MTL - The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish-Chapter 47

The gate of the hall was wide open, and all the Leren students had been intimidated by Ming Ciyue's eyes and fled out. The servants and guards outside the door had already been cleaned up. Bianstone's cold wind rushed in, raised layers of curtains high, stirred up the scalding ambiguity, and slapped on the body that did not meet Yi Si.

Expose their secrets in this night.

Ji Zheng's thin and thin back was exposed to the cold air of the cold night. It was a bright and bright crescent moon, which curved into a breathtaking arc in front of the man.

If the tenderness and comfort given to him by Ming Yue in the first two times was to lift him up into the sky and kill him, the brutality and punishment this time drag him into a quagmire, unable to survive or die.

He didn't know if Ming Ci really didn't know it, or if he was out of breath tonight on purpose, not giving him the slightest time to adapt, and not giving him any room to breathe.

…

The two took a deep breath at the same time.

Both sides could feel the pain penetrating into the bone marrow, the pain that would tear people apart.

Ji Zheng rested his elbows on the couch, raised his head back, the neck made of jade stretched out, and the crescent moon curved more beautifully. He wanted to get out of the shackles, like a fish out of water, suffocating and suffocating until he blushed because of the lack of oxygen, he just wanted to ask for a comforting kiss to give him air.

Ming Ci was more silent, paused for a moment, and pressed him back. Always only let him turn his back to himself, and do not want to meet his eyes.

Ji Zheng was stunned between the pillows for a long time, and then he reacted sluggishly. This is by no means a pleasure between lovers. This is a game, a torture purely to satisfy the perverted desire for control.

The whimper was locked into the jade pillow, muffled and hoarse. He finally recovered half of his strength and trembled and scolded: "Go away, go away, Uncle Huang, woo-Ming Ciyue, you, he, **** it, get out of here!"

"Come here, come here, escort..." His voice was weak like a mosquito humming, even so, the strong desire to survive made him crawl outside while shouting.

Ming Ci Yue knelt on the spot, straightened and didn't move, and when he was halfway to escape, he pulled him back easily when he pulled his ankle.

"Who do you want to escort?" Ming Ci opened his mouth and said the first sentence from just now, "Looking for those students just now, or Li Ruhai, or... Gu Congyun? I can help you find them to escort."

His voice was still calm, but there was a rare fluctuation in the tidal sea, and he breathed slightly, "It's just that there has never been an example of humiliating the sage before, and there is no applicable law to judge a minister. No complaints. If the sage can still remember the old feelings of the past, the minister only wants to cut the title, get rid of the royal family, demote it to the commoner, fill the minister into the northwest army camp, let the minister guard the border for life, and be with the sand and stone."

"The minister will not marry and have a family, and there will be no descendants. The Ming family's grievances and grievances are now over, and the minister will not threaten to interfere in the Ji family's dynasty in the future."

Ji Zheng's eyes widened slightly, and it took a few seconds to realize the meaning of this sentence. He ignored the pain in the tear and turned to meet him, "Is this your intention to torture me?! You used me to get rid of it all. The old enemy of your family wants to force me to remove the insulting title of prince for you, return your innocence, and let you leave the capital."

The pain in the body is not considered pain, and the inexplicable soreness in my heart rose up, and my eyes were a little blurry, "Even if, even if it's because of..."

Even if Mingci wanted to warn him, punish him, and take possession of him because he saw the group of students being angry, he would be willing to accept it and enjoy it.

It turned out that compared to Ming Ci Yue after the great change in his temperament, he hated Ming Ci Yue's calm and indifferent appearance even more, pretending to be a gentleman, distant and polite on the surface, but in reality he was like a cold grievance. There is only his hatred, and the rest of the things don't care, don't be sentimental, optional, if it's on or off.

It seems that he is the only one who is crazy in love from beginning to end. It's not fair, why? !

Ji Zheng just wanted to give up on these words, and was ashamed to say it.

Ming Ci looked at him for half a second, and his rare indifferent expression became loose, the blue veins on his forehead jumped, and his brows suddenly rose.

His voice was extremely stiff and unnatural, "No matter what, it's good that the sage is clear." After that, he wanted to turn Ji Zheng over.

Apart from the superiority and inferiority of rulers and ministers, uncles and nephews, the relationship between them has always been lovers, unseen partners, you love and I wish, men and women love, only when they are indulged in joy, is it natural and normal , in order to avoid those more complex and unclear problems.

Night and bed should not be a place to talk, too much intimacy can create undeserved hallucinations and expectations.

"You forcibly pushed me to the throne and wanted to let go. You are not afraid that I will continue to tease the male pet, indulge in the harem, believe in traitors, and ignore the court?" Ji Zheng reluctantly held his arms by his side. , do not let him move.

Ming Ci Yue said: "Dayan is the Dayan of the Sage, who enriches the harem to give birth to an imperial heir, but the Sage likes it."

Ji Zheng was silent for a long while, then turned over with gritted teeth. As soon as he sat down, his legs and feet softened, and the pain was so painful that he almost fainted.

Ji Zheng breathed heavily, regained his senses a little, and shook off his hand, "Don't touch me, I will come by myself."

He propped himself up, raised his head and looked at the vermilion beams hanging high in the air, half-squinting his eyes, a little absent-minded, and his expression was seductive.

In the late winter and twelfth lunar month, cold sweat dripped from the ends of his hair, soaked most of his back, wet the thin white front of his clothes, fell into a small strand, and tickled down.

"Well, Uncle-"

"Slutty, contemptible, obscene, do I like it, or do you like it?"

"Isn't this what you have always wanted, that night in the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion was so deliberate, how many 'coincidences' I don't know."

…

The wine cup just now was placed on the ground beside the bed, and Ji Zheng could reach it as soon as he reached out. He was so uncomfortable that he couldn't take it anymore, so he picked up the jug, without even using a cup, he raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

He doesn't drink much, so he choked and coughed, wiped the edge of his mouth, and the corners of his eyes were red.

Ming Ci raised his hand to stop him, "Don't drink, don't force it."

Ji Zheng blinked and looked at him condescendingly, the Ming Ci Yue in the mess was no different from the first time he saw him kneeling and worshipping. Tall, straight and hard, he is a young master from an extraordinary family.

How could anyone hide their **** so well?

Ji Zheng didn't even think about it, raised his hand, flipped the wine jug over, the wine splashed down with a clatter, and every drop was sprinkled on Ming Ciyue's chest, completely soaking his navy blue python suit, outlines like The outline of the body is like a stone sculpture, and the texture lines like flowing water.

Ming Ci Yue didn't say a word, didn't hide, let him pour it, let him pour the whole pot of wine, turned the bottom, shook it reluctantly, and dropped the last few drops.

Ji Zheng was satisfied, raised his lips dazedly, and threw the jug aside.

He leaned down, Ming Ci raised his head more and more subconsciously to meet him, but Ji Zheng's movements changed temporarily, with a flushed face, his Adam's apple rolled lightly, and he gave off a sleepy drunken laugh, and kissed greedily, wine drops.

Ming Ci's face darkened.

Ji Zheng was happier in an instant, he just wanted to see Ming Ci's messy and embarrassed appearance for him, which made him feel a little more comfortable.

They didn't kiss tonight.

…

Until the sage was so tired that he almost fainted, his mind was confused, he was paralyzed in front of him with half-squinted eyes, Ming Ci took a breath, lifted him up, turned around, and put him on the couch beside him.

The saint's fingers were still tightly hooked on the placket of his clothes, and he refused to let go.

Ming Ciyue finally heard the grievances from the bottom of Sheng Shang's heart and whispered, "The empress dowager is not too bad, who said that she can control him, check and balance him, make him bow his knees, and be grateful... Is it me who is being toyed with? Uncle..."

The eyelashes fluttered slowly twice, and finally closed reluctantly.

There is only a small heartbeat left, in the lonely night, plop, plop.

"Not good." Ming Ci smiled silently. After the saint fell asleep, he couldn't bear it any longer. From the tip of his hair to his calf, the fine and dense wen fell down like raindrops softly, making the person a wet red from the inside out.

The boy's head hangs on one side weakly, from the thin jaw, to the slender and white neck, the slightly convex Adam's apple, to the abrupt collarbone that is half exposed, full of tooth marks and hickeys, all of which are absurd and crazy. Imprints made.

He looked pitiful, like a broken straw doll.

There is a small cinnabar mole, which just grows on the tip of the fragile throat, and just closes with a tooth mark.

The young man was thin-skinned and light-skinned, and there was a buildup of congestion that would not dissipate for ten days and a half months.

Ming Ci Yue thought of the falling plums in the snow, the blood on Bai Lian, and the red apricots emerging from the white wall.

How can someone be born so suitable to be kissed, kissed and loved. But this person was born to be a saint today.

Ming Ci suddenly recalled a time when he and his father went to Beijing to face the Holy Spirit before he left for the war when he was young.

There were joyous songs and laughter in the hall, and outside the hall was icy and snowy, and his father and son were kneeling side by side.

Ming Ciyue was born in the rich and prosperous land in the south of the Yangtze River. Before he was crowned, his temperament was unstable, and he had to stand up immediately when he could endure such bitter cold.

Ming Changmu pressed his shoulders, "Kneel steady, don't move."

After a while, the hall door opened a crack, and a small dumpling with pink makeup and jade carving quietly ran out, rubbing his hands and breathing, looking extremely delicate.

Ming Changmu introduced to him in his ear that this was the third prince, Ji Chaoming. His biological mother was from a humble background. He had just died a few days ago. Ji Chaoming was turned out from the corner of the harem and placed under the name of a noble concubine, and received holy favor.

In another corner of the courtyard wall, a little maid held a puppy and waved to him, "Zhengzheng." Xu was the prince's nickname.

But the little prince tightened his brows in disgust and turned a deaf ear. Instead, he slowly approached them, dropped a broken copper bowl containing steamed buns, made a face, and ran back quickly.

This steamed bun was probably originally prepared for dogs.

Ming Changmu kowtowed towards the back of Xiao Tuanzi who ran away, "Thank you for the gift of the third prince." Then he even lowered his head with Ming Ci Yue.

"The man has gold under his knees, so he won't worship." Mingci straightened his waist with a cold face.

"Presumptuous! That's the prince, the future prince or the sage! Who told you to be hard-hearted at this time, the monarch and subject are high and low, where have all the books I asked you to read?!"

"The book also talks about princes and generals Xiangning..." Before he could finish speaking, he was immediately hit with a sword hilt on his back.

"Naughty, you are the junior of my Ming family, you have no education, and I can't escape the relationship." Ming Changmu said, swinging his sword and hitting himself again, "Junjun, minister, minister, father, son, I see if you still see the emperor in your eyes. , is there still a father like me?"

After Ming Changmu hit him for the third time, Ming Ciyue finally bowed down and slammed his head on the frozen ground.

He always believed that his father was a domesticated fowl, and he was an eagle belonging to the sky. No one is born to learn to bend their knees, and he is no exception.

But now that the feud is over, he is still firmly tied to the little prince's side, and even climbed the dragon couch. With just a few fingers, the boy hooked the placket of his shirt, so that his body and mind could not escape.

But this time, rather than being tamed, it is better to say that he voluntarily put away his claws, put on the shackles, and handed the other end of the rope into the hands of the Holy Master.

Kissing and kissing, Ming Ci's eyes darkened and his Adam's apple rolled. In order not to disturb the sleeping person, he slowly moved away, lifted his legs out of bed and walked to the window to blow the cool breeze.

"Emperor-cough-cough..."

Ji Zheng woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, his eyes widened suddenly, he raised his body with his arms up and down, his chest heaved up and down, panting violently, his throat was so dry that he couldn't even scream.

Had a nightmare, another nightmare, different from the previous dreams. In this dream, Ming Ciyue was the only one who left the palace and the capital. He was alone in the face of thousands of troops. The navy blue cloak fluttered and disappeared under the iron hooves of the enemy in the Western Desert.

Ming Ciyue finally turned his head and looked east.

A heavy breath, hot, swept the back of his neck.

Ji Zheng turned his face cautiously, it was Uncle Huang, he breathed a sigh of relief, this time Ming Ci Yue didn't sneak away while he was asleep.

When he was asleep, the clear words were more different from the previous estrangement and politeness. Instead, he used him as a pillow and tucked him into his arms. His legs were intertwined with his legs, and his arms crossed his chest.

Maybe the nightmare is because of this.

Not only was the door of the palace closed, but there was only a gap left in the windows, and the night wind came down softly at midnight, teasing the soft curtain and disturbing the strands of his hair hanging on the edge of the bed.

A ray of moonlight fell on the fingers they clasped as they slept, like true lovers.

Ji Zheng subconsciously slowed down his breathing, undulating with the rhythm of the bed curtain swinging.

His whole body was terribly stiff, and his forehead was burning hot for some reason, but for some reason, he was reluctant to move at all, and he was too lazy to move.

He only took out one hand from the quilt, hung it in the air, and slowly traced along the tighter eyebrows of Ming Ci with some trembling.

The supervisor seemed to have said that Emperor Star was affected by the Calamity Star, and would be weak and sickly, often disturbed by nightmares... I don't know what Ming Ci was dreaming about at this moment.

Thinking of this, Ji Zheng's heart sank, and he lowered his eyes in embarrassment. His fingertips accidentally scratched his uncle's eyelashes, and there was a flutter of butterfly wings on both sides.

Like a frightened bird, he quickly retracted his hand, turned his face back, felt guilty, and closed his eyes to pretend to be asleep.

I don't know, the more I wake up, it's still a subconscious action.

After a while, there was warmth on his waist, like coaxing a baby, slap, slap. But the rhythm unexpectedly closed his heartbeat, one click, one click.

…how is this possible? It's an illusion, it must be an illusion.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated and beat even more, and just when he wanted to take a closer look, a bell broke into his ears.

ding ding, ding ding, ding ding...

Ji Zheng slept on the outside, opened his eyes, and suddenly confronted Baby Lu.

Ji Zheng: …

The son broke into his father's bedroom at night and had to lock the door before going to bed.

The deer was just as high as the edge of the bed, and it tilted its head to the left and right for a while, making the bells around its neck crisp and ringing, and its round eyes gleamed straight in the night, staring at him without turning. .

Ji Zheng was about to reach out and hold the baby deer's bell, when Ming Ci was sleeping, his arms suddenly hooped, and at the same time, the deer jumped away in a sense, and moved to the side of the handshake where the two of them were half-hanging on the edge of the bed. , gently licking Ji Zheng's fingertips.

Even if he knew that this was a deer and not a human being, and he didn't have any thoughts, the feeling of being exposed by the onlookers was enough to make his ears blush.

Besides, the deer still arched its nose all the way, Ji Zheng's eyes followed it all the way, and looked at himself, red one, white one, deep one, shallow one, muddy, and it was full of reverie, enough to witness what happened just now. A raging wave.

Ji Zheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, tightened his body suddenly, and closed his eyes in despair.

Ming Ci was behind him and woke up.

After noticing that his still-wound clothes were still hooked on the fingertips of the saint, he simply took off his shirt and only put on his trousers.

When the deer saw him, he immediately leaned towards him and touched his calf lightly.

Mingci frowned, bent over, and pulled out a beard branch from its mouth. He was familiar with this tender leaf strip. It was clearly the tool he used to lure the deer to take his master to the bait when he was in the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion. Later, when he returned to the palace, he hid in the guard house, but now he was holding it in his mouth. It was impossible for the deer to find it by himself.

The Holy Spirit found out the truth.

No wonder I suddenly drank alcohol tonight.

The deer was still turning around behind him, and the more patient the words became, the more unpleasant he felt when he thought that the deer had licked the fingertips of his holy god. This deer tasted the sweetness and could leave obediently.

On the ground were all the papers from the student's case, Ming Ci Yue picked up one and wrote "On the merits or the success", the other one, "The success is better than the talent", and there are more blatant, direct Write "The saint has a good background and has talent".

Ming Ci couldn't hold back, and secretly hooked the corner of his lips. At first glance, those white-faced students were sent in by Li Ruhai to have fun. Who knew that the sage would let them write essays and answer theories.

Talent or direct descendant? Prince or saint? The question in the child's mind was clear at a glance.

In the past, Ming Ci Yue might still answer to be a virtuous person, but today Ming Ci Yue just wants to say that the direct descendants are not necessarily incompetent.

Most of these papers are blank, except for the one that floats in by the window, which is full of eloquence. The relationship between the two is written in great detail, the pros and cons of Li Di and Li Xianneng, and at the end the inscription "Yuan Ming" .

Yuan Ming? How could it be Yuan Ming, how many big characters that man can read, he still doesn't know.

Mingci frowned more and more, and just pulled out the piece of paper and put it aside, something hit his leg again.

Looking down, the deer ran back again, holding a branch in his mouth. When he saw him, he immediately put it down and stepped back half a step, as if secretly expecting the clear speech to be thrown again.

The more silent Mingci became, just when the deer was about to leave in disappointment, he crouched down and nodded his head, "...you look a lot like him."

Ji Zheng: "…"

Son, shame on Dad.

Ming Ciyue's voice was very low, with a hoarseness that he had just woken up from, as if he had a mouthful of smoke and spit it in his ear.

Ji Zheng squinted his eyes from the beginning to the end, deceiving himself and looking at Ming Ciyue's back from the gap outside. The back of the bee-waisted monkey, which is almost a masterpiece, has too much muscle, too little muscle, and a thin layer of slender bones wrapped around it, sliding slightly as he crouched down and stood up.

In the past, Mingciyue was always neat and meticulous, and it was only him who was messed up. But now it's fair, he has no trousers, and Ming Ci has lost his shirt. They all abandoned their armor and dragged their soldiers in this late winter night, and they lost in a mess.

When Mingci walked to a bright place, Ji Zheng could see clearly, clenched his teeth suddenly, and took a deep breath.

The back was covered with terrifying scars, large and small, scattered all over the place, the longest one running straight from the right shoulder to the left waist, like a centipede, twisting and twisting, as if to tear the whole person apart.

"Sir, it's time to be ugly, sleep a little longer." The more Ming Ci turned his back to him, he could easily expose him without looking back.

Ji Zheng should have closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep, but he stared straight ahead, a drop of cold sweat fell on his eyelashes, fluttered for a long time, but could not fall.

After a while, Ming Ci realized that something was wrong, he turned his head slowly, approached, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hand, "So much! Your Majesty?"

Ji Zheng was groggy, feeling the hand down his neck and into the front of his shirt.

Hiss, this hand... why is it so cold, I can't push it away...

"Holy Lord, don't sleep!" The hand hurriedly patted his cheek, something wrapped around his lips, warm, wet, without any lust, as if he just wanted to transition temperature.

It was only then that Ji Zheng realized that his lips and teeth had been trembling with cold.

Half of his body was on the blazing fire and half was soaked in cold water.

"Come here, pass on the imperial doctor!" But for the convenience, the servants of the palace guards who were vigil outside the palace had already been cleaned up by Ji Zheng himself, so how could he still call him.

"I'm looking for someone, I'll go here, wait a while, just a while."

Ji Zheng had never seen Ming Ci Yue's panicked expression before, and when he was suffering from illness, he raised his lips with a little bit of contentment.

"What are you in a hurry... I... leave, no one will hold you back, leave Dayan to be the king, and return to Xi Mo to pay respects, not all... Cough Cough." Ji Zheng turned his face away, "Don't touch me, who will allow you to kiss me? …”

The more Ming Ci wanted to take out the wine-soaked shirt from under him, but when Ji Zheng was in a daze, he didn't forget to pull it to death, only half-hanging his golden silk dragon robe on the front of him. on his shoulders, "This one, wear it for me to see."

A strange look flashed in Ming Ciyue's eyes, and his hand paused in the air for a moment. This time, he couldn't refuse any more, and he turned and left Yanfu Hall in half a drape.

This is the first time Ji Zheng has seen Ming Ciyue wearing a dragon robe, behind the golden beast embroidered with its teeth and dancing claws, covering the scar of meritorious deeds from the right shoulder to the left waist.

Naturally, it is more suitable than him.

The entire Taiyuan Hospital was disturbed. At night, someone wearing a dragon robe came on a horse and knocked on the door. The watchman on duty saw that there were traces of dark blood on the robe, and he was too scared to open the door, thinking it was King Jing finally. The knife fell from the hand, but the grudge was settled.

Who knows—

"It's a fever, and, um... some skin injuries." The little doctor quickly prepared the prescription, and the rest of the imperial physicians were all locked outside the door, and he was the only one who had to be summoned. It's no wonder King Jing didn't let them in, after all, the appearance of this sage really can't be seen.

His eyes wandered back and forth between King Jing and the Sage. With the experience of using tricks to lure the deer, he was really not at ease with King Jing, so he quietly bowed to the Sage and asked, "Is it possible that King Jing is going to happen again..." He had something in mind. He pointedly touched the wine cup beside him.

Ji Zheng's face was not very good-looking, and he was flushed from the heat. At this time, it was even more red and white. He turned his eyes away and muttered, "I'm on top, I didn't suffer."

Little Physician: …Really? I do not believe.

But Mingci Yue actually also gave a vague hum, not knowing whether to approve the first half of the sentence or the second half.

"Don't suffer?!" Gu Jianzheng was also called over by Ming Ci, and his reaction was a little violent, "In the past month, how many times have the sage had a fever and how many accidents have happened, sir early? I warned you, disaster stars are all disaster stars!" After that, his eyes kept glancing at Ming Ciyue and the dragon robe on him.

"Why did you call him here?" Ji Zheng asked angrily, "You also have so many accidental injuries on your body. According to this, I am the disaster star."

"Good words are good for the disease." Ming Ciyue helped him pull the quilt up, covering up the traces that were unclear.

The little doctor stood beside him for a while, and finally couldn't help it, and leaned over to ask the Son of Heaven.

When the emperor heard the words, he coughed, as if the fever had worsened, and his redness became even more intense.

The little doctor had to ask King Jing again, "...have you cleaned up yet?"

Ming Ciyue's face was inexhaustible, opened his mouth, and looked down at the saint who was curled up in shrimp on the couch.

Both of them are newbies on the road, and they suddenly touched the blind spot of knowledge.

In the end, the little healer expelled the prisoner and prepared a bucket of warm water for medicinal baths, trauma medicine, a few dark brocade boxes, and a few books.

Ji Zheng still didn't dare to go into the water alone, so he had to climb Ming Ciyue's shoulder and neck, and the two floated together.

Ming Ci Yue didn't say a word, his brows were furrowed, and after he had repeatedly offered to help him clean up but was rejected, he was obviously a little guilty.

"Don't watch it, you and I don't talk about official business at night..."

Ji Zheng saw that he was wet and naked, and he had to look intently at a copy of "Zizhi Tongjian", so he stuck his head over too.

Ming Ci Yue has no intention of concealing, and his expression is ordinary, and his serious and inquiring eyes slowly shifted from the book to the man.

With a snap, Ji Zheng knocked down the book, biting his lip and holding his head, as if blood was dripping from his feverish cheek.

Books swaying on the water, swaying, large paintings and special paintings, eighteen styles of Longyang.

The author has something to say: I'm a little scared, let's see and cherish it, about "..."