The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

The sound of footsteps outside the door was getting closer and closer, and Ji Zheng heard the door screeching. After closing his eyes, his dark vision was covered by the light outside, and it seemed to become brighter.

His heart suddenly twitched, and he held his breath as he listened to the movement at the door.

The footsteps reached the door and did not continue. The person who came seemed to have stopped at the door. Under the projection of the light outside, the figure of that person only cast a long shadow on the floor of the room.

The Ruo Ruowu eyes seemed to lick him from head to toe. Ji Zheng had to maintain his posture on the couch and continued to wait for the people outside the room to leave.

However, the person who came didn't seem to want to let him go. In the silence, the person finally moved his steps, and it was the sound of approaching the house.

The footsteps were steady and fast, and in a blink of an eye they came to the side of his wooden couch.

He didn't dare to open his eyes, and only by the slightest light, he felt that a shadow was half-knelt down, reaching the same height as him.

Ji Zheng maintained a well-designed lifelike death appearance, motionless, and did not respond to this person's approach.

Wu Si was scattered and not wearing a crown, and the gold silk-trimmed sleeve robe embroidered with auspicious clouds and dragons fell long to the ground, the faintly gilded feet were hung lightly on the edge of the couch, and his head was tilted on the edge of the couch. One hand is placed in front of the abdomen, the other hand hangs weakly in the air, half-opened. Even the small porcelain face lined with the fur collar of the animal was pale.

The acting is so realistic.

Ji Zheng suddenly felt a touch from the tip of his nose, and he instantly held his breath.

The fingertips seemed to dare not approach, and they were very cautious and alienated. They approached several times, and confirmed countless times that there was no air flow there at all.

The fingers were too far away, and they accidentally touched a few lips, touching the countless tiny hairs on the lips. It was so cold, and the man's fingertips were filled with the heavy frost from the outside world.

When I closed my eyes, every touch was magnified infinitely, it was an indescribable itch, bit by bit, biting.

Finally, the life-threatening hand slowly left.

But in the next second, the hand stopped in mid-air as if to explore, the tip of the nose and neck... and down to the chest!

Ji Zheng was surprised.

He held his breath for too long just now, the harder he tried to suppress his breathing, the faster his heart beat, and the sound hit his eardrum, and it seemed to echo back and forth in this empty and silent room.

The emperor's robes in the late autumn season are thick enough, and the layers are repeated, which isolates most of the body temperature, and also blocks the movement of a small part of the heartbeat.

But if he can't get the results he wants, what will he do?

Right now, the emperor's clothes are half-open at all. As long as he lifts the tie and pulls off the cloak, his thin neck and delicate collarbone will all be exposed to the person's sight.

The bright yellow coat made of Jiangnan silk is comfortable and...light and thin.

The noble body raised by the Son of Heaven with all the financial resources of the whole country has thin skin, how can it withstand the malicious actions of that hand at that time?

It seemed that there was a dull knife hanging on the side of Ji Zheng's neck all the time, trying to frighten him to death.

People are knives, I am fish.

The more he thought about it, the more nervous he became, Ji Zheng's throat tightened. He couldn't see that the blue veins on the side of his neck were slowly rising, and the blush behind his ears was hidden under the messy black hair.

But after waiting for a long time, the expected weight did not come to the left chest.

Instead, he suddenly touched the cold air between his wrists.

I only heard a low voice, "Excuse me for the offense." The hand was entangled in a hollow, soft and strong, with a hint of inescapability.

Ji Zheng could clearly feel the outline of the entire hand, feel every thin callus, the power contained in every inch of knuckles, and the frosty chill of the outside world.

But his attention wasn't there. How could the sound of "forgive me offend" be so familiar, like a spring water rushing a stone, and a long sword drawn out of its scabbard. This is clearly the world's praise of Lang Yan's uniqueness, and the world's unparalleled clear words.

Ji Zheng was stunned, and even his toes tightened under the cloth boots.

The poison that he had just spit out was still on the pillow, not dry yet.

He could think that someone would seek revenge for Ming Ci's "destroyed reputation", but he couldn't imagine that Ming Ci would come to make up for it in person.

Those hands can whip the whip to fight for the country, hold the sword to guard the emperor for a long night, and change his clothes and tie for him, but for Ming Ciyue, it may be a little difficult for Ming Ciyue to take revenge.

Ji Zheng: Don't ask, ask is regret.

"Chirp."

The blood in the whole body instantly coagulated.

Because of pretending to be dead, he couldn't cover the bird's beak with his hands again.

His palm was empty, and the bird was lifted up into the air, and when he came back after a while, he was well-behaved and quiet, standing quietly with his fingertips combing the feathers. And his palm was heavy, and some other small things were stuffed into it.

Ji Zheng didn't even think about it, and immediately tried his best to tighten his muscles to let the little thing roll aside naturally.

But as soon as it fell, it was picked up and stuffed back.

Rolling down again and stuffing it back again, Ming Ci became more patient, and even helped him close his fingers and put his hand back under the wide sleeve robe.

Round, moist, and cold.

Could it be... Night Pearl?

Ji Zheng's expression loosened for a moment, and there was a hint of crying and laughing.

He casually mentioned a night pearl, Ming Ci Yue would really go looking for a night pearl, how big he gestured casually, and how big the night pearl was found by Ming Ci, it was not bad at all.

Ming Ciyue is such a person, who almost stubbornly adheres to the rules of etiquette and righteousness of the monarch, ministers and ministers. In the turbulent waves of the imperial court, he is like a pebble, gentle and without edges and corners.

I don't know where the bottom line of such a person is, and what kind of stimulus will they need to rebel and seize the position.

The world's evaluation of him is true.

This is the real clear-cut.

Ji Zheng breathed a sigh of relief for a while, and secretly clenched the night pearl that Ming Ci Yue gave him under his sleeve robe, pretending to be dead just to be safe.

"Holy?"

"…"

"Holy, please forgive me for arrogant."

"…"

Ji Zheng heard a deep sigh. After a while, someone helped him lift the boots hanging by the edge of the couch, put them neatly back on the couch, and folded his half-empty arms in front of his abdomen.

Help him lift his upper body lightly, straighten his hair, then support his shoulders again, and slowly put it down.

Ji Zheng is no longer wary, but Ren Mingci is more and more at the mercy. He suddenly felt that the opponent's movements seemed to froze, and then there was a gust of wind in the back of his head.

The next moment, without warning, his head came into intimate contact with the cold jade couch in the Imperial College Hospital.

Ji Zheng;…

"Damn Weichen!" The voice was stunned and remorseful.

Ji Zheng was so painful that he could hardly control his facial expression, gritted his teeth, and the syllables almost came out from the depths of his throat.

He waited for Ming Ci to return his pillow, waited for a long time, glanced sideways at the gap and saw Ming Ci was more silent for a while, with a heavy face, got up, took a few steps back, opened the distance, slammed his knees on the ground, and half-kneeled down , there is a state of never crossing the line and half a step.

Ji Zheng: ...I suspect that Uncle Huang is taking revenge on me, but I have no evidence.

The emperor's lower back was badly injured a few days ago, and he had been lying down for a long time. How could he bear the hard and cold jade bed under him.

Ji Zheng squinted his eyes, and vaguely saw that the man was about to get up.

"Forgive me for overstepping."

Ji Zheng secretly expects that Wen Zhili's clear words will be more understanding, come and pick him up and change to a softer place.

A thick cloak, still warm, covered him, covering him from his feet to his shoulders, wrapping him tightly.

Ji Zheng: ...When will Uncle Huang understand my heart?

And Ming Ci Yue was just stunned to the side, a little lost.

Today, he just went out of the palace to inquire around the capital. After searching all over the capital, he found a dark green night pearl that met the requirements of the Holy Master. When he came back, he suddenly heard that his subordinates were injured and sent to the Taiyuan Hospital. Even the clothes were not changed in the future. He went straight to the hospital.

But he was greeted only by a little prince who was lying flat in the dead silence, unresponsive.

The more Ming Ci stared at the soft pillow that he had just pulled out with his eyes and hands, which was vaguely sprinkled with dirty and unknown liquid, accompanied by bits of red residue.

Looking at it, there were also a few water stains scattered on the ground, all over the place, the same color as the bottom of the tea cup that was knocked over on the table.

Mingci frowned more, looked back at the emperor, his eyes gradually darkened.

Ji Zheng's back was weak, and he couldn't lie down any longer. As soon as he exerted his strength, he got up... After lying down for a long time, his body was numb and unconscious. A long "squeak" sound.

I don't know whether the visitor this time is an enemy or a friend, but the footsteps outside the door approached a little bit, and when the fingernails traced a long harsh sound along the table, there was a slight rustling on the side, and Ming Ci got up. .

Ji Zheng only felt the light in front of his eyes dim, and a dark shadow appeared, isolating him from the outsiders, followed by the humming sound of the sword half unsheathed.

It was Ming Ciyue who held the hilt of the sword and blocked it in front of his bed.

"What are you doing here?"

The tone is lazy and casual: "Take the anti-abortion pill."

The author has something to say:

Ji Zheng (Looking at the sky): ...When will the uncle understand my heart?

Slag author: Wait, wait for Uncle Huang to recharge a VIP to activate the function.