The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

The bows and arrows are aimed at the thousands of soldiers who have returned from their merits, the wanderers of the expedition in the homes of thousands of people in the city, and even the brothers, friends, and comrades of many defenders. More importantly, the more Ming Ci is still below, that is the only coach in the hearts of countless people in the capital, the terminator of the war, and a deified existence.

The riots in the city became more and more frequent.

Many archers' fingertips were numb, their palms sweated, but their ears were still propped up, fearing the next order.

Under the bow and arrow, there is no friendship, no distinction between high and low, only the enemy and me. The people outside the city are half a step closer to the Thunder Pond.

The veteran guard guarding the city looked around in a panic, and the expression on Gu Congyun's face changed again and again, only Ji Zheng always turned his back to the outside of the city and didn't even look at it.

The veteran wanted to step forward, but Gu Congyun asked him first, "Why didn't Ming Ciyue's team enter the city?"

"Why don't you let them into the city, say it!" His footsteps approached, toes to toes, face to face, staring at each other within a few minutes.

The layer of black veil that separates it becomes extremely useless at this moment. Ji Zheng moved his eyes, suddenly became distracted, and silently wondered whether the fire had burned this man beyond recognition and his pupils were cloudy.

In fact, Gu San led the horse for him. In fact, Gu San poured wine for him. In fact, Gu San stayed overnight for him. In fact—

"Actually, it doesn't have to be like this. Dayan is so big, I can pretend that I have nothing to do and send you out of the capital..."

"I don't!" Gu Congyun roared, staggeringly grabbed the gold embroidered mandarin duck between Ji Zheng's red collar, forcibly dragged him into the gap in the city wall, forcing him to look down , "Can you bear it?"

"Do you have the heart?" The boy blushed, leaned over from behind, whispered in his ear intermittently, gritted his teeth, "Look at him, look at him again, that's the one you have to call uncle, it's you Those who have to risk the world's rudeness, betray morals, and be greedy for ignorance of propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame, you are fooling everyone under the noses of everyone. There are actually two men sitting, a prince, a minister, an uncle, and a nephew!"

"How is it, do you still have the heart to keep him out of the city?" Gu Congyun almost clenched his teeth and said, "Is it still comfortable for the Holy Master to be served by his uncle?"

Ji Zheng opened his mouth, closed it again, moved his head slightly, and replied after a moment of silence, "It's okay."

Gu Congyun became angry with shame, his face suddenly turned crimson, he grabbed the back of his neck suddenly, and roared in a low voice, "Then let him in, he has returned from victory, he is the one that everyone expects! You haven't Can you see it? If you don't let him in today, you're a stupefied king, and you'll have to die here, with a stench for thousands of years, and your bones will be restless!"

"I am a faint-hearted monarch. I am incompetent." Ji Zheng sighed silently, rubbing his brows, "Who told you that I like to be an emperor?"

For some reason, these words stepped on Gu Congyun's tail, he took a deep breath, and suddenly burst out, his hands helplessly beat the wall in turn, on both sides of Ji Zheng, until the blood was blurred." I don't care, I want you to be the emperor, I want you to be the emperor, it's me who made your name forever, and it's me who has no worries for a lifetime!"

Suddenly, the neighing of horses cut through the sky, covering up the two voices—

The situation under the city gate suddenly changed drastically, and a small group of people couldn't wait any longer, and rushed forward first. Looking from a distance, I could only vaguely make out the leader, General Xuan Chi Fengxuan. The fierce man waved his whip high, opened his mouth wide, opened and closed, and rode a red-brown horse, leading the crowd without hindrance, like a broken bamboo.

The sky was bright and clear, and the sand and dust had evaporated, diluting the air, and even the bricks and tiles of the city walls and the ground had to be cracked.

When it was close, Ji Zheng heard it clearly, and everyone on the city wall heard it clearly, that was the cry of thousands of soldiers tore their flesh and blood, "I will fight the Western Frontier for the Holy One, and the Holy One will give me victory and return, and allow me to live in peace! "

"I went to the Western Frontier for the Holy Spirit—"

"The sage told me to return victorious, and allow me to live in peace!"

"Holy, just win, don't lose!"

It was clearly a clear sky that pierced through the dark clouds, and the sun suddenly seemed a little dazzling. Ji Zheng seemed to see a flash of thunder. It also became very slow, very slow, obviously wanting to stop the nearest bow and arrow.

In the next instant, those arrow clusters slipped away from his fingertips, pierced through the sky, and rustled down like raindrops.

Before a city gate, a mighty rain of arrows had been sprinkled on the garrison for many years. Around the soldiers who had returned from victory, they seemed to be defenseless and had no time to escape. They never thought that these arrows would come from the hands of their compatriots, and they really rushed towards them. come. Some of the war horses broke their forelimbs and threw people out, while others were pierced through the seams of their armor and bruised their arms.

"Stop—" After the first arrow, the arrows were replaced with a bow, the arrow rain stopped suddenly, and the people and horses below also tumbled to a stop, and fell into a stalemate.

Ji Zheng could actually see that Ming Ciyue was right behind them, and the whip caught Xuan Chifeng's horse's leg, causing him to fall and tumble off the horse before the arrow formation.

"Stop, stop!" he shouted, grabbing the neck of the archer beside him with one hand, "Did I let you release the arrow? Did I let you release it! Whoever shoots the arrow first will be the first to release it. arrows!"

The man was shivering, trembling and speechless, "It's them who said first...as long as the siege is...don't lose..."

Ji Zheng was so angry that his eyes were red and helpless. He didn't know what to say.

Gu Congyun returned to his senses slightly, pursed his lips and glanced at the back of the saint, sneered, turned and called the veteran beside him, pointed to the distance, and asked him to go down in a low voice, throwing all the quivers on his back. On the one hand, you can aim with a bow, but you must not act rashly.

What he wants today is Ming Ci to become more and more ruined, but this is not what he wants.

Gu Congyun paced behind Sheng Shang again, he could clearly feel the trembling of the person in front of him, the confusion and anxiety, self-blame and self-blame.

He wanted to touch his hair, but withdrew his ugly hand.

Finally, he reached under the black hair, got close to the cold skin on the back of his neck, and slowly rubbed it.

"Is it alright?" He was slightly shorter, "Okay, it's time to let them in."

"Go open the door for Uncle Huang, be good." He bit his ear and smiled, "Open the door for our uncle and let him in."

Everything is prepared downstairs, leading troops into the city, being clothed in imperial robes, Ming Ciyue is the first person in the Dayan Dynasty, who is the first person of the Dayan Dynasty, who has high power and ambition, who seeks to usurp the throne and is captured on the spot, what is His Royal Highness King Jing? Marshal God of War, he is a prisoner who has been infamous for thousands of years - the most suitable ending for him.

Gu Congyun didn't get a reply, he just stared at the soft hair infatuatedly, and then his eyes jumped and fell under the city wall, and a small black dot moved here.

Gu Congyun's smile froze.

Ming Ci Yue was alone, and once again stepped into the range of the arrow rain, he raised his hands without warning, the bow and arrow suddenly tightened, and the sound of sparks bursting in the air was almost audible.

But he just wanted to show that there was nothing in his hand, the red ying long spear and the black iron goose ling knife had long been left behind. As he walked slowly forward, he took off the short knife, dagger, and then the armor.

The defender who was loyal to his duty could have made everyone tense. At this moment, the siege was clearly speaking, and even if he came with his bare hands, it would be enough to make everyone tremble.

Gu Congyun also tense up instinctively, and his subordinates changed from rubbing to pinching.

In Ji Zheng's line of sight, Ming Ci was getting closer and clearer and clearer. He was at a loss and anxiously to catch Uncle Huang's line of sight. When his eyes were rolling around, he finally found a four eye contact, and he blinked. , blinked again.

[Don't go into the city, don't come over, don't…]

[If you can really hear, even if you can hear a little bit, no, please, come, come...]

Ming Ci smiled at him, and slowed down in response.

"What are you looking at!" Gu Congyun grabbed the back of his neck violently, forcing him to raise his head, "He's not wearing armor now, and he's almost under the city gate, hurry up! Choose an ending for him! Whether it is to be an arrow target to smash corpses outside the city, or to bring soldiers into the city in a dashing manner, to be captured in an imperial robe, to be a victim or to be a hero, whatever you say, don’t let your uncle die without resting your eyes!”

Ji Zheng inhaled sharply, the muscles around his waist tightened, and he suddenly realized that a sharp touch had come close to his lower waist through the cover of the wedding dress, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

He didn't say a word, and slammed back against the sharp!

Gu Congyun was startled, his reaction was quick, and he immediately retracted his back, breaking out in a cold sweat, "I'll let you choose! Choose!" "Why don't you choose! For him, you don't want the throne, don't you want your life?!"

This sound immediately attracted the attention of the city guards, who just saw that the man was so close to the saint and did not respond. They only regarded this man as a close guard in disguise. At this moment, all the arrows turned their directions, and attacked from all directions. Surrounded by the two of them.

Gu Congyun was sobbing, his face was covered in tears, his hat was wet from crying, he was crying with grief and embarrassment, but he was just like a young master who was reprimanded and beaten by Yan's father after returning from school, helpless and harmless. This made everyone around stand still, not daring to step forward, even Ming Ci Yue under the city wall raised his head and stopped.

Gu Congyun turned a deaf ear, as if he was unaware of the surrounding arrow formations, he only hugged his little sage from behind tightly, as if he wanted to rub someone into his body, and then buried his head in front of him. The man's neck was silent and motionless.

And between the two bodies that embraced each other, the short sword was still standing, with one edge facing him and the other pilgrimage.

The surrounding archers had nowhere to aim for a while, and the distance was so close, I was afraid that an arrow would pierce the holy man and the scoundrel together.

half an hour.

Ji Zheng reached out and patted the drooping top of his face, "Gu Congyun."

Gu Congyun raised his head abruptly, and laughed almost instantly, "Yes, I am."

He pressed his face close to him, and then became nervous again, "Are you angry, is the saint angry with me?"

"No." Ji Zheng said lightly.

"Why don't I give you another choice, kiss me, just once, and I'll let Mingciyue go." Gu Congyun closed his eyes, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes, his lips on the side of Ji Zheng's neck Lingering and rubbing, he murmured in a hoarse voice, "Come here...Come here and kiss me."

Ji Zheng never moved, not even turning his head back.

"Then let me kiss you, I'll come, I'll kiss you..."

The person in his arms, regardless of the sharpness behind him, dodged clearly again.

"It's just a kiss, do you still kiss him less?" Gu Congyun suddenly opened his eyes, the two edges of the dagger cut through the clothes of the two at the same time, sticking to the flesh and blood, "Don't you want to die?!"

Ji Zheng sighed: "It's not about a kiss, listen to me, I'm not..."

"It's just a kiss, it's just a kiss!" Gu Congyun choked desperately, his eyes were red and blood was dripping, he cried and laughed, more ugly than crying, "I changed my mind, Don't you like being the emperor? It's okay, it's okay, I'll take you away, you'll come with me, I won't force you to be the master, don't be peaceful, prosperous and famous for eternity, you think that your uncle can leave the throne to him. , we let go, we all let go."

"Relax." Ji Zheng let out a long sigh and patted his hand in a compromising manner, "I can't turn my head, how can I..."

Gu Congyun turned his head to the side in anticipation with joy and bent his eyes: "I don't want anything, I just want you..."

The wind breaks the sky-

He heard the gust of wind that pierced his eardrums, opened his eyes blankly, touched the side of his neck, lowered his head, only to realize that the veil floating there was gone, and only a long arrow was left.

It was one from under the city walls.

Fang Cai Jizheng never looked back, his eyes followed Ming Ci Yue's eyes, and the electric light flint seized the opportunity to turn away, and it was at that moment that Ming Ci under the city wall instantly picked up the discarded objects on the ground. Feather arrow and longbow, stepping on the cracks of the bricks, stepping on the city gate halfway down, leaped upwards, aiming with their bows.

Every minute and second, they cooperated tacitly, just like the day when they rode together to compete with each other.

However, Ji Zheng has been able to confirm this time, this is not a coincidence, nor is it a tacit understanding.

The arrow missed the key point, and it didn't kill him, just let the blood drip down one by one. Gu Congyun's movements were extremely exaggerated and his arms were wide open, staring blankly at the person in front of him and immediately fled away. The arrow just pierced through his veil and brought the hat to the ground, exposing the scarred and rugged face in the fire.

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, but no one realized that this was the King Jing who was the best in the capital back then.

He slowly walked around to Ji Zheng and bent down.

"Assassin, dangerous!" Someone shouted, and countless arrows shot in his direction.

Gu Congyun just picked up the hat, put it on, closed the veil, and covered his face, and then raised his head to face Ji Zheng.

Ji Zheng only finished the half of the sentence he had not finished: "I'm not Ji Chaoming, you made a mistake, I'm sorry."

Gu Congyun probably heard it, but it seemed like he didn't. He shook his head gently, and slowly lay down on his back along the walls, the wind lifted a corner of the yarn, and by the way, a little smile was lifted.

Ji Zheng blankly recalled that the clothes he was wearing today were red.

When Gu Congyun came, he praised him as the prettiest in red - "Celebrate and auspicious, it really fits the occasion."

"Don't look at it, it's over." Ming Ciyue grabbed the wall with a five-claw hook, turned over and jumped up, standing in front of the little saint, covering his eyes with his hands.

He looked down at the few people who were clearly leading the commotion in front of the gate of the city, and the guards who were waiting in the distance with their weapons.

Ji Zheng ordered to open the city gate first and welcome the soldiers home, so the city gate slowly opened.

But at the same time, I don’t know who in the city broke through the siege first, and the flow of people rushed towards this end like a flood out of the gate. , I don't even know that the mastermind is dead, but when he saw Ming Ciyue, he subconsciously rushed forward according to the plan and forced him to put on a dragon robe.

Mingci raised his hand and slashed over the dragon robe first, and turned his back on the guest. Under the astonished expressions on the faces of the few people, he turned his hand over the saint's upper body and knelt down, "It's the minister who came to rescue him..." Kneeling down, a pair of green onion-like hands stretched out from under the red silk and forcibly dragged his arm.

"No need." Ji Zheng took off the dragon robe and put it in his arms at will, motioning Ming Ciyue to look down with him.

There are countless people in the city who have picked up their own expedition Erlang. They only know that Ming Ci Yue led them to victory in a hundred battles. They only saw that Ming Ming arrived at the door of the house, but all these soldiers were seriously injured. They hugged and cried together as a family. They fell on their knees and bowed in tears, but they shouted loudly, all of them were: "Your Highness, Chisui, handsome!"

"What does it have to do with me?" Mingci frowned more and more, unwilling to pay attention, only turned his head.

"Why has nothing to do with you?" Ji Zheng laughed at him, then raised his hand and squeezed his chin, making him lower his head to meet his own eyes.

[“Uncle Huang can always hear my heart, right?”]

Ming Ci Yue's expression remained calm and indifferent, but his whole body shook slightly.

Ji Zheng is more certain now, he clearly looked at his silhouette in those pupils, ["When did it start? What have you heard? Is it that many of your emotions are disturbed by this? If You wouldn't be without this..."]

The thoughts in his mind were complicated, and countless questions and emotions rushed up, but he suddenly stopped the car, because he suddenly realized that every time he looked at each other, he was transparent and naked in front of the uncle's eyes.

Damn it!

Ji Zheng lowered his head.

"It's the minister's sin that deserves ten thousand death! The minister has already found a way to understand Gu when he entered the Western Desert this time, and he will be able to do it right away..."

"It's okay." Sheng Shang raised his hand to cover his mouth and smiled awkwardly, "...you heard it all, don't worry about it, anyway, there won't be many opportunities in the future."

Opportunities are running out...what does that mean?

Ming Ci's eyes slid more and more, desperately trying to carve the young emperor with a red face and jade face into his mind. He rarely hung a trace of embarrassment on the ground, as if he was the one who was seen through and offended.

He imagined countless debunked scenarios, but none like this one. He would rather the saint be angry, beat him, scold him and expel him, than push him away so calmly.

Sheng Shang's mouth opened and closed in front of him, and a familiar voice was explaining something he couldn't understand, "Actually, here is an analogy to a page or a play, everyone is a different character. But the original In the Taiwanese scriptures, Dayan is at its peak, the capital is singing and dancing, and there will be no difficulties in the western region, there will not be so many living beings, there will not be so many starving and dying, and no one will go astray and die."

"And the premise of these is that Emperor Yanming ascended the throne, the people's hearts and expectations, and he ruled for thirty-seven years."

Ming Ci Yue seemed to be wrapped in layers of low-pressure dense fog, and the whole person was frozen in a vacuum of dead air, with no expression on his face.

Until Ji Zheng pulled the five-claw hook on his waist, strenuously tied his wrist with a rope, stretched to his head and lowered his head, the hemp rope was stabbed into the thin flesh, a circle of red marks.

Only then did Ming Ciyue return to his senses, only to see the boy tied by his wrists, half-lifting his eyelids, slightly raising the corners of his slender, red eyes, his eyelashes were thick and black, his whole body was red and white, like a branch with a core red apricots.

It was fatal!

He held his breath for a moment, and watched the beaded lips slowly opening and closing, "I will retreat to you today, the Holy One, and I can tie the sinner back to your mansion, forever and ever, indefinitely qiu. That."

Ming Ci Yue's eyes sank, and he sank again, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his voice was hoarse with love and infatuation.

"it is good."

The author has something to say: two people who chatted at the wrong frequency—

Ji Zheng: Really? Really, can I finally retire? (Washing hands excitedly

Ming Ci Yue: Really? Really, can you finally fuck? (smiles)

In fact, Gu San's opening speech was all beep-silence... The original version can't be changed beyond recognition. It's too hard for me to cry, and some typos should be understood. Gu San is off the assembly line, Liao, goodbye in the special episode, a few chapters in advance of the main text and finally, really, it's almost over! !