MTL - The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish-Chapter 1

"Fake death medicine?"

A pearl-sized dark green jade pill was placed in the clear glass tray.

"Exactly." The old doctor knelt down trembling slightly, looking at his nose, nose, mouth, mouth and heart, and was speechless for a while.

In the depths of the water pavilion in the Royal Garden, the pool surface in the middle of the autumn night was filled with thin mist.

A black-colored robe was dragged to the ground, and the embroidered golden silk five-clawed dragon hovered up, showing its teeth and dancing claws, straight up the collar, and a thin jade-like neck emerged from it, slightly straight, leaning on the pavilion column. . After a while, the man seemed to think that the placket was not wide enough, so he stretched out his slender hand and tugged again impatiently.

There were only three people in this chic and delicate pavilion in the middle of the night, solemn and silent, surrounded by guards. The little maid serving inside shook her hands, fanned, handed the fruit, and kept silent.

The one sitting above is the biggest master in the palace. I don’t know if the power is the greatest, at least the crown is the biggest, the temperament is the biggest, and the most arrogant and violent temperament of the royal family is assembled. .

Companion is like a tiger, even if their little prince looks like a kitten.

"This medicine is called Zhuanggusan, and even strong young people who take it will immediately fall into deep sleep and suspended animation. If they hold their breath for thirty-six hours, they will not hurt their skin or their dantian. , the pulse stopped, no different from a normal death."

The old doctor's voice was shaking, and the old hand holding the jade plate was shaking for a long time. He quietly raised his head and glanced at the jade-faced little emperor. Emperor Yanhe doesn't look like the previous emperor. His eyebrows and eyes are clear and handsome, his face is beautiful, and he has the tenderness of a young man.

With his sharp eyes, he found that the emperor's red lips seemed to be shaking as well, which was very strange. He didn't know whether he was angry or frozen.

"It's really so amazing?" The emperor didn't seem to care much, he twisted the small jade pill and played with it in the palm of his hand.

"There is absolutely no falsehood, this kind of fake death can't be tested even if an old minister comes to test it." The old doctor bowed his head in fear, "The Holy One asked the old minister to develop this medicine in the first half of the year, but because of the lack of precious medicinal materials, it has been delayed until now. One grain is the incompetence of the minister."

"Only one?" The emperor's voice was instantly cold, and the jade pill was instantly hidden in the depths of his wide sleeves. Seeing that the situation was not right, the other imperial physicians hurriedly tried to grab the ground with their heads.

Just listening to the clanging sound of the glazed plate, the emperor waved his sleeves and snorted coldly, "If you know you are incompetent, don't hurry up, what are you doing, waiting for me to work for you?"

"And you!" The emperor waved his hand to disperse the guards outside the pavilion. "One by one, they are messing with our beautiful scenery and disturbing our leisure time. Get out of here! The last one will be dragged for a fart... Tingzhang!"

After hearing the words, everyone hesitated for a moment, all of them were terrified and scattered. Their little sage could definitely do what he said in terms of punishing people. Falling on the last forehead immediately suffered a grape.

"Wait." The emperor stopped the staggering old doctor and said coldly, "This imperial garden tonight..."

The old doctor hurriedly bowed, "I have never been here before."

Seeing that the pavilion was empty, Ji Zheng was like a balloon deflated and lost his bones. He leaned softly on the beauty's back, and ate all the grapes that the maid had just peeled, deseeded and peeled off, and hurriedly pushed them away. There, the luxurious brocade robes on the third and third outer layers, with their sleeves rolled up, revealing their delicate and white skin, felt the coolness of the evening wind, and let out a sigh of contentment.

This emperor is really not a man!

Ji Zheng used the candlelight to carefully look at the small jade pill of suspended animation. It was extremely rare, and there was hope in his eyes.

He bears the face of the Great Yan Dynasty Yan and the Emperor, but inside is a new youth of the 21st century who has come through.

This emperor is called Ji Chaoming. He is arrogant and extravagant, and has a violent personality. After he ascended the throne at a young age, he ignored the government and politics. He was greedy for pleasure. Ji Zheng is a normal person with normal emotions. At most, most of his life is wasted on the hospital bed, and he likes to read some scraps of little yellow books when he has nothing to do.

But this doesn't mean punishing him for transcribing into an ancient text he had read after he died of illness, and directly becoming an unpleasant cannon fodder tool man little emperor.

The original book is about Jing Wang Ming's speech, the more people are beautiful and the more powerful, he is praised by people as gentle and smooth as jade, and the country is unparalleled. Such a perfect character attracts both love and hatred. Many villains can’t love them. Because of love and hatred, they act as cannon fodder and set all kinds of crises for him, forcing him from forbearance to outbreak. Next, light up the protagonist's halo, the Jedi counterattacks, succeed in revenge, and take the position of the ninety-five.

As for the little emperor who was ousted from power by him, the prince, with his righteousness and righteousness, dethroned him as a powerless little prince, and put him under house arrest in a courtyard in the capital.

For the original owner who was greedy and insatiable and enjoyed a half-life arrogant and tyrannical life, it was indeed a life-worse punishment.

But the original owner couldn't, Ji Zheng said he could. Retirement life where you have enough food and clothing and don’t need to see anyone is cleaner and more comfortable than the current throne, healthier and more comfortable than the sick bed in the previous life.

As long as you can play the villain tyrant and walk the plot well, you can get such a relaxed and comfortable end. Ji Zheng fell in love, became a Buddha, and had nothing else to ask for. In the past few days, he has been counting the plot with his fingers all the time. He only regretted that he didn't go straight to the end of the day when he was overthrown and tyrannical. Zheng took off the emperor's crown.

In the days when he wore it, he had not seen the uncle of the protagonist, so it was difficult to accurately infer the plot, but judging from the immature appearance of the original owner and the age of the crown, he was overthrown... at least more than ten years.

I have to play this tyrant for more than ten years! In the palace, the Empress Dowager's Party is still fighting with the **** group. Civil disasters and wars outside the palace continue. There are often court officials who bully the original owner who has no culture and can't understand it. Life is not as simple and comfortable as the background board in the book.

I wanted to bite the bullet and put more pressure on the protagonist and complete the task as soon as possible to get off the assembly line. Who would have thought that someone would donate this treasure today...

A fake death pill.

This gave him a chance to escape early and escape from the sea of ​​misery!

Ji Zheng carefully held the vitality in the palm of his hand, and the round little deer's eyes came closer, without blinking, watching carefully by the light of the candle.

This medicine... how to take it? Swallow with warm water or chew? The original owner's small body is one grain at a time or half a grain? What are the prohibited collocations? There's no allergic reaction, it's not going to be a **** death from the seven orifices.

I haven't even done a clinical trial, this **** small royal workshop is produced!

He wanted to fake death, not to commit suicide. Before the time-travel, he was not in good health. The life of tossing and turning on the hospital bed for more than ten years was depressing and torturous. Ji Zheng cherished this little life from the time-travel and vowed to take good care of every part of this body. Root hair.

Ji Zheng raised it to his mouth and put it down several times, swallowed nervously, and was extremely tangled, and finally his eyes fell on the golden birdcage beside him.

I saw a snow-white bird looking at him provocatively, chatting non-stop between jumping and jumping.

The birds in this palace are bolder than people, and it is unequivocal to provoke tyrants.

He thought for a while, then smiled, and simply opened the bird cage, carefully removed some leftovers from the pill, mixed it with the grape flesh, and placed it in the palm of his hand.

Birds follow their masters, and they are also greedy goods, and they are very happy to swallow them.

Clinical trials are indispensable, and this royal bird is also dedicated to science.

Ji Zheng frowned, watching the bird intently. Gui Niao first combed the feathers for a while, then suddenly closed her eyes and fell straight down without warning. When she reached out and pinched it, she really lost her heartbeat, and her body temperature was getting colder, but if she tried again, her body muscles were not really dead. It was as stiff as it was, the tip of its tail twitched slightly, and the luster between the feathers was still there.

Such a magic medicine, you can try it!

There was a chaotic noise in the treetops in the dark shadows in the distance, and Ji Zheng said, "Who!"

No answer.

"If you don't come out, I will call the guard!"

Immediately afterwards, Ji Zheng saw a gray cloth from the Taiyuan Hospital sticking out over there, a young boy carrying a medicine box, slowly moving his pace, drooping his head, but kept raising his eyes and peeking. he.

"What are you doing here, didn't you hear me telling you all to go away? You know what the crime is when you stay in the imperial forbidden area!" I lowered my eyes to confirm again, it was okay, the strength was just right, all the empty bowls were turned over, and the grapes were still there.

He played the tyrant rage very fluently. It turned out that there was a younger brother in the family in the previous life. He was coddled and could savagely develop into the appearance of half a tyrant at home. Ji Zheng figured out improvements while following the gourd.

The little healer was successfully frightened by him, closing his eyes and trembling.

Seeing that the emperor raised his hand suddenly, he quickly protected his head, but was lightly hit on the arm by two jade pendants.

"I'll give you a chance to atone for the crime, keep one piece for yourself, exchange the other for broken silver, buy the clothes for the carriage, and prepare it for me at the back door of the Imperial Hospital tomorrow." The emperor said, picking his belt with one hand. He walked along the exit token that was placed there, "In exchange, your token is mine, and I will be smart when I do an autopsy later."

Autopsy? !

The young man raised his eyes in horror, the saint had a good appearance like autumn water, far from the hideous and abominable face that was rumored. His eyes touched the snow-white neck of the saint, and he quickly retracted it like an electric shock. It's hard to imagine that in a while, he will probe that piece of skin with his own hands and declare his death.

The emperor doesn't seem to be much older than himself, as if he is not as ruthless and cruel as he looks on the surface, but he is not as pure and friendly as his peers, and it is indescribably weird.

"If the autopsy goes through, I want you to look good." The emperor sank his face, knocked on the table, and emphasized his tone, "No, I want the whole Taiyuan hospital to look good."

The young man was dumbfounded, his heart was terrified, and he suddenly had a new understanding of the brutality of the saint.

Entrusting all the difficult and high risks to this little doctor, Ji Zheng apologized inwardly, no longer pretending to be fierce, and waved his hand and told him to step aside and guard.

Ji Zheng opened his sleeves again and stared at the remaining three-quarters. The hope of early release was in front of him.

But after all, it is the monarch of a country who wants to die violently, and there is no shortage of platoons.

He was in a good mood, so he handled it quite solemnly, dipped his face and hands with clean water, picked up the heavy and cumbersome gold inlaid dragon and white jade crown that he had thrown aside, tied his hair in a bun, and hung down the side of his face. The blue silk was **** as much as possible, revealing the entire delicate face. He then neatly folded the three outer layers of the thick Chinese robe, and neatly folded the cuffs.

What a handsome royal relic.

Ji Zheng leaned on top of the beauty, with one hand flat on his chest, ready to walk peacefully, but remembered something, his fingers were stained with ink, and he couldn't find the paper, so he turned his head and leaned out slightly, and by the moonlight, I plan to write it directly on the lantern near the water.

The imperial edict of the little emperor is also indispensable.

Protagonist, I can only help you here.

Ji Zheng held the jade pill on his lips and waved his pen, "Mingyue has a good character..." No, crossed it out, and it was written smoothly. Mingyue was the nickname given to the protagonist by the readers of the original book.

"Uncle Huang has a good character..." No, cross it out. Uncle Huang is the title that the little emperor only uses when he satirizes the protagonist.

"Ming Ci is more character..." Ji Zheng murmured softly, "The more clear the words are, the more clear the words are..."

"Your Highness?" There was another soft call from behind, like a ring of pendants touching a piece of Kunshan jade.

Ji Zheng turned his head back in horror, and the person passed down by the edict was really in front of his eyes.

The brighter the words are, the brighter the moon will be, the more unparalleled Mingci in the world is bathed in the silver moonlight at this time, with a long body and a jade stand, a dark robe with narrow sleeves, and frosty dew on his black hair. He looks like a beautiful sword in a sheath. Gentle and restrained, only the edge of the heart is slightly revealed between the knife-like eyebrows and eyes.

The more low-key he wanted to hide, the more sharp-edged his appearance and brilliant talent became, the more he had to break through the skin of forbearance and camouflage and emerge.

In particular, such a warm appearance still suppresses the vigorous political ideals, a heart that is not willing to be corrupted by the royal family... The more the clear words in the book can be played and endured, the more they can bend and stretch, the hardships are quenched and rolled over and over on him, which will only make His blade grew stronger.

No wonder inside and outside the book love him and hate him, there are so many people who want to conquer him and destroy him.

As the one to be overthrown, Ji Zheng should have made a big alarm in his heart at this time, but he just sighed from the bottom of his heart.

It is a pity not to ascend the throne.

He walked quickly and politely from a distance, unable to hide his slightly surprised expression and called out again, "The holy pond is in danger."

Ji Zheng came back to his senses and covered his face with one hand, and quickly smeared the handwriting on Langan with the other, "I didn't..."

"Pfft", the small jade pill held between the red lips fell in response, the pool water was pitch-black and silent, bottomless.

"My good stuff!"