The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Just hearing a clatter, Yuan Ming's hand was unstable, and he fell too much. The small wooden barrel creaked and couldn't bear it, and it poured down instantly - the light rain turned into heavy rain in the house, and it suddenly became a heavy rain.

Bad thing!

Yuan Ming leaned on the crack and looked in, wondering if His Highness's umbrella was not holding firmly, and how was his sleep.

He stuck his head out to look down again, and saw the saint standing under the room with his arms crossed and his face cold.

"Only your master is in the house. Go in and give him an umbrella."

The sage immediately turned around and led the horse, and went out of the courtyard.

"It's my idea, don't blame His Highness, His Highness doesn't know." Yuan Ming was so frightened that he threw the bucket and turned over and went out of the house, and was so anxious to keep him.

Ji Zheng was not used to saying goodbye, and he didn't want to be left behind. He rushed out on an impulse, and it was late at night. The doors of the inn and private houses were all closed, and each family lived on a hot kang.

He had nowhere to go, he touched the inner pocket of his sleeve, and there was a crumpled piece of paper that the little doctor handed him that day, Jia Wanshan's invitation, Ouhualou - a good place for a lively night without worries.

Although the day of the invitation had passed, Ji Zheng still went. As soon as the horse stopped and knocked on the door, the mother inside came out, looked sideways up and down, and looked at Ji Zheng. At the end, she said strangely. , Jia Wanshan's people all boarded the boat together, how come you are the only one left.

on board? The Ouhualou is built right next to the water, and there is no need for mother to point it out. There is only one boat parked in this waterway, five feet long, three feet wide, and two stories high. The colorful lights of ships passing by are not seen on weekdays, and the singing and dancing are peaceful. The ship was silently hidden in the night, only four large red lanterns hung on the front and rear ends, reflecting the bottom of the water, as if the fire was burning half of the river.

"Boss Jia." Ji Zheng boarded the deck, entered the painting boat and walked towards the only room with lights on. His smile was reluctant and tired, and it was somewhat of an entertainment.

When he got closer, he saw that the room was full of men and women, but all of them stood silently and silently.

Jia Wanshan turned his head when he heard the sound, first squinted his eyes and looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitched, his expression a little strange, then he laughed loudly and invited him in, yin and yang strangely said: "Why did I suddenly want to find him today, I I thought that the young master looked down on a rural market like ours and was unwilling to come and go."

"How come."

At this time, there were quite a few simple but sturdy attendants who appeared out of nowhere and stopped at the door of the room. Jia Wanshan impatiently took out a card and shook it in front of them before withdrawing it, "My guest. "

But those attendants didn't look at the token at all, stared at Ji Zheng one by one, showing surprise, looked at each other and didn't know what to do, and finally retreated.

"Boss Jia invited me to have business to do?" Ji Zheng said straight to the point, not wanting to talk to him, tonight he just had nowhere to go and was here to distract his attention.

"You can't invite Mr. Zheng for a drink if you don't have business?" Jia Wanshan sat on the chair next to him, stared at him and smiled, seeing Ji Zheng didn't give him a face, he took back his expression angrily, and said directly, "Actually, Wuzhou has heard about Mr. Zheng. It’s not ordinary, as long as you are willing to come forward, you will be able to choose what you like in the palace, and you can hit it right, no matter what kind of fabric or tea you receive, and then resell it in the capital, the price can be doubled.”

"It's not that exaggerated." Ji Zheng sat on the mahogany chair, unmoved, "Besides, I have already ordered your silk and satin, even if the samples are released, how many are produced in the city? How much?"

"Yes yes yes." Jia Wanshan's expression changed again when he heard this, his eyes were fixed, but he still didn't move away from him, "Then look at what it looks like today?"

Ji Zheng waited for him to present the cloth, but unexpectedly, he clapped his hands directly, and told the colorful boys and girls to come to him in turn.

"Look at how these can win the hearts of the two in the palace."

Ji Zheng frowned, a little puzzled, but got up and went among them, patiently twisting the fabric on them with his fingertips and trying, "Isn't this all...?" They were all the materials he had already selected that day.

"The materials are all good materials, so what about this person... Let's see, which one is the favorite in the palace?"

"It's rumored that the little emperor is still standing, even at this age, he must not be able to do human affairs. Whoever does not squeak up to the saint behind him will ascend to the throne sooner or later. You can see which one the prince likes the most. "

Ji Zheng's back was cold, and only then did he stare at the bright faces around him, men and women with red lips and white teeth, with narrow eyebrows and narrow eyes.

He didn't know what to think, but suddenly he felt nauseated, and his stomach was surging, "Excuse me, leave it to you to choose."

When he walked out of the crowd, he brushed over a girl sideways, and Jia Wanshan immediately dragged the person away, "The one who likes this? Isn't it... That good one is masculine."

"Who is not surprised by this folk, isn't his King Jing very capable, the royal family killed 300 people of him, he frightened the queen mother, and sealed the Hou's house, how could he get to the little emperor who didn't grow his hair evenly, he just Soft hands, learn to be good, and willing to be low and small."

Jia Wanshan's expression became more and more sneering and hideous: "The emperor is lying in a coffin and is not called the emperor. Oh, if you don't let people call him a saint, then why would he endure humiliation for half his life?"

He suddenly laughed a few times: "Who would have guessed that he, a great loyal minister who is famous in the capital, is actually an infatuated lunatic who falls in love with the enemy and covets the emperor."

His eyes fell on Ji Zheng again, and he said softly: "You, Mr. Zheng, can't see what kind of person he likes. Only I, Jia Shibiansheng, can guess this time. Don't worry, the young master looks like this, with white teeth and blue eyebrows. The high-spirited one may be more lovable than the sickly hairy boy. This wide willow branch, I will send it to that person's couch to make sure he forgets his worries..."

"Take your hand away."

But that Jia Wanshan was fascinated, obviously insane. Ji Zheng kicked him several times and knocked him to the ground. Ji Zheng walked away, "Am I not good to you? You are a small trader who walks the rivers and lakes, a beggar and liar who cheats and deceives you. Entering the palace to be a side girl to the lord is to raise you up, maybe one day it will fly to the branch. The head still feels..."

He suddenly fell silent, his eyes drifted to the back beyond Ji Zheng, "Saint...?"

Jia Wanshan rolled his eyes, then slapped himself and laughed, "Oh, my lord, isn't this a coincidence? It's not."

He made an ambiguous wink and pushed Ji Zheng forward abruptly, "I'm not going to introduce you to a wonderful person, this young master Zheng is the number one stunning celebrity in Wuzhou."

He didn't see any expression on the prince's face, and the blind eyes covered with white cloth probably couldn't appreciate the beauty of this wonderful person, but he watched helplessly as the prince stretched out his hand and hugged the young master, his hand was tight. Yes, carefully, at a glance, it looks like you can't put it down.

Got it!

Jia Wanshan smiled so much that his entire face could not be stacked, and he rubbed his hands in his arms excitedly. He didn't expect it to be so smooth before, and he was still worried about whether the prince would not want a cheap substitute. The hero is sad about the beauty pass, but it is still a man who understands a man best.

Just as he was still thinking about the reward in secret, he saw that the little boy used the same way he kicked him just now, and mercilessly stepped on the robe of the prince.

"Put me down."

Jia Wanshan: ? ?

This little ancestor? ?

"hurry up."

Shocked, Jia Wanshan was shocked.

He was stunned as he watched the young man court death, and even started to worry that the prince would get angry and implicate him later.

The lord finally let go and put the grumpy ancestor on the ground, but instead of jumping on his clothes in a hurry, he lowered his body to straighten the hem of his clothes and wiped the soles of his boots, "Holy, don't step on the dirt. shoes."

Jia Wanshan looked at this infatuated lunatic who pity Xiangxiyu, and was completely sluggish. He used half a cup of tea before smacking out a word.

Holy?

What did he just say about the Holy One?

Who is the Holy One?

Where is the Holy One?

"He... called you a saint?"

"What's the matter, are you not satisfied?" The little boy raised his head and looked at him with his chin, his eyes were full of chills.

Seeing that Jia Wanshan subconsciously took a half step back.

The little boy's clothes were swept out in front of the prince, he crossed his arms to draw a clear distance, turned his face and changed his expression again, and said dullly, "Do you have to let him see my joke to be satisfied?"

Jia Wanshan: ? ? What did I see me? ?

The prince turned his face and seemed to have finally noticed his existence, "This one, the sage won't let you see it, please come back."

Jia Wanshan replied hesitantly, still in a daze, lowered his head and tried to get out through the crack of the door beside the two of them.

A hand stretched out to stop him, and said gently: "Let's go through the window, it's a courtesy."

…

The flamboyant boys and girls were dispersed and disembarked, and Jia Wanshan was thrown into the pitch-black canal by the attendant from the window, and the house was emptied.

Ming Ci Yue stood behind him, "Okay, he can't see anymore."

"You can't see either?"

Mingci paused for a while, then nodded: "Well, I can't see it either."

Ming Ci called the attendant to hand over a cup of wine, and the liquid poured out was dark red, "This is too far from the residence of the sage. Tonight, the sage will rest for a while, wait for the boat to walk away, and put another one for the sage the next morning. A small boat, floating along the small river, can naturally go home."

"how about you?"

"...I will stay by the door of the saint, and I will not go anywhere."

The string suddenly snapped and snapped.

Ji Zheng didn't wait for Mingci to react, he stepped forward and drank the glass of wine in one fell swoop, "Is it alright, has your wish been fulfilled?" He started crying.

"You have to ask me to gouge out your eyes and eat your blood. I'm gone. I don't have to read minds anymore. Why do you do this? You have to make me blame myself for the rest of my life."

"The throne is right there, there is a way to heaven, if you don't go, you have to drag me to **** and fight against the evil ghost of Huangquan." He restrained his voice and sniffed, "Okay, I've drank the medicine, you I'll never hear my voice again."

"I'm going with you, and I won't go to heaven, but can you open your eyes to see me again?"

The air froze, Ji Zheng wiped his face in disappointment, pulled his facial muscles, lowered his head and laughed at himself.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Ming Ci say in a hoarse voice, "...that's just wine, nothing else."

The man's lips trembled violently.

Ji Zheng was at a loss, suddenly recovered his senses and raised his head, "You didn't listen to Li Ying's gouging out?"

"Then why don't you look at me?"

"The minister made a mistake and is not qualified."

"Sir... can I see it?"

Ji Zheng took a deep breath and said tremblingly, "Take a look, I will give you a special look."

The more Mingci opened his eyes, his eyes could not adapt to the light for a while, the thick and black eyelashes trembled, and inside was the pupil, who had looked at him countless times, the dark tide under the spring night, in the tide sea the stars.

Those pupils looked at him, traced the contours of each of his eyebrows with warmth little by little, licked /.shi with enthusiasm, and kissed his lips.

Ji Zheng has received thousands of people's attention, but he still can't stand the adoration of this person.

He wanted to go up and hug him, trying to block the madness of the sight, but was grabbed and kissed the side of the neck, those eyes looked at him from the side, staring at him for a while.

Ji Zheng patted him in relief to let him relax.

After a long while, Ming Ci's voice became more and more hoarse, and he read in his ear: "Just take a look and take a look."

Ji Zheng was speechless, and hugged him a little tighter, "You said that the most beautiful Prince Jing in the capital, what are you trying to endure humiliation for half your life?"

"I have endured humiliation for half my life just to see you a few more times."

"I didn't die in the hands of the late emperor, I didn't die in the hands of the Marquis of Wu'an, I didn't die on the battlefield, I endured humiliation for half my life, and I lived a rough half of my life, only to enter the palace to see you, to see the saint sleeping peacefully on the couch, and to see the horseman shooting arrows. Holy Master, see the Holy Master who ascends to power, see the Holy Master who is about to call out..."

Ji Zheng had buried his head deeply, and slammed his fist on his back, "Don't talk, don't talk."

"I didn't live for revenge, I didn't live for power, I came to love you."

"Isn't it bad to be an emperor by yourself, what do you want, the most famous prince in the capital, and you have to be an infatuated fool who falls in love with your enemy, I'm not worth it for you, I'm afraid you will regret it."

"It's worth it." The more Ming Ci lowered his head, he gently held the boy's lips, and blocked those sobbing back together.

"You just don't know how good you are."

"You don't even know how good you are."

The two of them stumbled on their hands and feet, and fell back to the depths of the mahogany Eight Immortals chair, and Ji Zheng straddled it.

He opened his twinkling eyes, turned his back on the guest, kissed Ming Ciyue's eyes cherishly and slowly, looked at them earnestly, and asked after a while, "Try it, can you still hear anything?"

The more Ming Ci lowered his eyes and tried to sense it, he frowned painfully for a while, "It seems that there is still..."

"Stupid, that sentence is what I said from my heart, I mean..." Ji Zheng put his mouth gently to his ear, and read out three words as light as a feather.

Immediately, the object in his eyes turned, upside down, he was grabbed by the neck and pushed against the back of the chair, the man's eyes were darker than the black just now, and at this time there was a bit of bloodshot scarlet, and he came out thick. The sound of anger hit his ear.

Ji Zheng didn't have to lower his head to know where his eyes were falling. Ming Ci's more favorite was to bite his neck when he was venting, like a wolf king biting a struggling antelope, encircling the land and declaring his sovereignty.

But this time Ji Zheng was not afraid and relaxed. He didn't run away, he didn't earn, he slouched on the back of the chair, and generously exposed his white and fragile throat to others.

He unbuttoned the buttons with his hands, and he unbuttoned them slowly. The buttons were originally tied to the top, but when he unbuttoned one more, the lips that were biting on the tips of his teeth became a little rosier, and the corners of his eyes were a little wet.

When it was already deep and more exposed outside the window, there was a chun-like night in the house.

Ming Ciyue was obviously mobilized, and suddenly grabbed his unbuttoned hand, his voice hoarse.

"Sir... can I do it?"

Immediately afterwards, he frowned suddenly, and the young man slid off the chair in front of him, nimbly got out of his arms, directed him to sit down with his eyes, ran to the distance, and retrieved the one. The rag tape, came slowly, and fixed his hand on the armrest of the chair.

Ming Ci lowered his eyes and stared at the two pieces of cloth on his wrist, "Your Highness?"

The young man sat up again, pushed the back of the chair and smiled at him, the corners of his eyes were full of arrogance and arrogance, like a pompous little peacock.

"When you think about what I thought in my heart before, you can hear it, how to feel angry."

Ming Ci lowered his gaze.

"So this time, you can only see, not touch."

The little peacock lowered his head and kissed his chin.

He laughed even more unrestrainedly, making people suspect that the phoenix bird came from the east, and every bird chirped a hundred times.

The cold water outside the window showed the four lanterns at the bow and stern. Under the continuous firelight, there were two more shadows that accompany each other.

The water wave shakes, and the shadow also shakes.

When the moonlight hit, the shadow sighed softly, swaying chan.dou, and shattered in the vast water.

…

…

"Okay, it's all the uncle's fault, don't do it, don't do it." Ming Ci Yue put the young man who was crying so **** the inside of the soft couch, cleaned up his lower body, and put it on. Save dry clothing.

"Do you want to know what the minister has heard from your heart?"

"What?" Ji Zheng was really attracted to his attention, he forgot to cry, his eyes were red, and his heart skipped a beat.

"It's nothing." Ming Ci Yue helped him pat his back and followed his anger, smiled and said, "It's nothing more than how to pretend to be sick and not go to court, how to go late and leave early and not participate in politics, how to plot against ministers, how to provoke ministers, and the rest is just some thoughts. I miss me, worry about me, and call the minister's name just like before."

Ji Zheng's eyes were rounded, and he simply turned over and planted his face into the soft pillow, so embarrassed that his earlobes were a bit more rosy than before.

"Every time the sage called the minister, the minister never missed it, and never forgot it."

Ming Ci squeezed his earlobe more and more.

"Whether it's day or night."

"Sleep for a while." From the porthole he looked towards the horizon beyond the canal at dawn.

"It's almost dawn."

In the past three years, Ming Ciyue really hadn't slept well. He never stayed in the palace, no matter how late he was working, he would leave the palace to live in Zheng Yue's mansion.

He often dreamed that only the boy with the height of his chest looked up at him, he could hear the boy calling his uncle in the bottom of his heart, but in an instant the boy grew into a handsome young man as tall as him.

He locked the young man's hands and feet with wrist-thick gold chains, and locked it inside the deep dragon couch. The young man did not escape, but raised his head and questioned him.

"Why are you eavesdropping on my heart without permission?"

"Uncle, Uncle Royal."

Then he woke up, tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep.

It was indeed an unplanned accident when he went out of the palace to meet Ji Zheng. He wanted to pay the rent as an uncle and run away - he had no face to stay, but who knew that night accompanied by the sound of rain by the young man's side, he woke up to the dawn.

He repented without hope, backed out, couldn't bear it, and couldn't escape.

…

"Holy?!"

Ming Ci Yue suddenly woke up and found that he was also asleep in the small soft couch on the boat by the porthole.

When I got up and looked out the window, it was getting late. At this time, I had passed the last ferry and gradually left Wuzhou. Both sides of the canal are getting wider, and the boats on the river are far away and blurred, and it is impossible to see the inside.

Ming Ci Yue sighed lightly, without asking anyone to ask, he put on his coat, got up slowly, moved out of the cabin little by little, closed the door, lifted his feet up to the second floor, and walked onto the open deck. .

"uncle?"

It sounded like a hallucination.

He slowly raised his head, and the figure in front of him was as tall and straight as a cypress, like a peak in the ocean, a sword that was left behind.

Ming Ci looked back at him from a distance, as if he had crossed time and saw himself in the crown of his age.

He didn't dare to approach, he just kept his voice steady and asked, "Why didn't you leave?"

"Don't go, I want Uncle to look at me a few more times."

Standing where the sky and water meet, the young man turned around, leaning on the side of the ship, tucked his hair ruffled by the river wind, and smiled.

"Uncle Royal."

The author has something to say: there are an extra 4,000 words, turn left when you go out @大眼子的There

The story of Zheng Zheng and Uncle Huang starts at the water's edge, ends at the water's edge, and the text is over!!

First of all, I would like to apologize to everyone. This book is indeed the fastest book I have ever written. During this period, there were many things in my family and school that shook me for a while, but when I came up and saw everyone's comments, I was really moved. In the end, I gave Zheng Zheng and Uncle Huang delivered a (according to my original outline) a pretty good ending.

I have recently changed myself into a new environment, which can be regarded as a fresh start, starting from scratch (thank you all bosses, you are working harder!!

There will still be regrets and deficiencies. If you keep writing, you will always have different ideas, so every book will have shortcomings, but I will meet different people with different works at different times. This is one of the reasons why I love online texts.

It's really hard to follow. I don't know how many of you are still chasing it. No matter if you see it in full, I would like to thank you again. The novel is like forming a lonely and secluded island. I have temporarily escaped from reality and can meet you here, everyone participated in Ji Zheng's world, and now we are only temporarily away, their lives are still going on.

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