The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

In fact, Ji Zheng has spent too many nights with Ming Ci Viet Cong. In the deep frost night of the palace, Ming Ciyue was holding a knife vigil beside the grass mat outside the door, in the wing of Hou's house, backed by the first throbbing of Xue Ye's drunkenness, in Lingcang Temple, the sleepless night of the bombing and revenge case, still In the early morning in the desert, the two of them were newly married with a quilt wrapped together.

But there has never been such a night, Ming Ci Yue was in the room, holding an oil-paper umbrella for him.

They have had too many entanglements and lingering, rarely peaceful, can hear each other's breathing distance, but do nothing.

It was clearly only the Qingming season, but the rain outside the house couldn't stop, as if the two of them arrived at the same time, urging the entire rainy season along the Huai River.

The rain in the house hit the umbrella, gently and healed. It was the most hypnotic, but Ji Zheng was completely insomnia.

Pretending to be lethargic, he turned over, squinting to see if the man was asleep, but as soon as he turned his head, he faced the white cloth that was obstructing the eyes, which was annoying. He couldn't tell whether Ming Ci was sleeping or not, let alone what was hidden in his heart.

In fact, he said before that when he looked at each other, it would offend his inner privacy. Ji Zheng didn't suffer in vain. He could always see the unsettled expression in Ming Ci's darker eyes, the eagerness, wildness, enthusiasm and agitation.

It's just that he tried his best to figure out that those were not aimed at the throne, but were all aimed at him.

But now, with his eyes covered, the man's other hard and indifferent facial features are much clearer, always a bit like a god.

Ji Zheng stretched out his hand under the umbrella, and shook it in front of the man's eyes, but got no response.

He paused, unwilling, and held his breath again, quietly leaning his face over, his lips hovering over the white cloth, his eyes squinting down, carefully observing Ming Ciyue's every move.

In a place he couldn't notice, the umbrella leaves in the dark night slowly changed the direction of inclination, leading the falling water droplets to the other direction.

Suddenly, the white cloth under his lips trembled slightly, as if his eyelashes were moving.

Ji Zheng quickly turned around and lay down, closed his eyes tightly, retracted his thoughts, and tried to fall asleep. But then there were several muffled coughs by the bed, and several more, but the man was still trying to suppress it, and the voice sounded so pitiful that he couldn't help tugging at his feet.

Ji Zheng held it for a while, then said coldly, "Go back to sleep... I have an umbrella in the room, it's not tall."

Ming Ci Yue replied: "This minister will not change anymore."

Ji Zheng pouted: "You're not long, I'm going to be."

"Yes, it seems that the Holy Sage can touch my ear in three years." Ming Ci laughed more, and then paused and said softly, "In three years, you can surpass me."

Ji Zheng's face turned cold when he heard the words, and it didn't take long for the breathing of both parties to calm down, and it was not clear who was pretending to be asleep.

It's no joke that this southern cold spring suddenly gets cold. Ji Zheng has only two quilts in total, one here and the other in the main room right now.

But what he does with pity Ming Ci is under one person of today's Dayan, more than ten thousand people, no, it should be regarded as more than ten thousand people plus one person... But this person will be thin and old, and he has paid his entire life. In the prime of his life, Huawei held an umbrella for him, and once he held it, he lasted through the entire long teenage years.

Ji Zheng moved inward, leaving a space for one person on the narrow bed.

Ming Ci Yue did not take any hints and did not move.

This man is still stubborn about his identity as a bodyguard.

Ji Zheng had no choice but to sneezed, and pretended to sneeze under the damp bedding a few times, curling up alone, like a shrimp that was forgotten by the sea on the beach.

He coughs, too, more pitifully.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a heavy weight beside him.

But Ji Zheng frowned instantly. He could feel the strength of the muscles around him, and he was very restrained. It seemed that he had gathered astonishing strength and hid it in his body. He was surrounded by the heat unique to men, like a big stove. How long does it take to dry out the moisture.

Ji Zheng: ?

Is this the physique of a person with pale lips, blind and premature aging, and constant coughing?

He seemed to be sleeping on a coffin board, with his hands and feet tightly together. He glanced sideways again and saw that Ming Ciyue was still holding up his forearm, holding the umbrella, refusing to put it down.

Ji Zheng deliberately tried; "...I'll lift it for you?"

Ming Ci Yue: "Okay."

Ji Zheng: ? ?

He didn't give him a chance to refuse again. Before he could react, Ming Ciyue had already turned the hot umbrella handle into his palm.

Not only that, but the man fell asleep immediately beside him. He slept very deeply, like a lion that had completely removed all his defenses. On some unknown spring night, he fell into a long-awaited hibernation.

It was the first time that Ji Zheng was awake and observed the sleeping face of his uncle, his umbrella handle accidentally knocked on Ming Ciyue's neck. Yan is the only one in power. But Ming Ci Yue just turned around with a light humming, throwing the vigilance of practicing martial arts for many years into the sky.

After a while, the top of Ji Zheng's head was pressed by a slightly thorny hard object, and the scattered hair was placed in front of him.

Ji Zheng didn't move, and subconsciously frowned.

But the next moment, Ming Ci seemed to wake up suddenly, with restraint retracting his hands and feet, as good as a child who made a mistake, as if he was sleeping on the coffin board, and pondered a few times in a daze.

Ji Zheng sighed, this kind of scene, two enemies are buried together in a coffin, that's all.

Seeing that Mingci was sleeping more and more, he started to do it himself, put his hands and feet back on his body, the man was also very good in his dream, and immediately tightened and locked him in.

One night, just this night.

Ji Zheng has learned to be ashamed at this moment, lamenting that this is not his initiative, nor is it impossible for ordinary uncles and nephews, and the judge of Yin Cao can't take his account.

So he put down his umbrella and sandwiched it between the two of them, like a light shade of a tree, shading it down and covering the two heads that were close to each other, the Jade Emperor in the sky, the emperor on the ground, and the King of Hell in the ground can't be seen. They're gone, just the two of them, quietly.

This night, he had a long-lost dream. In the dream, nine big suns surrounded him, burning the earth hotly. He drew a bow and arrows, but he could shoot down one and grow another, and the temperature was getting higher and higher.

Damn, she can't finish it at all!

In the early morning of the next day, when Ji Zheng woke up, the people beside him had disappeared, the traces of the pit were still there, and the residual warmth had long since dissipated. The umbrella was folded and placed by the bedside.

Ji Zheng packed up and went out. The first thing he did was to direct Yuan Ming to the roof with a black face, and quickly patch the loophole.

Yuan Ming jumped onto the roof and stuck his head out after a while, "Such a big gap, it's all wet inside, holy... How did Brother Remain sleep last night?"

Ji Zheng: …

Ji Zheng continued to black face: "There are umbrellas, and there are umbrellas in the house."

Yuan Ming was at a loss again: "I sleep with an umbrella? How can I hold an umbrella when I fall asleep?"

Ji Zheng didn't answer, rolled his eyes at him, and wiped his neck.

It happened that Ming Ci Yue followed the sound and walked across the entire courtyard from the main hall, "Morning." It seemed that he was serious and honest in his room and slept peacefully all night.

Ji Zheng nodded as a response, and the two returned to a respectful and polite distance.

He could see that the more obvious changes in the Ming Ci, the sallow was cleaned up, the black hair was neat, and the lips were no longer horrifyingly pale.

On the other hand, looking at himself in the reflection of the stagnant water, he has two dark circles under his eyes, his eyes staring blankly.

He suddenly had a conjecture in his heart that last night might be the first time Ming Ciyue had felt in three years.

After breakfast, the little doctor came over and whispered to Ji Zheng, and several merchants who gave tribute tea to the capital wanted to invite him over, but Jia Wanshan handed over the invitation again, saying that he was invited to Ouxiang according to the last agreement. Lou drank wine, and at the end whispered a sentence, this time it was Jia Wanshan's highest bid.

Ming Ci Yue wiped his mouth with a soft cloth, without any intention of disturbing or blocking, he quietly left from the dining table.

Ji Zheng thought about it for a while, but still resolutely told the little doctor to send them away, and followed Ming Ci Yue back to his house lightly to see what he wanted to do.

Ming Ci was standing by the table with his back to the door, seemingly unaware of his approach.

The paper, pen and inkstone were all available on the table, and Ji Zheng couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion just by looking at it from a distance.

Ming Ciyue's thin gold small script is extremely thin and handsome. Many wealthy and noble families in the capital also spent a lot of money on him. Even when the original owner and Gu Congyun were schoolmates when they were young, he was the one who came to visit. It's just that Gu Congyun learned it, but he didn't.

Now, even if he is blindfolded, the character is still the same as it used to be, but Ming Ci has to hold two paperweights up and down in order to write a neat row of characters.

Write a few words, move the paperweight, and write very slowly, often throwing ink dots on the white fingertips.

Ji Zheng hated this scene the most, so he walked up and pulled his pen forcefully, "What do you want to write? You say I will write it, don't dislike it."

His original intention was to do more for Ming Ci and finish writing quickly, but who knew that Ming Ci Yue would not be polite to him. He passed an arm from behind, next to his hand, and held the pen barrel above.

Wherever Ji Zheng leads the pen, the ink of Ming Ciyue will fall.

As he was writing, Ji Zheng realized that although it was still vertical, he subconsciously followed modern habits and moved the words from left to right, but the man didn't respond, unconditionally obeyed, and let it go. He goes to arrange, he goes to his eyes.

Ji Zheng focused his attention on the paper again, and followed it up, "Shi Wei, in the morning of the 23rd day of the second month of the seventh year of Tiande, at the good time of laying a memorial ceremony for the filial piety man, and to repair the sacrifice to Gu Xian Kaoming." The public taboo, the old man of the old age...]

These words were jerky to read, and many of the words were extremely difficult to read, but he still recognized the important ones, Ming, Chang, Mu, Dayan's previous dynasties, a generation of loyal ministers, and the father of Ming Ci Yue.

Then this is the sacrificial text, a long overdue sacrificial text, but it was slowly presented when his son Quanji was crowned and returned to his hometown.

Ji Zheng was in awe, and attracted more seriousness, skimming the content while accompanying the writing.

The first half summarizes Ming Changmu's life and achievements, but the second half reads like a letter from Ming Ciyue's family.

He wrote that his son was not filial, his mind was narrow-minded, and he had to kill all the thieves' grievances and hatreds before giving up. He also wrote that his son was filial, and now the treacherous evil has been eliminated, the Haiyan River is clear, and the canglang has stopped fishing rods.

The son is not talented, he has the will to manage the government, but he has no desire to ascend to the throne. If one day he really wears the imperial robe, he will have no face to go down to Jiuquan to meet his parents again.

The heavier and heavier this Ming Ci was written, Ji Zheng also felt sad when he read it. He knew the reason why Ming Ci insisted on not being enthroned, but he couldn't understand the reason for this different character change from the book. .

But then, he changed his style of writing, and spoke in a high-pitched voice about today's young emperor Ji Chaoming, who holds a high position and cares for the people, who can intimidate ministers, command the battlefield, and personally enter the army to distribute food and disaster relief, but he is simple. Not admiring power and position, it is really a rare talent for Dayan to meet an emperor in a hundred years...

Now Ji Zheng was not only forced to watch these rainbow farts helplessly, but also had to manually transcribe and sing praises and memorize countless advantages of himself.

"Emperor Talent" Ji Zheng: ...Enough, enough.

After reporting on state affairs, and then reporting on family affairs, Ming Ci Yue continued to write that although it was a great pity that he did not have a high hall to worship, he had already married, and the two sides were busy with their own merits and deeds.

"Madam's nickname is called the zheng, that is, the instrument that plucks the strings and sings, and the clank sings, and a hundred birds come to court..."

Mingci couldn't write anymore, because Ji Zheng forcibly clenched the pen, twisted his hand, forced him to return to the beginning of the line, crossed it out, and changed it to a crooked "nephew".

The more Ming Ci laughed lightly above his head, he could even know what the child had changed even if he was blindfolded.

He twisted the pen back, blacked out "nephew" and changed it to "wife."

Ji Zheng controlled the back pen with all his strength, and obsessively painted over, stroking "nephew" vigorously.

Ming Ci became more and more energetic, and changed it to "Love" crookedly.

"Madame", "nephew", "in-law", "nephew", "lover", "nephew..."

The two developed from writing to arm wrestling. The rice paper was just that thin layer, the ink smeared and dried, and it had to poke a big hole, a **** hole.

"Don't make trouble, little boy."

Ming Ci Yue's hand moved down unceremoniously, just to wrap the messy little hand completely, "Is it my nephew, is it my nephew?"

Ji Zheng: "…"

He immediately drew his hand away from the desk, adjusted his clothes, and even wondered why Mingci became more and more serious towards him. After a while, I recalled that it was he who did not sit on the throne and had to go to the countryside to play the role of the village uncle and nephew.

Ming Ci said more quietly: "When my father is here, I always want to watch my minister get married and start a family. This is just a thin piece of paper, sent to Huangquan, it will not interfere with the world, and I hope that my nephew will be fulfilled."

Ji Zheng smacked his lips, not talking about his love-hate entanglement with Ming Ciyue. In all fairness, Ming Changmu was also a martyr pioneer. He only had such a little wish for his son to get married. How could he not be an emperor? Make up, don't give a solution?

So he donated his money generously, picked up a pen generously, planted himself in it, and filled in "The family name is called a zheng..."

"You can only fill in this at most. How do you understand Ming Laoai..." Ji Zheng smiled lightly again and added, "I'm afraid your father knows that your 'madam' man floated out from the ancestral hall in the palace in the middle of the night. Hit me with a knife."

"Even if you know that I am married to the saint, according to his loyal and gentle temperament of the Yan Dynasty, he will not."

Ji Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, it was okay.

"At most, it's just chasing me with a silver gun."

Ji Zheng: "..." No, not very good.

After writing the sacrificial text, he must go to the grave or the former residence to worship. The memorial tablets on the corpse of the old Ming are still in the capital, and Ji Zheng guessed that he has to return to the former residence of the Ming family.

"I still have things to do." He didn't plan to accompany Ming Ciyue around Wuzhou all day.

"Can you do it on your own?" Ji Zheng got up, picked up his coat and swung it up with one hand, and glanced at Ming Ciyue, who was rubbing the paper, "You guys are also here by carriage, you really can't ask the little doctor to lead him. One, we have two here."

The more Mingci nodded, Ji Zheng put on his robe and strode out the door without looking back.

Seeing the little doctor and Yuan Ming standing side by side at the door, Ji Zheng thought about it for a while and was worried, so he went up and instructed: "Yuan Ming, remember to prepare a horse for your master, he will go out later, don't go to the next door. Ximin Lane, it is easy to accumulate water there, and the horses can't get through... What's the matter?"

He saw Yuan Ming turn his head with a mourning expression on his face, "Brother Sheng, little master, little master, our horses are parked in the innermost alley, and they can't come out at all!"

Ji Zheng was silent for five seconds, looked at the little doctor, and calmly ordered: "Take your horses, I'll just go out today... What's the matter with you?"

The little healer also turned his head, with a mourning expression on his face: "Sir, our two horses were also led in by him."

Ji Zheng: "…"

Fist hard.

He hurriedly went out to take a look, not only the alley next to him, but also the road leading to the gate of the courtyard, because of the low terrain, the water was pouring backwards, soaking a few pieces of potholes and bluestone slabs. mud pond.

Several horses stood side by side in the alley, standing side by side, standing like this all night, their legs had long been stuck in the mud and were fixed to death.

Ji Zheng: …

Ji Zheng: "I see. You did it on purpose. Tell me if your master asked you to do this."

Yuan Ming said with a bitter face: "That's not true, I just saw your two parked in the backyard, there was no stable, and it was windy and rainy, so I stopped in for help."

Ji Zheng nodded seriously and said, "It's really hard for you to park four cars in one parking space."

Yuan Ming was at a loss, and nodded along with Hanhan.

Ming Ci Yue walked out of the room unhurriedly, leaning on the door frame with his arms folded, not in a hurry.

The place Ji Zheng rented was the most remote part of Wuzhou, close to the countryside. If he wanted to borrow a horse again, he had to go to the vicinity of Wuzhou Yamen, and it would take a long time to go back and forth. There is no hope for the horse, Yuan Ming and the little healer didn't sit idle all morning. They borrowed an old cow ploughing the land from the landlord's field next to them.

The old cow walked slowly, kicking and kicking in the muddy water.

Ji Zheng and Ming Ci Yue had different destinations, so Ji Zheng directed Yuan Ming to go up to the ox, and sent Ming Ci Yue to him first.

The three adult men stepped on the cow's back together, and the cow mooed and waved its tail.

The woman stretched her head out from the courtyard door next to it and glanced at it, without saying a word, she silently turned her head back.

Yuan Ming: …

Yuan Ming: "I've come down, Your Highness. If your Highness is not in good health, I'll leave it to you. Take care of you."

Ji Zheng: …

The author has something to say: I wrote a total of more than 10,000 words in the final chapter, so I divided it into three shifts, making the bosses wait for a long time, thank you!

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