MTL - The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish-Chapter 40

One end of the white strap is tied to the pair of slender wrists with abrupt wrist bones, and the other end passes through the carved hollow on the side of the dragon couch.

The hot fingertips were irritated by the cold air, and they flexed slightly, and couldn't help but dig into the flesh of the palm of his hand.

Every joint on the back of the hand is pale white with excessive force, winding around the slightly bursting blue veins, but the palm of the hand is ripe red, red to the point of dripping blood, as if With a clenched fist, you can hide that bit of shame.

"Um…"

crackle crackle—

It snowed outside the house, or it was rain, which covered up a lot of movement inside the house.

It was clearly late winter and early spring, but the temperature outside was a bit abnormally high. The water droplets that could not condense into snowflakes fell down the high eaves, forming a curtain of water, and the dust in the air. It turned into unsightly mud ideas, splashed around, splashed on the window sill, stained the ochre red carving of the window rail, and it was dirty.

Those clean hands slammed open, dripping with sweat, very pitiful, slippery palms, constantly grasping the tie, taking the culprit who bound and forced him as a life-saving straw, dragged it desperately and fled backwards , stepped back, and hit the railing at once.

The railings made of golden nanmu couldn't bear the weight of the impact, and there was a "squeak" sound.

Ji Zheng suddenly opened his eyes and pulled out a half-wisp of consciousness.

On the head of the bed is the exquisitely carved dragon totem, with its dragon whiskers floating, its teeth and claws open, and its expression solemn. It stared condescendingly at the pair of bi people in the couch, and at the current real dragon and emperor - the clothes were messed up, the hair crown was loose, and there was no part of his body that was not crying or raining.

It was raining heavily, and the physiological tears were dripping uncontrollably. The whole body was sweating, and it was raining lightly and dirty.

Ji Zheng seemed to have just been fished out of the water, or maybe he was made of water himself.

His mind went blank and he couldn't think of anything.

The net socks that had just stepped on the ground have long been removed, frowned and thrown aside, so now the pair of jade feet are on tiptoe on the bed, trampling and trampling on the brocade quilt under him, and the jade toes are also in vain. Hook the air.

Lively and fragrant.

Ming Ci Yue looked neatly at him, at the Ninety-Five Zun in the mud.

The Son of Heaven was the most unwilling to look at him at this time.

He found that the pleasure brought by serving this man was far greater than that of freeing himself.

Only by holding it in the palm of the hand, can Ming Ci Yue dare to confirm over and over again that this person finally belongs to himself, belongs to himself.

This kind of chewing and swallowing slowly, bit by bit, tearing apart bones like belly, made his depressed, sensitive and perverted heart extremely satisfied.

The more Ming Ci can't wait to take a pen and draw the scene at this time.

This person is not someone else, he is today's son, this couch is not another couch, but the dragon couch of Yanfu Hall.

"Why are you crying..." He tapped the tears beside the red eyes with his fingertips, tapped every tear greedily, then stretched it out, slowly rubbing his dry lips.

"Why are you crying?" His voice was now full of moisture.

The emperor didn't open his eyes, couldn't see his different expression from usual at the moment, couldn't see him smiling.

"Don't cry..." As he said, he simply leaned down, kissed the tears, and kissed them drop by drop, "Don't cry."

"Your Highness, open your eyes." It was an order that seemed to be bewitching, "Open your eyes and see who I am."

Ji Zheng's eyes were swollen and it was extremely difficult to open them.

That voice was bullied so badly that it turned into a reddish color, extremely aggrieved, "Emperor..."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Is your Majesty inside?"

The sound of rain and snow was mixed with the sound of footsteps, running closer and closer.

Ji Zheng suddenly wanted to get up and wanted to push Ming Ciyue away, but the white strap pulled him back instantly, unable to move.

He raised his head and looked at Ming Ci more and more, hinting at him with his eyes, and reciting in his heart over and over again, "Uncle, let me go."

Ming Ci looked back at him, ignored him, and ignored the hint.

Ji Zheng had to kick Ming Ci Yue with his foot, but Ming Ci Yue didn't even look outside or cared about the outside of the house, his eyes stared straight at him, cold and dark, and the air pressure around him was abnormally low.

"It's only 90 hours, what are you shouting!" It was Gu Congyun, it turned out that he had already woken up, Ji Zheng's attention was suddenly attracted, and he was even more panicked.

"His..." For a moment, the fragile Adam's apple was caught and held between the mouth and mouth.

Ji Zheng's pupils dilated instantly, but he couldn't suppress the voice.

"There is going to be a sage to go to the court over there in the Qianying Hall." The man outside called out reluctantly, "Sacred, it is time to go to court early."

"The emperor is still asleep, don't go."

Gu Congyun's voice still drifted to his ears from a distance, "Didn't the great empress dowager never use the sage to go to the morning court? What happened today?"

"How can the servant know, but I heard that there was a big incident outside the palace last night, and the empress dowager was very angry. It's probably... It's probably related to the saint."

It's the floodgates!

Ji Zheng tightened his body suddenly, resisted even more violently, fluttering his legs in vain, and shouted out in an angry voice, "Let go of me, let me go!"

"Mingciyue are you crazy, um... Can't you hear me?!"

The hand with the white strap was hanging high above the head, struggling to open it. The harder it was, the tighter the wrist was pressed, and the soft fabric was kneaded back and forth into a rope, and the tighter it was, the more tightly it was stretched, it came up on the snow-colored skin. Red marks were drawn back.

"Let go, let go of me... Uncle Huang."

The water vapor and tide color in that voice could not dissipate, and it was abnormally hoarse.

…

"Impossible, the saint stayed in the house all night, no one came, and no one went out." Gu Congyun's voice came again, decisively, "Go back and tell the empress dowager that the saint is unwell, what time do you wake up? The time will naturally pass, and if she is in a hurry, she will pick up the person herself."

The footsteps lingered back and forth for a few laps, and the man's voice sounded hesitant and helpless, "Yes, Third Young Master Gu."

It was quiet outside for a while, and there was only the sound of rain, and the sound of the rain helped them to cover.

"Well—" Ji Zheng couldn't struggle anymore, quietly facing Ming Ciyue, his eyes scattered. His chest heaved up and down, he gasped violently, and the pea-sized teardrops slammed down, and he forced the sobbing into his throat again. The poor man was soaked in cold sweat from the inside out. .

I can't even control this.

shame.

Ming Ci Yue was finally willing to let go of him, then raised his hand and untied the cloth belt in circles and secretly hid it back in his sleeve pocket.

"Mingciyue, why are you crazy!" Ji Zheng yelled at him for the first time, and the sound was broken at the end, with a sob, which wiped out the slightest momentum.

"Enough of the trouble, are you satisfied?" He pushed Mingci more and more, turning his head away and not wanting to look at him, but as soon as he closed his eyes, more tears were squeezed out, "I have to be here. It's good to lose face in front of others, isn't it?"

Ming Ci Yue didn't say a word, just took his wrist, rubbed it, and wanted to take medicine again.

Ji Zheng retracted abruptly and muttered, "Don't touch me."

His heartbeat couldn't calm down, he was angry, more afraid, and was swept away by the instinctive sense of crisis that grabbed his neck.

"The meaning of the sage is... It's shameful to be with the minister in front of others." Ming Ciyue's voice was also very hoarse, and the breath he was breathing was also very hot, obviously he had not been able to express it yet.

When Ji Zheng heard the words, he turned back quickly, only to see the man lowered his eyes, and after a while, "I understand."

"You know what you know!" Ji Zheng was a little flustered, "I didn't say that."

But before he could finish speaking, Ming Ciyue had already exited the curtain.

"Wow!" Just hearing the sound of splashing water, Ji Zheng quickly lifted the curtain and found that Ming Ciyue had already immersed himself in the big bucket of water just now.

It's freezing cold, even indoors, the water should be completely cool after a while.

Ji Zheng only had to look at it, and his teeth would tremble immediately, not to mention that he was soaked in it!

The more Ming Ci turned his back to him, the wet clothes were attached to his body, depicting a pair of broad and thin shoulder blades that were abrupt, and his black hair was also wet, and it was messy and clinging to the side of his face and neck, lining his cheeks and neck. The lips were horribly pale.

"Crazy, I think you are really crazy!" Ji Zheng was anxious and distressed, and threw the blanket on Ming Ciyue's back.

Ming Ci Yue didn't catch it, and didn't move.

It's no use scolding, calling and screaming.

The wooden barrel is as high as Ji Zheng's waist. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he simply climbed in with his hands. Just as his toes touched the water, the water level suddenly dropped with a bang. Countless water columns poured down like a waterfall.

Ji Zheng was lying beside the wooden barrel, looked up at him, let him wrap himself in the blanket just now, put it under his arm, and easily carried it back to the couch.

Ming Ciyue's whole body was so cold that there was no temperature. Sitting on the edge of the couch, Ji Zheng knelt behind him, stood up straight, and wiped his black hair and water stains on his body.

A good spring has been made to look like this.

Although Ji Zheng has already been relieved, he was upset at this time, and his strength was so strong that he wiped the black hair of the person in front of him like a mass of weeds, cocking it up and down, and deliberately said: "Soak in cold water, the emperor. Uncle is so fun."

Ming Ci was no longer in pain, let him play tricks without saying a word, and replied after a while: "This minister is not a saint, he has addictions and desires, since the saint will not touch him, he is afraid that he will be possessed and demented, and he will offend the saint abruptly. Can do this.”

"I said I won't touch it?" His mouth was faster than his head, and Ji Zheng began to regret after choking, wishing to slap himself twice.

Embarrassed.

"So, do you want to touch it?" Ming Ci turned his head back, the thick crow-blue eyelashes were half-drooping, and the water was still dripping down, looking cold and well-behaved, without the slightest bit of aggression.

Ji Zheng looked at his appearance, dumbfounded.

"Is the saint awake?" Gu Congyun outside the house tentatively knocked on the door, "Call me if you have anything."

Ji Zheng became nervous again, staring at the door with his whole body tensed.

The more Mingci wanted to grab his hand at this time, not allowing his attention to belong to others, and looked at him from the bottom up, his eyes dark like the deep sea under a spring night.

"Holy Master, do you want to touch it?" The voice was seducing him again.

"Shang Sheng, let's sleep a little longer, don't worry, it's still early."

Ji Zheng turned a deaf ear, didn't dare to move at all, and let two people inside and outside the house burrow into his ears, and it was extremely tormented.

When he got outside the house, Gu Congyun dispelled his doubts again, there was no voice, Ji Zheng covered his face, sighed deeply, drew back his hand, and said expressionlessly: "If you don't touch it, don't think about it today, don't think I don't remember it. What did you just do?"

After a long while, Ming Ci spoke more calmly, "Is that because as long as the minister never touches the sage and never lets others know..." His voice was a little hoarse, "The sage will never leave."

"What nonsense are you talking about, I know you're freezing tonight." Ji Zheng picked up the topic and saw that he was shaking a little, thinking he was cold, so he hugged him quickly, but the next moment he was hugged back by that person.

The tighter you hug, the hotter you get, the more you tremble, but the voice is still as indifferent as it was under strong pressure.

"There is no one else here now... Your Majesty, can you not be afraid of ministers, and don't want ministers."

Ji Zheng's hand was dazedly hanging in the air, not falling anywhere, it landed behind him, and followed his hair all at once.

Sovereign and minister, uncle and nephew, there is an insurmountable gulf between them, and they are only fit for this night, to have fun in the corner of the palace wall.

Pleasure is limited, and it seems that every time you steal a little, it will be a little less.

Ming Ciyue's troubles and losses make Ji Zheng embarrassed and distressed.

This man always makes him angry.

Ji Zheng blinked and suddenly had an idea. He raised his head in front of his chest and asked quietly, "Uncle Huang, do you want to be in power?"

The more Mingci heard the words, he lowered his head and raised his eyebrows.

His face was still red, his body was unbelievably soft, and his heart was beating wildly.

The Son of Heaven was clearly saying to him - come on, come and love me, kiss me, touch me.

He could hear what was being said.

"Would you like to have me righteously, Uncle?"

The author has something to say: I know that many people below me are urging them to say how uncle Huang can bear, how can he bear it.

But Ji Zheng is an emperor no matter what. One of them is an ancient and the other is a modern person. Ji Zheng's psychological burden is much smaller than that of the uncle. Under the shackles of the ancient monarch and minister, the uncle can't be so relaxed. Take the last step.

And I've been thinking about it for a long time... Uncle Huang's perverted personality is like this

On the one hand, if you love him too much, you will suffer from loss and gain, and on the other hand, you are afraid of scaring the little emperor away.

There's another reason... Actually, pleasing the little emperor can make him really feel satisfied (that's too perverted)

Don't worry, the plot will be there

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