The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Ji Zheng vaguely felt that something was wrong. After finishing his business, he left the teahouse in Nan'an Lane, turned around and went back to his home in Xigu Lane. It was a small courtyard he rented with two entrances and two exits. Hidden and quiet.

Along the way, he always felt cold behind his back, and the wind was blowing. He has been in the same room with the dark guards in the palace for too long. This feeling is too familiar. If he wants to go to Jiangnan and come after him, there is no reason for the current ruler not to send someone to follow him in advance and find out about him. address whereabouts.

He is still the only emperor's blood in the world. If he does not become a thing in the palm of his hand, a bird in prison, the throne of Ming Ciyue will not be stable for a day.

Ji Zheng knew this very well, and when he arrived at the door, he turned his footsteps and stepped into the courtyard next door.

"Elder sister, I can't take this room anymore, keep the deposit and refund the rent." As he walked inside, he whispered lamely in Wuzhou dialect.

He originally wanted to rent this house for a whole year, and the mortgage he paid was by no means a small sum.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Zheng listened to a conversation in Wu language that he could not understand from the main room. The figure of a man pushed a few boxes of snow-white silver stacked high in front of him. Before he had time to stop him, he saw the mistress laughing with a wrinkled face, and her family members carried the money down like a mad rush.

The woman found him first and waved with a smile.

The man turned back, it was Yuan Ming. He carefully stared at the young man who was as tall as him, and spent a very slow and long time in a daze, frowning, squinting, and then tentatively blurted out: "Saint..."

The young man flew over with an eye knife, even though his body was ripped and his eyebrows stretched, his expression was still arrogant and irritable, no different from the little sage who kicked the inner servant in the court back then.

Yuan Ming suddenly changed his words and nodded affirmatively: "Brother left, my little son."

Ji Zheng went straight to the point and changed his mind: "Grandma, I don't want to rent the house anymore, I'll refund the rent and the mortgage."

The woman laughed angrily and said, "Your uncle has already paid you ten years' rent, how can you say you want to retire?"

Before Yuan Ming could defend himself, the woman came up and chased the two of them together, winked and said, "Don't be angry with your family, your uncle will come back to stay with you for a while, and you can live in Wuzhou to do business. ."

Yuan Ming laughed angrily: "It's said that I'm just a servant, my palace... The palace master is his uncle."

Ji Zheng ignored it, didn't look at Yuan Ming with a blank face, just insisted on resigning, at least the ten-year lease must be revoked. At the end of the quarrel, he couldn't bear to say: "The roof of the west wing will have a cool breeze, so there must be some loopholes. It's approaching the rainy season, how can we live when it leaks?"

Hearing this, the woman suddenly got angry and insisted on dragging Ji Zheng and Yuan Ming to the house for inspection.

Ji Zheng could not argue, but she was dragged to the door of her own courtyard. No one came to greet him. The courtyard door was opened by the wind, and you could see the innermost part of the main hall at a glance. A line, sitting on the Eight Immortals chair facing the door, half asleep and half awake.

In the afternoon, the hot wind smashed the pear flowers to the ground and rolled them back in the courtyard. Before that, Ji Zheng had never noticed that there were flowers in his yard.

The flowers are good, but the color is not auspicious. The pear flowers, like the conspicuous strips of cloth on Ming Ci Yue's eyes, are pale and annoying.

The man obviously didn't notice the arrival of the outsider, and he was still calm, a little morbidly calm.

This made Ji Zheng suddenly think of the first time he saw Ming Ciyue and saw the piece of jade that was hidden from the front. He thought that sending him fire, sending him to the throne, letting him temper it, and letting him rule the world would make Mingci more majestic. Let it go, it's radiant.

It's only been three years of his career in the court, but when Ji Zheng looked at him again, he was still gentle and peaceful, but suddenly he thought of the pebbles on the coast and the sword with the curling edge.

For the first time, he clearly realized the existence of time in the uncle of the emperor, the more Mingci is older than him, seven years old? How much is it now, twenty-nine? Or is it the year of its establishment.

He suddenly realized that the more Ming Ci will get old, and so will he.

Thousands of thoughts were rolling through his mind, Ji Zheng had an idea now, he really wanted to go up and grab the rag to see if Ming Ci was really stupid enough to hurt his eyes.

"This is...?" The woman asked him quietly, apparently losing the aggressive momentum she had just now.

My Highness, or my lover?

No matter how you called it, Ji Zheng had to answer: "Well, my uncle."

The man seemed startled by the sound of the conversation, he raised his head abruptly and followed the sound to look here, immediately calmed down, and stood up to greet him.

The woman went up with a smile, and it was another obscure Wuzhou dialect. Yuanming lowered his head and reported something to him, and also subconsciously used Wuzhou dialect.

Ji Zheng was excluded, and only then did he realize that Wuzhou was the hometown of Ming Ciyue, and was once the place where the Ming Dynasty ruled.

Here, only he is a stranger.

"Sorry, let's talk in Mandarin." Ming Ci smiled more gently, without the slightest pretence of proclaiming himself a king.

The woman glanced at Ji Zheng and reacted, Nahan said, "Does the young master understand Wuzhou dialect?"

"He was born and raised in the capital, and I don't have much time with him." Ming Ci paused, "He is not familiar with Wuzhou, and I will bother you to help in the future."

The woman nodded, thoughtfully: "Are you married?"

Ji Zheng lowered his head and said nothing.

For the first time, the man used the attitude of an elder to pull him in front of him, pressed his shoulders, and said with a low voice with a smile: "It's done. My children are born early, get married first, and then start a career."

As soon as Ji Zheng leaned back, he could rub against his unstained lower jaw, and it was thorny, which made Ji Zheng suddenly realize that in the three years since he left Ming Ciyue, he has really grown a lot, a lot. If there was no accident, he could have raised his head slightly and stared into Ming Ci Yue's eyes, and he could have easily kissed without tiptoeing.

if nothing unexpected happened.

The woman smiled again, smiling vigorously, "I asked you, I didn't ask him."

Mingci paused.

Ji Zheng took the lead to answer for him, with a strong hostility, "It's done, it's done, don't worry about it."

Ming Ci Yue just smiled, lowered his head and smiled at him with the spring breeze.

The woman looked at it, and her heart was full of doubts. Where is this uncle and nephew who have not been with each other for a long time, this is clearly a pair of people who depend on each other, a family. All blame that smile is too gentle, too spoiled.

Why is it that a blind man who is covered with a cloth will have love in his eyes, only to make everyone else become dumb dumb and drunk to death.

"It's pitiful to hear that the young master said that his parents left early..." The woman took another look and sighed, "Auntie is like a mother, so let the room take care of you more, and you can't leave your mother for upbringing."

She paused, then added, "If one is not enough, just find a few more, for the sake of your little son."

The more she talked, the darker the boy's face became, and she stiffly squeezed out a few words: "One, enough."

The woman frowned: "What's the matter, isn't your aunt treating you well?"

"good very good."

"That is…"

The woman suddenly laughed again, "Why, you can't bear your uncle even after getting married so much, you can't depend on others for the rest of your life."

Ji Zheng's face was so blue that he couldn't say a word, Yuan Mingqiang held back a smile and said to take her to get the remaining silver taels, and the talent left with a face like a spring breeze.

As soon as the two of them walked away, Ji Zheng hurried up to close the door, Ming Ciyue's voice came from behind, and he also laughed, "My nephew, are you still satisfied with my aunt?"

Ji Zheng bit his lip and lowered his head, with a slam, the door was closed, the sunlight and wind flowers outside disappeared, and the room instantly became dim and silent, but Ming Ci Yue might not feel it there.

The atmosphere between the two fell silent again, and Ming Ci Yue returned to that humble and estranged state.

What happened to the eyes, what happened to the eyes? Obviously there is no need to do this if we don't meet each other. Mingming Liying is just talking nonsense and making up nonsense. Obviously there is no such thing in the story...

His heart turned upside down, and his stomach cramped, his whole body swayed slightly in place, he finally opened his mouth, but he wanted to escape, so plain, plain and cowardly, greeted him: "Uncle is here to see? Why? Don't tell me sooner."

"Well, I didn't expect to meet you on the way this time." Mingci replied more seriously, "Next time, next time, I will inform the sage in advance."

Ji Zheng walked over calmly, and stumbled over a flowerpot with one foot.

next time? When is the next time, if you take him back to Beijing once, how can there be another time.

"What do you do with so much money to rent this dilapidated yard, and rent it for ten years..." He thought of this and sighed, smacking his lips, "I am afraid that ten years' rent is more expensive than buying three or five rooms in this yard."

"It's nothing, it's much cheaper than building a palace here." Ming Ci smiled more, and then pondered, "Rent for ten years, ten years..."

"Maybe the saint will go back after ten years. Whether it is ten years or twenty years, there is always something to look forward to. I'm afraid that if I buy this yard, I won't have to wait."

"Is uncle thirsty?" Ji Zheng interrupted in a panic, "I'll pour you some tea."

Unexpectedly, Mingci got up one step ahead of him, "It's the minister who should go down to the sage."

The teapot and teapot were clearly on the table of the Eight Immortals by Ming Ciyue's hand, but Ji Zheng saw him get up and grope, pushing away the screen to go to the inner room. I am afraid this is not only the loss of vision, but also the feeling of inner strength of martial arts practitioners. disappearing response.

His heart suddenly froze for a while, he took a step too late, and watched helplessly as he entered the inner room, "Don't..."

The screen was wide open, as if he had completely exposed his three years to the sun.

He is an emperor, what did Xiaoyao do in the mountains and rivers when he left the court? Passing through the western Xinjiang, he saw Zhang Hao's wolf skin in the hands of the herdsmen, and then went to Beishan, where he took a fancy to a golden brown horsewhip. The moment he swung it down, it split the sky, and then turned to South Vietnam. Found a Dodo silver machete...

Ming Ci Yue's birthday congratulations on the twenty-seventh, the congratulations on the arrival of the throne, the twenty-eighth congratulations, the congratulations on the westward expansion of the territory... Often, the purse starts to move on its own before the brain can react.

He also secretly chose the finest silk and satin fabrics, dyed them bright yellow, and could not ask someone to embroider the dragon totem, so he thought about the embroidery by himself.

He looked at the mountains and rivers, and he was carefree but not unrestrained.

Right now, Ji Zheng seems to be publicly executed. Ming Ciyue stays in this treasure house and gift house that he built by himself, surrounded by wrappings. On the wall behind him, there are several large animal skin cloaks with wide shoulders and narrow waist. There are machetes. As long as he stretched out his hand at will, he could expose Ji Zheng, the decency and calm that he forcibly put on.

But Ming Ci is still invisible, making Ji Zheng unable to stop the defense.

"Just stand there and don't move, the water is too hot, it's just boiled, your eyes..." When it comes to this Ji Zheng, he can't talk anymore, he just goes over silently, and takes the broken tea leaves from the damp paper bag , move slowly.

"I heard that you didn't ascend the throne, and you pretended to put me in a golden coffin, why?" he asked.

"The court needs a saint, and the world needs a saint."

"Tell the truth."

The man was silent for a while, "The palace is still your home. If I ascend the throne, the saint will not be able to go home."

"I need it too," he said in a low voice to himself.

Ji Zheng didn't look back and continued to make his tea, "If I insist on not returning."

He couldn't wait for a reply for a long time, and laughed at himself, saying that he was more like that kind of character. Since it was a surefire way to catch someone, it would give him this option.

"It doesn't matter if you don't go back, the courtyard for the past ten years is also your home." The man hoarse.

"I won't bother you... but at least let me know that there is a place in the world where I can find you."

The boiling water overflowed from the rim of the cup, and the lost youth jumped in shock, Ming Ci's expression tightened, and he raised his head subconsciously and was about to step up, but he frowned and slowly retracted his hand, standing in place.

Ji Zheng didn't notice his movements behind him, he just pulled back his hand, put his red-splattered fingertips to his lips, and scolded himself for being blind, too.

It didn't take long for Yuan Ming to come back, and the little healer also came back. Ji Zheng didn't intend to keep anyone, so he got up and pretended to see off. In the past three years, he has lived like a duck in water, and he has done his best. He has not experienced such a humiliating day in a long time.

If he wants to send it, Ming Ci Yue will not stay.

Ji Zheng watched him hold the door frame, raised his robe and stepped over the threshold. He couldn't hold back, and asked Yuan Ming casually, "His Royal Highness is busy in Jiangnan this time... Can you arrange a place to live?"

Yuan Ming touched the back of his head, "Where else can you live with your Highness's status? You don't feel relieved if you live in a normal courtyard inn. For fear of being exposed, you can only go to his own Ming family ancestral house..."

Ming's ancestral home?

Mingfu still maintains the appearance of being raided that year. Even if it is grieved and the seal is lifted, it will still be fragmented and overgrown with weeds.

On the day when the house was raided, Ming Ciyue fought on the frontier and never returned, but now this extremely talented official, go back and let him see what the bones of his family have turned white and the rotten grass is a firefly.

Ji Zheng didn't answer the words, just closed the door silently, leaning on the door and thinking for a while.

In the end, he made up his mind to clench his fist, and hurriedly went out to chase after him, "Hey-wait."

As soon as the door opened, Yuan Ming leaned against the door frame and waited for him with a smile. Ming Ci Yue stood in the courtyard, blindly admiring the flowers, and his long hair was dyed.

He looked at Bai at the other end, and thought, terrifying, sooner or later he will cut down the pear tree by its roots.

Ji Zheng promised to let a few of them stay together with their entourage, but on one condition, Ming Ci Yue lived in the main hall, and he went to live in the wing room, whether it was entertaining the emperor or the prince, there was no reason for anyone to live in a side room.

Of course, there is no reason to live in one room.

On the eve of Qingming Festival, it was night, and it was a night of spring rain of pear blossoms.

Ji Zheng stayed in this west wing for the first time. He didn't even recognize the bed. He was wrapped in a quilt and listened to the rain hitting the window.

First tick, tick, tiny drops of water. Ji Zheng was in a daze, turned over and snorted a few times.

It didn't take long for the water droplets to become water lines, pattering, pouring on the edge of his bed and hitting the edge of the pillow.

Wet and cold, he opened a slit slightly and stretched out the tip of his tongue to catch it, salty and astringent, oh, the roof leaked.

Fortunately, it is not leaking.

He was extremely tired, too lazy to toss and take care of himself, and lived reluctantly, like a snake frozen in the spring, slender, curled up in a coma in the rain.

After only a moment, the rain stopped. The stop was so sudden that Ji Zheng couldn't help squinting to look at the roof.

But he couldn't see the roof, an oil-paper umbrella as light as black wings was propped above his head.

The man stood silently by the bed, holding an umbrella, staring at him blindly.

Ji Zheng didn't want to wake up, so he was silent for a moment, tucked his knees with his hands, and curled his whole body under the umbrella.

So the man crouched down and hid both of them under the small oil-paper umbrella.

"Go to sleep."

The author has something to say: Uncle Huang (laughs): My nephew, are you still satisfied with my aunt?

Xiaosheng Shang (numb): I will be my aunt, I will kill myself T_T

There's no knife, it's all sugar, and it's in the end~