The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

"Your Majesty, I have a way to help you stop... stop breastfeeding." Ming Ciyue's Adam's apple slipped slightly and looked away.

Ji Zheng was unable to utter a single word due to the milky smell in his throat, and glared at him with tears in his eyes, urging him to hurry up.

Ming Ciyue still carried him and turned on his horse.

Ji Zheng coughed even harder when the horse backed up, and the uncontrollable nausea surged up. The more he suppressed it deliberately, the more milk he choked out.

He didn't want to be so embarrassed and embarrassed in front of Ming Ciyue, but Ming Ciyue was the only person present who could help him.

Behind them, Marquis of Wu'an's hooves chased closer and closer, "What's the matter with the sage?"

Ji Zheng opened his mouth in vain, unable to speak at all.

Ming Ci Yue's eyes darkened, and while urging the horse to gallop forward, he took advantage of the big cloak to hold the emperor's hand, and took him to slam the whip to the ground!

A whole piece of snow dust rose up. The sound of hooves behind him paused for a while, and the more Mingci reluctantly took him away.

"It doesn't matter, if the sage is uncomfortable, don't bear it, it will be better to spit it out." Ming Ciyue's voice came from above his head, "I have my back to you, and I will help you to block it, and no one will see it."

"...The way I just said..." Ji Zheng barely murmured a few words.

"Is it okay?" Ming Ciyue asked involuntarily.

At this juncture, I have to ask! Ji Zheng slapped him in a hurry, and Ming Ci became more understanding.

The next moment, Ji Zheng suddenly felt that the person behind Ji Zheng took off his robe directly in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, in the icy sky and snow, and placed his entire body close to his chest where there was only a single shirt, sharing his body temperature with him.

Ming Ci Yue always kept his measure and asked, "Is it alright?"

Ji Zheng's frozen lips were trembling, and he didn't know where Ming Ci had the courage to take off his robe.

He was a little scared and a little worried, but he couldn't help guessing the next step, what Ming Ci Yue would do...

A hand slowly stretched out from behind, put it on his abdomen, rubbed gently, and circled clockwise in a slow and slow circle, as if he was dealing with a little baby who was suffering from abdominal pain.

He could feel the temperature, shape, slenderness, abrupt joints of his abdomen, the hand of that hand, full of strength but reserved.

"Is it rising?" The hot air exhaled by the man turned into white mist in the cold day, like a cloud of smoke, covering his ears, "Is it uncomfortable here?"

"It will be better to come out."

The voice seemed to be a secret bewitching, low and simple, casting spell. Half of Ji Zheng's body was placed in the ice cellar, and the other half was savagely thrown on the fire to be roasted.

"Is that okay?" the man asked again before moving on to the next step.

This time, the side of Ji Zheng's earlobe suddenly became warm...like those lightly contained dreams. Startled, he leaned forward.

"I'm sorry." Ming Ci Yue quickly withdrew his hand, "This is the native method of the minister's hometown. It is used to expel the cold and warm the body when the spleen and stomach are cold."

Ji Zheng stared at him blankly, Ming Ci Yue was as patient and courteous as before, without any change. But he suddenly felt extremely awkward, and always wanted to distinguish what part of it was for him, what part was dedicated to the emperor, what part was loyalty, and what part was other feelings.

The more silent Ming Ci took out a small wine pot from his waist, as soon as it was opened, the fiery and mellow breath diluted the taste of ice and snow, and was entangled with the milky fragrance.

Ji Zheng was instantly vigilant, the original book Mingci Yue was a person who was extremely averse to alcohol and did not drink a drop of alcohol.

Ming Ciyue raised the pot and raised his head as he explained, "It's the spirits used by the military camp to warm the body, the minister is too cold to help the sage..."

"Then why don't I just warm myself up." Ji Zheng grabbed it suddenly, and went down the small half-pot in one gulp.

When Ming Ci came back to his senses and grabbed it, there was only the bottom of the full pot of wine.

Ji Zheng squinted his eyes and wiped the corners of his mouth, the burning sensation in his throat surged up, making him stick out his tongue slightly towards Ming Ci.

"Liquor already burns your stomach, you have a bad spleen and stomach, and you've already started spitting up milk, how can you drink spirits again?" Ming Ci frowned and his tone became more serious, "I'm afraid I'll have to find a way to move my body and drink the spirits again. vomited out."

Move your body, put it lightly, cover it like a ball in winter, and behind you, the Marquis of Wu'an wants to bring people back to the palace, what activities can be done.

He watched Tianzi's porcelain-white cheeks turn red, his rouge-colored tongue bit his lips, and his eyes were full of ignorance. A ghostly question asked, "Is it delicious?" The man immediately nodded in response.

Just when Ming Ci became more and more stunned, the whip rope in the hand of the man in his arms turned and turned, hooked his lower lip at him inexplicably, and the whip was thrown on the horse's ass!

The horse jerked its front hooves and flew out like an arrow from the string.

"Your Highness!" Ming Ciyue exclaimed almost at the same time as Marquis Wu'an.

The general Mingci Yue held the horse's head and steered it in a steady direction. The Marquis of Wu'an scolded lowly and did not know what the emperor was going to do. He could not allow the emperor to get out of his sight and control, and led a group of people to beat the horse and jump up the hillside , break through Xuechen, and chase after them to block them!

Ji Zheng was overwhelmed with alcohol, and just started to flatter him. At this time, he became afraid. The tighter he was chased, the more flustered he became. He just subconsciously wanted to escape and grabbed the horse.

Even Mingci Yue had to speak out to stop him, "Slow down, it's too dangerous."

After passing a boulder on the side of the mountain, Ming Ci tightly protected the head of the person in his arms, and led him to the side to fall. The two rolled around and fell straight into the snow, raising a thick piece of snow dust, covering them all like white quilts.

The frightened horse ran forward at all, with the luggage and cloak still on the horse's back, and it seemed that it was still carrying two people, barely able to fool the pursuers for a while.

As expected, the Marquis of Wu'an and his party didn't stop, they didn't have time to think about it, they chased the horse away.

Ji Zheng shrunk in front of Ming Ci Yue's chest, the redness of the wine on his cheeks became more obvious, and at this moment, he still closed his eyes tightly and did not dare to open it for half a minute.

Ming Ci became more angry and helpless. Hearing his strong heartbeat, he lightly pinched the tip of his nose, which was frozen red and numb.

Silently: "Little madman."

The emperor opened one eye first, then closed it tightly, opened a slit, looked at the soldiers behind him and stopped, and the more Ming Ci was in front of him, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and burrowed out of the snow. come out. .

Two human-shaped deep pits appeared in the soft snow where the two of them lied just now.

Ji Zheng flattened himself in Ming Ciyue's human-shaped pit, flattened, stretched his hands and feet, and seemed to want to completely overlap with that figure.

"Uncle Huang is so tall." He raised his head and looked at Ming Ciyue aggrievedly, and muttered softly, as if he disliked that his hand could not overlap with his.

Ming Ci was stunned for a moment, two voices! He heard two voices just now, the smaller one was the voice of the heart, and the louder one was the voice of the Son of Heaven. The two clearly overlapped each other, and they were no longer completely contradictory as usual.

The Son of Heaven is telling him what he thinks in his heart, he has nothing to hide from him, and he is unprepared.

Even knowing that it was only a temporary effect of alcohol was enough to make him happy.

"The sage abducted the minister to this place where no one was there, what did he want to say?" Ming Ci Yue asked slowly, as if someone was pressing his chest, and his voice was a little stuffy.

Say something? Ji Zheng thought for a while, as if he had something to confess, but he couldn't easily reveal the matter in his subconscious mind.

After a while, he found a new outlet, "Bold, I just said that I don't want your loyalty, and ordered you not to kneel on my knees, and not to call me a saint. Have you ever made me a god!"

"Okay." The voice contained a faint smile.

"My lord."

Ji Zheng nodded in satisfaction when he heard Ming Ci's response, and touched his head again, wondering what was wrong with what he said.

"Why doesn't the sage want to take you as a sage and be loyal to you forever, isn't it?"

"Because I don't want to take the emperor's uncle as a minister anymore." Ji Zheng's mouth was faster than his brain, so he said it, and then he covered his mouth, his eyes were confused, and he added in a low voice, "Ah ,shit."

He only listened to Ming Ci in a low voice, "No matter who you are, or whoever you are, no matter if your minister takes you as a sage or something else, he will always be loyal to you."

Ji Zheng asked tangled: "There is always a difference."

Ming Ci smiled softly: "Is it okay?"

Every time he heard the clear words and asked more and more, Ji Zheng seemed to be intoxicated by the voice, and slowly nodded his head uncontrollably.

"Loyalty to the Sage..." Ming Ci slowly raised his hands and kissed his fingertips that were still stained with snow.

"Loyalty to you..." The more Ming Ci was possessed, the shadow fell.

Ji Zheng closed his eyes subconsciously, but he could only feel a touch like a cotton cloud on his forehead, and it would leave with a touch.

"My minister is loyal to you first, and then bows to the throne on which you sit."

Crazy, he is crazy, no matter how furious the emperor is going to be, he recognizes it.

Obviously, it was just that the emperor was drunk and crazy, but he seemed to have also removed his armor and mask that remained unchanged all day long. His overflowing emotions could not be suppressed. .

He was not a gentleman at all, but a common man who covets the sight of the emperor.

Ji Zheng licked his lips, slowly opened the corners of his red eyes, and looked at him with a misty voice, "Uncle Huang, is that all?"

Ming Ci Yue: ...?

He really wanted to put the Son of Heaven on the ground in this vast snowy field, with the ground as the couch and the sky as the quilt, so that he could say all the obscene words in his ears, and light a fire for the shivering cold body, and let him know Wrong, let him beg for mercy, let him shout, his throat is hoarse, the corners of his eyes are red, and his feet are weak.

Only in this way can his gloomy and despicable heart dare to confirm that the aloof sage really belongs to him.

As soon as he realized his embarrassing and terrifying thoughts, Ming Ci's eyes darkened, and he quickly turned his eyes away, forcing himself not to stare at that lip again, his Adam's apple rolled, suppressing his jumping emotions to the extreme.

After a long while, he slowly opened his mouth, but his voice was still too hoarse, "Wait until you wake up next time."

"why?"

"Because I couldn't provoke the little madman, I was afraid that the madman would wake up and leave after forgetting."

Ji Zheng flattened his mouth and said unanimously: "I'm not drunk!" He paused and said, "For example, I know that kissing is something that can only be done by the two closest people."

Ming Ci nodded slowly.

"Then I and Uncle Huang are the people who can do this kind of thing?"

Ming Ciyue's expression suddenly froze, and all of a sudden, the milky fragrance around Xiao Tianzi became extremely bitter, so bitter that he could not speak.

He spoke with difficulty, "When there is no one else, only you and me."

"When it's only you and me, we shouldn't be emperors and courtiers, nor nephews and uncles, okay?"

"The sage said it's fine... that's fine."

What exactly is that? The more Mingci dared to ask, the more he dared not to ask for an answer. Even if it's just that, it's fine.

Ji Zheng was still shaking his head and muttering to himself: "Don't worry, you won't suffer any loss if you follow me, I will never be a protagonist in vain. One day I will use the mountains and rivers in the world as proof and give you a seat. "The emperor's seat.

"Okay." The more indifferent the clear speech was, Quan Dang couldn't hear the second half of the sentence, and deceived himself and misinterpreted his position as the latter.

His voice was so heavy that he seemed to have accumulated a thousand words, but when it came to his lips, he restrained himself into a few words, "That minister will not marry anyone, but will only lay down the mountains and rivers for the sage, waiting for the sage to marry the minister and return to the palace."

"Thinking beautifully." Ji Zheng snorted rudely, "So tired, why do you only use Zhen to marry a wife, and you don't?"

Ming Ci said softly: "If only the Holy Master had always been so frank with his ministers."

In this way, all problems will be solved. He will never use it again, and he will never eavesdrop on the Sacred Heart and interfere with the Emperor Star. The unbearable and difficult desires for the emperor can be released and satisfied.

The voice of the emperor will always belong to him alone.

But... Ming Ci said calmly: "When you wake up, everything will be the same again."

"Then before he wakes up." Before Ming Ciyue could react, Ji Zheng lifted the fur collar around his neck, and imitated the way he did last night, nibbling on the tip of his throat, leaving behind the wine-flavored milk. A circle of tooth marks that blended in taste, "I stamped a jade seal on you, if I dare not admit you, you will take this and let me be responsible to you."

A little voice escaped from the depths of Ming Ci's throat, pressed his body, and held back for a while, "Don't move."

Ji Zheng was frightened by his reaction, he sat astride there, cuddled up obediently and did not move, quietly waiting for the reaction to subside and become weaker.

Ming Ci Yue suddenly buried his head in the crevice of his neck, took a sip, and the cool breeze swept across his bare skin, "Sage is very fragrant... it smells of milk."

"Well…"

"No." He was suddenly alert, "Someone is coming."

Before Ji Zheng could speak, suddenly there were countless hooves in the distance. The horse carrying the fakes couldn't lead them far, and the Marquis of Wu'an and his party chased back!

There is absolutely nowhere to hide here. The clothes of the two of them are a little messy, and the red marks are still there.

The target of the Marquis of Wu'an was Ming Ci Yue.

The sound of hoofs approached the boulder tentatively.

A little, a little.

An emperor, a prince, a nephew, an uncle, this great court secret, the royal family scandal is about to be cleaned up on this white snow, naked and open to the public, being judged by the world, notorious, becoming a An after-dinner talk in the market.

Ji Zheng's heartbeat was slammed to the extreme.

Ming Ci Yue put his cloak on Ji Zheng and wanted to hold him up, but he pulled him down with one hand and couldn't stop him, "No matter, you insisted that you were persecuted by me, and have always used force against you. , when I return to the palace, I will decree to enlist you as a concubine, and there will be countless ministers who will be even more dissatisfied with me and petition for you, so, this way..." Uncle Huang can successfully seize the throne.

Before Ji Zheng's words were finished, the hillside was silent for a long time, and the well-trained soldiers in the queue didn't know who took the lead. There was a burst of chaotic cheers. , and from a distance it even looked like a momentum of turmoil.

The Marquis of Wu'an abruptly stopped the horse's hoofs, and loudly scolded the high-ranking officials below, but the scolding was useless.

The military power of the Peidaying is almost the lifeblood of the Marquis of Wu'an.

He looked at the Banpo where a few suspicious boulders were distributed not far away, and then looked at the military camp below. After weighing the two, he gritted his teeth, turned his horse's head, and rushed down the hillside, only ordering a few people to continue to search around .

"Isn't it found?" Ji Zheng asked Ming Ciyue with a trembling voice.

Ming Ci Yue helped him wipe the cold sweat from the back of his neck and comforted, "No one will find out, no one will know."

"No one will find out." Ji Zheng repeated after him in a low voice, "Only us, secretly."

But immediately, his eyes crossed Ming Ciyue's shoulder, and he saw a row of horseshoe prints on the clean snow behind the stone, and the words "fifteen" written next to the horseshoe prints.

His expression froze.

It was Gu Congyun, who was warning him that there were fifteen days left.

Ji Zheng was sobered up instantly, and was blown away by the cold wind.

The better Ming Ci seemed to notice his strangeness, and asked him: "Does the sage have anything to tell the minister?"

"No, nothing." Ji Zheng swallowed.

He still remembered everything and every word of the talent just now, remembered it clearly, how Ming Ci Yue kissed him, how he promised him loyalty, not only the loyalty of the ruler and his ministers, but also the loyalty of the closest people. .

But he still flinched and couldn't speak.

After all, Ming Ciyue wanted to monopolize every kind of loyalty and every kind of kiss.

Wait another half a month, and then be greedy for another half a month.

Ji Zheng leaned on Ming Ciyue's shoulder and thought dully.

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