The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Ji Zheng was dumped one by one, carried his head forward on Ming Ci Yue's shoulders, his legs were drooping behind, like a tail, following the movement of shuttle in the forest, he tapped the man's head one by one. back.

Ji Zheng couldn't see what was happening behind him, he just had a long-term brain congestion, dizzy and blushing. He tried to pull La Ming Ciyue's sleeve and whispered, "Emperor..." Shouldn't it be time to put him down.

Before "Uncle" could say a word, he instantly felt the muscles in the man's shoulders and neck tightened under his waist and abdomen, and his footsteps suddenly accelerated. The thick layer of rotten leaves and branches on the ground creaked one after another.

Ji Zheng's nerves also tightened, "Is he still following behind? Why is he so haunted!" Once he felt this way, he could almost hear footsteps not far behind him, chasing after him, and the whole forest The silence and sense of security were shattered.

Ming Ci hummed more vaguely.

As long as Gu Congyun is still watching from behind, they still have to maintain the relationship between the kidnapper and the victim. Ji Zheng has no reason to ask himself to be put down. He whispered to himself: "Why does Gu Congyun keep chasing after me? The fake edict has already been issued. I took the initiative to leave the court and go to the villa. Isn't it the best time for the Marquis of Wu'an and the others to seize the throne and usurp power?"

Every time Gu Congyun was entangled in the past, Ji Zheng could properly understand that it was the protagonist who was fighting for the protagonist's attack, but this time it made him puzzled.

"Young Master Gu probably came to Jie Sheng to return to the palace." Ming Ciyue's voice came from above his head.

He could feel Ming Ciyue's heartbeat on his cheeks, and felt the resonance in his chest accompanied by the words and sentences, shaking. He was numb and ashamed, but it made him faintly satisfied and at ease.

"The country cannot be without a ruler for a day. The Empress Dowager dared to arrange an assassination attempt by someone outside the palace gate yesterday because she had already found a new emperor's blood. Now she is gone, and the Marquis of Wu'an has no one in her hands. position, I can only invite you back to the palace, hold it in the palm of my hand, and treat it as…”

as a puppet.

Ji Zheng knew what he had not finished saying.

Either kill him or worship him.

These are the two paths that all pretenders of power must take in this crumbling and declining dynasty, and it is also the ridiculous fate of his declining monarch.

Although he knew that Ming Ciyue was in power, he would be placed under house arrest in Zhengyue's house for life.

But Ji Zheng couldn't help but want to ask, to test, to confirm.

He raised his head slightly, looked at Ming Ciyue in the humiliating gesture of being kidnapped, "Uncle, then you will..."

Kill me, or worship me?

The new king of Dayan, the Mingjun who has surrendered to all, how will he deal with the deposed emperor who is no longer honorable?

The more Ming Ci lowered his head, he was unprepared, and was hit by the sudden attack of his heart.

There was no one to chase after him, but he wanted to continue the kidnapping for a while longer.

The blush on Xiao Tianzi's face, like the tide in the night, quietly drifted down the back of his neck, his ears were bloody, but he had to support the dignity of the king, and tightened his upper body amid the bumps back and forth. , not letting his cheeks rest too much on his uncle's chest.

What's wrong.

Ming Ci's breathing became tighter and he was about to go crazy. He is not a person who is indulgent, but he is trapped in that strange and charming voice again and again, as if he had put a collar on himself, and handed the end of the rope to the thin young man of the weak crown. .

Every time the young man called him in his heart, it was as if he was pulling him, and the pain was pleasant.

Kill him or worship him? No, he wants to imprison him, possess him, and send him to be the superior in this world, and also the superior in that couch.

What's wrong.

Countless beautiful and rotten thoughts poured into the mouth, and only turned into a sentence, "No need to worry about the Holy One."

Ji Zheng sighed subconsciously, then came back to his senses, and immediately covered his mouth, holding back his emotions: "Where are you going, how many days are you going, when and where are you going, how to check Yucheng Villa, how about Marquis Wu'an? Disposal, why didn't you tell me anything."

The more Mingci heard the words, he slowed down and put him back on the ground, both of them panting slightly.

"If the minister says that the minister has not thought about it."

"I didn't think about it!" Ji Zheng stared, "Just run away like this and hand over Dayan to Gu?"

Ming Ci Yue seemed to smile for a short while, and immediately said sincerely: "The holy man is worried about state affairs, has the people of the world in his heart, and is worried that the Marquis of Wu'an is doing something wrong. If he wants to go back to the court to deal with government affairs, that minister will take you back immediately..."

"No no no." Ji Zheng was dazed by him, "I don't worry about those things. When did you see me worrying about state affairs, I wish I could go far away, I just think you..."

He took a deep breath.

Uncle, you are wrong.

"The minister believes in the judgment of the sage. Since the sage doesn't worry about it, then the minister can't think too much." Ming Ci said more calmly, "Today, the minister only cares about the sage."

It was only at noon that the dark clouds showed up, and the sun just came down from the treetops on the sides of the two. Ji Zheng could clearly see the small fluff on the side of the emperor's neck, which was soft and warm under the light.

He has been worrying about those things all day, and now he wants to say something else, and he waved his hand like a child in anger, "I don't care, neither does King Jing, I think King Jing is going to accompany me to be a pair of faint-hearted rulers and ministers. ."

"Yeah." Ming Ci replied softly, "It's still a pair of incompetent uncles and nephews."

Ji Zheng was so mad at him that he turned around and stumbled over the dead branches that were half a calf high. The long imperial robe was hanging on the branches. Move forward recklessly.

"Sacred..." Ming Ci hurriedly chased after him.

"Why, didn't I just say that I wanted to escape with me, and I wouldn't go back to the palace if I didn't care?" Ji Zheng snorted coldly and deliberately slowed down.

"You went the wrong way, go in this direction, and soon you will meet Young Master Gu and take you back to the palace."

Ji Zheng: …

He choked on his own saliva, blushed, raised his head, and turned around deliberately to pass Ming Ciyue's sleeves.

There was another thorn bush under his feet, wiping the corners of Ming's yellow robe, and Ming Ci quickly pulled his sleeves, not expecting the two of them to stumble into a thick tree trunk together.

Ji Zheng was completely protected by him, with only clear words in his eyes, the sound of wind and leaves filled his ears, and there was a faint movement behind him, "Wow, rustling", how could he clearly distinguish the surrounding, nervously said: "Yes what?"

Like a long tail, the sound of mopping the floor over the fallen leaves.

What else could be in this forest, wolf!

"Shh."

Ji Zheng swallowed his saliva: "Come, come here?"

Ming Ci raised his eyes and looked, but didn't say anything, leaving him to guess. He raised his hand slowly, put it lightly on the back of Tianzi's head, and followed the black galaxy very slowly, plucking off some velvet grass and fallen leaves.

Ming Ciyue's embrace was full, and the top of the furry head was rubbed under his jaw, and the spot of light showed through and fell between the two of them.

He couldn't hear the demagogic voice, and he suddenly regained his calm, but his heart was inexplicably full, and he didn't want to move.

This state is very delicate and rare. Leaving the dragon couch and leaving the imperial court is no longer a relationship between giving and asking, surrendering and conquering, spying and being overheard. At this moment, he is useless to the sage, why is he still unwilling to let go? Still holding on tight.

He even looked at the beast, begging it absurdly to go slower, slower.

The fox squinted lazily and squinted at them, followed by another, and after biting the other, the two hugged each other closely in the winter sun, admiringly touching each other.

The two tails swung together and took a few steps towards this side, disturbing a louder "rustle".

"Hmm." The soft body tightened instantly.

But the next moment, the thin arm was completely opened for him, and the two arms were supported by his side, obviously shorter than him, but tremblingly hugged him, subconsciously wanting to give shelter.

Human instinct is always surprising.

Ming Ci jumped violently across his forehead, he quickly tightened his arms and responded to the hug with force.

They used to be lovers of love, exchanging lustful kisses in the dark night, but they extended a hug so insatiably, a hug that was not mixed with any desire in the daytime.

The beast seemed to wag its tail, walked away, and disappeared very quickly with a murmur.

Ji Zheng looked up in a trance, and saw Ming Ciyue through a layer of water mist in front of him, "The wolf is gone? Are we alive?"

"Well, it's alive."

The next moment, his eyes turned around, and the whole person was carried to Ming Ciyue's arm again, and he sat down with his neck supported, "I'll take you out of here first."

Against the sun, they went all the way to the north, hurriedly running through the jungle, the phantom beasts and pursuers behind the evaders, nervous but reckless, like two reborn beasts, smashing the rotten sky Left behind, the day and the mountains are regarded as the last Garden of Eden.

Here, no one cares whether they are kings or ministers, uncles or nephews. They're just ridiculously intimate downcasts.

At dusk, Ji Zheng and Ming Ciyue left the forest completely, as if they had reached the foot of some mountain, and a clear water suddenly appeared in front of them. If they wanted to go forward, they had to cross the river. Ji Zheng was not from here and could not recognize the location. , and subconsciously do not want to ask.

After all, how can you ask the destination for such a thing as elopement.

"Are you hungry?" Mingci asked promptly.

Ji Zheng rubbed his stomach and nodded. Just as he was about to put down his body and say he could go get some food, he saw Ming Ciyue waved his hand, and a few people came out of the grass. They were still Ming Ciyue's personal soldiers. The people in the dark blade, with the prepared fish in their hands, swiftly put up a firewood pile, handled the fish, and started a fire.

He had escaped for his life just now, but at this moment, it gave him the illusion of a picnic vacation.

Ji Zheng realized it later and was speechless: "They have been following around, why didn't they come out to protect the wolf just now?"

Ming Ci became more calm: "Let's go." He raised his eyelids lightly and glanced at the guard who was lighting a fire. The man quickly got up, looked at the emperor and then at King Jing, clenched his arms, lowered his head in resignation, and supported himself. He hesitated: "Let's go, I'm gone, it's a subordinate..."

Ji Zheng was even more speechless: "Okay." He pushed the guards aside, sat in front of the bonfire, and grilled the fish on a stand.

Once out of the palace, he really relaxed, lost the consciousness of being an emperor, and the indelible nature engraved in his mind popped out. He was born hard, and before he got sick and went to the hospital, he lived around the stove in the small bungalow. How could these traces be covered up by the emperor for a month.

He is not born with a good fate, a little prince with brocade clothes and jade food.

Ji Zheng's movements were extremely skilled, fanning the fire, turning over, and adding salt, until the aroma of the meat wafted out.

"The sage can even make a fire to grill fish." The little guard's mouth was faster than his head, and his surprise and admiration could not help but show.

Ji Zheng pinched the grilled fish, and the back of the squatting back became petrified.

…the approachable and hands-on barely makes sense, how to explain this weird point of cooking skills.

"Sacred Master... Before being adopted by Concubine Yun, I also lived a hard life." Ming Ciyue's voice drifted slowly over, "So the Holy Master knows everything and is willing to do everything by himself."

Ji Zheng could only nod his head when he heard the words.

When the guards heard it, they felt more and more that this monarch was different from the rumored one. He was not so high, nor so violent, his experience was not smooth, and he was not too far from them.

A group of people knelt down and shouted: "I swear to serve the Holy One."

Ji Zheng sighed, pretended not to hear, got up and handed a bunch of fish to Ming Ciyue, stared at him chewing, swallowing, and swallowed nervously, "Is it delicious?"

Ming Ci nodded slowly and solemnly.

Ji Zheng didn't believe it, so he grabbed it and took a bite next to where he was biting. His whole face was wrinkled in pain, and he almost vomited, "This fish has not been handled properly, this piece is stained with bile, how can you pay it back? Can you swallow? No, change one!"

The more Mingci heard the words, he frowned unhappily, grabbed the fish without saying a word, and ate very carefully.

Ji Zheng couldn't compete with him, so he approached the guards with grilled fish. This time out of the palace, there are no old enemies staring left and right, and he doesn't like to be a tyrant all the time, just want to hear people compliment his grilled fish.

The rest of the people stood still, only the youngest guard immediately reached out to pick it up, overjoyed, "Thank you, Lord, then we will..."

A low voice sounded, "Isn't it... made for me alone?"

"...I'm not very hungry, I have to do some preparations." The little guard quickly turned a 180-degree turn, with tears in his smile.

Don't ask, it's very touching.

No one dared to eat the fish roasted by the saint, and all three and five were left to Prince Jing.

Ji Zheng held his cheeks in frustration as he watched him eat the burnt, undercooked, salty, tasteless, and slowly, taking small bites.

At the end, Ji Zheng couldn't help muttering: "It's not that I can't eat it in the future, what about it?"

"In the future... there is more?" Ming Ciyue's line of sight came straight to him.

Ji Zheng was inexplicably guilty, avoiding the gaze and bowing his head, "It's better to eat quickly, and run for your life after eating."

The river beach in front of him is the spring water flowing down from the mountain, and the deepest part is only as high as the waist of an adult. While he was still eating, Ji Zheng stopped by the beach and kicked the water, observing where he was going next.

But the guard immediately brought in a very simple raft, his eyes widened suddenly, "Want to cross the river?!"

It was an unspeakable shadow that penetrated deep into his heart.

The more slowly Mingci stood behind him, pressing his shoulder. Ji Zheng still refused, pushed three and four, pointed at the servants and hesitated: "Then they don't have to take a boat, why don't they let them go first..."

"They?" Ming Ci looked at the crowd standing with dry eyes.

Immediately thumping a few times, one by one, they all plunged into the water, and the ice-cold water splashed up.

Ji Zheng: …

It seems not necessary.

Ming Ci Yue boarded the raft, untied the cable, and stretched out his hand to him.

Ji Zheng was still pacing back and forth hesitantly.

Suddenly, there was the sound of horses' hoofs in the woods, accompanied by the faint voice of "Holy Up...there...".

Ming Ci glanced at the bushes indifferently, "It's a chasing soldier."

Ji Zheng was like a thunderclap, his whole body was stunned, the name was like a dark cloud chasing out of the palace, and the ghosts shrouded him little by little. Grabbing his throat.

The twilight is four, and the magpie returns to the forest. The raft gradually drifted and moved, along the rocky beach, down into the rippling water. A slender clean hand was still firmly anchored under his eyes, "I will lead you to escape."

Ji Zheng did not reach out to hold it.

In the next second, Ming Huang's hem crossed a small arc in the air, and he threw himself into the arms of the person who stretched out his hand, squeezed on the narrow wooden pieces, drifted and walked with the water.

Ji Zheng did not look down at the water, but buried his head in front of the hard and warm armor, his voice muffled.

"You take me away."

Flying dust all over the place, the sound of hooves stopped.

"Shang Shang, there is a water beach in front of you, and the car can't go through it. If you want to go up the mountain, this is the closest way." Gu Congyun walked around the carriage with his horse, but he still couldn't lift the curtain, "Why don't you get on and off the car..."

He looked at the middle of the river from a distance, the sky was getting dark, and it seemed that some local farmer or hunter was crossing the river on a raft.

The curtain of the car was pulled open by the wind for a moment behind him, Gu Congyun turned back quickly, but only caught the silhouette of the man, "No, go around and go up the mountain from the other side."

"But, that would cost a lot..."

"Go around." The voice was unmistakable.

"Yes." Gu Congyun clasped his fists, "Your Highness."

Surprisingly, he turned his eyes again and looked up at the raft in the middle of the river.

The raft was as small as a leaf on that vast expanse of water, and a wave could easily overturn them.

Ji Zheng sat opposite Ming Ciyue, curled his legs carefully.

A little sound of water, a wave of waves, can make him shudder, the surrounding sky is already dark, only Ming Ciyue's armor and the mask on his face reflect a little cold light.

As if in a nightmare, sitting in the center of the nightmare together with the moonlight that illuminates the bottom of the deep water.

"It's the minister who is not well prepared." The more Ming Ci got up, the raft swayed, "Is the sage shivering from the cold?"

"No, no, don't come here." Ji Zheng stepped back again and again, wanting to cry without tears, for fear that the plank would overturn.

The better Ming Ci seemed to laugh in the dark, but it seemed that he didn't. His voice seemed to be afraid of disturbing the night wind, and said softly, "My hometown is full of water, and the children who grew up there are naturally aware of water and can pierce the water. Raft."

"I always regard Uncle Huang as a native of the Northwest." Ji Zheng received it subconsciously, and then he realized that Ming Ciyue was still wearing the terrifying mask of the wolf's head in the West Desert.

Mingci shook his head more and more, "I came from the south of the Yangtze River and guarded the western border, which is my second home."

Ji Zheng asked again, "What about the capital?"

Ming Ci raised his eyes and stared at him for a long time, "The capital is just a holy place for ministers."

Ji Zheng sighed. He didn't blame Ming Ci for such a reaction. After a long pause, he could only say one sentence, "I trust the Ming family."

He knows the plot, of course he can trust it.

For the Ming family, the capital was a place of torture.

"If you want to reopen the old case to prove your innocence, I can help..."

The more Ming Ci interrupted him, he shook his head: "Okay, tonight, the minister only cares about the saint."

Ji Zheng didn't believe what he said so lightly.

"What about tomorrow night and the next night?" He said so fascinatedly, that he wanted to reach out and touch the mask of the wolf head in the Western Desert, but there were no small water waves on both sides, which made him suddenly return to his senses and withdrew his hands angrily. , the distance of this raft has now become so long and unreachable.

"Even if you really left with the Western Desert people that day, I won't blame you, maybe as they said, you belong to the desert."

"I've been carrying it all the time, aren't you tired?"

"The mask was taken from the face of the previous West Desert Wolf Lord. It was the third day when my father died in battle, and the tenth day when the barracks ran out of food. The late emperor ordered the entire army to withdraw because of the corruption case in Wuzhou, where my father worked. The thirteenth day." Mingci paused for a while, and his voice was slightly deep, "Even though the edict has been issued and the rations have been cut, the Ming family has never retreated. My father died in battle, under the iron hoof of the enemy, not wronged. He was tried and died in the prison of the people of the country. The ministers stole the food from the West Desert and killed the people of the West Desert."

More than ten days of tug-of-war, grievances, and gates of **** were all perfunctory by Ming Ci Yue with these few words.

This was the first time he mentioned the incident. After speaking, his voice calmed down again, "The Sage was still young at that time and didn't know anything, and it had nothing to do with you."

Ji Zheng thought to himself, at that time, he was not too young, but he was still a book away from Ming Ci Yue, and he was still roaring in blood after reading all the grievances outside the book.

The sense of powerlessness was even worse than when I read it at the time.

"It's Dayan who's sorry for Ming's."

The shadow of the Mingyu printed on the water surface under the moon seemed to shake violently.

Ji Zheng knew that this sentence came too late and pale.

"Then why did Xi Mo kill the frontier city after that, and you still came to rescue the late emperor on the city wall, why can't you show your loyalty?" Ji Zheng sighed, this was the question he wanted to ask when he was reading.

In terms of love and reason, even if you don't save it, what can you do? In the future, the history books will not be able to reprimand the Ming family.

"If I don't save me, what's the difference with him?"

"What about me, it's all because of loyalty?" Ji Zheng couldn't help but ask, but he stopped abruptly and shrugged, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not wrong."

Ming Ci is more silent.

The eyes that were handed over from the other side of the raft seemed to push the boat to the top of the waves and pierce Ji Zheng.

The boat really began to sway back and forth, left and right, babbling non-stop, swaying with the cold light of the river, the gentle and cruel water waves pushed him, shook him, and soothed him.

Ji Zheng was too frightened to move. He had no way of retreating, and the weight gradually leaned back, "Uncle Huang, don't come here, it's going to turn over, it's going to turn over really."

"Loyalty can only drive ministers to save people, but cannot let ministers..."

The kiss came one step ahead of the cold water. Ji Zheng was lightly clasped at the back of his neck, unable to fall or escape. He was only one step away from the surface of the water, warm above and cold below, his black hair was soaked, and the chun petals were also wet.

Only by holding your neck up and trying to stick to each other, can you plunder and grab your breath from the hazy bright moon between your teeth.

He's going to melt.

The author has something to say: the boat of family affection is overturned.

Cherish the good elopement time.

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