The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent, and when they raised their heads, they caught a glimpse of the Emperor's anger, with a sarcastic face hanging from the corner of his mouth, and they all quickly turned their eyes away and cast sympathetic glances at His Royal Highness King Jing, the protagonist of the incident.

Straw mats are laid in the outer hall, several people take turns to rest, shift shifts to watch the night, and are responsible for chores such as the emperor's wake up at night and other chores.

Even if the emperor had made King Jing a bodyguard and asked him to guard the harem, he was still a commander after all, and he didn't need to stand guard at night in person. Moreover, the imperial army patrolling with a knife and the **** lying on the straw mat are two different status images.

Everyone knows that the emperor is very disgusted with this alien born, both civil and military, and the amazing and talented Uncle Tianjiang, but he did not expect that he would be able to abandon the face of the royal family and carry out such humiliation in public.

Why did the sage target King Jing like this?

Just because the force of rubbing the waist and pushing the medicine is too heavy? But King Jing didn't just save Sheng Shang's life from the water's edge.

Li Ruhai rolled his eyes: "Is it because the servants of the Holy High are not serving you well? For things like the night watch, a few servants in the palace are scrambling every day to be on duty. If they are willing to go to work in front of the Holy High Hall, it is better to give them to them. a chance."

The big **** said this nonsense without changing his face and heart, and the little sage was violent and troubled. Every night, he would make fun of the vigil. Every day, the people on duty in the internal examination province were crying and mournful as if they were going to the grave.

"You have served them well, but everyone knows that Uncle Huang is talented and quick-witted, so he must be able to serve better." Ji Zheng raised his lips, speaking to Li Ruhai, but his eyes looked straight at Ming Ciyue .

There was another silence, and Ming Ci took his life with a salutation, without any superfluous expressions.

Li Ying opened her mouth and wanted to say more, but Ji Zheng preemptively refused to go back on the pretext that the elders were here tonight and it was inconvenient to let him stay overnight.

This is the real purpose of Ji Zheng's leaving Ming Ciyue, not to leave Li Ying any chance of poisoning and assassination, and incidentally, he can also improve the character performance in public and give the protagonist a wave of hatred.

That night, Ji Zheng slept tortuously and restlessly.

There was a faint sound of footsteps by the window. Ji Zheng suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his sleep. Thinking of what happened to Li Ying tonight, his heart was choked, and he shrank in the quilt and did not dare to move. The branches floating under the moonlight, there is nothing else.

He hurriedly stood up, rubbed his eyes, and saw nothing.

Perhaps he was tense, and the grass and trees were all soldiers.

Just as Ji Zheng was about to lie down again, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the gap between the soft tent and the spun yarn. The candles were extinguished, and the light and shadow of the outer hall was ambiguous. Ming Ci stood upright, standing beside the straw mat. It means to take a break. His whole body muscles were tense, and his shoulder bones and spine were outlined in a beautiful shape by the close-fitting black clothes.

Does he really not rest?

"Uncle Huang?" Ji Zheng whispered tentatively.

The sound spread like ripples in the empty golden and jade hall, and it fell into the deep sea without any echo.

Just when Ji Zheng thought he would not get a reply, Ming Ci Yue just fell asleep standing up.

A low tone.

"The minister is here."

Ji Zheng thought he was hallucinating.

"I want to defecate?" Ji Zheng deliberately tried to bully again with such pickled things.

"I have come to serve the Holy Lord."

This time is definitely not an illusion, the heavy echo of the cloth boots stepping on the golden nanmu is getting closer and closer, step by step up the steps, entering the soft tent, and approaching.

No, really? He can't do such beastly things.

Ji Zheng was cowardly all of a sudden, obviously he was the first to flirt, but at this moment he suddenly wrapped the small quilt tightly, closing the bed curtain tightly in his hand.

"Don't come here, I don't want it anymore!"

"Your Highness?" Hesitantly stopped in place for a while, "This matter is normal, restraint... is not conducive to the health of the dragon."

Ji Zheng reacted slowly, the more Ming Ci was trying to persuade him not to be shy, holding back would be bad for the kidneys.

Your kidneys are not good!

If it wasn't for the fake death medicine being frightened away by this man, why would he suffer such grievances in the middle of the night.

"No, no more, if I say no, I don't want it!" Ji Zheng raised his voice and threatened, "Hurry up and break into the inner hall at night, count you. assassinate!"

The more Mingci looked up, the light and translucent golden silk brocade curtain was clearly trembling gently under the dim palace lantern.

This time, he didn't insist, he turned back to the straw mat in the outer hall, heaved a sigh of relief, held his sword back and stood firm, staring at the ochre-colored hall door motionless.

Ji Zheng heard the footsteps go away again, relaxed, lifted up the curtain, and watched the figure stand silently like a stone statue.

After this battle, the little sage stood on the dragon couch, tossing and turning, no matter how hard it was to fall asleep, his eyelids were heavy, but his mind was too awake, and he was directly guarded to the sky with fish belly white.

At three o'clock, Ming Ciyue returned to the inner hall again, knelt respectfully outside the curtain, and called the emperor to stand up.

He thought it would be difficult to wake up, but to his surprise, as soon as he made a sound, Xiao Tianzi bounced off the bed and sat up, opened the bed curtain by himself and looked at him.

"Uncle, did you sleep well last night?"

Ming Ci replied more and more: "It's still good."

"Huh?" Ji Zheng didn't forget his goal and deliberately stimulated him, "If you want to sleep on a straw mat, you must not be comfortable with a dragon couch."

Subtext, Uncle Huang quickly usurp the throne and feel it.

Ming Ci Yue looked at the bluish eyes of the saint, and then looked at Jin Gui's soft dragon couch, and fell silent.

Ji Zheng was displeased. The person in front of him was Ming Ciyue, whose heart was higher than the sky. How could the future regent, the new emperor of Yan Ming, be bullied now and have no response, as if he had punched cotton with a punch. Can't afford the slightest bit of his rebellious heart.

All the servants of the palace were dispersed last night, because the task of serving the changing clothes also fell on Ming Ciyue.

Ji Zheng stretched out his arms and legs while looking down at Ming Ciyue who was half-kneeling in front of him.

The pair of blood-stained hands that once held the sword to defend the country and fought to kill the enemy were now tying the belt for him, arranging the placket, and the long fingers with distinct joints flew back and forth, inadvertently rubbing against the exposed skin on the neck.

It was so cold, Ji Zheng hid.

Ming Ciyue's movements were obviously paused, and then resumed, being more careful to avoid touching.

Ji Zheng finally couldn't bear it any longer: "You didn't complain about me and speak ill of me in your heart?"

Ming Ci was silent for a moment: "The Holy One is the Holy One."

Ji Zheng understood this time, a little helpless. Co-authoring Ming Ci is passively ignoring, and doesn't care if he doesn't respond to all the willful and evil deeds of the little emperor. He looked at the future emperor, as if he saw a pool of gentle stagnant water, and he could not see the end at a glance.

"It's good to know." Ji Zheng had to act again, his face sank, he threw his sleeves out of Ming Ciyue's hands, raised his head and walked out of the inner hall.

The low back pain still hasn't eased, plus the tossing and turning on the golden jade soft couch last night, it seems that there are still signs of aggravation.

This was the first time he had gotten up early to go to court in many days of Chuanshu, in order to prove that his waist was healthy, his limbs healthy, and his dragon body was healthy, so that the courtiers and assassins who were just about to move below could take their minds.

It's hard to be a tyrant, and it's even harder to be a tyrant who thinks about salted fish.

Ji Zheng's face was as delicate as a painting, and he walked with his hands behind his back.

The appearance of such a young emperor of Zhilan Yushu caused all the people in the palace to take the risk of arrogance and offense, and couldn't help but look up and look again.

It's just that they couldn't see that the hand on the back of the saint was still secretly supporting his waist.

As soon as the door of the palace was opened, Ji Zheng was stunned and turned to look at Li Ruhai, who was waiting by the door with a smile on his face, "This is..."

The two columns in front of them were lined up, and a group of attendants were carrying large and small red lacquer cages. Seeing that the Holy Master opened the door, they carried them into the hall one after another, put the burdens, and opened the lids of the boxes. Inside, there were a variety of golden treasures of various colors. What came out.

Li Ruhai thought that the sage wanted to hear the introduction, so he cleared his throat, "Wu'an Marquis House, a pair of golden velvet antlers, Prime Minister Li's house, a box of Western ginseng, Pingyuan Prime Minister's House, a bottle of Yanyang Dan, General Xuan's House, a tiger whip medicinal wine …”

"Wait." Ji Zheng's heart sank as he listened, and he turned his head little by little, "I...the hurt thing has been passed out of the palace by you?"

This is also normal. Which noble mansion in the capital does not buy a few palace maids and eunuchs in the palace. However, the flattery and salute were done so quickly and ruthlessly, and it seemed that it was in response to the original owner's taste for extravagance and pleasure. It seemed that such a court was hopeless.

"That's not possible." Li Ruhai had a deep smile on his face that did good deeds without leaving his name, "It must be that the noble people from all walks of life are thinking about the grace of the Holy One, caring about the health of the dragon, and they will immediately give you good things when they get them, like this. The affection of the monarch and the minister really makes people feel that I am Dayan..."

Ji Zheng slapped Li Ruhai's waist with a palm, "What you said is that I have a waist injury or a kidney injury!"

"This..." Last night, most of the people in the palace ate melons and didn't eat all of them. When they saw the sage, covering their waists and seeing the concubine, they made up their minds and quickly sold it as gossip.

Overnight, the news of Shengshang's deficiency of kidney yang filled the entire Great Yanjing City.

"Okay, you are in charge of your father-in-law, can't you see what I'm hurting? You guys are looking forward to my kidney failure, right!" Ji Zheng paused, then returned to the key point and said sharply, "Last night, I was with my son when I was with him outside the palace gate. All the palace guards who have an intersection will find them out for me!"

He wanted to take advantage of this time to pull out a batch of those little thorns that were buried in front of his eyes without pain or itching.

Li Ruhai was stunned, a little confused, didn't the saints like to receive gifts in the past?

"Since you all said that I'm not in good health, then go to whoever loves me this morning, I'm resting!" The emperor flew and kicked the door, and the door frame hit the bridge of Eunuch Li's nose.

What are you doing! Thanks to his diligence and diligence, he pretended to get up early to go to work. Who would have thought that the entire court would find a good reason for him to ask for sick leave.

When Ji Zheng was angry, he became a Buddha again, and he was peaceful. Facts have proved that he is not capable of wit and scheming, and it is better to relax and enjoy lying down.

Ming Ciyue was also locked out of the door by the Son of Heaven. He looked at the temple door for a while, and couldn't help but hook his lower lip.

How could the sage suddenly change **** and take the initiative to get up early to go to court?

Han Cheng was standing not far away, dressed in a low-key bodyguard attire, and Prince Jing's mansion naturally gave gifts this time, and he was responsible for escorting them in.

Han Cheng hurried up to greet him, his face full of worry: "His Royal Highness, last night..."

"Did you set up outside the Yanfu Palace last night?" Ming Ci Yue glanced at him and asked first.

Han Cheng nodded in response, "What a good time last night, it happened that he was squeamish and sick again."

Squeamish and sick? Ming Ci Yue suddenly recalled that thin waist, frowned, and the usual warmth was lost in his words, "It's not the time, next time I don't order, the rash people will be eliminated."

Han Cheng was still worried: "The little emperor has a stubborn temper. He kept you in the palace to humiliate him. He didn't do anything to you. We stayed outside the palace and thought about being with you. If it's serious, we must..."

This is not the first time that Ming Ciyue has been kept in the palace by the emperor to change his clothes. The last time was the day of the emperor's enthronement ceremony.

His hands were too cold that day, and the dragon's body was cold, and the saint changed his face instantly and pinched his jaw.

"Uncle, just kneel in the apse. Kneel until the end of the ceremony. I don't need you for the coronation ceremony, and the court doesn't need you either."

The Son of Heaven's wrist was so slender and tender that it fell into his palm, as if it would break if it was broken.

But what happened to the sage today, he was still as arrogant and arrogant as he was familiar with, but he just asked him out loud, did he have any resentment in his heart?

"His Royal Highness?" Han Cheng called out when he saw that he was distracted, "Did the emperor treat you again..."

"No." Mingci shook his head.

What can such a weak and beautiful body do to him? he thinks.

But he was so embarrassed that he didn't even want to ask him to serve at night.

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