The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

"Whose clothes is this ragged belt?" Gu Congyun stretched his head over while the master was not paying attention, "Does it smell good?"

Ji Zheng blushed, grabbed the strap and stuffed it into his sleeve, "Who told you to peep at other people's stuff!"

Gu Congyun was reprimanded with an inexplicable face, "It's just a belt..."

That's right, it's just a strap, with words of unknown meaning written on it, Ji Zheng forced himself to forget about it, and now there are more important things waiting for him to do.

If they want to help the uncle take power as soon as possible, they have to deal not only with the Marquis of Wu'an, but also with the empress dowager standing behind him, and even the forces of half of the imperial court.

Moreover, at the moment, the son of the Marquis of Wu'an has been instructed by the Empress Dowager to stay with him day and night, almost eating and sleeping with him. bigger.

So Ji Zheng had to go out at night for several days in a row, summoning Chang Qing to ask about the garment shop at night, and from this he got every bit of unusual dynamics in the 88th Square, 17th Street, outside the palace wall, and did not miss any corner of the sewer. . It was also thanks to this completely independent monitoring network that even though he was far away from the imperial court, it was indeed the first time that he truly felt that he was in control of the capital.

In addition, he had to release the white ling bird from the Yanfu Palace once every night, and the bird would bring news of Ming Ciyue the next day and night.

In the beginning, it was a letter, and it was official business, introducing some of the people's livelihood and agricultural conditions and the management of officials that he had inspected in various places. He also emphasized that for the Gu family's sinking property case, he should think of a suitable reason as soon as possible, and then find an opportunity to search the waters with great fanfare.

One of them is a prince without a real job, and the other is an emperor who has been made up. But after reading these letters that came along the night wind, Ji Zheng suddenly realized how absurd and ridiculous the memorial on his desk was. The famine was recommended, and when it came to the memorial, it became a bountiful harvest, and the government was harmonious with people.

This is Dayan, ruled by the original owner, a courtroom that has been emptied.

Even Ji Zheng felt a sense of guilt and remorse for this.

Ming Ci must be allowed to seize power as soon as possible, not just to complete the plot, not just to allow him to retire as soon as possible.

Ming Ci Yue must ascend to the position of Ninety-five Supreme.

After that, the letter sent was no longer a letter. Today, it was a small plum blossom, and tomorrow it was a small Gu wine.

Ji Zheng took every item sent by Uncle Huang seriously, and sorted them into categories and collected them carefully. And according to the character of the uncle, it is reasonable to guess that this flower must be the one that witnessed the crime at the entrance of the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion, and this wine must be the evidence of a certain official's corruption.

Although Ming Ci Yue didn't say anything, Ji Zheng felt that he understood him too well.

Straight male style, who can't guess.

On the other hand, Gu Congyun always saw that he was sleepy during the day, and at night he tried his best to lock him up in the Yanfu Hall, and would not let him go anywhere.

As soon as Ji Zheng opened the hall door, he could meet Gu Congyun's round cat-like eyes, quite helpless, leaning on the door frame and said, "I know you don't like me and King Jing, but others are not here. , what's the use of you guarding Yanfu Hall?"

He didn't understand the protagonist's feelings a little bit. He was jealous of the protagonist's attack and wanted to stop him, but he refused to take the initiative to find Ming Ciyue generously.

Gu Congyun muttered in a low voice, "He's not here, so what are you doing out?"

Ji Zheng said casually, "I am the Son of Heaven, so it is natural to find a palace concubine to sleep with at night."

Unexpectedly, Gu Congyun suddenly stood up like a madman, and came over, the blue veins on his forehead twitched abruptly, "Don't go, don't go! How can you go... How can you be so promiscuous!"

Ji Zheng saw that his eyes suddenly turned red, he raised his fist, squinted his eyes subconsciously and shrank for a while, but the next moment a strong wind flashed past his ears, and the punch hit Zhumen directly, causing the sawdust, sand and dust to rustle. fall.

Yuan Ming, who was standing beside him, immediately stared at Gu Congyun and approached silently, the cold light of the sword flickering under the moon.

Ji Zheng made a gesture in secret and waved them away, while roaring at Gu Congyun: "You're crazy! I'm the emperor, it's not normal to find a few palace concubines? You won't marry a wife and concubine in the future?"

Gu Congyun suddenly slumped, "I'll go find them later, okay? I'll accompany you in the palace these two days, at least... At least don't let me see, don't let me know, okay?"

"Or you hit me." Gu Congyun stretched his head over with a shy face, "I won't fight back. If you knock me out and walk over me, you can find someone to sleep with."

Ji Zheng looked at the profile of this delicate and beautiful face that was very close, and was speechless.

This is the champion of the new division in the first year of Ming Ci Yue's proclaimed emperor, Yuan Fu's good minister who will be named in the history of the future, and also the young man who inherits the title of the first beautiful man in the capital of Ming Ci Yue. Teenagers will one day grow up, mature, forget the mistakes made by ignorant impulses, and silently accompany Ming Ciyue's name, appearing in every corner of the annals of history.

Ji Zheng has always been soft and not hard, and it's not that he has never beaten Gu Congyun, but at this moment he can't do it.

Gu Congyun seemed to have seen it through, and brought his face closer again, with a slightly cheerful tone: "You can't let go, are you... ah!"

The door was slammed into his face by Ji Zheng.

Ji Zheng closed the door tightly, pacing the hall anxiously, it was already time, and it stands to reason that Bai Lingniao should arrive at this hour, even if he brought anything casually, he would be safe. This kind of anxious waiting every minute and every second will only make him suspect that the more Mingci checked outside the palace, whether it was exposed, and was poisoned by the empress dowager.

During the waiting time, Ji Zheng repeatedly thought about Ming Ciyue's proposal, and suddenly an idea gradually formed in his mind.

The counties in the north are suffering from drought and water shortages, and the luxurious families in the capital provide countless waterside ponds to raise flowers and fish, which is so extravagant that it is astounding. The Taishui River, which was occupied by the Dayan Palace to save the pond and created the garden landscape, runs through the north and the south and connects countless counties.

Since there is a shortage of water downstream, he needs to build a battle to find something at the bottom of the river, so he might as well... open the gate to release the water!

As soon as the idea appeared, he was also startled.

The ancient sluice gates were constructed manually and controlled by manpower. It is easy to move once, but it is really huge, laboring the people and hurting the money, and it requires repeated approval of countless documents up and down.

For a young emperor whose power has been overridden, no one would dare to convey this imperial edict, and no one would dare to carry it out.

He could even imagine the scene where the people scolded him for being tyrannical and tyrannical, knelt down and petitioned, and the old woman rioted in court and scolded him for being crazy.

Ji Zheng didn't care, anyway, he was a foolish monarch, and he was just arguing with Manchao moths to see who was thick-skinned.

Not only did he do it, but he also did it immediately.

So he immediately recruited the manpower that Ming Ciyue left him, and gave detailed instructions on the matter, and asked them to rush to the Taishui River sluice outside the city tonight with the vocation token.

When Yuan Ming heard the words, he immediately knelt on the ground and repeatedly asked the Holy One to think twice. This was the first time that he did not immediately execute the Holy Lord's order.

"This matter is of great importance. If it is, I'm afraid it will be left behind..." He didn't dare to offend Longyan again, and he continued, only hesitatingly said, "If you don't wait for His Highness to enter the palace before making a decision, King Jing will definitely know it. blocked."

Ji Zheng raised his forehead and said, "If I don't do this, someone will always do it. Who will do it? Will the Marquis of Wuan do it, and will King Jing do it? Are you willing to ruin your master's reputation?"

The man was in a hurry, blushing on his neck, he dared to persuade anything when he was in a hurry: "Others don't know, but my subordinates can see that you and King Jing have a good relationship, no, it's different, it's that... what, ah, After that, the reputation of the people next to the pillow is shared, and the Holy One should not belittle yourself."

Ji Zheng knew that he was loyal and stubborn, he laughed and eased the atmosphere, "What do you want to say?" He deliberately raised his face, "Your master has to be subservient to me and serve me on the couch. You don't have to listen to me on little things!"

Men seem to be serious and sensitive about things like control on the couch.

Yuan Ming's expression suddenly went wrong, as if he had suffered a huge psychological impact. His head turned purple, and he looked at Ji Zheng with three parts of fear, three parts of doubt and four parts of shock. He hesitated for a long time, and suddenly he looked like As if he had figured out what to do, he slammed his head three times on the ground, "Holy Majesty is heroic, Majesty is majestic, and Majesty and His Highness have had fun together for a hundred years."

Ji Zheng touched his chin, he was intrigued by his curiosity, and raised his eyebrows viciously: "Isn't it natural and ethical to suppress Ming Ci, why are you so surprised?"

He didn't lie either, thinking about the past, from bathing blindfolded, to shooting arrows on horseback, and then to the unexpected romance that night.

He humbly extended the upper and lower relationship of the court to the couch.

Ji Zheng straightened his chest, and the more he thought about it, the more confident he became. Suddenly, he realized that when he thought of that person, he couldn't help but raise his lips and cursed himself a few times. He hurriedly sat upright and coughed lightly.

Yuan Ming abruptly got up, lowered his head and was silent for a long time, then two loud slaps, and muttered absentmindedly, "It's the subordinate's blind thinking, blind thinking..."

This time, Ji Zheng doesn't need to call him, and he obediently runs down to arrange things.

If this matter can't reach Marquis Wu'an's ears first, then Gu Congyun can't be disturbed.

Ji Zheng slipped out from the back door of Yanfu Hall, and walked alone in a cloak to the depths of the pavilion in the imperial garden. Bottomless waters.

He wanted to witness with his own eyes that the waters, which had plagued him many times, were introduced into thousands of households and irrigated countless fertile fields.

The first time I saw Mingciyue was here. At that time, there was still some half-yellow greenery in the late autumn pond. At this time, only a dry pole was left. That day, Mingciyue was just above the bright moon that could not be touched. He slammed him against the railing in disgust.

Later, how could the moon be pulled to the ground by him and entered the mortal world.

He was lying on the railing, looking at the moon that was shattered by the waves on the water surface, watching the water level start to slowly drop slightly, and more and more rotten sludge was exposed.

That's how Mingyue fell into the water, dragging him out of the quagmire.

He pouted half of his waist and leaned down, wondering how deep Ming Ci Yue had dived and found him.

On the swaying water, there is a lonely shadow of him, the shadow of a month. But after a long time, a small figure slowly appeared from the other side. The figure paused for a moment, and suddenly lifted his robe. Under the moonlight, he strode forward with his long legs, and quickly ran for a few minutes. The long bridge that opened inside and outside kept running towards him, chasing him.

Constantly approaching, hurriedly approaching, the superior and tall figure, the clean and neat jaw line, is as beautiful as a sword of white jade born in the sun.

That man's eyes seemed to meet him through the shadow of the water, a pair of eyes that were willing to go up and down depending on whoever looked at them.

He thought silently in the bottom of his heart: "No wonder there are so many people who want to pick the bright moon in the book in the previous life. If there is someone who will not be the emperor in the next life, then he will be a slut..."

The shadow seemed to be able to understand his voice, and after a slight pause, the pace became more urgent.

Ji Zheng blinked, and only had time to cleanse his mind at this shadow, and silently read "My uncle".

The next moment, as soon as he was about to get up, his legs felt sore and numb.

It was broken. Uncle Huang was stunned. After sitting on his knees for a long time, his legs seemed to be amputated. He was unconscious and could not move.

Seeing that Uncle Huang was getting closer and closer, he was still hanging stupidly on the railing, hanging head down on the water, neither down nor up, his posture was very strange.

This kind of thing can't be rushed, the more urgent it is, the more painful it is. The pain makes Ji Zheng's brain blank, and tears are about to come out.

"Don't move, don't move, okay, don't move, sage." The hot air from the man who had just finished sprinting came from behind, blowing through his temples, rushing to his face, his heartbeat squeezed on his back, and passed it over As if burning hot.

Ji Zheng groaned, and abruptly suppressed the screams, his brows knitted together in pain, his upper body was hugged all at once, and he couldn't move. Clamped tightly between the legs of the person behind him.

Every inch of touch is like a scratching of the heart like ten thousand ants, and it reaches the brain through the spine like a small electric current.

The more Ming Ci refuses to let him go, the more closely they will get along.

The man whispered as if he had lost his soul: "I'm not an emperor anymore, no one is an emperor anymore, don't go... I beg you."

Ji Zheng: ...?

"What are you thinking...Hiss, let go of me!" The tail trembled and floated up.

Ming Ci Yue's eyes darkened, he was afraid, extremely afraid, for fear that if he let go, the person in his arms would chase the moon in the water.

Unable to believe what Xiao Tianzi said, his eyes followed the water shadow to catch the sight of the man.

Eavesdropping, listening, Ming Ci was more stunned.

It turned out that there were more low yins suppressed in the bottom of the emperor's heart, such as... he accidentally touched the half-naked ankle, followed by a muffled "uh", if he accidentally followed the straight line and touched it upwards.

"Stop moving, hiss—that's..."

The sound was like the sobbing of a swaddle baby with milk, and like a cat with its belly turned over in the corner of the eaves in spring.

The boy shivered silently in his arms, neither turning nor pushing away, as if swallowing the discomfort alone, obediently, acquiescing to his actions.

Ming Ci Yue: ...?

It's only been a few days that we haven't seen each other.

But since the sage likes it and needs it... he doesn't mind giving more.

Whatever the Holy One wants is fine, whatever you want, as long as you don't just leave him like that.

The boy finally couldn't bear it any longer, and whimpered out of his clear throat: "Ming Ciyue, I told you to let me go!"

At the same time, another voice said, "Umm... the legs are numb, are the jade legs still there?"

"Hey—stop it, touch it, touch it, that's it."

"Don't... Uncle I beg you."

Ming Ci Yue: …

He coughed a few times, but he was still nervous and refused to let go: "What is the saint lying on this railing doing?"

He didn't believe it, and if he didn't believe that the Holy Spirit would not miss this world.

Even if you really don't miss the world, at least... at least you should miss his side.

The young man said confidently, "Looking for my medicine while the water level recedes... Ye Mingzhu is the one you dropped for me."

Smaller voice: "Looking at the shadow of the moon, isn't it a bit stupid to see the figure's legs numb?"

Ming Ci couldn't hold back, and hooked his lower lip.

"I'll go down and find it for you." He reached out his hand to take off the cloak on his back.

"Okay, you go down and look for it." While his mouth was stubborn, a little finger under it curled up, hooking the corner of his clothes and not letting go, "Go, I won't stop you."

Smaller voice: "This person is too sincere..."

Ming Ci Yue didn't wait for the voice to finish, and suddenly tore off the cloak.

"Uncle Huang!" The two voices were instantly synchronized.

However, Ming Ciyue only took a half step back and wrapped his clothes, "It's cold at the water's edge, the sage should be more careful."

The young man was still in shock, his heart beat faster, he ripped off his clothes, pinched them tightly in his palms, snorted coldly, and panted heavily with lingering fears.

The eyes in the water shadow deliberately avoided Mingci for a while, and found that he was still staring at him with a half-smile, and then he straightened his chest and stared back.

The emperor said fiercely: "What are you looking at, who allowed you to stare at me! Haven't seen it for a few days?"

Smaller voice: "It's too embarrassing, the club is dead, why do you always stare at me when I'm embarrassed..."

Ming Ci Yue finally opened his mouth, and after a long silence, he barely spit out two words: "As for."

As for? The more you say it, the more you say it? Ji Zheng's heart was slightly sour.

"As for what, I don't understand." He suddenly laughed, as if he had suddenly recovered the scene, he suddenly turned around in the man's arms, and deliberately said badly: "I have been thinking of me like this for only a few days, and I will continue to do so in the future. How to do big things, can't we be separated?"

"Well, not separate."

The sound was very light and soft, as if he was afraid to wake up the sinking fish sleeping at the bottom of the pool.

Ming Ci Yue helped him brush the hair that fell on his forehead.

Staring at him with eyes like never before, looking at him, from eyebrows to lips.

Ji Zheng was stunned, and the smile was still frozen at the corner of his mouth. It was his hand that moved first, the person who lit the fire, and no one was responsible for him to put out the fire.

His mind went blank.

A sentence suddenly popped out of my heart: "From now on, the king will not go to court sooner..."

What to do, what to do!

Ming Ci Yue laughed again, and when he laughed, his lips were pulled out of the arc of the crescent moon, reflecting the moonlight, and he smiled very lightly.

Ji Zheng turned around silently.

He said that he would not do big things, but his body was still very honest and careful about the height of the water. If the water was released too little, it would not attract the attention of the family, and it would not serve as a warning. Too much release would flood the farmland.

Ming Ciyue said behind him: "The holy man has watered the mulberry fields in the world with water from the palace. It has never happened before. Tomorrow, the people will see the refilled canal water when they wake up early."

"I will thank you for them first."

"This kind of absurd thing, you won't stop me?"

Ji Zheng glanced at him, and said casually: "Where is it for them, I just acted arbitrarily and unreasonably, in order to find a bead, I moved the century-old sluice gate and interfered with the feng shui luck, who would understand, those who spoke bluntly in the courtroom Will the admonishing officials understand?"

"The minister and the common people will understand." The more indifferent Mingci said, "The minister, and the people of the world, share the burden with the sage."

Ming Ci Yue, the people of the world will share the burden with him.

Ji Zheng blinked, his nose was sore, and he almost didn't hold back.

He is not that great, he is not so calm, he is not so calm, he is not so calm, he is not that great, he is not so calm, he is not that great, he is not that great, he is not so calm, he is not that great, he is not that great, he is not that great, he is not so prudent, he is not that great, he is not that great, he is not that great, he is not that great, he is not so calm, he is not that great, he is afraid of being self-defeating, and he is afraid to death.

After this incident, some people will curse his tyranny, some people will be wary of his strategies, and some people will praise his merits, but no one knows how scared that aloof Ninety-five Supreme is in his heart.

Only the clear words will be known, and only the clear words will be understood.

Again and again, standing behind him unconditionally.

Just as Ji Zheng was about to say something, the ground beneath their feet shook suddenly.

"The holy man is dangerous." Ming Ci Yue narrowed the distance again and pulled him into his arms.

Knowing that it is a normal vibration caused by closing the switch not far away, it will only happen this time. But Ji Zheng didn't speak or push away. Taking advantage of the crisis, he let his guards overstepped his way to protect him and hold him.

He suddenly remembered a sentence he had read before.

"The moon on the bottom of the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is the sweetheart."

There was a rustling sound behind him, and the better the words were, the better he seemed to move his body slightly, and he supported himself on the railing, a little strange.

Ji Zheng frowned and turned to look.

Seeing the blackness on the railing, Ming Ciyue put his hand on the black stain, leaned down, and looked very serious and focused.

"What are you looking at?"

He is such a clean person, how could he take the initiative to touch this kind of thing?

Ming Ci pulled his hand away instantly, covered it with a robe, and said in a veiled manner, "It's nothing."

Ji Zheng was curious: "I order you to speak directly."

Ming Ci became more and more hoarse, and stood silently.

"What did you do secretly behind my back?" The more Ming Ci tried to stop him, the more worried he became. An ominous thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and he pushed Ming Ci Yue's hand away, "I see for myself!"

Huh.

The will of the little emperor.

The crooked handwriting is particularly eye-catching, "Mingyue's character..." is crossed out.

"Uncle's character..." Crossed out.

"Clear words are more virtuous."

Those messy lines did not cover up at all. Not only did they not cover up the handwriting, but instead, they seemed to draw the key points, and the words "Mingyue" and "Uncle Huang" were abruptly marked.

Ji Zheng was dumbfounded, and the tip of his ear was hot and cold in the cold wind.

His neck was stiffly stretched in the air, and he didn't dare to turn his head away.

For fear that Ming Ciyue's next sentence would be, "What did the sage do secretly behind his back."

"Are you still watching?"

A low voice lingered on the tip of the ear, and swam along the sensitive auricle, submerged, and got into it.

The author has something to say: This is about the legend, the ear is pregnant! ! The first chapter of the little emperor's last edict to guide the way, hahaha I finally used it!

Ah, about that strap, I really didn't expect it. A pure and white strap, ah, the strap used by the uncle to block his eyes. Comment on which one do you want to wear for the little emperor? ! Can you tie that? ! !

But... hey hey, it's really fragrant, everything is fragrant, and the little emperor is fragrant. There are multiple uses in the area, arrange!