious.

Ji Zheng could only squat on the ground and did not dare to get up. The feeling of distention in his lower abdomen became more and more obvious, and the more Ming Ci stood behind him, never leaving...

The fierce deer was right in front of him, constantly nibbling at a kind of leaf, it traveled thousands of miles, I am afraid it smelled the aroma of this thing. Ji Zheng recognized that it was the tender sprout of his son's favorite Huzhizi. Huzhizi grew in the bushes in the paddock. Usually, he could only send people to pick them every three places. in there?

After the deer finished eating, he turned his head to rub against Ji Zheng again, making a "baabaa" sound from time to time.

"Son, you are a deer, not a sheep!" Ji Zheng licked it.

Ming Ciyue whispered behind him: "The buck's cry, I'm afraid he is courting..."

Hair. Love, courtship.

Ji Zheng could understand each word separately, but when put together, it made him blushing in a daze, and in love, no need to blame this beast for being a hooligan on the spot, he, a living human, is not like that...

Behind him, he clearly has his own bodyguards, uncles, and courtiers, but he is not as good as such a beast!

Ji Zheng was like a stove in this icy world, squatting on the spot, motionless, even if his legs were sore and numb, he would not stand up.

"Do I need the minister to hold you up?" Ming Ciyue's voice came from behind him to his ear.

He couldn't hear the refusal for a long time, so he grabbed the emperor's knees behind his hands, rolled him up and curled up in front of his chest. This is naturally to leave some masculine dignity to the emperor.

When Ji Zheng and Gu Congyun outside the door were stunned, he squatted down and picked up the abrupt beard branches, and quietly hid them in his sleeves.

A bunch of beard branches tricked a little sage.

Ji Zheng suddenly coughed even harder, and his cheeks were so red that blood seemed to drip. He had only seen Xiao Erru being held in his arms by his elders like this.

But in the eyes of my uncle, in terms of seniority, he is just a little baby.

Just when I was about to struggle, I just listened to the man saying, "Sir, don't move, my right arm is still injured, I'm afraid that you will fall."

Ji Zheng couldn't even shout if he didn't want to, and when he was stunned, he was taken into the house and closed the door.

There was a fire in the house, adding a fire to his dry heat.

Ming Ciyue's big cloak was on him, and he was only wearing a single shirt. Under the red light of the rolling stove, his face was even pale from the cold.

Ji Zheng sat uneasily on the edge of the bed, with his legs crossed and barely folded.

He tugged at his fur collar helplessly and muttered softly, "It's too hot, it's so uncomfortable..."

"Uncomfortable?" Ming Ciyue's expression instantly became extremely worried and concerned, and he squatted down and approached, "Why is the sage uncomfortable, this minister has a little understanding of medical skills, if the sage can be trusted..."

He noticed that Xiao Tianzi had been tugging at his clothes, so he helped him remove his cloak and jacket, and helped him take off his neck collar, "Is it better?"

Ji Zheng continued to touch his exposed skin with a sullen expression, "It's still too hot, uncomfortable, what's wrong with Uncle Huang?"

The more easily Ming Ci extinguished the stove, the temperature and light in the whole room disappeared in an instant, falling into a cold and silent boundless darkness.

"Your Majesty, are you better?" Ming Ciyue's voice also became a little anxious, "Kechen is helpless."

"No, don't go!" Ji Zheng was a little afraid that Ming Ciyue would give up on treating him, and quickly grabbed Ming Ciyue's unlined clothes, "Uncle Huang."

The voice was as soft as a cat's claws, or the small hoof prints of a sika deer, grabbing, scratching, and kicking gently in Ming Ciyue's heart, making nicks and passing by.

"I order you to save me."

Just like the day I fell into the water, I finally didn't have to eavesdrop on my heart, but listened to the emperor shouting, "Uncle Huang, save me."

Ming Ci knelt on the edge of the couch and leaned down...

Ji Zheng's body tightened, his neck was slightly straight, and the tip of his throat, which was scalded by the scalding wine, was melted by another kind of warmth, rolled up, lingered, and wrapped.

The two petals were soft and detached at a touch, gave him the antidote, and immediately retracted them.

Ji Zheng opened his eyes impatiently, looked at the person beside the couch in confusion, and frowned.

Ming Ciyue's eyes were deep and deep, shining like stars in the darkness, staring straight at himself without shyness.

"Sir, are you better?"

Ji Zheng moved his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "I..."

"The minister is willing to give the antidote to the Holy One." Ming Ciyue's expression seemed to be flat as usual, with a kind of unwillingness to turn back before the dedication, "Don't blame the Holy One."

This is just like he usually guards the saint all night, fights the deer in the forest for the saint, and blocks the assassination for the saint.

Ji Zheng's eyes widened suddenly, and he curled up, but he couldn't say a word. That ball of warm and soft drink that was just like just now, slid down his throat, down to his stomach, all the way down, down, and up to the raging fire. Scorching deadly.

"Sir, are you feeling better now?"

"During the healing process, please give feedback to the minister." The more Ming Ci moved away from his lips, the more hoarse his voice was. "The minister knows everything, so don't try to lie to the minister."

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