MTL - The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish-Chapter 39

The more Ming Ci couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, he couldn't guess it, and he didn't want to hear the answer.

It doesn't matter, he doesn't care.

He never thought that one day he would touch the dirty ink with his own hands, and even wished to rub it.

Just simply touching the handwriting, "Uncle Huang" and "Mingyue" written by the emperor's royal pen, was enough to make his heart beat wildly. Come out, shout out.

They are all found by the Holy Spirit.

"Don't watch it, don't watch it." The emperor lowered his head and shook it like a rattle, then reached out to touch his red earlobe.

The more Mingci could hear his inner scream, "Ah, ah, never see Uncle Huang again. Hit him on the chest! Today is either his death or my life!"

Ming Ci chuckled lightly, and forbearance went back, the enthusiasm in his eyes faded quietly.

Ah ah ah - Ji Zheng's surface remained calm, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

This word is the word that Ming Ci has written in his study, and this title is obviously a title that only the emperor can use.

He has no excuses.

Repeatedly writing people's names, if you don't say it's a will, I'm afraid it can only be interpreted as a young boy Sichun, and Linshui felt it...

There was another heavy sound, the sluice was completely closed, and the water level was fixed. Looking from afar, it looked like a giant dragon with festering scars, panting and winding away. The riverbed at the high position was completely exposed, and the mud wrapped the rhizome of the Empress Dowager's beloved water lily. Washed down everywhere, the red-tailed koi have swam to the river with the canal.

Ji Zheng looked back at the riverbed and took a breath.

"It's fine if you don't look at it. It's too cold by the water at night, so the minister will send the saint back to the palace." The more understatement Mingci covered his sight, the expression was ordinary. On his forearm, he hugged his neck so that his legs that were still sore and numb at this time would not be touched.

Ji Zheng was like a child who was caught doing something wrong, subconsciously immersed in this tacit quietness.

To his surprise, Uncle Huang didn't ask anything about those words.

Soon Ji Zheng understood again, isn't this a clear speech, a gentleman, never forcing him, embarrassing him, offending him, peeping at him, wrapping him carefully, not letting him feel in front of him To half a trace of embarrassment, embarrassment.

Even if it is a skin-to-skin blind date at the moment, they still maintain a reasonable sense of distance. It's different from other people, and it's different from this man-eating court whirlpool.

Mingci is an island that can make him relax and calm, silent and gentle.

He remembered that Ming Ciyue's right arm was injured not long ago. At this time, he didn't dare to use any force when he was being held. He tried to hook Ming Ciyue's neck, pulled up his body, and held his breath, in exchange for a cushion The hand under the hip moved up again.

"Hmm..." Ji Zheng moved with half-squinted eyes, and snorted softly.

Ming Ciyue took him all the way back to the back door of Yanfu Hall and returned to the bedroom.

"Your Highness, Your Highness." Yuan Ming had been waiting for a while. When he saw the two of them coming in, he hurriedly knelt down and saluted, and reported in detail the water release of the sluice gate outside the palace and the water level of the canal.

While he was talking, he couldn't help but quietly raised his head to look at the pair of people in the wall. He didn't dare to look directly at the emperor. He could only see the man's white and thin jaws clustered in the graceful snow-white fox fur collar, and lightly resting on King Jing's top. Next to Ufa.

"The injury on your clothes?" The little emperor was sharper than he thought, frowned suddenly, and straightened up, "There was a conflict with the guards of the sluice? They don't recognize my token?"

Yuan Ming said: "Those people are arrogant, saying that this token was stolen by subordinates and others, and the Sage will never give such an order, after all..." After all, the Sage has never given a decent order in person since he ascended the throne.

"The guards of the sluice are the people of the Ministry of Industry, and the current servant of the Ministry of Industry is Gu Congtian, the eldest son of the Marquis of Wu'an. Gu Gongbu, Yucheng Villa and the Jingcheng Sluice are all in his hands..." Ji Zheng said, Let Ming Ci Yue put him on the bed.

Yuan Ming knelt down and listened, sweating slightly.

Release water for disaster relief, investigate old cases, and deter officials.

There was no interference from the empress dowager, and no courtiers' instigation. This can be said to be the first independent decision since the emperor ascended the throne.

And, Yuan Ming knew, this probably won't be the last thing.

I am afraid that the whole court and the people all over the world have underestimated the current saint like him - the person in front of him is more suitable to be the master than everyone imagined.

He still had some lingering fears, half fear and half awe, and he couldn't understand what was hidden under that innocent and innocent face.

It became clearer that the only person in the world who could tame King Jing and overwhelm King Jing was this one, and only this one.

Ji Zheng ordered whatever came to his mind, "And..."

Ming Ci Yue suddenly turned around and wanted to go out, Ji Zheng wilted in an instant, dragged him subconsciously, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you still go out after listening to it?"

"Go and get hot water for the saint."

"I don't need you to serve me, I just need you..." Ji Zheng paused.

He didn't think much of it at all, all his plans were to give Ming Ci Yue, and he was just trying to stir his rusty brain just for the sake of the protagonist. After thinking so much, he was still waiting for someone to make up his mind. With such a big heart, it's like nothing.

In this world, this court will eventually speak out.

"Sacred Lord." The more Ming Ci looked down at him, his serious and tense face stretched out helplessly, "The Holy Lord's pilgrim can make up his own mind, what to do here, and what else can the minister do for the Lord other than serve the Lord. ?"

Ji Zheng wanted to say something, but was robbed by Mingci again, "But the sage has to learn, the next time you give an order, you have to resign irrelevant people. matters of jurisdiction."

Ji Zheng couldn't refute, he was speechless, he couldn't lift it up in one breath, he waved impatiently and told him to go down and get hot water.

After waving Ming Ci Yue back, Ji Zheng lowered his head and stared at the empty jade floor next to Yuan Ming in a daze, without giving any orders.

"Saint Shang Yingwu..." Yuan Ming couldn't hold back and muttered.

Only then did Ji Zheng realize that this man had been staring at him, frowning and reprimanded: "What are you looking at! Don't you know that I am not a heroic man?"

The two stared at each other.

Yuan Ming really respects the little emperor from the bottom of his heart, and said a few more words, "The Holy One can hold down His Highness, the minister believes, and he believes it convincingly, but King Jing is willing to bow his head and be tamed."

tamed? This word is really weird when used in Mingciyue.

Ji Zheng corrected: "King Jing is not a bird of prey, so he needs to be tamed. He is docile and docile, he is not 'tamed', it's just his nature..."

"Nature?" Yuan Ming let out an inappropriate smile, "What misunderstanding do you have about Ming Ci?"

It is a taboo for subordinates to talk about generals behind their backs. Yuanming was inconvenienced to say more, but said, "Have you seen King Jing in the Ming family's old house?"

Ji Zheng did not.

"Have you seen King Jing on the battlefield in the military camp?"

Ji Zheng did not.

"Have you ever seen King Jing smile at anyone other than you?"

Ji Zheng didn't either.

Half of his impression of Ming Ci Yue is based on the original book description, and the other half is based on personal contact. The two are pieced together and piled up. Ji Zheng subconsciously affixed the label to the protagonist, "gentle and elegant, loyal and righteous, the **** of war in the Western Desert, ambitious, and a gentleman."

And now Ming Ciyue's image suddenly became blurred again.

He suddenly remembered that Gu Congyun asked him to go to Ming Ci and try to confess his identity to see what Ming Ci would have left for him if he lost his identity as the emperor and had no reason to be loyal.

So he said to Yuan Ming as he did, "King Jing did that, willingly bowed his head and willingly...that's all just out of loyalty." He was not very confident, and his voice became weaker as he spoke.

Yuan Ming looked at the little emperor so ignorant and a little helpless: "I am also loyal to you, so when I see you, I will salute, I will be in awe, I will protect you, and I will pay for you, but I will never dare to look at you. You, smile at you."

The Son of Heaven fell into silence, curled his face into the snow-colored velvet collar, and thoughtfully, his expression was dark and unclear, his figure was still small, but he didn't seem to be as lonely and lonely as before.

Yuan Ming opened his mouth, thought about it, and closed it again. He also swallowed half of the words he didn't know whether to say it or not.

The sage can also appreciate and care for other ministers, so he rewarded them, reused them, and forged them, but he also decided not to look at them, boss them and couldn't help but smile in his eyes.

One is not just loyal, one is not just appreciative.

The atmosphere was a bit heavy, Yuan Ming decided to pick up the topic, looked at the emperor's legs and said: "The legs are not sick or injured, but still want King Jing to hold him, just to raise his head and hone King Jing's temperament." He Is really sincere admiration, "high, really high."

The emperor came back to his senses, raised his eyebrows, and coughed twice, "That's natural..."

Before he finished speaking, Ming Ciyue came back with a wooden bucket, and familiarly took a hot towel for the saint, rolled up his trouser legs, applied heat to his legs, and loosened his muscles and bones, "I had numbness in my legs when I was a child, and this is what my mother did. "

Yuan Ming: …

Ji Zheng: …

The more Mingci said nothing, he turned back and glanced at Yuan Ming lightly, Yuan Ming instantly stopped smiling, knowing that he should go.

He still had something in his sleeve, and now he stared at his palm, then looked at King Jing and the Sage, his eyes wandered between the two of them for a moment, and when he gritted his teeth, he shoved it to King Jing, " You take care." After speaking, he ignored the punishment, lowered his red-hot head, and ran away along the back door.

Ming Ciyue and Ji Zheng's eyes were all focused on the vial.

Ji Zheng recognized it instantly, and it turned into cooked shrimp, which he had seen a lot in the comics around the original book, such as moisturizing ointment and secrets in the couch.

What a loyal and loyal person, Yuan Ming really dedicated his family to marrying a wife.

He also specially handed it to Ming Ci Yue, so considerate, for fear that Ming Ci Yue didn't know that he could press people on the couch with bragging behind his back.

"I don't know... Does the sage know what this thing is?" Mingci shook his head slightly, his tone sounded like he was really ignorant, "How to use it, for whom?"

Ji Zheng wanted to die even more.

Ashamed and angry, he kicked in the direction Yuan Ming fled. Who would have thought that the script was a foot that was so numb that he could not feel it, and he slammed his finger on the floor, causing him to gasp in pain.

Ming Ci Yue couldn't care about the vial anymore, and squatted down to help him continue the massage.

"Hmm..." Ma Yi came up, and Ji Zheng's humming sound became more and more uncontrollable. It was the trembling nerves that controlled him to uncontrollably convulse and escape. It was so uncomfortable that Ji Zheng subconsciously squeezed Ming Ciyue's shoulder.

Ming Ci Yue is probably the most patient healer in the world, pressing the throbbing feet back under his body over and over again, "Sir, please be patient, you can't escape, the more you run, the more you can't get rid of the numbness."

The pair of hands that were as white as snow rested on the calf as white as snow, and along the cyan meridian, they held almost all of them with one hand, up and down, up and down.

The compress is hot, the compress is hot, and the compress is soothing until all the muscles and veins are softly relieved and opened for him.

"Hey—" Ji Zheng, still reading Yuan Ming's words, asked with half-squinted eyes impatiently, "If I... I'm not the emperor, would you still massage so patiently?"

Ming Ciyue's subordinates did not stop, and said indifferently: "If the minister is not the prince, will the saint still allow the minister to serve?"

Ji Zheng replied subconsciously: "What does it have to do with whether you are a prince or not."

He opened his mouth slightly in an instant, and was silenced by himself, yes, what does it matter.

For Ming Ciyue, whether he is the emperor or not has nothing to do with the careful care at this moment.

The muscles and veins have long been unclogged, and the legs have long been able to move, but Ji Zheng just stayed in the wooden barrel motionless until the water was completely cold, until the distant horizon was white with fish belly, until Ming Ci Yue had to leave.

Ji Zheng swayed his feet a little desolately, sat beside the bed, and watched the figure go to the front door.

"Hey, wait!" Ji Zheng suddenly remembered something, ran over quickly, and didn't have time to put on his shoes, the slightly damp socks directly stepped on the floor, pa-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, leaving a series of small footprints.

It was already late, Ming Ciyue had already slowly stretched out his hand to open the door, Ji Zheng quickly reached out and caught it between the two doors - Gu Congyun hugged the sword in his arms, leaned his back between the two doors, and slept while watching the night. It is fragrant.

"What is he doing here?" Ming Ciyue's voice was instantly cold, and the volume did not decrease at all, without hesitation to wake the person.

He frowned, and immediately wanted to reach out and pat him to wake him up, but Ji Zheng hurriedly stopped him. Ji Zheng made a silent gesture to him, slowly closed the two doors, and once again withstood Gu Congyun's weight.

Just as Ji Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, he felt that the aura around him was not quite right. He slowly turned his head and found that Ming Ciyue's complexion was unusually heavy.

Those eyes were down, staring straight at his white socks.

Ji Zheng's feet instantly retracted under the robe, the ground was cold again, his two thumbs were twisted and entangled.

"This is..." Before finishing the explanation, Ji Zheng felt the world spinning for a while, being carried upside down, with his feet completely exposed in the air, moving rapidly, his back facing down, and fell heavily on the bed.

The moment he fell, Ji Zheng's pupils dilated, and he also caught a trace of regret and surprise in Ming Ciyue's eyes. The next moment, a soft object hit the back of his head, the man's palm.

"I'm rude." Ming Ci Yue immediately knelt down, his face full of self-blame, and his knees fell heavily.

But Ji Zheng was still listening to his heavy breathing, his shoulders rising and falling, and his eyes were bloodshot.

It's like the clear words in a dream, out of control, terrifying.

He ducked back subconsciously with his arms on his back, and whispered, "Uncle Huang...wrong."

The more indifferent the Mingci said: "The Holy One can't be wrong."

Isn't this subtext asking him what was wrong, Ji Zheng hurriedly said, "I will never step on the ground with bare feet again."

Ming Ci Yue: …

He kept his kneeling posture, retreated further, and said solemnly, "It seems that the Holy Master is only worried about disturbing others to rest." The tone could not be heard at all, and Ming Ci stood up and saluted, "I also saluted. It’s time to go back and prepare for the affairs of the early court, for today’s rudeness, the minister will go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs tomorrow to take the scepter for 20 times.”

After he finished speaking, he didn't look up or looked back at all, and went straight to the back door.

"No, wait." Ji Zheng was in a hurry, and ran after him with his bare feet, pa-ta-ta-ta.

The more Ming Ci heard the movement, he immediately turned his head, stood silently in place, staring at his white socks.

Ji Zheng: …

He hurriedly turned around, pat pat pat, quickly ran back to the bed, sat obediently with his head tilted, and swayed his feet, pretending that he never got off.

Ming Ci Yue followed him back and asked lightly, "What else is there to do with the sage?"

What else could have happened, Ji Zheng himself didn't know why he kept his remarks, and what he could do.

He just subconsciously felt that he shouldn't go back just like that.

By the way, there is also a cloth belt in the sleeve.

It said "Tie on", which was straightforward and frank, like a request, and a tone like an order.

tie up.

Ji Zheng's heartbeat was too fast, and trembling awkwardly, she took out the cloth tape, wrapped it in front of her eyes, and tied a knot behind her head.

The fingertips were shaking so much that they couldn't tie a beautiful knot several times in a row.

Plop, plop, the night amplifies the heartbeat infinitely, and then spreads.

What is he doing, what is this doing.

Plop, plop.

"Your Highness?" Ming Ci swallowed his saliva more and looked at the slightly raised face in front of him with a little doubt, his black hair hung down naturally, and his beautiful and lovely Adam's apple line was exposed in the dry and cold air, trembling visibly to the naked eye.

"This is...?" The more Ming Ci was really puzzled, he didn't dare to offend him easily.

Ji Zheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down. After a pause, he immediately raised his hand and pulled off the cloth belt. He was a little annoyed, he didn't dare to look up at the person, and his voice trembled, "Didn't you tell me to tie it?"

"…"

"I want you to tie the credit strap to Bai Lingbird's leg." Ming Ciyue couldn't hold his face anymore, couldn't hide the smile on his lips, and said to himself, "No wonder I haven't written back and forth..."

Ji Zheng's expression changed and changed, and his face was wrinkled again in an instant, and he asked unwillingly, "What about those flowers and wine that were sent?"

"The flowers have this meaning." Ming Ciyue's voice was flat and calm, and he explained frankly, "The flowers under the south wall of Zhengyue House have already bloomed. I would like to invite you to come to the house again and have a drink and enjoy."

Guess wrong again. Guess all wrong.

Ji Zheng's expression instantly became even more ugly. He found that Ming Ci Yue was still smiling at himself, stood up abruptly, and scolded: "What are you laughing at..."

"But you can."

Ming Ciyue pulled the man over, snatched the tape over his eyes, lowered his head and kissed it.

The turbulent, hot, savagely plundered every trace of the air.

Ji Zheng held his head up, unable to see the enthusiasm in the eyes of the other party. In the chaotic darkness, he met the man with difficulty and deepened the kiss.

His eyelashes fell on the man's palm, fluttering and shaking the snow-white cloth belt.

The white net socks stood on the cold jade floor, trembling as well, trying to stand on tiptoe.

The author has something to say: So in the end, he stepped on the ground with bare feet hahaha, although Ming Ci Yue can bear it, he will really be provoked, but this point of anger is rather strange.

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